Pausing at the foot of that dark, winding staircase, I thought about your note and once again questioned my motives for coming at your bidding. You had been rather cryptic in your wording and I still had no idea why you wanted me to meet you here. Yet there was something in your note that had piqued my curiosity, so this morning had found me driving down the long two lane road toward the appointed destination. I had passed the gated drive to this place a hundred times in my meanderings around the countryside and had always wondered idly what kind of place it was. It looked entirely too sumptuous to be a private residence, yet there was no signage giving indication that it was a commercial space. I vaguely remembered someone saying that it was a “private club”, complete with the quotations inflected in their voice. Well, whatever it was, it was surely out of my social class and I had not given it too much more thought. But this morning as I had turned into the tree-lined drive and passed through the huge ornate gates, all these thoughts had come tumbling back to me.

Only a few feet down the drive and the rest of the world had seemingly disappeared. Birds sang softly in the park-like setting and off to the right was a rose garden in full bloom. Cherubs poured sparkling water from their urns in the middle of a large marble fountain as I pulled in and parked at the front door. This place was well-tended and I found it odd that such a lovely place would seem so deserted. As I stepped out of my car, there was no one to be seen. Striding up the steps to the front door, I rang the bell. And waited. And waited. And waited. Finally, I had pushed the massive doors open and stepped into a cool darkness. Now here I was, at the foot of the staircase, still no wiser about what I was doing here than before.

The sibilant whispers continued to play at my ears and I thought that they seemed to be coming from someplace up these stairs. So taking my courage in tow, I began the long climb. At the upper landing, a hallway led off to the back of the house. Doors opened off this hallway to the right and left and from their placement, I would say they probably afforded alternating views of the garden on one side of the house and the woods to the other side. But they were all closed so I was left to my imagination as to what their windows actually overlooked.  Stepping gingerly on the plush red carpet runner, I began my walk down the hall. Pausing at the first door to the left, I could hear muffled voices, sounding as if they were engaged in a private conversation. I knocked at the door and the voices ceased. But no one came to the door. Shrugging, I moved on. Looking about me, I began to notice the paintings that lined the hallway. Although they were period pieces, they were still extremely graphic in nature and strangely erotic in their content. I paused to look closer at one of them and found myself blushing at the scene pictured there in. The muffled voices had begun again and I realized that there were a number of conversations going on in this house. Wondering if I had stumbled into a hotel of some sort, I paused at another door and laid my ear to the carved panels. From within, I could hear voices. Listening quietly, I realized that the persons within were engaged in some love play. Slightly embarrassed I began to turn away and hurry on down the hall when I heard a deep masculine moan. Feeling his voice caress my spine, I caught my breath and stopped. The murmurings continued and little shivers of excitement shot through my body, centering in my womanhood. Feeling like a wicked voyeur, I again placed my ear to the door. Their loving continued unabated and I became more and more excited by the sounds within. Suddenly I heard a sound like a sharp slap, followed immediately by an obviously passionate whine. Creeping on down the hall, I sought the location of this sound. One door was slightly ajar and as I peeked in the opening, I was astounded to see a woman lying on her belly and bound to the ancient four-poster with silken scarves. Standing over her, was a well-built man, completely nude and holding, by all appearances, a riding crop.  She was moaning softly, her eyes closed in ecstasy, and her heart shaped buttocks already showed red welts in neat little lines across her fair skin. As I watched, the man drew back his crop and laid it across her ass once more. His cock was rampantly erect and as the crop made contact with her ass, his manhood jerked and throbbed, tiny droplets of semen beading at its tip. I was mesmerized and could feel my nipples crinkle firmly and become immediately hard at the sight I was witnessing.

Tearing myself away from that door, I hurried on down the hall, determined to find you now. Each door I passed either issued echoes of the scene I had just left or was firmly closed, leaving me to my imagination as to what was happening behind them. And my imagination was working overtime. I was panting slightly and could feel the heat from between my thighs increasing rapidly. I was slightly frightened, but also immensely excited by what I had stumbled into. Now I thought I knew what kind of place this way. It was a private club all right. A private sex club. And somewhere in here, behind one of these doors, down one of these halls, you waited for me. My heart jarring in my chest, I hurried on down the hall, searching for you.

