Choices
 
 
Laura packed up her things and left work. She slung her bag over her 
shoulder and headed out door. Just like every other Thursday evening, off to the 
train for her ride home. The first thing to catch her attention was the limo parked right 
outside the door.
 
The second thing was the man in the tuxedo holding a sign reading "Laura".
 
"Can I help you?" she said, glancing around looking for an explanation.
 
"You must be Laura, I'm here to pick you up."
 
"Why.who sent you?"
 
"I can't tell you a name, my instructions are simply to drive you to your
destination. Other than that, I am to give you no information, but at any 
time you wish leave, you just have to say so. I will drop you off anywhere you like."  The 
woman wasn't about to trust a stranger in the middle of the city.
 
But, life was getting a little boring, "Why not, a little adventure might be 
fun, but anything funny and I'm outta' here"
 
The chauffer opened the door; inside Laura found a very nice spread. 
Champagne, a rack of top shelf liquors, a tray of fresh fruit, and her 
favorite snack, were all at her fingers. She dove right in, poured herself a 
glass, and eased the hunger pains that haunted her all afternoon. "I've got 
to remember to eat lunch," she thought to herself.
 
"How long 'til we get there?" she asked, finishing her first glass.
 
"Relax, it will be a little while", and Laura settled in for the ride.
 
She opened her eyes, pushed off a blanket, not knowing when she fell asleep 
or for how long, "Where are we?" It was almost dawn, the time when the line 
between land and sky is a deep purple. 
The color that royalty always wanted their capes to be, but could never quite get it right. 
They were driving across a large bridge, into a city she recognized. 
"It can't be, no way." A single spire dominated the center of the skyline,
two identical towers loomed at the end of the city, and further away a huge statue of lady
holding a torch kept watch. 
" We can't be? Where the hell are we"
 
"I can't tell you ma'am, but you're fine, and can be home in minutes. All 
you have to do is ask."
 
The streets of Manhattan where quiet, and the drive through central park was
 
pleasant, while the limo wound its way through the maze of midtown. Finally 
the car came to stop in front of a brown stone, on a quaint, well kept, street. The 
driver opened the rear door, holding out a hand, and helped the gorgeous, if confused, 
lady to her feet.
 
"I'll wait right here, until you're ready to leave"
 
"How long will it take to get back?"
 
" No time at all, ma'am, no time at all"
 
She knew it was a lie, but for some reason, she believed him. Laura climbed 
the stairs, and noticed it was not a single residence. There were several 
buttons next to the obviously locked door. 
She read the names, but did not recognize any. A look back at the street showed her, the limo was gone, 
"What the Hell". 
She read the names 
again, planning to push them all, or go home, but noticed her name next to one, 
"that wasn't there.whatever". 
She pushed the button. No reply came back across the speaker;
the buzz of the door that meant it was unlocked. Laura pushed her way in 
wondering what apartment she should go to. 

When she reached the front hall, her question was answered. 
A line of rose petals, starting just inside the door, ran up 
through the hall and up the staircase. 
She followed the trail to the third floor, down a hall and 
to a plain looking door. 

Laura knocked hard and waited. Nothing. She knocked again.
 
"How was the trip?" the voice was right behind the door.
 
"Hello? Who are you?"
 
"Did you have a nap? You sounded tired earlier. I hope you got some rest."
 
"Yeah, I'm fine. So, can I come in?" The door opened, slowly, stopping about
half way. Laura cautiously stepped inside. 
The room was lit by several candles, two in holders on the wall, others scattered around the room. 
U2's "With or Without You" filled the air. It was a modest apartment. 
The couch and T.V. were the obvious main features of the room. The "L" shaped room 
opened up to a dining area, with a large glass topped table under a very 
ornate chandelier. It was then that she noticed no one was there to greet 
her,  "Hello?"
 
"I'm here", the voice came from down the hall, too dark to see past the 
dining
 
room, "but you have a few choices to make before we meet face to face."
 
"Choices, like what?"
 
"You'll find several things on the table. I want you to choose one and bring 
it with you down the hall. You will have most of the choices to make tonight, I 
want this to be as much yours as it is mine."
 
Laura walked over to the table. A basket sat at the near end, holding what 
must have been the rest of the rose petals. There were several items laid out on 
after the other.
 
A few surprised her. A bottle of scented massage oil, a pair of handcuffs, a 
plate of strawberries and bowl of melted chocolate, "damn too bad I'm full" she 
thought, a wooded hairbrush for only one real purpose, a rather large vibrator, and a 
camera, "Well you covered just about everything" she joked.
 
"Just wanted to make sure you had options."
 
