The New Partner – Fin

the new partner

The weekend was relaxing and arousing.  Troy introduced me to a number of his favourite spanking implements showing me how delightfully they could be applied to my body and how well he knew how to use them.  This clearly wasn’t something he was new to but something that was deeply part of him.  He showed me a lot; the sting of the paddle, the singular precision of the crop, the delicious softness then intensity of the flogger of which he had a few, some with bite and some that could be wielded almost as if giving a massage.

Through all of this I knew he held back, was easing me into it, testing to see what I liked and what I didn’t, how far he could push me and what was completely off the table no matter what. We spent time discussing consent and the safe word, at which point I decided to stay with red but added yellow in case I needed him to back off but not stop completely.  We had done nothing intense enough to require either but the revelation of how much control I had was interesting.  Whilst the intent was to give power of myself over to him, the initial dynamic was through me consenting and I also had the power to stop it at any time.  It was a heady mix of give and take unlike anything else.

I realised I wanted it, craved it, couldn’t wait till he restrained me and did exactly as he pleased to me.  I had never wanted to give myself so completely to any man before this and realised I simply had never trusted anyone enough to do so.  I remember years ago a girlfriend confiding in me that her boyfriend had tied her up, blindfolded her then spanked and fucked her. I was a little horrified and a lot aroused but I never told her that.  I masturbated every night for a week after that thinking about what she said and how that might feel.  I never asked anyone to do anything similar or for that matter ever felt any of the men I dated even wanted to. With Troy, I could experience all that I wanted to and knew he wouldn’t judge me for what I asked of him and more over would enjoy himself as well.

Troy’s kink was simple, he liked to be in control and loved having a woman choose to submit to him.  He would spank for any reason or no reason, discipline, stress management or simple arousal, he enjoyed it all with a special love for impact play. I also knew he wanted it in the context of a relationship and I hoped what we did was enough to satisfy him as much as it was satisfying me.

By Sunday afternoon I knew one of my favourite things, apart from his delicious big hand, was his belt.  The thrill I felt as he had me kneel on the bed my chest to the mattress, my ass high in the air, hearing him unbuckle his belt and draw the leather through the loops of his jeans.  He wore nothing but those jeans and had already given me a sound hand spanking so my butt was nicely warmed up and pink all over. Troy doubled the belt over in his hand before taking my left hand and placing it in the small of my back, his fingers linking with mine.  It felt so intimate and I felt cared for even though I knew what he was about to do would hurt.  My pussy was already wet, hot and needy as he brought the leather down across my bottom.

“Good girl, you’re learning to take this so well,” he said, the praise making me smile as I turned my head towards him my cheek on the bed.

He strapped me again and I gasped, it stung no doubt about it, but he let each one sink in before giving me the next.

“You’re so brave giving yourself to me like this.  I’m so proud of you for taking what you need. How did I get so lucky?”

Each sentence punctuated by more slaps from the belt.  My ass was on fire and I never wanted it to end, it was heavenly, arousing and hurt all at the same time.  How did pain add an extra addictive bite to pleasure?  I will never know, and didn’t care.

“You’re bringing so many of my fantasies to life,” I breathed sharply as he strapped me again, “I only hope I am for you too.”

“Zarah, raise yourself up on your hands now,” Troy ordered letting go of the hand he held at the small of my back.  Not letting go of the belt in his right hand he put his other hand under my chin tilting my face to his as he took my mouth in a long sensuous kiss.  I was breathing heavy by the end of it.  “Just letting me touch you this way, trusting me, brings my fantasies to life.”

He winked at me then undid his jeans pushing them down his hard cock only inches from my face.  I licked my lips and looked up at him.

“Suck me,” was all he said and I did like I was starved.  I felt so hungry for him I slid my mouth down his length taking in all I could before slowly sliding my mouth back up swirling my tongue around the tip tasting him just as he brought the strap down on my ass, hard.  I gasped and felt my pussy get wetter, my nipples painfully hard and I went crazy sucking him off my lips sliding up and down faster, swiping my tongue around the head each time until he began thrusting and I let him set the pace and fuck my mouth.

“That’s it, baby, let me have you how I want.”  He fisted my hair with one hand and continue spanking me with his belt, I fucking loved every second of it and when I reached up to caress his balls he pushed deeper into me and with a loud groan came in my mouth. I didn’t hesitate and swallowed all he gave me.

Immediately he pushed me onto my back and began a sensual assault raining wet kisses and stinging bites down my body, my neck, my breasts, biting my nipples had me moaning, then soothing with his tongue until he was between my legs and now he would see how ridiculously aroused I was with the evidence all the way down on my thighs.  Troy leaned in and swiped his tongue in one long lick from the bottom to the top then circling my clit as I thrashed underneath him panting for release.  He held me down with a hand on my stomach to still my movements as he pushed two of those lovely long fingers inside me and continued his assault with his mouth.  I was getting close to the edge so fast that when he lightly bit my clit I screamed his name my hands fisted in his hair as I came so hard it almost hurt.  God, I was so easy for him and I lay there somewhat exhausted as he crawled up my body and then pulled me to rest against him with my head on his chest.

“Jesus, that was something else,” he said his breathing still as laboured as mine. “I went hard at you, are you okay?”

“Hell yes! That was amazing.  I didn’t think it was possible to be that aroused, that right there will be what I think of anytime you’re not around and I need to get off.”

Troy laughed loud and grinning kissed my forehead. “Happy to supply you with anything you need to help with that, sweetheart.”


The next few months flew by and we settled into a fantastic routine though still decided to keep our relationship on the down low for now.  Work all week, productive and intense, sleepovers with takeout or home cooked meals complete with spanking and sex then dessert.  The weekends were where we got to explore more of each other in and out of the bedroom, though the bedroom was a misnomer as we quite literally had sex all over the house and found interesting uses for a number of ordinary household items.

