Molly Needs a Spanking [Mf][Dom][FSub][flogging][butt plug][DP]

The introduction line of my KinkLife dating profile stated my needs in the simplest terms: ‘Young Woman Looking for Mister Daddy.’

I received a lot of replies, mostly from creepy abusive sounding Doms who described everything they were going to do to me and to submit to them now because I must. But one man stood out from the crowd. Baz. At forty five, twenty years older than I, he’s a distinguished man with a bit of grey in his groomed black beard and a fit yoga body. His pictures were taken in beautiful locations where he looked happy in his travels. And though he has an easy going smile, there’s a sternness about him I find appealing. He’s just moved to America, leaving his sub of five years in London.

“My Dom moved away,” I said, gazing into his warm brown eyes as I fingered my glass of wine. “His job relocated out of state. He’s got a family and all.”

“And all the complications that come with it,” he said, with a slight British accent and white tooth smile.

“Exactly.”

The intimate hotel bar bustled with the frenetic date night activity of a Manhattan Friday night. Baz and I sat squeezed together on wooden bar stools at the bar. My bare thighs from my short dress occasionally rubbed against his as we felt each other out. Baz was a gentleman, hanging onto my every word.

“So what do you like kink wise?” he asked.

I sipped my wine. He had chosen an excellent red.

I answered, “Well, I really get wet over spankings.”

“With a hand or paddle?”

“Hand, though I like the smack of a wide brush.”

He asked, “With or without panties?”

“Now, you don’t want me talking all dirty in public, do you?” I lowered my voice and leaned into him. “But I will tell you something. I love squirming over a man’s lap, you know, over his knees my ass in the air, especially when he’s wearing wool pants. Just thinking about it turns me on.”

He drank his wine with a large gulp of his throat. His eyes seemed to sparkle with life upon hearing me speak of my love of spankings. I wanted to run my hand up his thigh to his crotch. He could see it in my eyes. He downed the last of his wine.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

I drained my glass before shimmying off the barstool. He eyed my figure beneath my short flouncy raspberry dress.

“Yeah,” I said. “Let’s go.”

We sauntered from the bar into the lobby on our way to a bed unseen. The ride to the hotel’s seventh floor was a long one. I glanced at his messenger bag which he called his ‘ho training bag’ wondering what kind of S&M equipment lay hidden inside.

Ding!

I guess I’m about to find out. We stepped off onto the quiet floor, silently walking down the long carpeted hall until we stopped in front of door 712. He slid the card key into the lock and we silently entered the clean, chilly room. The door shutting behind us with a click of the lock sounded so final. I turned, putting my tote bag on a desk. He slung his bag onto one of the two queen beds and strode towards me, gathering me up in his arms to sloppily kiss my mouth. His beard scraped my skin as he forced his tongue into my mouth which I accepted.

He broke from the kiss to ask, “You want a spanking?”

“Yes, please.”

“Get down on the ground.”

My dress barely covered my butt cheeks as I got down on all fours, looking up at him with through locks of my chestnut hair falling around my big grey eyes.

“Crawl over to the window.”

I turned and crawled the short distance to the window. The rough carpet scuffed my knees. Looking at the lights of the building across the street, I rested my chin on the window sill. I could hear him behind me, sitting on the squeaky bed and taking off his shoes which landed on the floor with a thud.

He gruffly said, “Lift up your skirt.”

His commands were making me moist. I balanced myself as I reached backwards with both hands to lift my dress up over my butt before returning my hands to the floor. I could see his reflection in the glass as he opened his bag of tricks. He took out a bottle of lube, condoms and a black leather flogger. It had a silver handle top with a silver ball at the end. He unbuttoned his shirt before rising from the bed. I could see him looming behind me. His caressed the roundness of my pale cheeks popping from my black lace panties.

“You have a lovely bum,” he said.

I said nothing, waiting for the pleasure to come.

The sound of thin leather strips swished in the air as he nimbly flicked the flogger. Then he let it gently fall upon my backside where flogger’s leather tails fanned out across my cheeks. He removed it from my ass and returned to swishing it with deft flicks. I steeled myself.

Swak!

My whole body flinched from the leather lashing my ass. I felt all of the week’s stress and tension melt away under the delicious sting to my backside.

Swak!

My body flinched forward and I stifled my yelp by biting into the soft wooden window sill.

Swak! Swak! Swak! Swak! Swak!

My clit flinched under each blow to my cheek. The thin strip of my panties between my legs was now positively wet with desire.
Then the flogging stopped. I could hear him unbuckle his belt buckle and looked up at the reflection to see his pants drop to the ground. I watched him pick up a condom from the bed, rip it open with his teeth, and slide it on his jutting hard cock. He roughly tugged my panties to my knees. Then he grabbed the flogger once more and I braced myself.

Gruffly, he said, “Put your hands on your bum. Spread your cheeks.”

I did leaving my puckered little anus completely exposed.

Swak!

Ow! The flogger’s straps came down on my hands and cheeks again and again. Then he paused to squirt lube onto the flogger’s steel handle before dropping to his knees. He prodded my asshole with it until he shoved in the lubed handle. My teeth bit into the window sill as the handle’s metal ball broke through my tight sphincter to inch up my ass as far as it would go. My mouth let go of the wood.

“Ow,” choked in my throat. “Uh!”

“Shhhh,” he gently shushed, before letting go to lay his hand on my bare ass.

All the way in, he positioned his hard dick beneath the curtain of leather tails into my wet pussy and he began to fuck me with short, forceful thrusts. I moaned from a fullness of a double penetration that I’ve never felt before. Caught up in the new sensation, my head flew back in ecstasy from the poking thrusts of a strange cock rubbing against the metal plug in my ass. With one hand on my ass, his pace quickened and the tingle of an orgasm grew within me, begging to be released. He shoved it in balls deep.

“Ohhh, I breathily yelped before I once more sank my teeth into the soft painted wood.

A crazy climax rumbled from my groin as Baz deeply groaned and
his cock pulsed within my shuddering cunt. I moaned as my arms collapsed and I found myself with my cheek on the ground still panting from my ebbing orgasm. He stayed within me as we writhed together, caught up in our messy sexual satisfaction. Finally, he withdrew and stripped off the condom from his still hard cock and discarded the messy thing upon the carpet. He pulled the butt plug handle from out of my ass before taking it to backhandedly hit me with a hard whack across my bottom. My butt buckled from the blow.

“Owww,” I complained.

He knelt and kissed my ass cheek before climbing up on his knees to fall onto the bed. I looked over my shoulder to see him lying on his back still breathing hard. He gestured for me to join him. I crawled over and upon the bed where he pulled me close to him. A few minutes later, he reached for the phone and dialed for room service.

“I need a bottle of wine sent up to seven twelve. A bottle of Chateau Merimont 2003. Yes, the Bordeaux. Thanks.”

He stretched to hang up the phone before turning to me.

He said, “It’s going to be a long night, sweetheart.”

I cuddled up to him, happy and tired.

Our night continued on. I drunkenly sucked everything from his fingers to his toes until we fell asleep in the snug room with our clothes strewn about. The next morning, as Baz brushed his teeth, I dressed before wandering over to the window to see my teeth marks on the window sill in the bright morning light. I smiled at my bite marks and then took out my phone to snap a couple of pictures of my vandalism before closing the curtains to hide them.

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