"Well you did that", she said as she perused the objects. She picked up the 
bottle of massage oil, opened the top and sniffed. The image of flowers came to 
mind, soft velvety, lavender. She imagined the smell as if she were lying on her 
stomach naked,while strong hands rubbed the warm oil into her thighs, calves, shoulders, 
back. 
Smooth hands traveling up and down her body. Stress and tension melting way as 
passion rose to replace them. She pictured herself turning over and those same slippery 
hands moving along her arms, ribs, across her chest. Slick fingers squeezing her breasts. 
Her nipples sliding out of gentle pinches. Soft kisses on her neck, eyes closed, his 
legs holding her hips in place. 
Well-oiled bodies, twisting, turning, and rubbing, together.
 
Next she picked up the handcuffs, interesting, but no she wanted to be able 
move tonight. Laura dipped the end of her pinky into the chocolate, brought it to 
her lips, and tasted the liquid candy. Sweet, sticky, she imagined it dripping onto her 
breasts as she stood in front of him, a strawberry half in her mouth, half in his. Both of 
them biting the fruit, and then him leaning forward and cleaning her heaving chest with his 
mouth.
 
Making circles around her nipples, flicking his tongue quickly over the 
rings, making them flip from up to down; his hands then moving down her back, cupping her 
ass, pulling her into him. Feeling his erection pressing into her thigh. She 
wanted to kneel down and take him in her mouth. Holding him there, listening to him moan 
with pleasure as she sucked and moved her head back and forth. Taking him faster, harder, 
he would start to thrust his hips into her, her muffled moans getting louder and 
louder until he exploded in her mouth. She snapped out of it, 
"Whoa, don't need the chocolate sauce for that, let's see what else we have" 

She skipped over the hairbrush, "Vibrator, hmmm, well hopefully we'll have something that can take its 
place. Camera? Well maybe for souvenirs, but no."
 
Her gaze went back to hairbrush. She lifted it, heavier than she thought. 
She raised it and brought it down on her palm. The smack startled her. "Well, if 
it's too much, I guess I can always be on the giving side of it" she thought, and 
took the hairbrush in hand. Walking slowly down the dark hallway, she saw a strip of 
light coming out from under the door, obviously from candles by the way it 
flickered.
 
Laura paused outside the door, taking a deep breath.
 
"So you've made your choice?"
 
"Yeah, I."
 
He interrupted, "Don't tell me, I'll know soon enough. You have another 
choice now. Whatever you're holding can be used by me, on you, or the other way 
around.
 
Again, it's your decision. If you want me to use it on you, then take off 
your clothes before coming in. If you prefer to use it, open the door, come in, and I'll 
strip for you."
 
"Hmmm." she weighed the brush in her hand, tapping her palm, "might be fun
 to use this on someone. On the other hand, I would like to find out what its 
like."
 
Images of what he'd look like lying on the bed naked, getting spanked. She 
waved the brush through the air, as if giving him a spanking in slow motion. Her hand 
unconsciencly went to her bottom. Rubbing her palm against her cheek as if 
she'd already gotten smacked.
 
Laura had made up her mind; she unbuttoned her jeans, slid them down her 
hips, kicked her shoes into the corner, and removed all her clothes. The apartment 
didn't seem cold until now. She clutched the brush tight, as if it could keep her warm. 
"Funny," she thought "it will be warming up part me real soon."
 
She turned the knob, hesitated for just a second, the carefully slid through 
the door. Her first impression, bachelor pad, a double bed in the corner, 
nightstand with a reading lamp, a large dresser with an alarm clock perched on top. And the 
final piece of furniture, an over stuffed chair opposite the bed. Nothing quite matched, 
but it all seemed like it fit. One large candle on the dresser lit the room, with the 
help of the mirror behind it. She did not see him, and the door swung closed behind her, 
as if on its own. His hands touched her shoulders, strong, smooth, and warm. 
They sunk into the muscles of her shoulders. She didn't realize they were 
sore, until he rubbed them. His fingers worked the spot were her neck met 
her shoulders. Loosening her neck, and making her arms feel like jelly. He 
leaned in close, she felt his breath on her hair, "feel good," he asked.
 
"Mmmmm, yes"
 
"Good," he whispered and gave her a kiss behind the ear. Another kiss, down
lower, then a light nibble on her earlobe. He moved her across the room, 
over to the bed, kissing her from behind, as they walked slowly across the room. He turned 
her, when they reached the bed. They both sat down, finally she saw him, face to face. 
He was handsome, not Brad Pitt, but full dark hair, dark eyes, a small cleft in his 
chin. 
He was wearing silk boxers, nothing else.
 
"So it's the hairbrush huh? Need a spanking?"
 
"I.thought.well.I've been curious."
 