Everything was so wonderful, work was going great, I was building a great relationship with an amazing man.  What could go wrong?

“Zarah, your dad wants to see you in his office as soon as you are free,” Keira said as she left a coffee and chocolate chip cookie on my desk.  I thanked her and headed to see my father.

“Zarah, how are you, honey?” Dad asked.

“Great, dad, and you?”

“Good.  I drove by your house last Tuesday, wanted to have a chat but you weren’t home, where were you?”

“Out, why?  You can just call me you know, I could make sure I was at…”

“I came around Wednesday and Thursday as well,” he said cutting me off, “Troy’s car was in your driveway both nights.  Anything you want to tell me?”

So, he knew, or suspected something was between me and Troy.  This is one of those moments, to lie or tell the truth.  I preferred truth, but Troy and I hadn’t discussed when to tell my father.  I decided on a different tack.  He hadn’t directly asked about our relationship, so I didn’t need to directly answer.  Besides our sexual escapades were at the top of the list of things I did not want to discuss with my father.

“Nothing in particular, as you said before, we make a good team.”

There, vague and non-committal.

“Zarah! Are you sleeping with Troy?” he snapped


“If I am it’s none of your business unless it affects business,” I snapped back before putting my hands on my hips.

Dad glowered at me then went for gold.  “When it affects my daughter, it is always my business.”

It was at this point Troy decided to stroll in, taking in the scene of me and dad glaring at each other and casually announced after closing the office door, “you do know the whole office can hear your conversation, right?”

Double shit!

Troy looked directly at me for a moment then held out his hand.  I didn’t hesitate and walked to him taking it as he pulled me to stand in front of him his arms around my waist.

“Zarah and I are in a relationship, we hadn’t told anyone yet because it is still new enough for us to be working out how we fit together.  Working together, being with each other and the balance needed to make it successful.”

Damn, he always knew the right things to say and it made my stomach do little flips, I was so falling for this man.  I could see dad didn’t like it, his scowl was a work of art, then he seemed to let it go.

“Fuck it, I can see talking to either of you isn’t going to make you end this.”

I almost laughed, if Troy wondered where I got my bad language from, exhibit A was right in front of us.

“Just be sensible.  I want professionalism at all times, no sex in the stationary cupboard or any shenanigans like that!”

“Dad! Oh, my god, I can’t believe you even said that.  We’ve been together for close to three months and there hasn’t been a moment of non-professionalism,” I yelled at him.  Don’t think of the boardroom, don’t think of the boardroom I repeated over and over in my head and felt Troy stifle a laugh behind me.

“Fine! Make sure to tell me if this goes any further, I really don’t want to be blindsided again by an engagement, wedding, baby or even a dog for that matter.  I’d like to be the first one to know.  Now, get out of my office and do some bloody work, will you?!”

We left his office then and Troy took my hand as we walked back to my office not caring who saw us.

“You know, Zarah, that was pretty stressful, and you were very rude to your father.  That has earned you a hell of a spanking when we get home,” Troy said quietly to me.

“Maybe we discuss this later, Troy?”

“You’re right, somewhere quiet,” and looking around as if he was about to do something illegal he grabbed me around the waist and pulled me into the stationary cupboard.

“You can’t be serious!” I laughed.

“Very serious. I wondered if there was enough room to bend you over or just a quickie up against the door.  Your dad shouldn’t have given me such ideas and I hate being told what I can and can’t do.”

I grinned back at him as he leaned down and proceeded to kiss me until I no longer cared where we were, he was all mine and we had everything to look forward to.


The New Partner – Part 4

the new partner

Giggling and feeling very daring, I stood up and stripped my dress off in a second. Clad in only a purple ribbon and purple heels I was suddenly struck by my own boldness and his face glowed with appreciation at the sight of me naked.

A sudden embarrassment flooded my cheeks and I reached for my dress to cover myself but he got to it first and had his arm around my waist a second later. Before I could protest further I found myself, yet again, face down over his knee completely naked. No holding back this time, no, his hand came down on my bare bottom with a sureness he hadn’t shown before. In no time my bottom was smarting but it also felt so good I didn’t want him to stop. His hand rose and fell till I was squirming trying to get away and not wanting to at the same time.

“Want more?” Troy growled out the question. The sound turned my insides to liquid as he slid me off his lap and onto the ground on my knees. My bottom was on fire and I didn’t have a care in the world as I nodded vigorously.

“You’re to go to the kitchen and get a wooden spoon, make sure it’s clean and then get back here as fast as you can.”

I sprinted, as well as one can sprint in four inch heels and completely naked, to the kitchen. Spoon, spoon, where are the damn spoons. I spied one in a cylindrical container along with whisks and the like. Grabbing that I raced back to the lounge.

Troy was leaning back against the sofa grinning his hands locked behind his head. “I forgot to tell you, you were supposed to come back on hands and knees, wooden spoon between your teeth.”

I gaped at him and then thought what the hell. Backing up to the door I went down on all fours, feeling a little silly and yet strangely aroused, I put the spoon between my teeth and moved with a steady gait till I was at his feet and looked up at him.

Troy was still smiling but no longer grinning. It wasn’t the taunting attitude I had feared, no not at all, instead his eyes held a look of admiration. He was pleased with me and I realised then he had not expected me to do this. I smiled around the spoon.

“Ere do u wan dis?”

“You shouldn’t ask such suggestive questions,” he teased me, taking the spoon gently from my mouth and patting his lap.

As I moved to place myself over his lap he wasted no time in bringing the wooden spoon down on first one cheek and then the other.

