The Weekend Ch. 05

I opened the middle drawer of the dresser. Inside was a note on top of what appeared to be some pink pastel lingerie. I opened the note.

"Put on everything in this drawer, in the order in which it is stacked. You have until 3:30. Your next instructions will be in the bottom drawer."

We had talked about me in lingerie before, but had never done anything about it. I reached in the drawer and pulled out a pair of pink stockings. As I pulled them up my legs, I felt a cool tingling on my skin, almost as though they somehow enhanced the air conditioning.

Next was a matching garter. Having never done this before, it took me a while to get the straps hooked to the stockings -- glad you gave me some time.

Next was a pair of panties. They would've fit perfectly if I had a female anatomy. But with extra "parts" there, they couldn't contain all of my cock -- the entire head poked out of the waistband.

Last was a camisole. It was a bit short -- no coverage of my exposed cock head.

I opened the bottom drawer at 3:28. In it was a note and blindfold that matched the lingerie. The note read:

"Open the drapes and the sheer curtain behind them all the way. Sit at the foot of the bed, facing the window. Put on the blindfold, hands at your sides, and wait for me. You have until 3:45 to open the drapes and curtain."

I pulled the drapes aside just a bit to peek out. Just as I suspected. We were on the first floor and there was a sidewalk running three feet away from the window, all around the pool area that the hotel surrounded. At present, there was no one there. But as the afternoon wore on, who knew?

I stepped back to the middle of the room. Again, I noted, when the stakes were raised, you gave me a lot more time to think about the ramifications of obeying you. I stood there worrying and debating until about 3:40.

I had finally screwed up enough courage to obey when I heard voices by the pool. I peeked out the curtain again to see three college-age girls apparently getting ready to lay out and get some sun. They were on my side of the pool, but not facing the window.

The fact that they were there at all worried me. But the fact that they weren't facing this way convinced me that I'd be safe. At 3:44, I opened the drapes and curtain, went and sat on the bed and put on the blindfold. I put my hands by my sides and waited.

After what was probably a few minutes (but seemed like a few hours), I heard heels clicking down the sidewalk outside, getting closer and closer. At first I was nervous, but then I started to convince myself that the sun glare on the window might actually obscure the view. I was really starting to believe this, until I heard the heels stop suddenly, right outside my window. Any doubt that I was seen was erased by a short gasp, followed by the sound of the heels moving on much more quickly.

The inevitable finally happening actually calmed me a bit -- or at least made me worry less -- I guess you can't say that you're "calmed" when you're getting even more aroused.

A while later, I heard voices by the pool. I couldn't make out words, just voices, so I assumed it was the college girls. But then I heard a voice that sounded like yours. I strained to make out anything that was being said, or even to confirm that it was your voice that I was hearing, but to no avail.

Then the voices got quiet. But only briefly. I could hear the girls, trying to be quiet, but failing, approaching the window. I heard a gasp, followed by some nervous laughter. I knew I was being watched. Then suddenly, I heard what sounded like one girl running away. Had she been too shocked? But a few seconds later, I heard her running back. And then I heard something else.

The unmistakable click of a camera shutter.

Over and over. Not only was I being seen, I was being photographed. I could feel blood flowing to my cheeks, but also to my cock.

After about 20 pictures, I heard another click. This one was the door lock, as I heard you walk into the room. You put down a bag and I heard you tell me to stand up and take a couple steps away from the bed.

I obeyed and you walked over to me and around me, purring approvingly at what you saw. Your fingers traced lightly over my ass as you walked behind me. Then I heard a soft chuckle as you said, "Well, this is something I didn't anticipate."

I learned quickly what you meant as your fingers touched the exposed head of my cock. But just as quickly, you pulled your hand back and said, "What's this? Is this cum, slave?!?! Who gave you permission to cum?"

"But, Mistress, it's just pre-cum. I've been quite aroused by obeying you. And I'm even pretty sure that I've been seen and photographed, too. It was all too much; I must have leaked some pre-cum."

"Oh, slave, you're right. In fact, you are being watched and photographed right now." With that, you yanked off the blindfold. My eyes took a couple seconds to adjust, but then I was looking straight at the three college girls on the other side of the window, with one taking pictures like there was no tomorrow.

"But that's no excuse, even for pre-cum. You will have to be punished. Turn around, feet about a foot and a half apart, bend over, hands on the bed." As I obeyed, I saw you reach in the bag and pull out a paddle.

"Mistress, are you going to do this with the curtain open?"

"Of course, slave. You're blaming them for receiving this punishment; it's only fair that they get to see it." And with that, you pulled my panties down to my knees, my bare ass exposed to the window.

Fifty whacks and at least 25 shutter clicks later, you put down the paddle. You run your hands over my ass. They feel cool to the touch; but as hot as the spanking has made my ass, anything would probably feel cool.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see you walk toward the window. Loudly, you call out, "OK, girls, show's over." And you close the curtains.

"There. What they get to see is over. But what we're going to do has barely even begun."