With our first round of drinks nearly finished I enacted a little trick I borrowed from a couple of sources. I told her I was going to powder my nose and would be gone a few minutes. If, for whatever reason, she did not want to go any further she was simply to leave the pub with the assurance I would not pursue her in any way.
She was still there when I returned. I had pulled it off that far – managing to mask my nervousness and lack of experience well enough for her to want to play. In as matter of fact a manner as I was capable of, I offered to play out a scene at my place based on the parameters we had discussed and explicitly consented to. Overcoming my surprise at how readily she accepted, I explained that she was to follow me back to my flat. If at any point she changed her mind she was simply to drive away, again with my assurance that I would not pursue her any further. I also made it clear that once inside my flat, we would be in our Dominant and submissive roles, she would be punished and I would use her as I wished – within the consensual parameters we had agreed. For her own peace of mind, she would not be tied up and her punishment would be relatively light. Future play sessions, if they happened, would be significantly more intense. I would have no qualms about pushing limits. Her final instructions were to park outside my flat, wait a few minutes and come inside. The living room door would be directly in front of her. She was to knock and wait.
In the privacy of my car, I grinned like the proverbial Cheshire cat as I burned off my nervous energy and got my head straight for playing my first Dominant scene with an experienced submissive who thought I had done it all before. From our emails it was clear that we might have ended up back at my flat. I got the place tidied up just in case that eventuality materialised. When I first moved in, I had started off with good intentions about keeping the flat clean and tidy. For a short while I did but as the game became progressively more all-consuming that fell by the wayside. Knowing a visitor may be coming round gave a good incentive to spend a few hours getting the place straightened out – in between frequent checks on the website looking for new encounters. This was especially true ahead of an encounter with June who I met towards the end of my time playing the game. She was very house proud so I made a special effort over a few evenings before she came round.
The knock on the door sent my pulse and my thoughts racing. Just breath deep and slow – follow the plan. Addressing her by the agreed term ‘Young Lady’ she stood in front of me with head bowed. I outlined that she had been sent to me for a well-deserved punishment. Her antics with the young trainee in the shoe shop had not gone un-noticed. She had purposefully caught his attention bending over to reach a pair of shoes on the bottom shelf – the carefully chosen micro skirt giving him a flash of fully rounded arse cheeks. That not being enough, while pretending to need his assistance to put a shoe on, he was treated to an unrestricted view up the skirt as his hands fumbled with a shoe that was knowingly two sizes too small. I would also be taking into account the fact that she had not worn any panties for that pre-meditated flashing session. I closed my prepared monologue by asking if she was ready to accept punishment for such wanton behaviour. With a devilment in her eyes and voice reminiscent of Gaynor’s she confirmed being very ready to be punished severely.
I took a moment to look her over, silence increasing the tension. It would be easy for me to dominate her physically. She was only a little over five feet tall, quite sturdy but no challenge to my reasonably well toned six-foot physique. Her hair was dyed blonde – the noticeable roots revealed that was some time ago. Bright red lipstick stood out from an otherwise plain and rounded face. She would have been quite pretty if she lost the extra stone she was carrying. The pastel yellow T-shirt tucked in to the faded denim mini-skirt had also seen better days and made it obvious a Wonder-bra sat underneath. In the pub, I was not the only guy to notice her two most prominent features.
My instruction to take off the skirt broke the silence. How quickly she complied confirmed just how willing she was to be my plaything. It was time to have some fun. Lifting up her T-shirt confirmed the Wonder-bra. It was strapless so I took it off under her T-shirt. She didn’t show any signs of unease or resistance so I took each of her tits in my hand. They were too big and saggy to arouse much passion but I had plans for enjoying them all the same. Teasing her nipples, I informed her she was going to receive a traditional over the knee hand spanking. She nodded acceptance.
Re-enacting a hand spanking scene I had read the previous evening I took my time in placing her over my knee to make it easy for my right hand to make firm contact with both fleshy cheeks. I would start with her white panties left on. Her arse wouldn’t turn many heads but did feel good as I squeezed each cheek in turn as my rigid cock strained in my jeans. She would have felt its bulge pressing into her tummy. She took the first set of twenty or so spanks alternating between cheeks without a murmur. They were a warm up and let me gauge how hard to go. I had another good feel under her panties. Free to take any liberty we had consented to in the pub I pushed my hand to feel for her pussy. Obligingly she parted her legs a little as the neatly clipped landing strip scratched my hand. I felt her damp excitement build as I eased my fingers between her lips.
Before the next set I pulled the panties into her arse crack to reveal those fleshy cheeks. The sight of those globes blushing a gentle pink gave my cock another twitch as it pressed against her.