Splat! “That is for knocking me on the head earlier.”

Whack! “That is for taking too long to get the implement.”

Crack! “And that is for having such a sweet ass that just begs to be turned bright red”

Smack, smack, smack…he continued until I was wriggling like a garden worm, though hopefully much prettier. He seemed to know when I needed a break and rubbed his warm palm over my bottom that I was sure must already be bright red.

“A lovely deep pink,” Troy said as if reading my mind. “Still with me Zarah?”



“Yes Sir.”

His hand continued to circle my bottom then dipped lower, between my legs. A light chuckle came from him as I knew he had found just how wet I was. He easily slid two fingers into me which made me gasp and then moan.

“Ready for the last round?” Troy asked me as he brought me close to orgasm.

“Yes, Yes Sir, Yes,” I panted out just as he removed his fingers. Nooo, so close, not fair. I squirmed a little then but he held me still till I had calmed somewhat. Calm! My body sang, my bottom ached and my blood ran through my veins fired with a passion I hadn’t known before.

His hand came down upon me next. It was lovely but it hurt and I realised pretty quickly he wasn’t doing it as hard as he could. It hurt enough to be felt but not enough to take away the desire that was already there. Oh, he was good alright and finished off with a few very heavy smacks before helping me up to sit astride him.

Troy gently brushed my hair out of my face and kissed me softly but the time for finesse was long gone in my opinion and I returned his kiss with abandon. Tasting his mouth, sucking his tongue, my hands undoing his shirt and next his trousers. He laughed that dark, deep, lovely sound washing over me and helped me at my task. Soon he was free enough for me to have him as I needed and as I raked my fingers over his chest he took a condom from his pocket and had covered himself just before I raised myself over his swollen cock and took him inside me until he filled me completely.

A harsh groan, a soft moan and Troy just held me tightly to him for a moment but I couldn’t keep still, I had to move. To feel the sweet friction and slide of our bodies. He helped me ride him his hands beneath my ass, kneading the sore flesh as I moved in that age-old dance. Lowering his head, he nipped at my breasts with his teeth and finally took one aching nipple into his mouth. The twin feelings of him deep inside me and his mouth at my breast sent me spiraling and I arched my back as I cried out my release. It was so intense and I heard Troy’s harsh groan as he joined me a moment later.

Panting he pulled me into his chest again and I listened as his heartbeat slowed, cocooned in his arms. I could have slept where I was but he disentangled us and carried me upstairs to bed.

“I’ve got to go out of town tomorrow but I’ll be back by the end of the week. Will you come and stay with me next weekend.”

“Sure,” I mumbled feeling exhausted; it was Tuesday that gave me four days to get my legs working again, I could do that.

Snuggling into him, feeling happy and content, I fell asleep almost as soon as we hit the bed.


Four days, he was only gone four days and I missed him terribly.  Friday night he took me to his place and after a couple of rounds of spanking and sex  I fell asleep in his arms sated.

I awoke and stretched luxuriously in his big bed, finding myself alone. A grunt came from somewhere, then another. Frowning, I crawled to the other side of the bed and peered over the edge. Troy was doing push ups in nothing more than what he was born in and I was happy to simply admire his nice firm butt even if it did look like he was humping the carpet.

“What are you doing? I’ve heard of ‘polishing you knob’ but never seen it done quite like that,” I couldn’t help myself.

He laughed snagging my arm, my precarious perch on the edge of the bed afforded no protection and he hauled me under him for a tickling. I yelped whilst trying to fend off his sneaky hands with little success. Troy subdued my wriggling form effortlessly, pinning my hands over my head and leisurely kissed his way down to my breast. My nipple hardened when his tongue touched it and I moaned in delight, rubbing myself against him. He pressed wet kisses around my breast until he reached the tip again and sucked strongly. I arched my back to meet him and wrapped my legs around his hips surprised at how aroused I was; he went on and tormented my other breast in the same manner.

Troy let go of me and slid his hands down my sides. With a final tug on my nipple his mouth moved lower, following his hands. His tongue left a wet trail down my body and only stopped to dip into my belly button before delving lower. His hands moved down and underneath my bottom then around to grip my thighs and spread them wider so I was completely exposed to his gaze. His eyes devoured me before I felt his mouth on my hot, damp flesh. He kissed my pussy teasingly; nibbled, sucked and licked as if tasting a delicious fruit that he wanted to savour.

“Please Troy,” I gasped mindless.

“Please? Please what, baby? This?” he asked his tongue gently circling my clit as he pushed a finger inside me.

“Yesss, that.”

“Close your eyes and don’t open them until I say so,” he commanded.

His hands left my body and I heard a drawer open and a match being lit. I lay on the floor my eyes closed, my body open and trusting. Troy returned and nibbled my clit again before pushing two fingers easily into my aching, wet pussy. He moved away but his fingers remained inside me, fucking me in a slow and deliberate manner. I moaned and moved my hips matching the rhythm of his fingers trying to take him deep but he pulled back, kept me dancing on the edge.

“Remember, keep your eyes closed,” Troy reiterated.

I felt a hot burning sensation on my nipple. A flash of hot pain, I gasped my eyes flying open, then warmth and the pain became pleasure spiralling down to my clit. I closed my eye as he moved his fingers slowly in and out of me a few times before repeating the sensation on my other nipple. It was wax, the sting was hot, sharp and delicious. He continued his torture, dripping the wax on my sensitive skin and fingering me, building the sensations as he moved the dripping wax closer to my feminine flesh.

“Ready for more? You feel like you are, you’re so fucking wet, honey,” he purred.

“Yes, yes, more of everything, anything, Sir!” I gasped.

