It Doesn't Have to be Spontaneous Ch. 02

I could feel the thudding of my heart, the racing of my pulses and the panting of my breathing as I knew his gaze would be taking in every detail.

The waistband of the panties that ran from hip to hip. The thin skirt bunched above that. The stretched material showing the deep crevice between my slightly opened cheeks. And of course the plumpness of my blood engorged lips that would be glistening with my female secretions. All of my most private and personal places were under his scrutiny. The merest touch, a slight more excitement, a gesture or a light caress would have been enough to have made me cum, so emotionally aroused was I playing my full part in the ceremony.

But of course he knew exactly what he was doing. After all he'd written the script. So he didn't touch or caress me but once more made me wait as he stared. It really is the most excruciatingly pleasurable, but at the same time, enormously frustrating thing. To be wanting something to happen and to know that it's going to, but for it to be continually delayed. It was so atmosphere building, so mood creating and so integral to everything else that I realised it was the perfect way to prepare me.

I jumped with surprise when he spoke. It seemed to have been ages since either of us had said anything. But then we'd both got so many other things on our minds that there wasn't room for talking as well. So the words would have been a surprise in any case. They'd have given me a jolt what ever they were. But when I heard him calmly and slowly though a little hoarsely say.

"I'm going to pull your panties down Amanda," I nearly fainted with the surge of sexual excitement that gave me.

"Oh my God," I gasped. "Yes Adrian, yes."

"Yes Adrian what?" He asked his fingers sliding just inside the elastic of the waist band.

"Take my panties down, please Adrian take them down," I heard myself pleading, even though I could hardly believe what I was saying.

"Yes Amanda your panties have to come down so I can spank your bare bottom, don't they?"

"Yes, oh yes," I groaned as I felt him slowly rolling them down.

Rolling them down the flat part of the back of my waist, over the bulbousness of my hips, and onto and then over the roundness of the cheeks of my bottom. They were half way down my cheeks meaning that half the crease between them would now be bared meaning that the entrance to my anus would also be bare. I was shivering with expectancy, sexual desire and the anticipation of my first spanking.

"You have a glorious arse Amanda," he said as he ran his fingertips over it. "Just think how beautiful it will be when I've spanked it and it's all warm and stinging and, of course, red. Can you imagine it Amanda?"

"Yes Adrian I can."

He stroked and softly caressed all over each cheek running his fingers between them, hovering by and then pressing fairly firmly right on my bum hole. That made me grunt and I squirmed a little fearing he was going to slip his finger inside me. I didn't want that, it would just be too much and would, without doubt, make me cum.

He tugged them a little more so that the waist band was now beneath the bottom of each cheek a little way down my thighs. I could feel the gusset sticking to me and knew that the wetness would cause that. I also knew that now everything I had was exposed to his wonderfully lustful gaze.

I visualised the view he had of me.

My opened legs in the white, lacy-topped, seamed stockings. My breasts were hanging down, their weight pressing the meaty flesh against the thin, worn cotton. The plaid skirt bunched around my waist and my body bent at ninety degrees at the waist. My bum, my cheeks, my anal entry and my wet lips were all there for him to see.

"It's time Amanda," he said slowly and quietly sending a chill through me. I was scared yet so excited as he went on. "Stand up, but make sure your panties stay exactly where they are."

I did as he asked not understanding why he wanted the panties to be half way down my thighs, as opposed to off my legs completely. He walked round the chair and sat on it. Signalling to me to stand next to him he said very thickly.

"Lie across my knees Amanda, I need you across my lap."

I looked from his face to the bulge in his dressing gown that was now almost open and then to his lap. I had thought he'd have started spanking me when I was standing up bent over but then I saw that being "put across his knee" was all part of the process, the ritual and the ceremony.

Almost kneeling and resting my hand on his silk covered leg to help me balance I lowered myself down across his lap. His knees pressed into my waist just beneath my breasts, although the side of the uppermost leg, his left, was pressing into the bottoms of them. I reached one of my arms out before me and downwards and managed to grip the leg of the chair just as once more he went through the slow motion movement of raising my skirt up to bare my bottom. We were so near now. I knew it and he did as well. I could feel the tension in both our bodies as he again stroked my buttocks sending shudders of pleasure and excitement through me. My bottom has always been fairly sensitive but I'd never realised just how much until now.

