“You need a spanking tonight,” Josh said over the phone. “I could tell when you left the apartment."

“What do you mean?” I asked, feigning innocence. Of course, I knew exactly what he was talking about. I had copped a major attitude before work, hoping that he’d get the hint. Pick up the gauntlet. Paddle the ass.

“You had that bratty look you get. If I don’t take care of that attitude soon, who knows what will happen?”

I wasn’t surprised by how well he’d read me. We’ve been together long enough for Josh to know all of my tells. When I go too long between spankings, I grow restless. The desire builds up inside me until I feel as if I might explode from the pressure. Thankfully, Josh knows exactly how to handle my needs. He takes care of me in the most spanktastic way possible.

“As soon as I get off work, I’m putting you over my knee.”

I sat there in my office, feeling the rush of anticipation flutter through me. I’d been thinking about our company’s latest advertising campaign. Up until my secretary had put Josh through, my mind had been working on the new hem length of the season. Skirts were going to be shorter this spring. Skirts seemed to be in Josh’s thoughts, as well.

“That tight — fitting skirt you left the house in,” he continued. “That’s coming down, baby. I’m in a mood, and I can’t wait to hear the sound of my hand meeting your bare ass. One — handed applause. I’m sure that will lead to a standing ‘O’ on your part.”

I tried to respond, but my mouth had gone dry. I took a breath, swallowed hard and said, “But, Josh, I have that dinner meeting tonight. Clients. I don’t think I can get out of it.” I felt a wash of sadness over this fact. Josh was offering to provide precisely what my body needed. Now, I’d have to wait.

“No problem. Meet me at lunchtime. At our place.”

Our place. Josh and I have engaged in spanking play since our first date. After flirting for months when we met at various work functions, he had taken me on a supremely traditional first date: dinner and a movie. The movie had featured a fairly softcore discipline scene, but I had enthusiastically squeezed Josh’s hand during that portion of the film. He’d recognized me as a fellow spanking fan right away, and he’d taken me to the alley behind the theater afterward. That was the site of our first spanking play, and when he said “our place,” I understood that’s what he meant.

“I started to breathe harder. I relished every second of what he was dishing out.”

I made excuses to my coworkers as to why I couldn’t join them for lunch. Then I hurried to meet my man.

Josh was already waiting for me. Some couples return repeatedly to a special romantic restaurant. Others take long walks on the beach when lust is in the air. Josh and I engage in kinky spanking games. The thought of what we were about to do had me as wet as always. There is something about being spanked in public that turns me on even more than a normal spanking does. Josh was leaning against the brick wall of the theater looking handsome in his navy blue trench coat, a red scarf around his neck. There was nobody around back here, no reason for anybody to be present.

“Beautiful,” Josh said as I approached. “You always look so remarkably put together.”

I knew by the time we were done, I’d be transformed. Was I sleek and professional right now? A spanking would take care of that in no time. I assumed my position before he even issued the instructions. I put my hands on the cold, chipped bricks and locked my eyes on a crack right in front of my face. Josh petted my ass through the formfitting skirt. I couldn’t help myself. I arched to meet the seductive stroking of his palm. He let one blow land, almost lazily, against my ass. The sensation was muffled by the fabric of my skirt, my panties and my tights beneath. He knew that there was no pain to that smack. That was merely a welcome, a greeting of sorts.

“Take down your skirt,” he said, and his voice had that burn of authority to it that I’ve grown to love.

I unzipped the side of the plaid skirt, and Josh pulled the fabric down for me. Beneath, I was wearing opaque black tights and full — coverage panties in champagne silk. Josh started by spanking me on top of both layers. I kept my palms flat on the wall, and I made no sounds as he let a flurry of blows rain down on me. I recalled our first time back here, when he’d taken me by the wrist and led me to this exact spot. He’d whispered to me, “You liked that. You liked what happened to the woman in the movie. You want what she got.”

Unable to hide my desires, I’d sighed “yes” in response. By taking the position automatically, I’d told him with my body that I wanted what he had to give.

Now, he reached for the waistband of my tights and pulled them down below my bottom cheeks. He continued the spanking on top of my panties. I started to breathe harder. I relished every second of what he was dishing out. The fact that we were in the alley, where someone could spot us at any moment, didn’t worry me. I was more excited by that prospect, and Josh knew this.

“If someone walks by, they’ll know exactly how naughty you are,” he told me, and his voice was like a lullaby.

Finally — dear lord, finally — he pulled my panties down. I was sure my ass was already blush pink from the first volley of spanks. Josh really let me have it then. He spanked me over and over, right cheek, then left cheek, until I was panting

from the power behind his sturdy strokes and he was a little breathless himself.

“What do you want now?” he asked, taking a step back.

“I want you to fuck me,” I said without pause. My pussy was so wet. My body was intensely ready for him.

“You’ll have to wait.”

I turned to look at him over my shoulder in total desperation. Was he serious? How could he do this to me? He’d gotten me all primed and aroused by delivering that spanking. He had to fuck me!

