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   Spank Me Please part 1 (MF, BDSM, public, con, span) By Randy Rock Star
  She sat on the living room sofa fidgeting anxiously.  He had told her the
car would arrive at 7 and it was now 5 past the hour.  "Dress up and I'll
send a car to pick you up.  The driver will ask you a question, to which
you are to respond yes." She decided on a smart, sexy white strapless dress
with a form-fitted bodice.  The dress required no bra and provided enough
support of it's own to push up her 34 B breasts leaving the tops of her
creamy mounds exposed.  The flared swing-style skirt was hemmed about 3
inches above the knee.  Her shapely legs were adorned with black sheer
hose, held up by a white lace garter belt.  She wore no panties, as he had
been very explicit in this regard.  Perhaps he was another imaginary Dom,
the sort she'd grown accustomed to already.  So many of the people she had
connected with in the web service where she posted her profile seemed to be
all talk and no action.  But Sir Randy had put so much detail into the
planning of their first encounter that she could not believe that he was a
fake.  Still, a cloud of disappointment was beginning to come over her when
she was jolted by the sound of a car horn outside.  She jumped from the
couch and almost fell over, forgetting the three inch heeled, black, patent
leather pumps she was wearing.  She regained her balance by grabbing the
arm of the couch for stability.  Excited, she pulled the door open quickly
and stepped out onto the front step.  She held her breath momentarily,
expecting the black stretch Lincoln limousine parked out front.  What she
saw made it difficult to regain her breath.  Idling in the lane was a
dirty, yellow taxi cab.  The hack behind the wheel was chewing on a cigar
butt and looked like he hadn't shaved in a couple of days.  "Are you the
entertainment?", he asked and then took the butt from his lips and spat on
the ground beside the cab.  The next ten seconds seemed to pass like ten
minutes.  She stood in shock.  She was dressed more for the banquet table
than the catwalk with a pole, yet this second rate cab driver was talking
to her like she was some kind of stripper or call girl.  She became aware
that her nipples had hardened and her skin felt electric all over and
suddenly she remembered his instructions.  "Ummmm, yes, yes of course. 
Just give me a second to grab my shawl." She stepped back into the house
and grabbed her black silk wrap and her black patent purse and then she
stepped out the door again and locked it behind her.  The skirt bounced and
swayed with the movement of her hips as she walked quickly down the walk,
heels clicking on the cement.  She was a very attractive woman.  She pulled
open the back door and got in.  Her clean white skirt contrasted with the
dirty upholstery in the taxi.  "Ummnn, I'm not sure where we're going ...",
she began to say.  "Don't worry, it's all been taken care of.", the driver
cut her off.  "I know exactly where to go.  It's a ways from here so just
sit back and enjoy the ride." He backed the car out of the lane and then
put it in drive.  They drove out of her subdivision and onto the main
feeder road and soon they were driving up the ramp onto the expressway. 
She shuddered, thinking about what she was getting into.  Her submissive
tendencies were a recent discovery.  She lost contact with her surroundings
and began to daydream about her awakening.  In everyday life she was very
much in control of her emotions, her demeanor, even many of the people
around her.  Most would suggest that she was a powerful woman.  It all
boiled down to discipline.  She led a very ordered life.  She was raised by
religious parents and they did not tolerate any misbehaviour.  For her and
her three siblings, failure to comply with the strict rules laid down by
her parents was met with a spanking, or when they were a little older even
a few strikes with a switch or a belt.  Under such conditions, behaviour
was seldom a problem and so punishment was a rare thing, especially as they
grew into teens and then young adults.  A scholar in university, she had a
degree in business at twenty two.  She was quickly absorbed into the Bay
Street crowd, promoted to executive within 18 months.  She was used to
having her way.  Her meetings were arranged for her by a private assistant.
She was aggressive in business, with a take no prisoners approach.  It
brought success, her own home, a new BMW every year, anything she really
wanted.  She worked hard, long days so she pampered herself to an expensive
wardrobe, posh nail bars and a regular massage.  In fact, the difficulty
tonight had come in which outfit to choose for the evening.  Pampered she
was, but she was also alone.  Dating was forbidden by her parents.  In
college she got too drunk at a pub night and lost her virginity to a hunk
on the football team.  That turned out to be a colossal disappointment. 