There was no warning. He gave no hint. There was no sign that we had begun. There was no indication that my "punishment" was underway. He didn't tell me that he was going to smack me. He did nothing to warn me that he was starting to spank me. I didn't hear anything and of course I couldn't see or feel anything.

Again it was the sound that made the most immediate impact on me. Thwack, I heard, before I felt anything. Smack rang in my ear before any feelings. He hit me twice in quick succession once on each cheek.

I was still hearing the sounds of the two smacks when he stopped and gently ran his fingertips over where the blows had landed. As the stinging started, so he rubbed each cheek a little harder. As he did that, so the relatively modest pain coincided with the rather nice sensations his hands were producing on my bottom. I was just getting used to his caresses when again, with no warning, I heard the thwack and felt the pain. It was a little more acute this time. There was also more smacks, five, six, seven, I counted. And I felt that they were harder, firmer and quicker.

They made me cry out with pain. I squirmed on his lap. I moaned and grunted as the smacks landed all over my cheeks and the tops of my thighs.

It seemed as though he was carefully deciding where to hit me, for by now every part of my buttocks had been smacked. I was hurting, everywhere was burning and stinging, I was in pain and beginning to worry that corporal punishment was not for me. I thought that I might start to cry. There was no pleasure, I was starting to think, just discomfort.

But then, just as a few sobs escaped from my lips, he stopped. Again I felt his hands so gently and softly running over the places where he'd just been spanking me. The combination of the sensations I'd been gaining from being hurt with those he was now giving were unique in my experience. Heat, softness, stinging, tenderness, pain, excitement, anticipation, concern and pleasure were all rushing through me. I'd never experienced so many differing emotions and sensations at the same time.

I was now squirming and moving my body for other reasons. For reasons that were all to do with arousal, and strong sexual arousal at that. But the sexual arousal was not merely coming from his fingers that were softly roaming all over my bottom. No, I wasn't becoming hugely turned on just by his caresses. It was also, actually mostly I think, the thrills I'd got from the spanking. The emotions I felt from being under his control. The sensations I gained from being held captive-like over his lap together with the fervid anticipation of more to come. Yes, all that combined with his sublimely, tender touch, were building up, what I was certain would be a most massive orgasm.

The rather orderly position we'd started in had changed. His legs had opened and the gown had fallen away from them. My squirming and movements had flipped some of the buttons undone on the blouse. His caresses were no longer being restricted to my thighs and bottom but were now covering my back and neck and head as well. He'd pushed the blouse up at the back so that was bunched around my shoulders. My left side, just above my waist, was pressed firmly against his erection or, I suddenly thought, was his erection pressed firmly against my side? And one of my breasts had slipped out from the blouse.

More blows, more thwacks, more smacks and spanks. More stinging and warmth, more pain and tingling. More caresses, more excitement, more anticipation and yet even more pleasure.

His gown had fallen open. My breasts were dangling down alongside his leg the naked skin of both rubbing together. His penis was bare. It was rock hard, hot and pressed against me just beneath my boobs. It felt glorious and I squirmed eagerly against it.

Alternating the cheeks and the positions on my bottom that he smacked, Adrian continued my induction into corporal punishment in the most wonderful way for some time. Ten minutes, twenty or half an hour? I had no idea. Time along with everything else other than the magnificence of the feelings and the sensations ceased to exist.

I was now cumming; cumming continuously. It wasn't one of those orgasms that, like a firework rocket, explodes into being, roars up and then dies. This was different to that. Different to any orgasm I'd had before. Of course there were all the similar feelings; tingling everywhere, warmth rushing from my pussy to every part of my body, heaviness in my breasts and a searing ache in my nipples. It was all those and more. Each sensation was accentuated. It was as if I was on a mind expanding, acid-like drug. And it just went on and on and on. There was no peak or crescendo, simply a steady, fast flowing, stream of emotions and sensations that kept me at the very pinnacle of sexual arousal.