“Dangerous words,”

I cried out with pleasure when the first drop struck my sensitive inner thigh. The pain from it barely registered now as my overloaded and aroused brain translated everything to pure delight. I squealed and sobbed as the wax was dripped back and forth over my thighs and across the top of my mound. Troy removed his fingers from me and brought his hand to my mouth.

“Open your eyes,” he said, “now suck.”

I complied tasting myself on his fingers. I felt wicked and wanton and never wanted him to stop. Then he dripped hot wax directly on my clit and I screamed, the pleasure and pain mixing till I thought I would burst. Again and again on my most sensitive skin, I writhed under the onslaught and in that moment would have done anything he wanted. I felt desperate and undone.

“You are beautiful,” Troy whispered, “the things I want to do with you.”

Troy extinguished the flame and I watched as he peeled off the hardened wax from my nipples. My nerve ends rioted. The initial burn of the wax, then the cool air, his warm mouth layered sensation upon sensation to my oversensitive nipple and at the same time his fingertips gently brushed the wax off my clit and I climaxed immediately taking us both by surprise. I screamed my release but he didn’t let up until all the wax was peeled away and I managed to get my breath back.

Troy rolled a condom on before he pulled me up into his arms so I sat as astride him and with his hands under my bottom stood up and walked us both into the bathroom. A moment later warm water ran over us as I felt his cock nudge my body, seeking entrance. I sank down on his shaft as he pinned me to the wall of the shower and thrust into me like a man possessed. We kissed ravenously tongues tangling; tasting and biting lips. My hands gripped him, nails digging into the flesh of his shoulders as he filled me again and again. The pleasure from the wax play still hummed through me and the sweet slide of our bodies brought me quickly to the edge of another climax. I tensed, gripped Troy tighter as another orgasm ripped through me tearing a strangled cry from me. Troy’s guttural groans mingled with mine as he came a moment after.

We clung together panting as the warm water sluiced over us and slowly disentangled our limbs. He kissed me lightly and smiling I grabbed the soap determined to give him a thorough washing.

Go to Part 5 – Final

The New Partner – Part 2

the new partner

Without further discussion Troy brought his hand down upon my clothed bottom once again, only this time when he continued spanking me he alternated paying each side of my bottom plenty of attention. It wasn’t too heavy just enough to feel it with a light sting that slowly built as the spanking continued. It actually felt quite nice and there was almost a reassuring feel of his hand on my back, a connection I had never felt before; how strange it was.  I had always wondered about it from an erotic view point but there wasn’t anything really erotic about this, more comforting.

Troy stopped spanking me and said, “I want you to take off your jacket and trousers. Will you do that?”

“Yes Sir.” I said. He helped me to my feet and I took off my jacket, undid my belt and removed my trousers, kicking of my shoes as I did so. I blushed and quickly went over Troy’s lap again.

He began spanking me immediately and I could feel it much more intensely than before. He also began spanking the tops of my thighs, now exposed, which stung even more. I could really feel it and found myself making small noises each time his hand descended.

“You alright?” Troy asked but did not stop spanking me.

“Uh…yes…oh…Sir.” I panted out between smacks and then they started to come a little faster and harder and there were some distinct ‘ows’ coming out of my mouth. He continued and I felt very warm.

He soothed his hand over my panty clad bottom and thighs. “Please stand up, there is more I have to ask of you.”

I stood and felt a little odd standing before him like a schoolgirl who had just had her bottom walloped. I was breathing heavily, my bottom stung and felt hot, but there were certainly no tears.

“I was hoping you wouldn’t need for us to go this far…but it seems something more is needed. I want you to remove your panties and go and stand in the corner”

I looked at him to see if he was serious, he was and turned his head away to give me some privacy. I removed my panties, left them on the floor and went to the nearest corner. I stood facing the corner in only my blouse and bra and felt even more like a recalcitrant schoolgirl.

“Put your hands on you head. Stand up straight,” he said from behind me. “Your bottom is bright pink. Why is it bright pink?”

“It’s pink because I was rude, Sir.”

“Is that all?”

“No, Sir.  I was foulmouthed and made a scene in the lobby.”

“I am going to make that ass red before I am through with you. Then we will both know how sorry you really are. You are in need of much discipline, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Yes, I am, Sir.”

I don’t know how long I stayed there like that, it was likely about five minutes but could have been twenty for all I knew. Troy seemed to be moving around the room, getting himself a drink perhaps, I couldn’t see. I felt even more like the naughty girl I was; should have put my hair in pigtails. A small, quickly suppressed, giggle escaped at that thought.

Troy sighed behind me. “Remove the rest of your clothing and then I want you over my knee again,” he said softly, almost ruefully as if he had thought he would not need to go this far.

I did as I was told with my face and bottom burning, so ashamed of how I had acted, of being naked like this, even of enjoying it all in an odd way and worst of all I was aroused. Having this man order me around like this was extremely exciting. I was always the one in charge, always the decision maker; not this time, yet I had made the decision to submit to this punishment. I wondered what else I might submit to and the thought brought a hot flush to my body and between my legs.

I was sure he would see my arousal but when the first smack landed on my bare bottom I forgot all about that. I yelped and tried to move but his hand on my back held me down again. Troy’s hand lifted and fell over and over, I don’t know how many times or for how long, and my bottom truly began to burn. I started crying out with each smack. This continued for some time and I began pleading for him to stop. ‘Red’ he had said, but only if absolutely necessary. He wasn’t going to get that out of me. I felt the tears at my eyes and when a little sob came out I thought he would stop. Instead, he increased the intensity and he was truly thrashing my bottom harshly until I was sobbing quite loud and without any shame. I felt something in me release and I slumped fully over his knees sobbing and making no effort to get out of the way of his hand.  The pain had transmuted into something else entirely and I felt in an almost dreamlike state.

