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.