tagBDSMTogether Again Pt. 02

Together Again Pt. 02


Chapter 2: The Second Night

Note: Part one of this story "Together Again pt01: First Night" is listed in the Romance category.

The next evening found us in the hotel's oversized bathtub, soaking in the effervescent effects of a "Phucket" bath bomb from Lush. We laughed, splashed and joked as the hibiscus scent floated up from the foam.

"What are we doing tonight, hm?" she asked, sliding a foot over my eager cock.

"Going out to dinner, I think."

"I see."

She slid her toes around my stiffening member and flashed me a teasing smile. I took her foot in my hands and massaged her arches. She slumped back into the water like a melting candy on a hot sidewalk. I massaged each toe and ran the soapy loofa all over her foot.

"Ah, now this is a nice bath," she purred. "You should do this for me every day."

We got out of the tub and toweled off, then got dressed.

"Do we have to go out tonight?" she asked. "Can't we just stay home and fuck?"

I raised my eyebrows in shock.

"Why, miss! Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?"

She playfully bit the tip of her finger and raised her eyes to the sky beatifically.

"Don't play innocent with me," I scolded. "You just tried to beg me to fuck you. That's very bad behavior. Someone could get the impression that you're a slut."

"Not me," she said with an innocent smile and batting eyelashes. She was pushing all my buttons and loving it.

"Yes you. I think you are a bad, bad girl and if you don't watch out, you're liable to wind up bent over my knee."

"Oh no!"

"Oh yes!" I put my hands on my hips sternly. "Turn around and raise your skirt. It's time I taught you a lesson about ladylike behavior."

"No! I'll be good."

"Not without a spanking, you won't."

She turned her back to me and slowly lifted her skirt above her hips, showing me her gorgeous legs and her plump round ass, hidden delicately behind her gray mesh panties.

"Pull down the panties," I ordered. "Present your ass to me." She slipped the underwear over her buttocks with nervous hands. I watched her for a moment, making her wait, then I gave her left cheek a stinging, underhanded slap.

"That was for forgetting to say 'Yes, sir,' when you pulled your panties off."

"I'm sorry, sir," she said meekly. Delicious how one slap could tame her bad girl attitude.

I spanked her cheeks liberally, but not too hard. I loved the cries she uttered with each blow: were they cries of pain or pleasure? I wasn't sure.

"Pull up your panties and lower your skirt," I ordered after ten strokes.

"Yes, sir," she panted. Her face was flushed. She was out of breath.

"Did you learn your lesson about begging for sex?"

"Yes, sir."

"And what lesson did you learn?"

"I learned that only a dirty slut would beg her boyfriend to fuck her."

"That's right," I said. I looked her over quizzically then scolded her: "You aren't properly dressed for the restaurant. You can't wear a shirt and a skirt and gray mesh panties to a place like this. Pick out a nice dress and get your garter belt and stockings out."

I sat down on the edge of the bed and watched her fish through her suitcase, looking for something appropriate. She found a pretty black dress and, eventually, her black garter belt and stockings. I watched as she slowly stripped off her blouse, skirt and bra.

"Wait," I said, stopping her as she was about to pull off her panties.

I rose and crossed the room to her. I pulled the seat of her panties down over her ass and spanked her.

"This is for not dressing correctly," I told her between spanks. Again, she squealed delightfully between the blows. I rubbed her ass delicately after the spanking had finished. She was panting and flushed again. I brought my left hand to her breast and ran my fingers around her hardening nipple.

"Oh!" she moaned, then bit her lip.

"Look at you," I teased. "Your nipple is fully erect and I haven't even touched it yet."

"I can't help it, sir," she pleaded. "It's your fault."

"A lady should have more control over her body. She shouldn't be walking around town with erect nipples, showing them off to everyone. A real lady can control her baser urges and desires. For example, to a lady, a flick of the nipple..." flick! "...means nothing."

"Ungh!" she grunted as I flicked my finger back and forth over the erect nipple.

"Whereas, an ordinary slut is completely unable to control herself. A lady would be offended at having her nipple pinched, but for a slut..." I pinched her nipple hard. She bent over but I kept my grip and rolled it hard between my fingers. "...the harder, the better."

I released the nub and let her catch her breath for a moment, then I grabbed her other nipple and pinched it as well. She moaned and squeezed her thighs together. I stroked her ass with one hand as I pulled her nipple with the other while whispering into her ear.