I was still sobbing and hardly realised he had stopped spanking me. He picked me up gently, wrapped the bedcover around me and held me close stroking my hair.

“You did so well and were so brave. I was hard on you, for your first time, but felt you needed it,” he murmured.

“I did,” I admitted and looked up into his face. I must look a fright and was sure my make-up was running down my face. He smiled and kissed my mouth softly. “You’re beautiful,” he said as if reading my mind. We stared at each other a while and something gently blossomed between us in that moment.

“Go, have your shower and I will order us some food. We have a lot to talk about.”

I bounced off the bed feeling strangely energised, even with a burning bottom and a distinct but not unpleasant burning elsewhere, and with a quick grin said, “Yes Sir!”

Two weeks later.

I waited until my father was available and made a beeline to his office. My heels clicking on the floor as I entered; he looked up and smiled.

“Hiya pumpkin,” he spoke cheerfully.

“Dad! I wish you wouldn’t call me that at work.”

“For fuck’s sake, Zarah, no one’s around.”

“I know but what if you slip up when someone is, I’ll never live it down.”

“Alright, I’ll try. Now, why are you in here.”

“Can’t a daughter just say ‘Hi’ to her dad when she feels like it without it meaning more?”

“Not this one.”

“Out of your five children I am the only one who took the slightest bit of interest in the family business and this is the thanks I get,” I said laughing.

“Sorry pumpkin but I know you’re up to something. What is it?”

“Well, since you ask. What do we really know about this new guy, Jamison?”

“Enough to make him a partner, why? You don’t trust my judgment?”

“Of course, I do, it’s just…”

“What, exactly?”

“I don’t know, exactly, just something.”

“You two had a fight?”

“No, no nothing like that, just…do we really need him?”

“Look Zarah, he’s the best in the field, which means he’s the best in our field. You can’t deny the latest proposals have all gone a lot smoother than usual. Besides whether you admit it or not, you two make a great team.”

I looked at him sharply, he just stared back with his eyebrows raised. I couldn’t tell him the real reason. Daddy he spanked me, he spanked me till I cried and it felt so damn good I want him to do it again and this time I don’t want him to stop at the spanking. No, one does not admit such things to one’s father.

“You’re right, it’s just all the changes are getting to me a bit.”

“Good girl, now I’ve got a meeting in ten so…”

“Sure, thanks dad.”

I went back to my office and sat for a while, trying to work and failing miserably. I got up, paced to the window and looked out over the city.

Damn it, the man was driving me crazy. Two weeks ago I had what could be described as an epiphany at his hands. Then nothing, nada, squat! He had said after I showered we would talk, we talked alright, he asked about every detail of the company. But not one word about what happened when he took me over his knee and spanked me to submission. I was mortified when he said nothing and then couldn’t bring it up myself. He proceeded like nothing had happened, as if I hadn’t just been completely naked and in his power. Not one word, and I didn’t know how to handle this sort of situation.

At first I was confused, unsure, within days embarrassed, and now I was just plain angry; fighting mad and it was time for a showdown.

I buzzed my PA. “Keira, please organise a meeting with Mr Jamison in the board room as soon as is convenient for him, tell him it is in relation to the Fortuna deal.”

“Right away, Zarah.”

I went back to my desk to wait and Keira called back inside two minutes.

“Zarah, Mr Jamison is free in fifteen.”

“Perfect,” no time like the present, “set it up Keira”

“Consider it done.”

I had time to check my appearance, collect the files that I wouldn’t be discussing and headed off to the fake meeting. I needed to appear confident, that was the trick, though I could feel my heart beating as if it sat in my throat.

Go to Part 3

Barely Touched – FFF

BillConstruction worker

I run my tongue up his bare torso, tasting the sweat, teasing his nipples.  My hands follow, his heart races beneath my touch.  He wastes no time spinning me around and tears open my blouse roughly cupping my naked breasts.  Pushing me forward he yanks up my skirt and slaps my exposed bottom.  Soaked panties pushed aside as he drives into me giving me sweet relief…

“Stop ogling those workmen and get back to work girl!” the office manager growls, breaking my reverie. I scurry back to my cubicle with a secret smile on my lips.


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The River – FFF


The only place to cross the river was upstream, near the waterfall.  Beware the ferryman, they joked.

To my surprise a woman was there, with sweet turquoise eyes and golden hair cascading around her soft naked hips.

“You may not pass here,” she stated.

“I must,” I replied.

“There is a price.”

“I will pay.”

“Kiss me.”

I did as she bid, her passion intoxicating.  With lips and tongue she aroused me unbearably and as I sank into her I realised too late her price.  There would be no crossing now or ever.


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Halloween Hope

The Halloween party was in full swing by the time Jerrod arrived.  Ghosts, pirates, vampires, fairies, witches and the odd Frankenstein danced around with drinks and finger food.  A macabre cocktail party.  He had never been to one of Mara’s Halloween parties which was surprising considering they had been friends since childhood.

Jerrod scanned the crowd hoping to glimpse Kel but she was nowhere to be seen. Kel and he met a couple of weeks ago, by chance when he dropped by Mara’s workplace and since then had seen each other every day.

Kel was something else; long brown hair, smoky grey eyes and though of a similar height to Jerrod she had a presence that made her seem taller somehow.  In a room, she did not go unnoticed.

Jerrod felt two arms slide around his waist as a teasing mouth nipped at his neck.

“Hello lover, what kept you?” Kel whispered softly biting his earlobe.

“I got tied up,” Jerrod responded.

“By anyone I know?”

