Hot Crossed Buns: Spanking short stories: erotic play and discipline Read online

  “Yes, what? Say it, girl, and speak up!” He was firmer, more masterful. “Bare bottom.” It came out louder. “Please,” he prompted. “Please,” she nodded, sounding terrified, sounding thrilled. “Across my lap?” he questioned.

  “Yes, please, across your lap,” she replied, with her head hanging down.

  “With my hand?” he asked firmly, still leading her. “Say all of it, again.”

  She took a deep breath and met his gaze. “Mac, would you please give me a very long, hard spanking with your hand on my bare bottom, while I lay face down across your knees? Please?”

  “Of course, my dear. I’ll give you as good a spanking as I ever gave anyone. I’ll set your lovely ass on fire for you. I’ll make it turn a very bright red and I’ll make it sting like the devil. I promise.” Suddenly Mac barked out an order, “Come here, now!”

  His tone left no room for hesitation. Sarah did as she was told. Following his orders, she moved the plain wooden chair into the center of the small room.

  “I want plenty of room to raise my arm when I spank you,” Mac said watching her carefully, judging her reactions.

  She moved the chair into place. He stood there, watching her. “Now, push up the right sleeve of my sweater for me,” he ordered, “and kiss the palm of my right hand. The hand I’m going to use to spank you very hard.”

  She reached out and pushed up his sleeve. She slowly slid her hand down to his hand and kissed the rough palm.

  After the required kiss, he sat in the straight-backed chair and patted his lap. “Over my knees, now. Sweet Sarah. It’s time.”

  Feeling awkward, Sarah draped herself across his knees. Mac spanked her without even raising her skirt. It was not a hard spanking, just playful and teasing. It was just a little harder than the swats he’d given her while hugging her. Sarah was almost disappointed when suddenly Mac began to pick up the pace of the blows. They weren’t really harder, just faster, but they began to sting.

  Suddenly, without a word, Mac raised Sarah’s skirt up and began spanking her on her lacy blue panties. He began to put more slap into it, stinging but without real force. Sarah’s bottom began to tingle.

  Mac stopped again. He stroked and admired her slightly pink bottom, gently patting it and even bending down to kiss and nip it “Now Sarah, your spanking will begin,” Mac said. “Stand up, remove your dress and hang it in the closet.”

  She quickly removed her floral print summer dress, hanging it neatly in the closet, stepped out of her shoes then pulled off her pantyhose. She produced two long scarves from her purse.

  She walked over to face him, wearing only her matching panties and bra, and placed the scarves in his open palm. She gingerly laid herself over his lap. She reached back to lower her lacy blue nylon panties, but Mac stopped her. Mac used one scarf and tied her hands together, and she had an instant feeling of helplessness. With the second scarf he tied both hands to the chair leg.

  When she was finally tied in place, she almost fainted from her feelings of excitement and panic. Feelings that only increased when she felt Mac gently lower her lacy panties, so that they hung on her legs, down almost to her knees.

  Mac spent a long time fondling her buttocks gently. Rubbing small soft circles over the area that would soon received the punishment. He even planted a kiss and a nip on her firm round butt! Sarah squirmed in an agony of nervous anticipation. “Stop squirming!” he commanded sternly. “The suspense is killing me!” Sarah moaned.

  “Gee. That’s too bad.” Mac’s sympathy was obviously false. “I’ll have to end the suspense then.” Without warning, he exploded with a series of hard, fast slaps on her butt. Each of the slaps made a loud sound in the small room. Crack! The blows landed first on one cheek and then the other, turning her delicate pink skin red, very red, and making Sarah yell out loud and squirm.

  “Lay still, girl, and relax your ass or it will be all the harder on you!” There was no gentleness now, no soft voice, just a firm, strong command.

  Somehow, Sarah forced herself to obey. Crack! The spanking began again, but this time it was not quite so hard, not coming quite so fast. As her bottom warmed up, the speed and intensity of the spanking built up. It went on and on. He built up the force and speed of the spanking, then lowered it only to start building the intensity up again.