But now things were nowhere near as organised and orderly as earlier. They couldn't be, it would just not be possible for the two of us, as excited as we'd made each other, to continue in that fashion.

Although Adrian continued smacking me it was less powerful now. He'd done his job and he now had less enthusiasm for continuing to spank me. He'd administer the occasional blow but it seemed as if that was more because it was expected than because it was necessary. He'd also softly stroke and sooth the spanked places that I couldn't see but I guessed were red and inflamed. Again, though, this wasn't with the vigour and keenness of the early stages of my "punishment and pleasure." No, we now had other things on our mind, other things to do, other pleasures to gain to add to the massive amount we'd so far given each other.

His gown was completely open. My blouse was also completely open. My breasts were completely bare. His cock was also completely bare.

Adrian's hands were everywhere; in my hair, over my face and up and down my back. I was pulling his fingers into my mouth and sucking them just as I wanted to suck his cock. He was caressing and squeezing my breasts and nipples and stroking my neck. His fingers were on my bottom, between my cheeks, up and down my thighs and, mostly, buried deep in my cunt. I was slobbering and moaning as I rubbed his cock all over my tits and face. I was desperately trying to suck him, but our positions wouldn't permit that, so I started to wank him. I started wanking him. I wanked him by pumping my hand up and down taking the skin on his cock with it. I provided him with a surrogate cunt and felt such delight as is hips started to surge, as much as our positions would allow, as he started to fuck that.

"Oh God yes, yes, yes Adrian," I groaned and moaned and wailed as my orgasm erupted.

"Yes darling yes, cum for me, cum with me, make me cum," he grunted, thrusting his cock up in my hand that was gripping it, probably a little too firmly.

I pumped quickly. Fast and furious with little thought for subtlety or sexual guile. What we both now so badly needed was to cum. There would be time later on for the more tender aspects of this amazingly different sexual experience.

I was grinding my pussy against the several fingers that he was now holding rigid inside me. At the same time I was pushing my breasts against his other hand squirming every last ounce of pleasure from my aching nipples that he was pinching and pulling, wonderfully hard.

You can always feel the moment when a man starts to cum. Well you can if you're holding his dick in your hand. It seems to harden even more and go rigid. It starts to throb and becomes warmer and then, of course it explodes with the surge of semen flowing up the tubes inside the bloated, blood engorged flesh.

And that's exactly what happened as I lay across Adrian's lap my clothes in total disarray, my breasts bare, my knickers around my thighs, my legs open and three or four of his fingers pumping in and out of my pussy.

I was lying half on my side holding his erection so that it was a few inches from my chin. So close, but too far and too awkward to get in my mouth. As I climaxed uncontrollably, so suddenly his cock erupted. Spunk shot everywhere. It hit me in the eyes and splattered across my face and in my hair. Stream after stream of it shot across my head, shoulders and chest. I'd never experienced such an ejaculation and somehow that made me feel proud and even more excited.

We lay like that for a moment or two as our minds and bodies recovered, somewhat. But the awkwardness of our positions, and the now quiet severe stinging on my bottom and thighs, made it impossible to remain like that.

"Come, darling," he whispered lifting me off his lap so that I knelt bedside him as he stood up, the dressing gown slipping off and staying on the chair. "Let me ease the pain."

Adrian lifted me up and sat me on the edge of the bed. He held my face in his hands and gently kissed my lips.

"You did enjoy it didn't you Amanda?"

I smiled up at him. "Yes Adrian I did, it was er, amazing I suppose."

"Are you in much pain?" he enquired, his hand slipping down my face until his fingernails could trail across my chest above my breasts.

"It does smart and sting, but it's bearable?" I replied moving my bottom from one cheek to the other as I saw his cock, that was just inches from my face twitch a couple of times, presumably in preparation for starting to become erect.

"That'll soon go away. I'll get rid that for you my darling, just wait a minute."

He left me, and walked through the door beside the bed. It was obviously a bath room for I heard the water running. He came back.

"Your bath will soon be ready, but first I need to put some lotion on your bottom Mands, so could you lie on your front on the bed please?"