"Which one are you, hm? Slut or lady?"

"Lady, sir," she gasped as I released the nipple.

"Well, there's only one true way to prove that. A lady would never enjoy such harsh treatment of her breasts. But a slut would not be able to control herself. A slut would even have become aroused by all that punishment. But not you, right?"

"No, sir."

"You would never do anything so base as to cream your panties, would you?"

"No, sir," she stammered.

I slid my left hand slowly down her stomach until it rested over her barely concealed patch of pubic hair.

"We'll just have to see about that."

I slipped my fingers over her pussy. She opened her legs and gasped as my fingers stroked past her clit and pressed against her lips.

"I can definitely feel some moisture, here," I said, rubbing her through her panties. "You haven't soiled these, have you?" She shook her head. "Creamed your panties?" I whispered, teasing her and loving her moans of pleasure as I fingered her.

I pushed my fingers down her panties, through her fur and onto her sex. She was quite wet. My fingers were quickly soaked with her cream. I stroked her slick cunt as she panted uncontrollably.

"It looks to me like you have creamed them completely," I whispered between kisses on her neck. "Well, you certainly can't wear these tout to dinner."

She groaned in disappointment as I pulled my fingers from her cleft. I pulled her panties off then tossed them aside.

"You'll just have to go without, I'm afraid."

I grinned. She bit her lip in protest. I could see her flushed lips glistening between her thick black pubic hairs. She was swollen and aroused. Her juices clung to each hair like dew to grass. I was going to have her begging in no time.

She put on her garter belt and stockings, then slipped into that sexy dress. I could see her nipples poking out through the dress, just a little. I wasn't about to let that slide.

"Are you going out in public like that?" I chastised. She looked confused, not sure if she should be insulted or not. "Your nipples are showing."

She glanced down at her chest and blushed at the sight of her nipples straining against her dress.

"I just can't help it, sir," she said, sheepishly.

"Well, if you want to go out to dinner with your hard little nipples telling everyone what a whore you are, that's up to you."

I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close. Our lips touched. My tongue caressed her lips for a moment before penetrating her mouth. We kissed sweetly, our tongues playing and our lips dancing. I slid my hands up her sides and cupped her breasts, sliding her dress over the sensitive skin. She pressed her mound against my stiff member. My cock throbbed. I pressed back against her.

I rubbed my thumbs over her nipples, feeling them stiffen even more. She moaned softly as I ran my tongue over her neck, then clamped my mouth over the skin, kissing and sucking her most vulnerable spot. She moaned again, much louder. My fingers closed on her nipples and pinched hard. She cried out. My fingers held on like clamps as she tried to back away. Her eyes were shut tight and her mouth was caught in a breathless gasp. I released her nipples, leaving her panting for breath.

"Now you look like a real slut, with your nipples on display for everyone." I whispered into her ear. "I think anybody who saw you right now would think 'There goes a woman who can't keep her own nipples from getting erect. What a whore.'"

She whimpered in protest. In response I slowly pulled the hem of her dress up until her ass was exposed.

"What happens to sluts?" I teased, softly caressing her ass with my right hand as my left held her dress up, exposing her perfect bottom.

"They... they get spanked," she stammered.

"That's right."

I slapped her ass with the flat of my hand several times, then struck the other cheek. I slipped my thigh between her legs and she humped me like a bitch in heat as I spanked her. I couldn't get too much force on my blows, but soon her ass was a nice tingling shade of red. I dropped her dress and rubbed it lightly over her bottom.

"Time for dinner, darling," I said with a wicked grin, taking her hand. She seemed stunned that I wasn't going to bend her over the bed and fuck her right then, but I know how much she loves to be teased.

The teasing continued all through dinner. Sometimes it was as subtle as the batting of her eyelashes, or a wicked grin telling her that I wanted her. After dinner, I suggested we move to the bar for a drink. We sat close, with our legs touching and my arm around her waist. Her hand stroked my thigh as she sipped her margarita. I teased the back of her neck, watching the gooseflesh spread, and then a blush emerged. The tip of her finger found the outline of my erect cock. She ran a nail absently around it. I leaned over as if to whisper to her, but instead planted the softest kiss just behind her ear. She gave a tiny moan and clutched my thigh. If this was to be a teasing contest, with the winner submitting, I wasn't about to lose.

"Say you want to fuck me," I whispered to her. I kissed her neck. Right there in the bar, I kissed her neck. Her body quivered. She was losing control. I loved it.