  Sarah’s ass was on fire, and the pain was excruciating and thrilling. Finally, after what seemed like forever, he quit spanking her.

  He did not untie her right away. First, he rubbed some cool lotion on her throbbing bottom, then, judging her reactions, he pulled the cheeks apart and lightly fingered her clit and her anus. He was ready to stop at any sign of resistance to this treatment; after all, it was not part of what they had planned. Sarah seemed to relax and revel in his touch. So he gave her a few moments of gentle teasing.

  He untied her hands and had her stand in front of him, facing away from him. He sat there looking at her buttocks, admiring the color he had put on them.

  He stood up. “Sarah, put the chair back where you found it, and then stand in the corner with your panties down until I tell you to move.” He watched as she complied. “And do not even think about rubbing your bottom!”

  “Now you must thank me for giving you such a good, hard spanking, and turning your lovely ass such a nice, bright red,” he commanded after she had stood in the corner for a few minutes.

  “Th… thank you for the good, hard spanking,” she whispered, turning her head and looking over her shoulder at him. She was quite a sight, her face almost as red as her hair, or her butt. “And for turning my ass so red.” He reached out and carefully pulled her dainty underwear back into place, then gently turned her around and pulled her into his arms and briefly cuddled her before telling her to put her face back in the corner and wait for more orders.

  Mac moved away from her and sat in his massive, padded armchair. He watched Sarah and used his instincts, which were incredible, to gauge whether Sarah would want to take this farther.

  All his years of experience told him she was a true find. She would take all he could give and enjoy it; she just didn’t know it yet. She was also very sweet and very pretty.

  Mac admitted to himself that for the first time in his life he was seriously attracted to a paying customer. “Sweet Sarah, come over here and sit on my lap,” Mac said softly. As she approached, he pulled her down onto his lap. He hugged her gently and stroked her hair. She settled into his arms with a contented sigh, her head resting on his chest, just under his chin. They sat like that for a long time, talking softly and just relaxing. After about half an hour or so, Mac said softly, “Sarah, did I tell you there’s something I never do?”

  “No, I can’t think of anything,” she said softly, looking up at him. “Unless it was that you never have sex with your clients, or even kiss them.”

  “That’s the thing I was thinking of, the kiss, not the sex,” he said. “I never do either one with a client, but right now I was thinking about how I never kiss a client, ever.”

  “And you’re telling me this because?” she asked him, her eyes wide and questioning.

  “Because of this.” He kissed her; a long tender kiss, starting soft and romantic and quickly building intensity. The kiss never slid over into the realm of full on passion but it was warm and sweet, with a hint of the fire to come. Sarah found her voice, “I’m glad you cleared that up.”

  She continued to sit, perched precariously on his knee for a very long time. He whispered soft endearments in her ear and comforted her for a very long time. She gloried in the cuddling and the comforting warmth of his arms around her. Eventually he told her to stand in front of him again. “Now, girl, it’s time to move ahead. Tell me what else you want me to do to you.” His voice was firm and commanding again.

  This time she answered him more easily, “I want you to whip me, using the riding crop that I brought along, on my bare butt and make it very, very hard, please.”

  She stood quietly in front of him, with her hands folded like a good little girl, feeling more than a little stunned. Surprised at how easily she asked for a whipping. Her buttocks still throbbed from the spanking but the sharp pain had faded.

  He had untied her hands from the chair leg, and untied one hand, but there was still a knot around the wrist of the other. “Okay, Sarah girl, remove your underwear completely and go stand at the end of the bed,” he ordered.

  There was a cedar hope chest at the foot of the four-poster bed, so Sarah was really standing about three feet away from the bed. Mac had her stand halfway between the two bedposts, and then he pulled her forward and tied the wrist with the scarf attached to it to one post. He tied the other wrist to the other post the same way. Because of the chest she was bent slightly forward with her buttocks pushed out. It was an uncomfortable and humiliating position. Sarah could move her feet and wiggle her behind, but her tied hands kept her partially immobilized. Mac startled her by tying a blindfold over her face then he told her he was going to relax for a while, and that she would have to wait a few minutes for her whipping! “You don’t mind waiting, do you little girl?” he asked harshly.