Jerrod laughed, she said this sort of thing often.  He turned in her arms and captured her mouth with his for a hungry and searing kiss then stood back to appraise her.  Kel looked stunning in a sort of vampiress get-up comprising a black corset, tight leather mini-skirt and thigh high boots.  Jerrod caught his breath; add a whip and she was his fantasy domme come to life.  Shivers coursed through him; he harboured hope.

“You look fantastic!” Jerrod said.

“Thank you.  I see you are Han Solo, what a dashing hero you make.  Pity you didn’t come as Chewbacca I could have lead you around in handcuffs.”

Jerrod figured on being Chewbacca at the next costume party and hoped it was soon.

“Can I get you a drink?”

“No thanks, maybe later, but for now…Mara has this place all decked out, come on let’s go have a look around.  She even has a dungeon set up downstairs,” Kel winked at Jerrod as she lead him away.

The dungeon was really a lock up garage that Mara had converted for some extra Halloween atmosphere and for anything else her guests might want.  There was a St Andrews Cross at one end and stocks at another.  Various implements of torture hung from one of the walls, some for show, some for play.  The crossed swords and axes added to the detail and the walls had been painted to look like bricks.  A fake skeleton also hung from chains its mouth ajar as though in agony or perhaps ecstasy one couldn’t quite tell.  Next to the fake skeleton was a hidden door that opened to a small bathroom, it stood ajar and Kel closed it off as she walked past.

Jerrod was amazed at how much work Mara had gone to and they both wandered around the room looking and touching various things.

“She’s gone to a lot of trouble,” Jerrod noted.

“Oh, she always puts on a great Halloween bash,” replied Kel.

“I’ve always been out of town, usually visit with family this time of year, so I’ve never been to one of her parties before.”

“Then we shall have to ensure this is one you won’t soon forget.”

Jerrod was staring at the St Andrews Cross.

“Where did she get this gear from?”

“Oh, borrowed it from a friend I believe.  Fancy a go? A bad boy like you really deserves to be tied to one of these.”

Jerrod couldn’t believe his ears, he went to turn around but Kel was behind him and kept him in place.  She gently marched him forward.

“Don’t tell me you’ve never thought about it,” Kel nipped his earlobe again.  “You try so hard to keep it inside but I see it, all that desire shimmering on the surface. You like it when I take over, don’t you? You find it exciting, it arouses you.”

It wasn’t really a question but Jerrod answered anyway.


“Then here is the perfect opportunity to see what fun we can have.  Give me you left hand.”

Jerrod did as he was told and she secured the arm to the X-frame.

“Now the other.”

Kel took Jerrod’s other arm and secured that also.  She had not secured him tightly just enough for him to feel immobilised but not so he didn’t feel he had lost all control.


“Ah, yes,” Jerrod was unsure but wanted to see where this might lead.

“Well now,” Kel continued, “let’s have a little chat shall we.  I have a bone to pick with you.”

Kel slid her hands down the front of Jerrod’s pants and rubbed his cock which had already begun to swell whilst she tied him up.

“Not that bone, but oh my, you do seem to be enjoying yourself.  However, that is not what I wanted to discuss. Here we are two weeks into a delightful romance and I think it high time we both come clean.  You see, I don’t normally date men like you.”

“What do you mean, men like me?” Jerrod asked confused.

“I mean I don’t date vanilla men.  Do you understand what I mean by that?”

Kel continued to explore him with her hands as she spoke; teasing his nipples, cupping his balls and biting his neck.  He should be worried about someone walking in but at the moment couldn’t care less, surely, she had locked the door.

“Yes, I understand, but there’s something I should tell you.”

“You don’t have to darling, I already know.  Couldn’t believe my luck.”

“How did you…” Jerrod broke off…Mara, damnit he knew he said too much the last time they got drunk together.

“Well Mara and I have been friends for a long time too and there isn’t much we don’t discuss.  But, I digress, as I said I have a bone to pick with you.”

Kel’s hands continued their torturous play and he was as hard as rock though it seemed she wasn’t ready to grant him any satisfaction just yet.

“As I said, here we are two weeks into a delightful romance full of possibilities and what do I find out?  You still have your profile open on Tinder.  Asking you to close any profiles on dating sites obviously was not an explicit enough request.  Perhaps I just don’t speak plainly enough for you? Hmm?”  She pinched his nipples hard and Jerrod gasped out his answer.

“No, it’s not that, I just thought…”

“Thought what?”

“That I should keep my options open, in case you weren’t interested in…” Jerrod got out with difficulty and hung his head in shame.

“But I am and do you know what happens now?”

“I’ll close it immediately, now if I can use Mara’s computer.”

Kel laughed and nuzzled his ear. “Of course, you will just as soon as you are free to but for now punishment is in order.”

Jerrod didn’t think he could get any harder but her laughter, warm breath and that word made him feel dizzy with lust.  He felt her hands at his belt and seconds later his pants falling to his feet.  He desperately hoped he wouldn’t disgrace himself and come before she even touched him and God he hoped the door was locked.

Kel pushed Jerrod’s underpants down but they got caught on his erection.  She yanked them freeing him to the cool air and gripped him in her fist to slide slowly up and down his length a few times.  Jerrod gritted his teeth trying to hold himself together. Kel let go of him and raked her nails gently over exposed buttocks and gave them both a hearty slap.

“How lovely to see my handprint there, it is almost like a mark of ownership.  In fact, that is very much how I feel right now.  But that isn’t what we are here for.  This is not a good angle for spanking with my hand, so I think I shall use a paddle instead. Agreed?”


“You’re doing wonderfully and later we shall discuss all this in depth but for now…well let’s get this punishment out of the way.  I’m just going to the opposite side of the room and will be right back…don’t go anywhere.”

Tied to the St Andrews Cross Jerrod could do nothing of the sort and he heard the laughter in her voice at her own joke and smiled to himself. She couldn’t believe her luck?  Neither could he. A moment later he heard her boot heels clicking across the floor toward him.