"Tell me what you want," I whispered.

"I want to fuck you," she breathed back.

I let my other hand slip under the bar to her knee. Her legs immediately parted slightly.

"That's my slut," I teased. "You want it bad, don't you? You can't wait at all, can you?"

I let my fingers play under along her inner thighs. She bit her lip. Her fingers massaged my cock. It felt wonderful, but she had already lost this round.

"You're my slave tonight," I said. She grabbed the bar and hunched forward on the stool. My hand flew up her skirt to her naked pussy. My fingers were immediately soaked. I gave her pussy a quick, firm stroke, then pulled my hand out before anyone saw us. I dropped cash on the bar, stood and extended my hand-wet with her cream-to her. She wrapped her fingers in mine and we strolled back to the hotel room.

She expected me to take her in my arms, throw her on the bed and ravish her the moment we were alone in the room, but I know she wanted to be teased even more. She wasn't begging in desperation yet, so I wasn't ready to stop.

I unlocked the door and walked into the room. With my back to her, I walked to the closet, took off my jacket and hung it up. I turned around and saw her standing near the door, panting. She was confused, but obedient. I loosened my tie.

"The spankings you got earlier were just a taste," I said. "It's time I punished you for your real crime: pretending to be a lady instead of admitting that you're a slut!"

I pulled the high-backed chair from the ornate writing desk and positioned it next to the bed.

"Come here," I ordered, taking a seat. She stood in front of me, nervous with anticipation.

"Turn around and lift your skirt," I said. "Present yourself for your punishment."

I caressed her ass gingerly. It was still a little red from earlier in the evening. Her juices had dripped obscenely all over her thighs. Her delightful womanly perfume wafted from her cunt, nearly overpowering me. A sense memory of eating her the night before made my mouth water. I reached under her ass and rubbed her cunt.

"Oh, God," she moaned, bending her knees to hump my stroking fingers. I withdrew my hand and kissed her bottom.

"Assume the position for your punishment, slut," I said quietly. She bent over my lap, resting her upper body on the bed. Her bare ass was poised perfectly for me to strike. I patted her bottom softly.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes sir."

"Good. Now, it's time to show you just how much of a slut you are. It's time for a real spanking."

I made her wait with her ass on display while I rolled up my sleeves. I lifted my cupped hand about a foot above her ass and let it drop. From the way she squealed, I knew I'd landed a stinging shot.

The ice broken, I started a slow rhythm of spanking, slapping her ass and then giving it a light caress, spreading the sting around. After ten or so of these it was time to turn up the intensity.

I slipped my hand suddenly into her crotch. Her knees buckled and she gasped. I pressed my palm against her cunt and flicked my finger quickly across her clitoris. I just love the way her clit dangles between her labia when she's unstoppably horny like that. I can never resist giving her a good flicking.

In moments she was on the edge of a release that had been building all day, but I wasn't about to let her have what she wanted yet. My fingers drifted off her pussy and back onto her blushing ass. She panted and whimpered desperately. She wasn't ready to beg yet, so I wasn't ready to fuck her yet. I reached behind my chair to the nightstand where I had stashed a couple of toys.

As she lay across my knee, wondering what I was up to, I took the wooden ruler in my hand and brought it down hard and fast on her poor, abused bottom. She let out a delightful yelp at the sudden change of sensation. The ruler didn't sting quite as much as my hand, but I gave her a merciless barrage of quick, biting swats.

I shifted from her ass to her legs without warning, slapping the backs of her thighs, then her calves. When I swung at the insides of her thighs, she spread her legs to give me room.

"Such a good slut," I cooed.

I tapped the ruler against her clit until she once again neared an eruption. Again, I stopped while she panted in sweet agony. This time, I followed with my most vicious attack yet, slapping the tender spot where her ass-cheeks meet her thighs. She flinched hard and squeaked as she fought to hold back tears from the intense, stinging pain.

I stood suddenly, leaving her bent over the bed. Reaching into the nightstand, I found our Velcro handcuffs next to the Bible. I walked around the bed and unzipped her dress. I pulled it off of her, then bound her hands in front of her. Standing on the other side of the bed where she could see me, I slowly stripped. I let her watch as I shed my shirt and slipped off my pants until I wore only my leather g-string.

I returned to the other side of the bed and inspected her ass. Her cheeks had a nice flush and I could see the long, thin marks left by the ruler.

