“We’re not actually going to dress up, are we?” Charlie asked me.

“What do you mean? Not actually?”

“Aren’t we a little too old for that?” he wanted to know.

“Too old for what? For having fun? Who’s too old for having fun?”

“Costumes and makeup and wigs… ”

“Oh, my!” I said.

“Well, if we’re going to dress up, what are we going as? Are you going to make me do some couple’s matchy-matchy thing.”

I was, but I didn’t need to tell him that yet. I had the feeling that as soon as he caught on to my plan, he’d be fine with the concept. In fact, I was banking on the fact that he might like our outfits so much, he wouldn’t even want to go out to the Halloween party.

“So what do you have in mind?” he asked.

“Look in the closet,” I said, “and see for yourself.”

He looked. I actually held my breath. What if he wasn’t interested in what I was interested in? What if the idea of…

I held myself totally still. I was hoping. I was wishful. How do you dress your master? How do you show your boyfriend that what you want most is for him to dress in a commanding outfit while you play the role of the brat? I’d done my best. I’d bought him a pair of black slacks and a black shirt with a black tie. I’d polished his best leather shoes. But it was what I would wear that would show him what I wanted. My outfit, cozying right up next to his, was probably best described as “slutty coed.” There was a short pleated skirt and a formfitting sweater in my college colors. But the more telling accessories were the implements on the shelf above: a paddle and a pair of handcuffs.

There. I’d done it. For Halloween, I’d pulled the big reveal. Charlie turned and looked at me. The expression on his face let me know that I hadn’t been incorrect in my estimation. He looked beyond interested. He looked hungry.

Charlie said, “Take your clothes and get ready in the bathroom. Meet me back here in five minutes.”

I’d never heard him sound so serious before. There wasn’t even the trace of a smirk on his face. I grabbed my gear and sprinted. In our bathroom, I took off my work clothes and slid into the pleated skirt. I pulled on the tight sweater without bothering with a bra. My breasts are perky. My nipples were erect. Then I slicked my hair into a high ponytail, rubbed some blush on my cheekbones and painted pink gloss   on my pout.

I hurried back into the bedroom. Charlie was at the ready. He looked so handsome in his black attire, but what my eyes settled on was the paddle in  his right hand.

Charlie didn’t wait for me to tell him what I had been thinking. He didn’t ask me if I had any ideas in mind. He simply said, “Bend over the bed and lift your skirt.”

I did so automatically, moving without thinking. I bent and raised my hips. Then I remembered, not only had I left my bra on the floor, I’d left the panties there, too.

Charlie made a disapproving sound as he clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “Naughty girl,” he said. “You must really want that bottom a bright red, don’t you?”

I guessed he was waiting for an answer. In a voice I didn’t recognize as my own, I said, “Yes, Sir.”

“I’m glad you chose a red-and-white outfit,” he said. “So I can match the color of your ass to the stripes in your skirt.”

Wow, he was definitely getting into the spirit of the season! When I’d gone shopping for the accessories, I’d headed to a sex toy store to select real gear. So I was pleased that he was willing to play so professionally.

His outfit really wasn’t much of a costume. I couldn’t decide how to dress him, so I’d went with black. My move seemed to succeed; it had put him in the proper frame of mind to make my fetish fantasy come true.

Charlie called my attention back to the present by saying, “Hold still, and count each blow.”

Had he done this before with a lover? Definitely not with me, but he seemed completely at ease barking out orders. I found myself tripping over the words in my attempt to reply as he desired. Then he smacked me with the paddle for the first time, and I squeaked, “One!”

“Louder,” Charlie demanded before letting a second blow even me out.

“Two!” I said, louder this time.

We continued like this, with him spanking me and me counting each swat. Then Charlie dropped the paddle and dangled the handcuffs. “What took you so long?”

Something about the ease with which he’d slipped into his role made me think he had done this before! My heart was racing. I wanted him to tell me stories. I wanted to know who he’d punished. Who he’d tied up. We’d never discussed this sort of thing before. But  I couldn’t lose time on that now.

Charlie was cuffing my wrists together and putting me on the bed face down. Then he spread my legs and was fucking me while telling me how he was going to come all over my hot ass when he was ready to blow. I knew then that we wouldn’t be going out to any party in these clothes. That was okay.

I’d definitely already gotten my treat.

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