“Since this is our first time together like this I’ll keep it simple.  A dozen you will receive, no a baker’s dozen since we will be toasting buns.  You will count them out for me.”


Kel delivered the first six, with increasing intensity so the first was with enough sting to get his attention and the last with enough bite for him to realise he had to endure seven more.

“One…two…three…four…five…six…” Jerrod uttered aloud after each one.

“Nicely taken, but remember this is a punishment and I would like you to remember them for at least an hour or two, so are you ready for the next six?”

“Yes, I’m ready.”

“Ask me nicely.”

“Kel, please give me the last six.”

“Good boy.” Kel dragged Jerrod’s head back by his hair and kissed him ravenously which he returned with as much gusto.

Kel then laid on six of her best at full swing.  She spaced them out so Jerrod could catch his breath after each one and delighted in his groans and moans.

“Seven… ..eight……..nine………ten….ohhh….eleven…..ahhhhh…..twelve.  Thank you, Kel,” Jerrod said stoically trying not to show how much it had hurt or how much he cherished every one.

“Thanking me so soon?  Why, we are not finished.  A baker’s dozen consists of thirteen not twelve,” Kel said softly.  It sounded to Jerrod as though she too was out of breath.  Was it possible she enjoyed this as much as he did?

“Thirteen,” Kel continued, “unlucky for some, but not for us, not tonight.  I’m going to untie you but want you to remain in the same position for this last one.”

“Okay,” Jerrod agreed, it’s only one more after all.

Kel let fly with the last spank and managed to catch him squarely across the tops of his thighs sending a searing pain through the area.  He had thought the other twelve were hard but nothing compared to this last one and yelped in response.

“Get down on your knees now,” Kel ordered.

Jerrod did so without thinking and watched as Kel hiked her skin-tight skirt up to her waist.  She wasn’t wearing any panties and the sight of her neatly trimmed pubic hair and soaked pussy made his mouth water.

“Put your mouth on me.”

And he did, with pleasure.  Her taste overwhelmed his senses and her moans aroused him unbearably as he licked, sucked and caressed her intimate flesh.  She held his head to her as his tongue speared into her, lapping at her wet core.  He felt the fine tremors in her and continued his assault bent on ensuring her pleasure until he heard her cry out in delight and grip him tightly.  His mouth was flooded with her essence and he eagerly drank her in.

Kel moved away from him, her chest heaving and looked down to see his cock as erect as before.  She immediately pushed him onto his back and straddled him on the floor taking his shaft inch by inch into her hot depths.  Finesse be damned, he gripped her hips as she rode him and muscles corded and straining he came with blinding intensity.

Jerrod held Kel tight to him as their breathing returned to normal.  She pushed herself up to lean on his chest and look at his face.

“You alright?” she asked.

“Never better,” Jerrod grinned at her.

“Come on time to get back to the party, besides someone else might want to use this room.”

They used the hidden bathroom to clean up and put their clothes back in order.  Kel kissed Jerrod and smiled.

“Well, they would have got a hell of an earful if they were listening at the door,” Jerrod said continuing the conversation.

“An eyeful you mean, I never locked the door.”

“What?  Then all that time…Oh.”

“Yes, Oh.  Don’t worry if anybody had come in they would just have been jealous at the delicious scene we made.  Now, we have some other business to attend to do we not?  Unless you have changed your mind.  Best to speak up now.”

“No, quite the opposite my beautiful Kel, quite the opposite.”

“Then Happy Halloween, darling Jerro.  Let’s go find Mara.”

The Story of Who?

This story came about through a challenge from one of my regular readers. The parts in red are what were given as a prompt to the rest of the story. I took the liberty of changing from second person to first person as I found this easier to work with as well as writing it all in the present tense, something I do not often do. I had fun writing it though it is perhaps a little predictable. Still I hope you enjoy and if anyone ever wishes to do this experiment in real life let me know the outcome as it would be an interesting one indeed…



You checked yourself in the mirror one last time. A pastel sundress. Flip-flops and a floppy hat. Red lipstick, arterial red. Largish rhinestone cats eye sunglasses. You grabbed your oversized bag, bounded down the stairs and hailed a cab. “Fifth and Madison.” A street of bookstores, boutiques and coffee houses, where the campus and the business district meet.

You got your bearings on the unfamiliar street. Luck smiled on you: the ideal spot was just across the street, and an umbrella-ed table was vacant just at the corner. You jaywalked to the café, then languidly took your seat.

The wait staff was either busy or inattentive. Or maybe you were supposed to check in with the receptionist. So much the better. You settled in, placing your bag on the seat beside you. And from it you removed the book. Placed it face up on the round table. Its white cover contrasted nicely with the red checked cloth. You positioned it just so, at an angle across from you, the bold lettering readable to passers-by and fellow café patrons:


by Pauline Reage

12:45 p.m. You promised yourself to let the experiment run for at least an hour. Or was that enough? Ninety minutes, then. Not a second less.

Already several sidewalk strollers had passed your table. One of them paused, then walked on. Or did he pause? Was that your imagination? Did he shake his head slightly just now? Did he hesitate, begin to look back? No, you thought, as he crossed the street.

An Experiment. An Adventure. No one put you up to it. You put yourself up to it. No one knew. (Who could you tell? And, why would you?) Anonymity IS possible in the great city. Buying this naughty book was an anonymous act, and an uncharacteristically daring one, six months ago.  Even so, you felt keen embarrassment placing the book on the counter, face down. Bravely, you deliberately met the eyes of the cashier … who registered no recognition, and handed your change without comment.