The last door, far down the hallway loomed before me. Stepping in front of it, I realized it was open wide. Peering in, I looked into one of the most elegantly appointed bedrooms that I had ever seen. Thick oriental carpets covered a highly polished oak floor. On the muted walls, hung paintings that appeared to my untrained eyes to be priceless old masters. One wall was casement windows, open to let the fragrance of the blossoming roses waft into the room. A pale yellow silk brocade cushion covered the window seat nestled against these windows. The furnishings were massive, highly oiled mahogany. The bureau top was covered in a delicate Irish lace runner, ornate crystal perfume bottles to one side, and a heavy sterling silver brush and comb balanced the other side. The round mirror etched with Florentine designs around its beveled edges reflected the centerpiece of the room.  Sitting dead center in the middle of the room was the most amazing bed that I had ever seen.  High off the floor with a step at the side, it stood in regal splendor. The down mattress was wide and could have easily accommodated a whole family. A pale yellow duvet, matching the brocade window cushion was folded neatly across the foot of the bed, to reveal pale cream colored satin sheets. Multiple fat, fluffy pillows were propped against the headboard, inviting the occupant to lounge about lazily upon waking. Graceful arches swooped overhead, creating a canopy above the bed, from which cascaded sheer silk curtains. As if against my will, I was drawn into the room by the breath-taking beauty of it all. Pausing at the foot of the bed, I found it to be occupied.

Stretched before me, lost in the haze of your own imagination, you lay naked. Eyes closed, your hands moved across your body aimlessly stroking here and there. Your cock was hard, but you were not touching yourself there. In fact you almost seemed to be avoiding it. Tantalizing it with the merest hint of a touch of your fingers here, a brush of your palm there, teasing and taunting. I could tell you were enjoying the agony of the wait. And I realized that this was why you had called me here. As I looked closer, I saw small things that I had overlooked at first glance. Fastened to each post of the bed, were soft leather cuffs. Now I knew clearly what it was that you wanted of me. Already riddled with desire from my long walk down the hallway, I knew I was more than ready to meet your needs.

I had dressed carefully for this meeting, planning ahead how I wanted to look when I saw you. I knew some of the things you liked and had purposefully worn them, hoping to please you, thinking that we would possibly get a chance this time to be together. A Chinese red silk dress flowed down my body, outlining my curves. High at the neck and fastened down my breasts with intricate black frogs, it was fitted at my waist and skimmed across my hips.  A high slit ran from the hem to the top of my left hip, exposing the curve of my upper thigh. Beneath this I had worn a black satin bra, demi cut so that my breasts rode high and proud under the dress. A matching black satin garter belt clasped the tops of the silk stockings that caressed my legs. As a final touch, I had slipped my feet into impossibly high, “fuck me” red spike heels.

My heart beating wildly, I crossed quickly and quietly to the side of the bed. You were still unaware of my presence. As I reach out and grasp one of your wrists, quickly fastening it into one of the leather thongs at your head, your eyes fly open in surprise.  All business now, I grab your other hand and secure it to the opposing post. You start to speak, but I clap my hand across your lips in warning. I tell you that if you speak without permission, I will have to punish you. Moving to your feet, I stretch your legs wide and fasten each ankle to the foot board. Then stepping back, I gaze at you, laying spread and helpless before me. Raking your body with my dark gaze, I pause at your crotch, where your cock stands proud and tall.  As my eyes devour your nakedness, your cock trembles and I can see the veins in it pulse with your excitement.

