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The Novice
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The Novice  He was feeling, down, very down, he had screwed up, and he was very angry mostly at himself. He had seen the signs, the red flags and somehow ignored them, and now what could have been a wonderful experience was a disappointment and never really developed.. He hated disappointing others, and equally himself. The IM 'pinged' " I see you enjoy spanking'' he read the words with delight, and then followed a very long and interesting on line conversation, followed up by a week of mailing and several long interesting and exciting telephone calls. He was his old self again. He was seated at the back of the restaurant facing the door. His heart jumped when he saw her enter, much sexier than in her photos. He stood up, she walked slowly and carefully towards him. She was about 5'2'', dressed in a gray pin striped pencil skirt, matching short jacket, white blouse, black stockings and ankle length black studded leather boots, with 6'' steel stiletto heels. Her long black hair was tied up in a bun, and she was wearing new think black rimed large lens glasses that seem to be fashionable these days.she shook her hand, she leaned towards him and gently kissed his cheek. He ate light, she served herself from the salad bar. They chatted, mostly confirming what they already knew, his relationship and marriage, her vanilla boyfriend, what he likes, what she liked, the limits they both had , and the 'no go ' areas. An hour sped by in what seemed minuets, she had to rush off back to work. He watched her beautiful formed backside moving away from him as she left. That arse was definitely going to be a cross his knee, one day soon he thought. They mailed, chatted on the phone for a week and agreed to meet again, same time, same place. That was when they made the first firm date for the following Thursday afternoon. She arrived dressed as he had requested. The ankle boots, black hold up net stockings, a short leather skirt, a black leather Basque type corset, and a lightweight black leather jacket. He had told her where to shop, and she had complied completely. She threw her arms around him, and gave him a deep passionate tongue kiss. He removed her glasses, and let her long hair flow around her shoulders. he led her to the large sofa, sat down and pulled her across his knee, lifted up the skirt, pulled down her flimsy panties, and began to apply his skills upon her incredibly sexy backside. She squirmed, screamed and even cried, he did not stop until she signaled him too. He let her rest, still laying across his knee, he undid the Basque, and exposed her breasts. he lightly pulled on her nipple, she squirmed in delight as he held it tight between his long finger nails. he then reached for the wooden hair brush, and began lightly spanking her cheeks again, slowly giving harder and harder stokes. Again after a while she signaled for a rest. He slowly rubbed a finger along her vaginal lips, she was soaking wet, 'Naughty Girl ' he said, 'Yes Sir' was the reply. He then slowly and gently began rubbing his wet finger around her anal rim, she struggled, so he held her neck tightly and pushed her head down, she was like a cat that had been pacified. He slowly penetrated her with his finger, she relaxed and began to move with his rhythm. He lubbed up his medium rubber dildo, and gently worked it into her. She again matched his rhythm. 'I see you have been doing your anal exercises as commanded' 'Yes Sir' 'Good Girl'. 'Kneel up' he commanded. She complied, as he pushed her head down towards his crutch. She clumsily opened his trousered removed his organ from it restraints and gave him a first class blow job. He rewarded her by continuing to take her anus with the dilo, and had slipped his hand underneath her body, and began roughly to work her clitoris, she scream out an orgasm, but he kept on until she came again. He allowed her to rest letting her sit beside him, she instinctively laid her head in his lap, and took his organ into her mouth again. He casually smoked a cigarette, while he gently stroked her hair while she was working her mouth on his organ. It was time to try out his collection of nipple clamps. The best ones seemed to be the<b> butterfly </font></b>clamps, They held well, and caused just the right amount of pain,. For her clitoris the clothes pegs proved to be best, as she was so wet, the<b> butterfly </font></b>clamps just slipped off. He then stood up, took her by the hand, and led her to and bent her over his 'Spanking '. He proceeded to lightly spank her again, with each slap getting harder and harder. He then began lightly whipping her with the riding crop, again each stroke harder than the last, she moaned and stied to struggle, but he held her heard down by firmly grasping the back of her neck, and continued with the crop until she signaled stop. He stood in front off her , lifted her head up, and rammed his organ deep into her mouth , and continued the 'mouthfuck' until she gagged.Reaching for the lubricant, he generously spread it across two fingers , and deliberately roughly rammed them into her anus, she gasped , then screamed. 'Are you ready to be taken?' , he asked, 'Yes Sir' she wish said softly' I can't Hear you' he bellowed back. 'YES SIR , Take my Arse, I am ready.' He took her very gently, sliding it in and out very slowly, an inch at a time, she moved to his rhythm again until she was herself thrusting back on him. 'Bring your self off' , he said softly but firmly. She began rubbing her self hard and fast, and he matched her speed until she cried out an orgasm, he carried on roughly taking her until she had orgasmed again and again. ''Are you ready to take my seed?'' he asked "Yes Sir" she whimpered, "I can't hear you" he bellowed back. "Yes Sir! Fill my arse with your cream" she screamed. He did, He pumped her hard and fast, in fact as hard as he could until he finally exploded inside of her. He led her back to the sofa, and laid her upon it, she was crying and shaking, he gave her a sip of brandy, and laid his arms around her, they laid there silently for what seemed ages, then they were disturbed by her mobile peeping, It was Mr Vanilla, she was late. He showered her, dressed her in her normal clothes, that were in a small sport bag she had brought with her. She made her self up, and was ready to face the 'Real World' again. They parted with a deep long tongue kiss, with the promise to meet again next Thursday. This and some other posts are purely the product of my own perverted twisted mind, any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or indeed the living dead are entirely coincidental. *Some are based on people we have met, and thus inspired by these meetings and people, and are products of my fantasy. Some are entirely products of my imagination and fantasy.* If you like this or any of my writing , please leave a comment, feedback is always welcome |
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