He reached out and put his hand on the back of her neck. He gently guided 
her forward and over his lap. She felt the cold silk slide against her belly, 
and something stiff inside. She put her hand behind her, holding the hairbrush out to him. "Hang 
on to it a minute, I'll start you off slow," he rested his hand on her 
waiting buttocks. He squeezed gently, and brushed down across her thighs. He 
used both hands to slightly part her legs, and ran his fingers between them, 
up to her waiting sex.
 
She hadn't realized until now, how erotic this was, and how wet she had 
become. His fingers probed, looking for a reaction as he made small circles 
along her lips. Laura was so lost in the pleasure of his fingers, that she 
didn't feel his hand rise. She was taken by surprise as the first slap came 
down on her ass. It was harder than she thought it would
be, but there was no sting.not yet. Another spank, in the same spot, then 
another. The slaps were coming at random, no pattern, and no rhythm.
 
Gradually the sensation started to build. As his hand switched from cheek to
cheek, and the spanks came faster, first a tingle, then the start of the 
faintest sting. His fingers were still busy between her legs. She felt his thumb begin to 
penetrate her, and his fingers had found her clit. He rubbed quickly, not changing the tempo at 
all when the spanks landed. She could feel herself opening up to him.
 
The spanking stopped, he moved his fingers through her hair and whispered,
 
"time for the brush, beautiful. Are you ready?"
 
"Yes", she handed the hairbrush back.
 
"Ask me for it." He said, and leaned over to kiss her just pink ass.
 
She paused, not sure how to ask, or exactly what for. He took the brush; his
 
fingers slowed their work on her pussy. He laid the back of the brush on her 
cheek, now she could tell how much it would cover, "Ask me for the spanking."
 
"Please," her voice quivered, "spank me.with the brush."
 
He obliged. The brush came down with a thunderous whack. The initial sting
 was more than his hand, but it faded almost immediately. The sound was the 
scariest part. Spank, slap, crack, the sound filled the room completely, and Laura 
found herself flinching not from pain, but the sound. His fingers went back to work, as 
the brush landed again. She flinched, this time because the sting was starting to build. 
Whack! The tempo increased. As it did, so did the sting, and the wetness between her legs.
 
She began moving her hips, grinding herself into his leg, the thrusting back 
as the brush came down. Whack! "Yes!" escaped her mouth. The heat from the 
spanking, and the warmth of her sex began to mix. While the spanking was 
going on, she couldn't tell one part of her from another, the heat, the 
sting, the arousal, all mixed. Her eyes closed, she felt weightless, and she 
could feel his erection pressing into her hip. She tried to grind into it, 
tried to give him some of the pleasure she was feeling. She hadn't realized 
it, but she was moaning out loud, grunting as the brush connected with her 
reddened cheeks.
 
The spanking stopped. He wrapped his arm around her waist, his fingers now
 pumping in and out of her. She was thrusting against every stroke his hand, 
trying to bring him deeper. One finger stayed on her clit, rubbing furiously now. Her 
moans and grunts turned to long cries and panting. She was close; she wanted him 
inside her, more than just his fingers. "Yes, oh yes, please, I want you inside me."
 
A slap came down on her ass. His fingers pumped her even harder. Closer.
 
Whack! Another. She felt it starting, that building sensation, where you can't 
stop it
 
anymore. He kept pumping, and gave her a few more spanks as she twitched, 
the spasm spreading throughout her body. It lasted what seemed like hours, then she 
lie shivering, her mind clearing.
 
Once she was on earth, she reached back and felt her butt. A little
 
warm to the touch, and when she rubbed hard the sting returned.
 
He lifted her from her lap. She knelt on the floor in front of him. After a 
few
 
long hard blinks, her eyes could focus again. "Wow, more than I expected."
 
"I'm glad you liked it. That was you liking it, right?" he smiled.
 
"Absolutely, and now I'm going to return the favor," she reached out for the 
waist of his boxers.
 
As she started to pull them down, he stopped her, "too bad you can't"
 
"What? Why not?"
 
"You have to go"
 
"No I don't, I can stay, I don't have to be back until later. The driver 
said."
 
"The driver isn't taking you back," the room began to get brighter, "it's 
time for you," his voice was very faint, "to wake up."
 
Laura opened her eyes; she was on the train. Curled up on a seat, her coat 
over her. She couldn't quite shake the feeling of sleepiness out of her head. She 
took a deep breath, stretched, and that's when she noticed, her panties were pulled 
down, and her skirt up. Laura glanced around, she was alone, and put her clothes back in place. 

She let her hand move around her hip, over her butt, and rubbed. The harder she rubbed, 
the more
 
she felt the ever so slightest bit of sting.
 
 
 
The End