Stepping back from the bed, I inform you that you are here for my pleasure. I instruct you that any attempt to interfere with my pleasure will cost you dearly. Then holding your eyes with mine, I began to strip before you. You lick your lips nervously as you watch my slow sensuous undulations. Reaching behind me, I slip the zipper of my dress down, the silk falling to the floor about my feet with a whisper. Stepping out of the red puddle, I approach the bed. Crawling across you, I straddle your body with my thighs, my heat already inflaming your skin where ever I touch you. Reaching up, I shake the pins from my hair, letting it fall darkly around my shoulders. Then snaking down your thighs and across your calves, I lean over and fasten my teeth into the arch of your foot. With a yelp, you try to jerk away, but the cuff around your ankle holds you firmly. You growl in frustration. Grinning wickedly at you, I began to work my way up your leg, inch by inch, my mouth touching and licking and nipping all the way to your balls. A flick of my tongue across them causes the skin to crinkle and tense. Teasingly, I wrap my lips around just the head of your cock. As you close your eyes and push your hips forward trying to get more of my mouth around you, I pull back and stop. A nip at your nipple brings your eyes open again, tensing at the feel of my teeth as they sink into the tender skin there. My hot mouth sucks at your nipple for a moment then I dart toward your throat for a taste of the skin there. Initially a light kiss at your throat, it soon turns into a painful bite as I sink my teeth into your skin, causing you to take a sharp breath as you flinch. Sliding off to one side of you, I begin to lightly drag my hair across your body, a feather touch tickling across your belly, until it finally falls silkily into your crotch, caressing your cock and balls. Moaning, your hips began to writhe, trying to stroke against this silk. Straddling your hips again, I lower my cunt onto your cock. Clenching my pussy tightly around the head of your cock, I stroke against it, teasing and taunting you. Groaning, you raise your hips in an attempt to force your cock deeper into me. Telling you no, I withdraw, denying you access.

It is obvious that you are not going to cooperate with me so I decide that perhaps more drastic measures are called for here. Slipping off the bed, I stride across the room and reaching the dresser, I open the first drawer I find and rummaging in it, I locate what I am looking for. A black satin blindfold. Then as an after thought my eyes fall on the silver hair brush laying on top of the dresser. Reaching out I clasp its handle, testing its weight in the palm of my hand. Brushing my fingers across the bristles, I can tell that they are of soft boar hair and this brush is of the highest quality. Looking speculatively at the brush, then over at you, I decide that perhaps a good spanking would be just the thing to get you to behave. As my plans dawn on you, your cock jerks in response to the thought of the brush across your ass and your breath begins to sharpen. I watch you, see the desire in your eyes, the flush of excitement creep across your skin and feel my own desire heighten at the thought of spanking you until your cock is hard and aching for release. Passion courses through my body as I cross the room. Laying the brush carefully to one side, I reach out and release one hand and one foot. Telling you to turn over, I release the other side, then refasten them so that you are face down on the bed and your sweet ass is exposed for my use.  I can feel myself growing wet just thinking of stroking your ass until the cheeks are all hot and pink.

The satin of the sheets caresses your cock softly and you begin to move against the them, seeking to increase the stimulation. I tell you to stop. You pause, waiting. After what seems like hours, you feel my hands stroke lightly down the curve of your cheeks, caressing and cupping them. Whisper soft touches tickle across your balls, then you feel me spread the cheeks of your ass and the heat of my mouth as I place a sweet tender kiss in that soft spot between your ass and your balls. Then nothing.  You strain to hear me, turning your head, you try to see where I am. Suddenly you feel my fingers tangled in your hair as I draw your head back slightly. Swiftly, I slip the blindfold over your eyes and tie it tightly at the back of your head.  Now you can’t see me, even if you do manage to turn your head far enough to either side. Straining, you listen hard to try to locate me. But I am quiet and you finally sigh softly and give up, laying your head back into the pillows.