  “Please Mac, whip me now. Please don’t make me wait.” Sarah was shaking. “You’ll regret that remark when I do get around to whipping you,” Mac said sternly. “You’ll wish I’d made the wait longer.”

  She was both eager and frightened half out of her mind; the waiting and the blindfold only heightened her tension. Her emotions were heightened, her nerves on a razor’s edge.

  That was the point, of course. That, and to let any traces of pain from the spanking settle in a little. Mac decided to make this memorable for Sarah and for himself. For once it wasn’t just business, a way to earn a little extra income. He was entranced by Sarah. She was the most beautiful, sweetest, and least jaded woman he’d seen in a long time. She was very brave too. I’m in trouble, he thought. A client no less, who would have guessed? He decided to take this a lot farther than their original agreement. She had a few surprises in store for her, both before and after the whipping with her new riding crop.

  In time Sarah began to fidget and whimper a little, and Mac worried that he’d pushed too hard. After all, this was the first time she’d played any spanking games. “Too scared to carry on, little one?” he asked being deliberately sarcastic. “Going to chicken out?”

  Sarah couldn’t answer, couldn’t even nod, which suited Mac just fine. He picked up the crop and began to swish it through the air, making Sarah flinch before he ever brought it down on her trembling butt. He walked around behind her and Sarah tensed, waiting for the slash of pain. She waited for nothing; he didn’t bring the crop down on her ass right away, but set it on the hope chest beside her, then pulled a chair up behind her and sat down. Sarah was scared and puzzled. “What are you doing?” she questioned. Mac replied, “I just thought I’d have a little extra fun before using the riding crop. This is nothing compared to what I’m planning to do between the riding crop and your third whipping!” “Third whipping!” she sputtered. “But, but this is all I paid for, it’s as far as I wanted it to go. You can’t!” she protested. “What are you doing now?” “Hey girl, remember you’re tied up! I can, and I will do whatever I want to you.” He leaned over and gently nipped her still hot pink butt. His voice became gentler as he added in a softly persuading tone, “Relax baby, you’ll love it. I also want you to know that this has nothing to do with money, this is just for fun between us. Trust me, you have so far.”

  She gave him a faint nod. He placed his hands on each side of her ass, lowered his head and began to kiss and tease her ass. He took more little nips of her butt, and used his tongue on the tight opening of her anus, sliding the fingers of one hand into her vagina. Sarah squirmed and wiggled as she became more and more aroused. Still he continued, working his magic with his tongue and teeth. Before long, she came.

  As soon as she stopped shivering with the force of her orgasm, Mac got on with the original business. He picked up the crop and brought it slashing down on her buttocks. He gave her a harsh whipping, but not so severe that it did any real damage; he didn’t leave any deep bruises or welts. Her butt was even redder now than before and it hurt terribly. When he was done, he untied Sarah’s hands and pushed the blanket chest off to one side. He had Sarah sit on the hard wooden chest, ignoring her sore bottom. He told her to remove her blindfold. There were traces of tears in her green eyes, making them sparkle like emeralds, and a soft shy smile on her trembling lips.

  After a while, Mac told her to remove her bra and then sit on the end of the bed; then to lie back, with her legs hanging off the end of the bed. She blushed as she removed her bra but she complied without protest. He moved quickly, before Sarah could react. Using the restraints that he kept in place on the bedposts at the front of the bed, he retied Sarah with her arms up over her head. He pulled the chair back to the end of the bed and lowered his mouth almost down to her hot cunt. He looked up at her with one eyebrow cocked, “Okay?”

  When she raised her head up and nodded, speechless, he lowered his mouth. He ate her out with his skillful tongue until she came again, then he moved up to her firm, round breasts. He suckled and kissed her breasts for a long time.

  He climbed upon the bed, kneeling with one knee on each side of her hips. Using his hands to push her breasts together, he pushed his large prick in and out of the valley between them. He fucked her cleavage until he was almost to the point of orgasm. He climbed farther up on the bed still straddling her, until he had his erect cock very near her face. “I thought our plan was for no sex,” she laughed, teasing. “I came up with a new plan,” he told her seriously. “Don’t tell me,” she smiled, “let me guess.”

