She was lying on the bed, reading, that afternoon. He came into the room; she looked up, smiled and returned to her book. He walked around the bed as if he were looking for something, investigating. The room was small with barely space to walk. The tall bed dominated the bedroom.
He spoke then, in that deceptively soft voice she loves. "Mark your place in the book and come over here." She crawled across the bed, climbed down and stood next to him. He handed her a blindfold and she shivered a little as she put it on. She stood quietly while she listened to him moving about, opening drawers, leaving the room and returning to stand very near. She felt him touch her then, run his hands down her body and reach between her legs. She knew he'd find her already wet, excited, trembling in his hands. He pulled her panties down and helped her step out of them.
"Take off your top and your bra. Climb up on the bed and get on your knees. Put your shoulders down on the bed." She whimpered a little as she remembered that the curtains were open to let in the beautiful sunshine. Anyone who walked by could see her. He helped her up on the bed, pushed her skirt up and positioned a pillow under her hips to ensure he would have the best angle for his work. He left her there, her ass in the air, her pussy exposed, vulnerable.
He returned after what might have been only a few minutes, but it had felt like an hour...lying there, open, wanting, needing his touch. She heard the unmistakable sound of the bottle of lube being opened. She moaned. She knew what that meant. "I've brought the dildos, I'm going to shove one in your ass and one in your cunt. Then, I'm going to spank you for misbehaving yesterday. There will be five on each cheek and you must count them. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir" she replied with a little sob. She nearly jumped off the bed when he ran his hand gently over her hip and caressed her clit.
"Reach behind you and pull your cheeks apart for me." As she complied, he pushed the first dildo into her ass. It felt enormous and she wasn't sure she could take it. He just continued to push until it was firmly embedded. Then he reached down, spread her lips and pushed the second dildo into her pussy. She moaned...she'd recognized the shape and it was one he knew she really liked. "How does that feel?" he asked. He knew she didn't like to talk about it but that was all the more reason to force the words from her. "It, it hurts," she sobbed in a whisper "and they are cold." He began to move the one in her pussy, in and out, caressing her with the nubby texture of it and she moaned loudly, her hips twitching. "What else," he asked, even softer. "I like it," she replied knowing that her face was red with the shame of saying it out loud.
He stroked her ass cheeks with something she couldn't identify. It had a slightly rough texture like terry cloth, but was firm and flexible. He lifted it up and brought it down with a hard slap on the left side. She cried out with the pain and almost forgot to count. "ONE" she cried. He continued to bring the paddle down against her ass, alternating sides. She counted, gasping and crying behind the mask until he was finished. As soon as it was over, the stinging stopped and she noticed the warmth left behind. He stroked her softly over the reddened area and she raised her hips inviting more caresses. He'd continued stroking the dildo in and out during the spanking and she was awash in sensation. She writhed on the bed, moved her hips in time with his strokes.
When she started to shake, he stopped moving. He pulled both dildos out and waited. She cried out, needing release. He leaned near, reached around pinched a nipple hard and asked "What do you want?" She was so shaken she couldn't speak. He twisted her nipple harder, asked even softer "What do you want me to do to you now?" She moaned and whispered, almost incoherently, "I want, I need, I want you to fuck me with your cock. I need it. Please, please, please."
"Of course" was all he said. She heard the soft whisper of clothes while she waited, shivering with need. He rolled her over onto her back and pulled her hips to the edge of the bed. "Pull your knees up to your chest and lock your hands under them." She heard that damned bottle of lube again and before she knew it he'd jammed the dildo back into her pussy and driven his cock to the hilt in her ass. She screamed and bucked her hips upward. She lost her grip on her legs. He slapped her clit, hard, twice..."do not let go again."
"How does that feel?"
"It hurts. Your cock is so hot, not like the cold dildo. I, I, I like it"
"How do you want me to fuck you?"
Moaning, "hard, deep, fast, hard" was all she could say.
"As you wish"
He began to fuck her harder, stroking her cunt with the dildo in time with the thrust of his hips. As his strokes grew deeper and harder she could feel his balls slapping against her reddened burning ass. She could hear someone crying out with every stroke, louder each time and realized it was her voice. Her orgasm began to wash over her again, waves of mind numbing pleasure. He buried himself to the hilt in her and cried out.
He pulled his cock and the dildo out of her gently and slid her hips back so she was lying fully on the bed. He left the room and returned with a warm washcloth to bathe her still throbbing flesh. He whispered to her, "rest now". She rolled onto her side, wearing only her skirt and the mask, feeling cherished and satiated. She slept. When she woke and pulled off the mask, she noticed that he'd closed the curtains and she smiled.
Originally published December 2006 - "Oh, Oh, Oh!"