I sit comfortably in a chair next to you, watching you tied and helpless, knowing you are wondering what is going to happen next. I am enjoying this little game. I know your cock is erect and aching just from the act of being tied to the bed. My eyes travel over your back and buttocks. Your skin is glistening with sweat from your attempts to wiggle free of the restraints. Even now, you continue to try your bonds. Each movement of your body causes the satin of the sheets to caress your cock, making it throb. My mouth waters at the sight of you tied before me, bound at my mercy. Reaching up, I stroke my nipples through the soft cloth of my brassiere. They respond immediately, the tissue contracting, making them hard and hot.  Running my hands down my body, I stroke my belly, then my thighs. Lightly and lovingly touching the areas that feel best. You move again, kicking your feet at the cuffs.  I tell you to lay still and that if you continue to fight the bonds, I am going to have to make your punishment last longer. I see a shiver pass over your body, and I am not sure if it is from excitement or fear, but you grow still. My heat is rising and I can smell the heavy musk pouring from between my thighs. I run my hands down between them and begin to press the heel of my hand firmly against my cunt. Rocking gently against this pressure, my breathing begins to come in rapid gasps.

Listening closely, you are aware that I am sitting close and touching myself. You can smell the sex pouring from me and hear the soft rasps of my inhalations. Unconsciously you begin to rotate your hips, stroking and writhing against the satin sheets in time to my soft moans. Realizing that you are becoming excited by the sound and smell of my self-play, I order you to stop moving immediately. You ignore my command and continue to hunch against the sheets. With each movement of your hips, your buttocks rise in the air slightly, your thighs spread some and I can see your balls being massaged by the soft surface of the mattress. I inform you that since you are unable to obey me, you obviously need to be reminded of who is in control here. I have not given you permission to seek pleasure from this experience, but since you have done so on your own, you will have to be shown what happens to those that are disobedient. I ask you if you need me to teach you a lesson. You shake your head no, but continue to move against the sheets anyway. The rhythmic movement of your hips, so against your ability to control it, is causing my blood to pound, and I feel the slick heat seeping down my inner thighs. Rising I return to the bed side. You pause in your movements. You have heard me rise, but still can not place where I might be in relation to you. You strain once more against the bonds that hold you in place. When no reproach for your actions comes, you begin again to stroke against the sheets seeking the release your cock and balls is crying for. You assume I am simply watching your humiliation and decide to take care of your needs before making a real effort to get loose from your bondage.

As you give in to your desire and begin to lose yourself in the feel of the sheets rubbing against your cock,, you hear the rustle of a swing cutting the air. This is quickly followed by the stinging heat of my hand as it makes contact with your ass. Sharply gasping, you twist frantically trying to find me by sound. Another sharp slap drives your hips into the mattress and your cock jerks in response. My body is growing hot as I watch the red glow of my handprint begin to show across the skin of your ass. I tell you are being spanked to teach you what happens to disobedient men. Fifty licks sounds about right to me and I order you to count them off as I deliver them. You begin to count softly. Another slap, harder this time. I tell you I can’t hear you and order you to speak louder. Louder now, you say three. I follow it with another stinging slap of my hand against your ass. The skin is growing warm and beginning to glow pinkly everywhere I my hand has made contact with your sweat slicked skin. Moaning slightly, I can feel the heaviness growing in my cunt as the excitement of having you in my control centers in my lower body.  Again I slap you, and again. Your butt is beginning to sting now and you wiggle trying to get away from the next slap. Faster now, I deliver one sharp blow after another. Your ass is on fire, the salt from your sweat soaked body making it sting even more fiercely. I am close to orgasm from watching you struggle and listening to you moaning at each blow from my open palm. Your cock is aching so badly, and you need desperately to come, but know that you will not be allowed to do so. You are slightly embarrassed that you can not control your body. That the hot, stinging, rain of blows being delivered to your ass is making you harder and harder. Finally the 50th stroke falls and you lay gasping and panting for breath. Tears leak from your eyes but you won’t allow yourself to show me how painful and humiliating this was for you.