“What do you mean?” I asked in the most submissive tone I could muster. I knew from experience that insisting that Josh do anything wouldn’t go well for me.

“You have a dinner date tonight,” he said. “I’ll spank you and fuck you when you’re finished.”

What a cruel fate this was. Josh simply motioned for me to fix myself. He really wasn’t going to get me off. With trembling fingers, I raked up my panties and tights. Then I adjusted my skirt, zipped the side and tried my best to regain my sense of decorum. I understood full well what my man was doing. He’d given me a spanking ahead of time to whet my sexual appetite for the evening. His trick had definitely worked. I felt practically carbonated inside! Josh planted a luscious kiss on my lips before saying, “I’ll see you tonight, lovely,” and off he went. Back to work.

As I walked out of the alley and returned to the sidewalk, I felt as if I was a wreck. I had to meet clients. I had to do business. But my ass was hot and throbbing, and my cunt was water — park wet.

Oh, poor you, I chided myself. With every ounce of self — control I possessed, I pushed thoughts of spanking from my brain and headed back to the office.

Of course, Josh had other plans. He always does. Almost as soon as I had focused my attention on the advertising spread, my secretary buzzed Josh through. I answered the phone with a shaky voice. He had my heart racing from the first sentence: “You know what’s waiting for you when we get home, don’t you?”

“Oh, yes,” I sighed.

“Say it.”

“You’re going to spank me again.”

“More detail, baby.”

“You’re going to pull down my skirt, take down my panties and tan my ass.” My voice trembled. I was beyond aroused.

“When will you be done with the meeting?” he asked.

“By nine,” I promised him.

“I’ll pick you up at the restaurant,” he said, and that was that.

He didn’t need to call me again. Every time I caught sight of the clock, I’d count down the hours until I could meet up with him. Every time I moved on my chair, I felt aftershocks from that first spanking. But I am nothing if not a professional. I managed to have dinner with my clients, and I was grateful to focus on business rather than what Josh had promised me when I was finished with my work.

By the time I could say my good — byes and head out to meet Josh, my panties were so wet I could have rung them out. He was waiting for me, and he had a look in his eyes that let me know he was as ready as I was. By taunting me, he’d played the same trick on himself. When I glanced at his slacks, I saw that his cock was bone — hard. Weren’t we a perfect match?

In the car, Josh actually took pity on me.

“Take off your tights,” he said.

I slid out of my heels and obeyed his command, working the tights down my thighs, over my calves and off.

“Now, lift your skirt.”

This was more difficult. The pencil skirt hugged my curves. But I did as Josh requested, wriggling until the snug skirt was up to my waist. When we hit a stoplight, Josh put his hand beneath my panties. I groaned and briefly shut my eyes. I couldn’t take it. He was going to make me come. I was going to climax right there in the front seat of Josh’s sedan. I made the mistake of looking out the window, and I met the eyes of the driver in the next car. I bit my lip and felt my cheeks flush. I knew the stranger couldn’t see what Josh was doing to me. But I felt so debauched. Was there any chance that I looked normal? I felt untamed.

With intense effort, I faced forward once more. I did my best to sit up straight, to calm my breathing, to steel myself and behave. Josh was not making it easy on me. When does he ever?

I was surprised when he actually stroked my clit. Usually, Josh makes me wait until after a spanking before he’ll allow me to get off. But maybe he’d realized how turned I was. Maybe he understood that I wasn’t going to be able to wait until after he’d punished me in order to climax. I’d been caught in the vortex of foreplay for more than nine hours! I lolled back in the seat once more, completely abandoning the attempt to behave, feeling the initial burst of ecstasy tear through me.

“That’s my girl,” Josh said softly. “That’s my baby. Coming at the thought of a spanking.”

Josh pulled his hand free and hit the gas as the light changed and I righted my clothing. I sat there in the seat next to him, trembling all over. The climax hadn’t filled me with any sort of relief. The power of the pleasure had simply managed to ramp up my excitement. If Josh could transform me with his words and fingers, just imagine what would happen when he had me over his lap.

We actually managed to make our way into our house before Josh tore my skirt down. My panties came with it, which seemed to be the point. He positioned me in the foyer with my hands on the pale yellow wall. I was facing a small antique mirror that hangs just inside the door. The oval mirror is for last — minute checks before I leave the house. Now, I was staring into my own blue eyes as Josh took his place behind me.

I heard the metallic click of his buckle, and a new set of tremors raced through me. Sometimes Josh only uses his hand, as he had in the alley. Other times he employs his leather belt. And on certain occasions, he uses both. I didn’t dare ask what his plans were for this evening. Josh was the one in charge. He’d make all the important erotic decisions.

He snapped the leather behind me. That’s a ritualistic moment for the two of us. When I hear the leather crack, my pussy positively gushes. I can’t help myself. I know I’m about to receive a spanking, but all the pleasure endorphins seem to wake up and dance in my body. I become hungry for the pain, desperate for the kiss of the belt on my skin, because I know exactly how much bliss will follow shortly after. All the pleasure. Every last drop that Josh can give me.