Big muscles had a four inch cock and he came so fast she didn't have time
to enjoy it at all.  She swore off sex at least until graduation and was so
fixed on success it wasn't until she had an office of her own that she
accepted an offer to dinner.  He turned out to be the perfect match, at
least in her parents view, and that's really all she knew.  He was a
gentleman, educated and refined.  He dressed well wearing only tailored
suits and fine shirts.  He was religious and disciplined.  He opened doors
for her and was always polite.  They courted briefly and then had a
traditional wedding.  They both excelled in business and had a nice house
and enjoyed all the finer things in life.  Sex was very basic and
infrequent.  He had bigger equipment than the jock that took her cherry, a
full six inches.  But they were limited to missionary position and fifteen
minutes was about the record.  After that he would say goodnight and roll
over to go right to sleep.  There was no passion in the marriage at all and
she was fine with that.  At least she did not have to endure sex more than
two or three times a year.  It was a dirty business and they were all
business about the marriage.  She discovered the panties in his car when
hers was in the shop for repair.  It was a tremendous mistake on his part.
Still, she ignored it until his affair became public.  She demanded a
divorce.  She hired a shark for a lawyer, but he was so smitten the
secretary he was bonking that he was careless in the negotiations, and she
ended up with the better half of the "community property".  What a fool he
was to give all this up for hot sex with a bimbo in a bachelor walk up. 
When it came to the divorce she took everything.  Once again she came out
on top.  Once more she triumphed.  And yet she felt like an empty shell as
she watched he ex-husband carelessly signing it all away as he and his
hottie playfully whispered naughty little secrets into each others ears,
not seeming to care about the house or the cars or anything else but each
other.  It was difficult to appear victorious.  Winning only mattered when
someone else lost.  Two years passed.  She was now a vice-president, at a
competing firm having been lured away with a huge raise and stock options.
At this rate she would only have to work for a couple of more years yet she
was becoming more addicted to the power, the more power she attained.  The
money became a fringe benefit to the pleasure of crushing the men she
negotiated with in the boardrooms of the nation.  She had a reputation for
being cold and heartless.  Instead she felt empty and driven by spite. 
Here she was in her mid-forties, single and alone.  Attractive but largely
unapproachable.  The aura she gave off kept most men at least twenty five
feet away when not working out the details for a transaction.  She needed a
change in her life.  She had money and power and she felt worthless and
powerless.  It's lucky that we have friends who step in to help during such
times of crisis.  She had two such friends.  One, a victim of marital
carnage like herself, and the other headed down that road toward the same
end.  They conspired to take a break, a vacation together.  Three
forty-something women, amigos traveling in a van together for a week in
Virginia Beach.  They got drunk together.  They ate feasts together, dining
on fresh fruits of the sea.  They lay on the beach together.  And as they
drove the long trip back to Toronto together they planned a party.  A
backyard barbecue party.  And they made a list of all of the single men and
women each of them could think of to invite.  The night of the party
arrived.  It was a bring your own bottle plus one for the hostesses and
because of the age range this resulted in a fine assortment of wines and
imported beers.  The ladies got quite drunk and she actually felt relaxed,
loose even for the first time since childhood.  There were a number of nice
men there, none of them cads.  She danced with a few of them.  She hadn't
danced since the night of her wedding.  She quite enjoyed herself and went
home that night with a warm glow.  She was thrilled two weeks later, when
one of her friends called to tell her that she had set her up on a
semi-blind date with one of those men she had danced with.  She was shocked
when she found out which one.  It was the tall, thin, rock musician, all
dressed in black with long shaggy hair and a tiny beard growing out of the
tip of his chin.  Trust your friends to take you serious when you tell them
you need a change.  She grinned when she imagined that he too could likely
use a change.  She doubted that he'd ever dated a dignified and refined
lady such as herself.  She eagerly accepted the invitation.  It was a
Chinese wedding.  He said he was going to dress "rock star formal" whatever
that meant.  She chose a form fitting satin dress, low cut in the front to
display her magnificent breasts.  She may not have had much experience with
sex but she knew how to use her assets in business negotiations and she had
the wardrobe to do it well.  The dress was floor length, slit up the side
to almost the top of her thigh.  She wore strappy sandals with three and a
half inch heels.  When he picked her up she wore a long coat so he didn't
see any of this alluring display until they arrived at the banquet hall. 
She was surprised by his manners and charm.  He arrived looking quite
dapper in a black, modern looking tuxedo over a white collarless shirt.  He
was quite dapper and he presented her with a single rose as soon as she
opened the door.  It was a lovely and perfect rose, too.  Tangerine in
colour and beginning to open, not a rock hard bud that may never bloom.  He
was quite thoughtful.  When they walked to the car he opened her door for
her and held it until she was seated comfortably before closing it.  Nice
touch, she thought.  This one might not be much work at all, she thought.