Lying full length on the silk or satin sheets was very pleasant. I love the feel of silk on my body. It's so lustrous, cool, smooth and, somehow, almost decadent. And those feelings began to push the pain of my bottom to one side a little. It was still there, of course, but now other sensations were combining with that.

I turned my head to one side to look at Adrian as he gently slid the remains of the panties down my legs and then, one by one unbuckled my strappy shoes and removed them. He was half erect, his penis in that rather awkward and faintly ridiculous looking position of sticking nearly straight out from his body and horizontal to the ground. It did look good, though, and the thought that I could so quickly excite him also excited me. He carefully rolled the stockings down my legs and off my feet, so that I was now completely naked, the coolness of the silk caressing every inch of my body. It felt good as did his hands on my ankles easing my legs apart.

He'd earlier placed the two bottles from the table at the other end of the room, on the floor beside the bed. He sat beside me his bottom touching my knee. He poured a lotion from one bottle onto the cheeks of my bottom. It stung at first but only momentarily, and was then replaced by a wonderful coolness, similar but more intense to what the front of my body was receiving from the silk sheets.

"Nice?" he grunted thickly.

"Mmmmmm," I sighed in reply, loving the feelings of his soft, office worker fingertips spreading the thick lotion all over each cheek and upper thigh.

I closed my eyes and gave into yet another amazing combination of sensations; yet another new experience; yet another instalment of this incredible sexual practice. Yes, yet another stage of the ceremony, and yet another example of the ritual that was called corporal punishment, but in my mind, was simply having your bum spanked.

Smoothing the cool liquid into me, his fingers on both hands visited every part of me between my waist and upper thighs. They visited, touched, stroked and eased the liquid into each cheek, between them, along the crease of my bottom, over my anal hole, around the, now, throbbing, lips of my pussy and down and around my thighs.

It was lovely, and slowly the sensations provided by Adrian's fingers and the lotion became more powerful than the lingering tingling, smarting, stinging pain from the spanking. It didn't remove those feelings but linked with them to provide even more new sensations and experiences for me. I started to "sort of cum" is the only way I can describe the emotions. A sort of cum; a type of orgasm, a nearly climax. That's all I can really say about the feelings that were reverberating around my body as my lover so gently caressed me. They were the only descriptive passages I have for the sensations that were oozing from my bottom, all over my body as the man that had spanked it now soothed it. As he replaced the pain he'd given me earlier with the gentleness of his current cure. Yes as Adrian introduced me to yet another element of the spanking process.

"Now my darling, I bathe you," he said helping me up.

The bathroom was large and surprisingly airy considering the lack of windows. Everything was white, chrome or glass. From the tiles, which were wonderfully warm from the under-floor heating, to the kidney shaped, sunken bath in the corner that looked as if it could easily accommodate six people. From the paintwork and the gleaming bathroom appliances, to the fittings and the large, corner wardrobe unit with floor to ceiling mirrored doors.

Although the bath was half full with a bluish coloured water that clearly contained oils and spices, he didn't lead me there. Instead, his hand coaxed me into the corner of the room by the wardrobes. The corner covered by mirrors, the corner where I'd be able to view myself from all angles. Yes, the corner where I'd be able to see my back, where I'd be able to see my bum where, I realised with a shudder as we covered the few feet, I'd see the trophy marks of my spanking.

I could hardly believe what I saw. And more so, I could hardly believe what I felt emotionally.

It hadn't been long since I'd returned from Crete where I'd got a lovely tan. I'd been able to sunbathe topless there, so my only "white bits" were a small patch of skin just above my pubes that were quite heavily trimmed at the time and the rather larger patches on each cheek. Well they had been white. But now, from the height of the curve of each buttock down to beneath where my bum became my thighs, there was a sea of pink and redness. Some patches were deeper coloured and looked fiercer than others, and across my left cheek there was the outline of a palm and fingers. From a pain point of view it actually looked far worse than it felt.

"See, my darling," Adrian murmured putting one arm around my shoulders and running the backs of his fingernails on his other hand across the redness, "they are our memories."