12: 51. Six minutes, a tenth of an hour, and nothing. The waitress finally brought tepid water and a menu. “Sorry, I didn’t see you here.” “No problem.” Standing over you, she could not – COULD NOT – help but see the book, so casually prominent. “Do you know what you want?” “Pot of tea.”

Do you know what you want? Yes and no. But a pot of tea is not it. You slide the book ever so slightly toward the edge, as if making room for the tea…

12:57. Another six minutes and the pot of tea is deposited on the table. Nothing, no comment, not a glance – or wait the man two tables over, yes, he is looking. That look, what did it mean? Disapproval, he was frowning, why disapprove if you knew what the book was about? Self-righteous busy body, but still someone had seen. I pour the tea, a little shaky, pick the cup up and sip. Glancing at the man again I see he is gone and sigh.

It was not going as I hoped it would. Nervously sipping tea, adjusting my hat or rearranging my skirt meant I was constantly fidgeting. Sit still; I ordered myself to just relax.

“Is this seat taken?”

“Ah, no.” Had he seen?

“May I take the seat then?”

Looking around I notice the cafe is now full. I shrug ‘sure’ but before the man left he looked pointedly at my book then at me and with a slight smile took the chair to his table.

1:15. Perhaps it was not to be, the only person to take even a mild interest only wanted the spare chair from my table. What was I thinking, this is going nowhere? Catching the waitress’s eye, I order a grilled chicken salad. The butterflies were still flying around my tummy, food might help calm me. Nervous, excited, silly, thoughtful were the various feelings running through me. What was I going to say if someone did stop? I hadn’t really thought this all the way through. Never mind, I could wing it. Picking up the book so the front cover was still easily seen I began reading.

1:25. A different waitress brings my chicken salad, I put the book down, on display as before.

“Oh, I’ve read this. Fascinating read,” the waitress comments.

“Yes, it is,” I smile at her.

Smiling back, she looks like she might say more. “Well, enjoy your lunch.”

I sigh, three possible I guess that is not so bad. Heck, you hear of people falling over on the street and no one stops to help or ask if they are all right so why should they care about a book. I eagerly tuck into my salad as my stomach growls loudly. Should have ordered some wine this would be really nice with a crisp white. I go back to reading in between bites of chicken and salad.

1:45. “Do you mind?”

I look up and see the man who had borrowed the seat earlier and looking over to his table I see his party has left. Thinking he is only returning the chair I shrug ‘sure’ once again.

“Thanks,” he says and then sits on the seat and makes himself comfortable.

“Oh,” I say.

“Yes indeed, that was what I was going to ask you about,” he says in reply.

I blink a couple of times hardly believing my luck then blush ten shades of red. I sip my water trying to act nonchalant though my heart is pounding loud enough to wake the dead.

“Come on, why so shy? Surely this is some sort of declaration,” he says tapping the book.

“I was just out enjoying myself and reading an interesting book,” I stumble over my words.

He leans over the table and extends his hand. “My name is Jason.”

I shake his hand. “I am Amelie.”

“Amelie, are you enjoying your book?”

“Yes and no. Have you read it?”

“Yes, a number of times. What about it are you enjoying?”

“I… well,” I hesitate. Is it proper to be having such a candid conversation with a perfect stranger? Well I did start it, sort of, and we are only discussing a book after all.

“I find O, as a character, intriguing, fascinating. Part of me is drawn to that and can understand how one might want to give up control in life and just be there for others. I mean be used in such a way.” I was blushing again, I had never spoken so openly to someone I didn’t know. In fact, I was hardly this open with people I did know.

“And what is it you don’t enjoy?”

“The male characters, I don’t like them, any of them. I find them cruel and they do not seem to care for her at all. I’m sure that’s part of the story but they don’t engage me in any way. O, she is the real star.”

“Do you find it erotic?”

“Well yes, I do. And you, did you enjoy it?” I say quickly to divert his attention a little.

“Very much. It helped me many years ago, I find all of it fascinating, O, the men, the other women. What they want, what they need. O’s choices and where they take her.”

“You make it sound almost real, it is just a story after all.”

“You don’t think some people live that way?”

“Possibly, but I like to think things are a little more, uh mutual perhaps.”

“Perhaps,” he smiled, “so, you are a curious soul and this is not for comparison?”

“Ha! Goodness no, but yes I am a curious type.”

“How curious?”

“I’m not sure what you are asking?”

“You know exactly what I am asking.”

“Are you some sort of pervert?”

“Yes, it seems I am…”

I laughed. “You aren’t supposed to just blurt it out like that!”

He grinned which had the effect of putting me at ease. “I decided honesty was the best policy under the circumstances.”

“You said it helped you. How?”

“I’ll answer that if you answer my question first. How curious are you?”

“Very…but,” trying desperately to control my blushing, “I’ve never done anything like this.”

“I thought not. This book helped me to realise I wasn’t the only one with odd…needs and I wasn’t quite the freak I thought myself to be.”

“That’s a pretty big statement to make from reading one book.”

“Well the book lead me to…research, if you like. Much, I think, as you are now.”

“Your ‘research’ it worked out for you?”

“It was what I was looking for without realising it. Look, I have to get going but would very much like to meet again, over coffee or lunch, whatever you are comfortable with and we can discuss this further. Interested?”

“Yes…yes I am.”

He grabs a napkin and scribbles on it and hands it to me. “My number, call me. The ball, to start with, is in your court. A pleasure to meet you Amelie and I look forward to the next.”

“A pleasure to meet you as well Jason and thanks.”

I watch him leave feeling overwhelmed and thrilled at the same time. Who would have thought my experiment could have lead anywhere? Picking up my book and leaving some folded notes to take care of the meal I head home with a delicious anticipation sitting snugly inside me.