“He spanked me over and over, right cheek, then left cheek, until I was panting.”

“Hold yourself still,” he admonished.

Had my hips been wagging back and forth? My swaying ass must have been begging him to start. I took a breath and tightened my stance. I would not misbehave. If he wanted me to be still, I’d be still.

“Sweet girl,” he said, and he took a moment to run one big hand over my ass. That made holding myself in check ten times more difficult. Josh understood that. Of course, he did. Teasing me was the point. He wanted to see if I would manage to do what he requested, or if I’d fail him before we even truly began.

I lowered my chin to my chest. I didn’t want to look in my eyes anymore. However, Josh would have none of my false meekness.

“I put you there so you could see yourself,” he said. “I want you to watch your face the whole time. No cheating. No closing your eyes. I want you to witness every second of this.”

On those words, he let the belt land once. I gasped, but I did as he’d instructed. I kept my gaze locked on my own expression. The blow had made my eyes widen. Not from surprise, since I knew what was coming, and not from the pain — he hadn’t struck me that hard. It was mostly, I thought, from the relief that this was finally happening.

He lined up a second blow neatly below the first. I kept staring at my face. Twin circles of heat adorned my cheekbones. My eyes had a glow to them that hadn’t been there before. I was processing the sensations, my body absorbing the sting of the leather and my pussy beginning to spasm, clutching around nothing. Josh whipped me for the third time, and I felt my muscles tighten in my arms. I was bracing myself for however long he’d go, however many lashes he chose to land. I licked my bottom lip. I pushed my chest forward. Josh used his hand again, this time running his palm over my smarting ass cheeks, then darting his fingers between my thighs to feel for my wetness.

The amount of ambrosia that had collected there made him laugh darkly. He knew I was primed and ready to fuck. But there was no way he could be finished, no possible way he’d let me have his cock so quickly.

But I was wrong. I heard the telltale sound of his zipper, and then I felt Josh’s cock pressing against me. He was as hard as I was wet, so maybe this act didn’t have anything to do with my wants and my needs. Maybe Josh could hold back no longer himself. That was a thought I could appreciate. It reminded me once again how well suited we are for one another. He gripped my hip with one hand and plowed into me three times. Aha! I understood this game: three thrusts for three spanks. Then he backed off once more and landed another flurry of sizzling blows intended to heat my rear cheeks to a boiling point.

I waited for the next series of thrusts, but it didn’t come. I looked over my shoulder at Joshua, beseeching him with my eyes to continue. But now he added a new event to the erotic games we were playing. He motioned with his chin for me to drop to my knees, and I obeyed immediately and began to suck his cock. He was slippery — wet with my juices, coated from tip to stern. I bobbed my head on him several times, and he fisted my hair, groaning as he allowed himself to enjoy my mouth.

Then he pushed me back from him and told me to stand up. I was lost in a haze of happiness. The heat from my ass had begun to subside, my pussy was alive with electrical pulses, and my mouth had the flavor of my own sensual juices mixed with the tang of his cock.

Nothing could have felt better, I thought to myself — until it did. He started to spank me with the palm of his hand. He evenly distributed the blows, a smack to my left cheek, a smack to my right. I felt a copious wave of wanton wetness flow from my pussy once more. The tops of my thighs were drenched. When he started to fuck me again, he’d find out for himself exactly how amped up he’d made me.

And fuck me he did. He seemed almost unable — incapable — of keeping himself from being inside me. After making my bottom burn with his firm palm, he held on to my hips and began to fuck me once more. This time, however, I sensed we were going to take this ride to the end.

“Touch yourself,” he said, his voice a gravelly growl. “Go on. Stroke that pretty pussy of yours. I want to come with you.”

I reached one hand down and began to slowly run my fingers up and down my split. I felt that if I worked myself with any serious pressure, I’d come too soon and climax before he did. And clearly Josh wanted this to be explosive for the two of us — a simultaneous orgasm to go down in the history books.

I felt his pace speed up, and I ground my hips back against him, helping him delve as deeply inside me as possible. My fingers were whirring against my clit. I was strumming myself so fast that my hand was practically a blur. Josh hissed, “Now!” and I let myself go. I could feel him reaching his own climax, jamming against me and then staying sealed like that as he emptied his load inside me. I found that I was staring into the mirror again, seeing my reflection as if looking at a stranger’s face. Who was the girl with lust in her eyes? Who was that man behind her with the expression of total satisfaction stamped on his handsome features?

Josh smiled at me in the mirror and withdrew. I found my discarded clothing, and we made our way into the bedroom. I stripped off the rest of my clothes, and Josh joined me, naked on the bed. We slept the sleep of two lovers who had reached their utter limits.

He had given me two spankings that day. Knowing Josh, I would receive more in the very near future. He always knows when I need it — always manages to give me a spanking just in the nick of time.

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