Panting softly, I reach down and release your hands from the cuffs, then free your ankles as well. Taking your face gently between my hands, I kiss you passionately, exploring your mouth with my tongue, licking the salt of your sweat from your lips. Guiding you off the bed, I tell you that now you will have to please me to make up for being so bad that I was made to punish you. I tell you that my desire is all your fault and you will have to satisfy it now. Pushing you to your knees before me, I retie your hands in front of you, then stepping before you, I command you to taste me. Wrapping my hands in your hair, I pull your face roughly into my cunt, demanding that you lick me clean. You begin to lick, tentatively at first, then faster as the taste and smell of my passion fills your throat. Whimpering softly, I force my hips against your mouth harder, and begin to stroke them back and forth against your tongue.  Spreading my legs widely, I groan loudly as my climax rushes fast and hard over my body. You gulp greedily at my juices as they flow from my cunt. Nuzzling your face deeper into me, you attempt to suck more from me. But I step back out of your reach, sternly telling that is enough. Your cock is rigid and jerking with each beat of your heart. I watch as your bound hands stray down your body, seeking to ease your own discomfort. You are so hard. Drops of cum bead at the tip of your cock, just waiting to find a place to land. Frowning, I tell you that it is obvious that you did not learn much of a lesson from your first spanking since you are still trying to touch yourself. Reaching out I remove the blindfold from your eyes. My heavy breasts, still encased in black satin sway gently before your face and you can smell the musk of my body in a heavy cloud around your head.

I tell you to get up and go bend over the chair I just recently vacated. You start to argue, but I warn you that your arguing is going to cost you extra. I wait to see if you have anything else to say. But afraid to say anything else, you obey. You know from the look in my dark eyes that I will not let your disobedience go unpunished. The excitement of the feel of my hand stinging your ass cheeks is still with you and you hurry to obey, hoping if you are a good boy, I will let you find some release from this aching hard on. Following you to the chair, I tell you to bend over the back of it. You do but are a little slow. A sharp pop to your ass brings faster cooperation. You grasp the back of the chair and gingerly bend over its seat. Using the side of my heels, I urge your feet farther apart, spreading your legs so that your heavy sac swings free between them. Then swiftly, I tie your wrists and ankles to the chair legs. Your cock is buried into the soft brocade velvet of the chair seat, encased between the seat and the padded back. The softness feels almost like the inside of a woman’s cunt to your aching hard and as the head slides between the cushions, you almost come. You know this would cost you even more dearly, so shuddering you struggle to gain control over your body.