"Get your ass in the air," I ordered. She arched her back and stuck her ass high in the air. "Spread your legs. Come on, in the air, I said. On your tiptoes. Better. Now you're going to get what you deserve, slut."

I swatted her ass much harder. She yelped. I smacked the other cheek. The crack of my hand against her skin filled the room. I spanked her hard on the top of her ass, then rained stinging swats against the sensitive underside of her butt. I stroked her tingling ass with my left hand while I slapped the inside of her thighs, dangerously close to her cunt.

I could tell she was near her limit. After one final assault, heavier than the others, I suddenly stopped and slipped two fingers into her pussy. Her cunt clutched at the intruding digits. She groaned so loud. I pumped her vagina several times, watching her legs give out beneath her. I pushed on her back and she flopped onto the bed. I pulled my fingers back out. I grabbed her hands and yanked her onto her back, then pulled her to the headboard and fixed the handcuffs to it.

"Show me what kind of slut you are," I said, taking a step back to admire her amazing beauty. "Spread your legs. Wider. Let me see that cunt of yours. Yeah. You have no fucking shame, have you?"

"I can't help it."

"Look at you, dripping all over yourself. Your pubes are a sticky, creamy mess. Yeah, let me see right where I'm going to slide my cock. Your lips are so swollen."

I stripped off my g-string, freeing my stiff member.

"Remember how you got into this tonight?" I asked stroking my cock to hardness. "You were begging for cock."

I stared wantonly at her cunt as I jerked my dick. Her lips were swollen and slick. Her clit strained against her hood. She was open and ready.

"Please, sir," she begged. "Please can I have your cock."

Pleased with her supplication, I climbed onto the bed between her spread legs. I crawled up her naked, helpless body. She jumped as my cock bumped against her clit and moaned as it dragged agonizingly away, up across her pubic mound until it rested between her heaving breasts. I pinched her irresistible nipples. She gave a low moan. I pinched hard and her body twisted around my fingers in sweet, rapturous torture. I sat up on my knees and brought my cock too her lips. She eagerly devoured it.

"Oh, yeah," I groaned, unable to resist my reaction to the intense pleasure of her soft lips sliding smoothly along my shaft. "Here's that cock you wanted. Oh, God that's so fucking good."

She went to town on my dick, sucking and licking like there was no tomorrow. My cock swelled in her mouth, giving her a strong taste of my dripping nectar. Her tongue played over my sensitive crown while her lips pulled along the shaft delightfully.

"You suck cock like a pro. Oh fuck, that's it. Suck me like the slut you are," I groaned, keeping up my filthy talk.

"I know what you really want, though."

"Mmm?" she said, her mouth stuffed with dick.

"You want to fuck, don't you?"

"Mm hmm," she assented.

I slipped my cock from her mouth and got once again between her legs. I let my erection rub lightly against her pussy as I kissed her lips.

"Oh, God," she pleaded. "Please fuck me. I need it now."

"I can't," I said sternly, grinding the tip of my cock into her clit. "It would be wrong to deflower a lady, I'm afraid. It's too bad you never admitted to being a slut."

"I'm a slut," she breathed.

"What was that?"

"Sir... I'm a slut. I need to be fucked."

I placed the head of my cock at her entrance.

"Please, sir," she begged. "Please fuck your slut. Please."

With that, I gave my slut what she wanted and pushed my rod into her slick canal.

She screamed so loud, suddenly satisfied after so much teasing.

"Oh, yes!" she shouted as my cock dove to the bottom, filling her cunt completely. She struggled against her restraints as I ground against her mound and worked my cock around a little, stretching her. Her pussy clutched my cock in a desperate hug.

Slowly, I drew my hips back, loving the way her twat gripped me. I paused for a moment with her sopping lips wrapped around my glans, then drove into her authoritatively and started fucking her with smooth strokes. It felt so fucking good.

I bent her knees back to her chest and fucked her deep and hard. She crossed her ankles behind my head and pulled me into a grunting, lustful kiss. I pinched her nipples.

"Oh, fuck!" she cried.

"That's it, baby," I said, continuing to torment the nipples of my helpless lover. "Take that cock like the slut you are."

"It's so deep," she groaned.

This angle was stroking all the right spots for me. I knew I was going to lose it soon, but I'd be damned if I was going to let my slut make me come like that-not without making her lose control too.

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