They arrived at the banquet hall and he gathered up the card and the
present and got out to retrieve the trio of bamboo he had also purchased to
wish the couple good joss.  He came back to the drivers seat, arms full to
get the keys and noticed that she was still sitting there, not making any
apparent effort to move.  "Is anything wrong?" he inquired.  "I'm just
accustomed to having my door opened for me.", she replied indignantly.  "I
kind of have my arms full.", he said and he closed his own door a little
firmly and walked abruptly around to the passenger side of the car.  He
opened her door with some difficulty and slammed it as well when she
stepped out.  And so the night began.  They were seated with many of his
friends from work.  He had a day job in IT, it turned out.  Music isn't the
most lucrative of career choices but many musicians find themselves with
high paying computer jobs.  Chinese weddings were different.  No dancing,
for one thing.  She picked at the food all night.  This was not your
regular Chinese food.  It all seemed so weird.  And the conversation was
less than stimulating for a powerful business woman.  She became more
irritated as the night went on.  A bored look came over her.  She assumed
an air of indifference and superiority.  Almost removed from the party, as
if an observer in the galleries, judging rather than participating.  The
evening ended early, as weddings go.  Around 11:30 everyone started making
moves toward the door and there was a sort of reverse receiving line as
everyone said their goodbye's to the happy couple and their families.  A
couple of uniformed cops stood at the door watching and no doubt, sniffing
the guests as they left the banquet room and filed out into the parking
lot. They drove back to her place in relative silence.  Polite but
uncomfortable silence.  He was the perfect gentleman when they arrived back
at her place, walking around and opening her door and extending his arm to
assist her from the vehicle.  When she was standing aside him he closed the
door softly and extended his elbow, which she took hold of with her hand.
They strolled slowly to her front door.  "Thank you for your company this
evening.  I hope we can see each other again some time.", he said and he
turned to go.  She had opened the door a crack already and was about to
lure him in for a cup of tea and perhaps something more.  She'd thought
that she'd been clear with him about who was in charge this evening and he
appeared to catch on early when she made him open her door.  "I'm
accustomed to being thanked with a kiss.", she heard herself say.  She
couldn't believe she had said it.  Time slowed and for a split second that
seemed like an eternity her mouth hung open.  He had been kind and gentle
all night.  She waited to see what his reaction would be.  It was swift and
not at all what she expected.  He moved to kiss her, lifting his arm to
cradle the back of her head.  When their lips were barely an inch apart he
grabbed the hair at the back of her head and said "You fucking bitch!" And
then he shoved his tongue into her mouth.  He grabbed her hands with his
other hand and then pulled her head back six inches from his face.  "You
cunt.  You've been nothing but a royal pain in the ass all night.  And now
you want a fucking kiss, do you?" He shoved her into the doorway of her
house and kicked the door shut behind him.  "I'll give you a fucking kiss.
Right after I give your ass the licking it should have had a long time ago.
You need to learn how to behave, little miss hoydy-toydy executive
princess." "Ow!" she said as he held her hands behind her and grabbed her
ear with his free hand.  He marched he over to the sofa and pushed her over
the arm so that her bottom was readily available.  He pushed he face into
the cushions to muffle her voice.  The slit up the skirt of the dress made
it easy for him to pull it up over her bottom exposing the brief cotton
panties she wore.  He rubbed her bottom softly and then he grabbed the
cotton in his hand and yanked hard.  They tore apart and she winced. 
Suddenly she felt the cool air hit her now exposed flesh.  And then she
felt the sting as his hand came down hard on her left cheek.  Then her
right.  Then across both.  She unconsciously spread her legs slightly to
get more comfortable.  And then his hand hit again, his baby finger just
barely hitting the back of her pussy lips.  She was beginning to get warm
and flushed.  And then he came down again cupping his hand slightly to make
a louder sound and she came in an instant.  For the first time in her life
she came.  Her body began to tremble and shudder.  "Oh my fucking GOD!" she
screamed into the pillow.  "You dirty little whore.  You enjoyed that,
didn't you." And he began to push his fingers into her dripping gash. 
"Just look and how wet you are." He pushed two, then three then finally all
four of his fingers into her soft swollen sex and pumped his hand in and
out of her.  She writhed on the couch like an animal, unable to control the
feelings washing over her body in waves.  He talked to her like a piece of
trash and manipulated her like a puppet and she felt like she had died and
gone to heaven.  For the first time since her childhood she felt like she
had absolutely no control over what was happening and for the first time in
her life she felt free.  He left her like that, over the arm of the couch,
rosy-pink, naked bottom in the air, torn panties around her ankles and her
dress up around her waist.  He had kissed her once on each rosy red cheek
before giving her ass one more slap with his drenched hand, and then placed
the rose across her buttocks.  She must have been like that for the better
part of an hour when she came out of her stupor, feeling first the sharp
pain from the thorns on her bum.  As soon as she realized how she must look
she immediately got up and started to straighten up her dress.  She noticed
the door was still ajar.  She felt soiled and used.  He was gone.  She
hoped she would see him again soon.  He had awakened a hunger within her.
He was the first man since her father to have taken control of her.  But he
never called.  She never saw him again.

   ....  to be continued.