Standing over you, I pause deliberately to let you feel the anticipation of the coming strokes. Long angonizing moments pass as you wait. Braced and tied as you are, your leg muscles begin to cry out from the stress of their position. You tremble and shift your weight from foot to foot, trying to find a more comfortable way to stand. Each shift causes your cock to stroke against the velvet of the chair. The feel of the knots around your wrists and ankles arouses you even more. The ticking of the clock on the wall is loud and plays counter-point to the pounding of your pulse. As a soft chime sounds indicating that a good half hour has passed since I ordered you to the chair, you wonder if I have forgotten you are there. Just as you think I have decided to forgo your punishment, you turn to see me running my hand softly back and forth across the soft bristles of the sterling silver hairbrush. Shivering, you realize that I have not decided to forgive you, but instead am just testing the implement that I have chosen to use in meting out your punishment. Turning your head and laying your forehead against the soft chair back, you wait. A soft whistle breaks the air as the brush swings toward your ass. With a resounding smack, your knees give way driving your cock deeper between the cushions. Blow after blow lands against your ass cheeks. You can feel the fire of the welts as the strokes leave the imprint of the scroll work on the back of the brush on your skin. Your cock is raging and each blow causes you to stroke deeper between the cushions of the chair. In-between blows, your ass rises eagerly for the next caress of the brush handle. Gritting your teeth, tears flow down your cheeks. The strokes come harder and harder, seeming to go on forever. Trying to be silent, but not succeeding, you begin to gasp with each blow. They are hurting now, but you are also extremely turned on by them. I watch your ass tremble under my ministrations, growing bright red and hot. Panting both from the exertion and the excitement, I plan what I will do with you next. You are sobbing now and struggling to get loose from your bonds. My pussy is aching again and I know that soon I am going to have to have some satisfaction. Tossing the brush to the bed, I untie you, then lead you to the bed. Once there, I order you to lay across my knees. Afraid of what refusal will cause, you obey me and lay face down across my lap. Shifting under your weight, to get a firm grip on your body, I spread my knees slightly until your rigid cock is encased between my silk covered thighs. Then closing my thighs around your cock, I gaze at the fiery redness my handy work has left across your ass. As you lay across my lap, still shuddering from the sobs caused by the hairbrush, I begin to caress the heat of your ass. My hands are cool and soft, but are gradually being warmed by your hot skin. I reach down and work one hand between your legs. Your balls are firm and full and aching, so I take them in my hand and clench them tightly. Wrapping my hand around the sac close to your cock, I bind them in my fist, making them press closely together within their enclosure. Tugging lightly, I cause your hips to rise with the pull. Your cock slides up between my thighs, then with my release, it strokes downward. Whining, you begin to plead with me to let you come. Your ass is so hot and your cock is so hard.  Reaching down between my thighs and your body, I slip a finger into my cunt. Soaking wet and slick. Moaning, I know I have to let go now myself, so not answering you, I spread the cheeks of your ass. Taking my now pussy soaked finger, I rub my juices back and forth across your tight pucker. Then caressing and kneading your hot cheeks with my other hand, I begin to press against your asshole with my finger tip. My hips begin to move in rhythm with my finger’s pressure and your cock caught between my thighs is caressed maddeningly by the silk of my hose. You can’t stop yourself any longer and even though you fear this might cause more punishment, it is worth it. You start stroking between my thighs. Your sobs turn to groans then to whines of pleasure as your cock slides frantically faster and faster between my thighs. With each outward stroke, my finger against your ass pushes in until I am sliding it in and out in time to your strokes. Gasping for breath, I moan my permission for you to come. A deep shudder racks your body and I know you are there. With one swift stroke, I plunge my finger knuckle deep into your ass. You yelp in surprise, then feeling my other arm wrap around your waist to hold you tight, you release. The hot flow slams from your body as you bury your cock between my firm thighs. My body bucks against your weight across my legs and as you come, I meet you with my own raging orgasm. Shuddering, we both relax and I draw my finger slowly out of your tight ass. Leaning over, I gently kiss the hot red welts on your cheeks. Telling you that I am proud of how well you took your punishment, I let you slide off of my lap. You land on your knees at my feet and look down in embarrassment at the mess you made on the expensive oriental carpet.  Standing, I raise one delicate eyebrow as I glance down at your handiwork. Sighing, I tell you that this will have to be cleaned up, but for now, I think you need time to think about your actions. You have to realize that you can’t make a mess like that without getting into trouble for it. Taking you by the hand, I pull you up to the bed. I refasten your wrists and ankle to the bedposts. Reaching into the bedside table and rummaging around a bit, I finally find what I seek, and gently lifting your balls slide a flange shaped plug into your tender ass. Pausing as the widest portion enters your tender ass, I gently wiggle it back and forth slightly. Then pushing the plug past the tightness of your tender ass, I seat it firmly, and watch your body shudder involuntarily at this further invasion. You moan softly, your cock becoming semi-erect at this stimulus. Smiling softly, I shake my head and make noises of reproach at you. Telling you that you know the mess you have made will require further punishment, I explain that I want you to think about that fact while you are laying here. I inform you that I expect you to be able to tell me exactly what you did wrong and what you think I should do about it when I finally release you.

Then turning, I climb off the bed and begin to gather my instruments. Replacing the brush on the bureau and the blindfold in the drawer, I turn and look at you. You shiver at the sternness in my face as I tell you that I am going to go draw my bath now. I tell you that I think the best thing you can do while I bathe is to think about your actions this afternoon and the punishment that was your reward. Telling you we will discuss the mess you made on the floor after I bathe and then you can tell me what you think your punishment should be, I turn to leave the room. As I stroll past you, I stop to kiss you tenderly and stroke the hair out of your face. Lying bound and naked in the middle of the bed, your eyes follow me and your cock begins to rise hard once more anticipating what the rest of the evening will bring.
 
 
 

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