  She raised her head again and immediately took his prick into her sweet mouth, sucking and licking, and somehow humming at the same time. Mac caught his breath as he recognized the tune. It was the popular theme from a movie about sharks. He froze for a moment.

  Sarah stopped what she was doing just long enough to look up at him with a sly grin and say, “Trust me!”

  Mac laughed even as he shot his load of cum deep into her throat. They lay there together as they recovered. Eventually he began to tease her a bit, arousing both of them again.

  “Okay. What’s next, fucking or sodomy?” he asked, only half joking, lazily stroking her still red butt.

  Her reply was soft and serious. “I’ve never tried, uh, sodomy before.”

  “So okay, we’ll fuck and save sodomy for the grand finale,” he said rolling over on top of her. “After the last whipping.” “There’s going to be more?” she asked amazed. “There’s going to be lots more,” he replied, solemnly. “Can I have my hands free?” Sarah requested softly. “Not yet, love.” He kissed her nose.

  At that point as he entered her cunt, she wasn’t about to argue with anything. They rocked and thrashed together in a primal frenzy until the explosive climax came, shocking them both in its intensity. Sarah had never been tied up during sex before, and she discovered that it added an extra spice, an out-of-control feeling to the sensuality of the experience. Especially since her buttocks still ached and throbbed from the harsh punishment they had received at Mac’s hand.

  Once again they rested; Mac opened a bottle of champagne and held the glass while Sarah drank. Although her arms were beginning to ache, she did not ask again to be set free.

  Mac untied her eventually, though. He held her and stroked her, treating her so gently that she could scarcely believe he had just whipped her mercilessly with a riding crop and spanked her bare ass savagely with his hands. How it happened, she never really knew, but suddenly she was on her belly again, her hands tied to the headboards again. She was bent over the end of the bed, her feet on the floor. Mac fastened her feet to the legs of the bed. He got out his camera and began to take pictures of her. He photographed her red behind, her welts, her cunt, everything he could focus on. She started to protest then she laughed as she heard the already familiar phrase. “Trust me!”

  He set the camera up on a tripod, then went over to the closet and brought out a big birch rod, shaking it to loosen it up. It whistled as he swished it through the air. Sarah noticed that a few drops of moisture sprinkled off the rod as he flicked it lightly.

  He showed it to Sarah. “It’s a real birch rod with all the buds on it, and it has been soaked in brine. It should hurt quite a lot, maybe it’ll even cut you, does that sound okay?”

  Sarah felt hypnotized at the sight and sound of the rod, fascinated and slightly sick, but still she nodded and replied quietly, “I trust you.” “Then ask me to birch you, ask me really nice,” he said.

  “Please sir, birch my bare bottom as hard as you can,” she swallowed, “please.” “Girl, I’ll whip you until the blood runs down your legs and you can’t sit down or lay flat on your back for a week.” By now Sarah knew Mac well enough to be sure that it was a gross exaggeration, meant to titillate her. Mac focused the camera on Sarah’s ass and used a remote button to snap pictures of the rod hitting her behind. After a few pictures, he put down the remote and concentrated on whipping her.

  It wasn’t severe as birchings go but he still used the rod hard enough to raise a few faint welts and even cause a few drops of blood. He finished off with half a dozen cuts, harder than the rest. Then he stopped and took a few more pictures. “It’s time to thank me, little girl,” Mac said sternly. “Thank you for the whipping,” Sarah murmured, sounding like she didn’t have much energy left. This time there were more than traces of tears in her lovely eyes. This time she had tears running down her face and she was fighting herself to keep from sobbing openly.

  He untied her and ordered her to kiss the rod and put it away. When she had done as ordered, he had her get back into the position, and tied her to the bed again. He took out some lubricating cream which he spread on her anus, on his fingers and on his cock. Then he gently began to finger fuck her anus; taking his time he worked one, then two, and finally three fingers into her asshole.