Gaining confidence, my right hand crashed into her left cheek. The sound echoed around the room and made her issue an involuntary pant. Then another on her right cheek. I maintained a steady rhythm between cheeks. Her pants developed into groans. Her cheeks became bright red glowing orbs with finger marks clearly imprinted around the edges. Increasing the intensity further caused her to lift a foot off the floor to try to protect her arse. Brilliant, I was starting to get through to her. I trapped her ankles in my legs to hold her still and resumed the steady pace. Each smack caused her to squirm beneath me teasing my cock further as it pressed against her.
With her legs pinned down she tried to protect her arse with her hands. That gave me the ideal opportunity to hold those down with my left arm and pin her to my body. Her pants progressed to gasps for air as her cheeks burned deep red beneath my hand. I pulled her legs apart to give her pussy another rub. Her panties were soaked just as I had hoped for. She pushed herself willingly against my hand as I rubbed her off. Her gasps and cries subsided to gentle murmurs of pleasure. With my fingers sliding in and out of her willing pussy I took her close to the release she was increasingly desperate for. And then I stopped. I could feel her frustration as I pulled my fingers away.
I released my grip and told her to stand up. She stood at my side. Her panties had become see-through as they clung to the shape of her swollen lips. I pulled her T-shirt off before banishing her to stand facing the corner with both hands on her head. I sat in silence for a few moments to admire my handy work. The red glow had developed to cover her entire arse cheeks.
I disciplined myself to sit still for a full five minutes. I remembered a BDSM story about playing head games with a submissive so stood close behind her without touching or speaking – simply using my presence to dominate her personal space. When I could resist no longer, I pressed our bodies together and took her tits in both hands. She took them being squeezed and nipples pinched without a complaint so I gave each a slap; still no murmur of complaint. Progressively harder slaps caused her to twist away from the blows – and her arse to rub my throbbing cock through my jeans. Under the continuing blows her knees started to buckle. I didn’t want to push it too hard so stopped and massaged them as I pressed my raging cock against her arse.
Instructing her to keep her hands in place, I took both shoulders in my hands, turned her around and pushed her to her knees. Obligingly she knelt with her head at my crotch. I slipped my jeans to my knees. She stared at my briefs and the raging cock hidden within. Sliding my briefs down, I caught my tip in the elastic and eased them down. I leaned forward a little to position my tip, straining against the elasticated band, just below her chin. With a quick tug, my cock released and flicked upright, slapping against her chin on its way to standing upright against her face. Without waiting for any instruction, she took it in her mouth, paused, and looked up at me. My smile confirmed she could continue and she slid most of my length into her willing mouth – rocking back and forward to have it twitching in her. I knew I wouldn’t last long and didn’t want to cum for a while yet so pulled away.
Grabbing a handful of hair, I led her to crawl across the living room and lay her face down across the end of the sofa, doggy style and removed her panties. They gave clear testimony to her excitement. Taking another idea I had read only the previous evening, I positioned the wet gusset right under her nose as she lay along the sofa. I noticed her eyes were closed as if in her own little world. I discarded my jeans and smalls. My cock was rigid and covered in its own pre-cum. I slipped on a condom for the next part of the scene.
Kneeling directly behind her glowing arse I opened her legs as wide as they would go and gave each cheek a sharp slap. I could sense her frustration. She was trying to grind against the sofa to achieve the release I would deny a while longer. I pulled her away from the sofa to give me room to slide my cock in. It met no resistance as she took my length in one smooth stroke. Another sharp slap on each cheek was met with a pleasurable moan.
I was so close to cumming that a few thrusts could have pushed me over the edge. But I wanted her to cum first so I left it still, deep inside, and reached under to rub her pussy. As soon as my hand was there, she started to grind against it in eagerness for relief. I slapped her cheeks in a regular rhythm, left then right, getting progressively harder as she wanked herself against my fingers. Her gentle moans developed into yelps as the heat from her cheeks intensified. Her gyrating hips were sending my cock wild as it sat deep inside her. And then she let go. A series of sharp pants gave way to a long sigh as her pussy flooded my fingers. Perfect; I had her exactly where I wanted. She had just cum without my permission; a cardinal sin and one for which she would be severely punished.
The way her pussy gripped my shaft sent me over the edge just after her. A few gentle strokes back and forth led to my hips bucking to shoot it inside her. I had been ready to cum for a while and it all released in a blur. My thighs slammed against her crimson arse cheeks as I spasmed inside her. In its excitement my cock stayed hard as my rasping breaths subsided. I held it for a moment knowing it would soon go soft. With it still inside, I asked if she had cum. She answered honestly knowing that earned another punishment. I commanded her to stay still. I would return shortly to punish her for cumming without permission.
Those were wild days: those six months spent screwing my way through every casual hookup I could find. Read the full story in Friends With Benefits – How I Played the Game.