Rick was definitely her man. “I’ll spank you quite soundly,” he said, “while you wiggle, squirm and beg me to quit.” Already she was wound tight with desire.

I love spanking. I love reading  about it, fantasizing about it, dreaming about it, thinking about it. Nothing gives me greater pleasure than being spanked, especially when it is done briskly and finnly, as an invitation to loving. Fortunately, I have found a lover who enjoys this aspect of foreplay as much as I do.

I met Rick when I placed a personal ad in a spanking newsletter. We started as correspondents only, and gradually we exchanged phone numbers and became very good friends. We talked about everything in our lives, with the common ground always our interest in spanking. In time we began to tell each other fantasies over the phone, and one night he whispered one of mine that I had never confessed to anyone. When I gasped, he knew and continued it, completely enveloping me in his story. I knew I had to meet him.

We arranged a meeting. We also agreed to begin playing out our fantasies. It was wonderful for a while, but then we knew that we wanted more. Fortunately I had an opportunity to move closer to where he lived, so now our titillating dreams have become a reality. We act out our spanking fantasies mostly on weekends.

Last weekend, for example, Rick called me from his office and requested that I dress for dinner and meet him at the mall. He said he would like me to wear a full skirt, a sweater, pumps with at least three-inch heels, garters and hose, and no panties. His voice dropped and, very seductively, he added, “I want you to be available to me at any time tonight.”

I shivered. Already I was damp with desire. Rick went on to say, “After dinner we will go back to the house and I’ll have you hold up your skirt so I can see how pretty you are. Then I’ll have you place yourself between my knees, and I’ll position your bottom over my knee. I’ll hold you firmly with one arm and anchor your legs with my own. Next I’ll spank you quite soundly while you wiggle, squirm, squeal and beg me to quit. When your bottom is quite red and warm …. ” His voice trailed off before he added, “Take a cab to the mall. I have a big surprise for you before dinner.”

I stood, stunned, and continued to hold the receiver even though Rick had already hung up. He always has that effect on me. He and I both knew that I would be dressed exactly as he’d requested.

As the appointed time drew near, chose my outfit carefully. I had a silk paisley skirt and a soft pink sweater that matched one of the colors in the skirt. I knew it was the right outfit for the evening. The skirt was full, and I could guess why Rick had suggested that. I smiled to myself as I wondered what the surprise would be.

I went to my Lingerie drawer and chose my pink garter belt and pink hose as well as a pink slip and bra. I picked up the filmy panties that matched the set and fingered the lacy applique. I thought back to the first night I went out the door without them. I had felt like such a naughty little girl as I stood with my hand on the doorknob, but then I laughed, shook my head and walked out into a breeze that caressed my bare bottom under my skirt.

Rick never disappointed, and as I headed toward the bathroom, I wondered what we would do at the mall. I knew it would be exc.iting.

The shower only heightened my already aroused state, and I lingered under the warm water. My breasts felt tight, and my insides ached for what was to come. After tormenting myself for too long under the stream of water, I dried off with a fluffy towel and babied my body for my lover. The body lotion felt sensuous on my skin, and I smiled as I sprayed perfume on my wrists and neck before putting it on my knees, my thighs and the crease under my bottom.

I gazed at myself in the mirror as I hooked the garter belt behind me and then sat down to ease the stockings up my legs. I love the feel of hosiery and lingerie silk. This night my attention was focused on my bottom as I sat on the furry dressing stool. I tightened the muscles involuntarily, because I couldn’t stop thinking about the spanking, and I was already loving what would follow.

I fastened my bra next and reached for my slip. Standing, I held my slip up and stared at my reflection in the mirror — my face was flushed — and then I hurried into my skirt and sweater.

Rick likes very little makeup and I don’t need much with my clear skin, so after I caressed my face with a bit of moisturizer, it was just a touch of eye shadow and mascara and a little blush and lipstick that did the trick. My hair is cut in a simple style too, even though it is long and curly. It dries by itself in a cascade down my back. After adding my little gold earrings and a gold chain, I was dressed to the nines, ready to meet Rick.

As I waited for the cab, I remembered all the times I’d been without my panties with a spanking promised, and I shivered in happy anticipation.

When I finally arrived at the mall, I wandered down to the appointed bench, which faces a very exclusive lingerie boutique. I think it tickles Rick to have me wait for him where I can look at pretty panties. I love to see the new items and know that I’ll return another time to fill my drawers with more of the sexy selections.

I waited and watched as shoppers walked past, wondering if they would be shocked if they knew about my uncovered bottom. I tried to keep my mind off my date, because if I didn’t, I knew the first thing I’d do when Rick appeared would be to beg him to take me home and start the evening with a bang.

A single red rose appeared before me, and I looked up to see Rick. I accepted his offering with a smile and a tingling sensation ran up my spine. “What a nice surprise. Thank you.” I raised my face for his kiss and wished that I could move, but I am not supposed to rise until he tells me to. I know the rules, and I obey them.

“Oh, that’s not the surprise, Angel,” Rick said as he took my hand and pulled me from my seat. As he leaned down for a quick kiss, his hand cupped my bottom. He gave it a squeeze before he propelled me toward the lingerie boutique.

Once inside, he asked the girl behind the counter if there was a place where he could join me while I tried on clothing. The girl sputtered, looked as embarrassed as I felt and stammered that we could use the office. Rick went from one display to another and chose a royal-blue teddy, a mint-green garter belt and panties and a gauzy blue see-through wrap-around robe. I was quiet even though I was jumping up and down inside. Another dream of mine — a man taking me shopping and choosing what he would enjoy. Did Rick guess, or was this one of his fantasies, too? At last, with his arms full of lingerie, he had the girl direct us to the office. Once inside and with the door closed, Rick told me to strip.

I trembled as I undressed. An office is very different from a dressing room. When I stood, completely nude, before him, he walked over to me. He hooked me about the waist so that I was bent under his arm. I felt his hand between my legs. l had been in this position before. Rick liked it for a quick hand spanking.

“Rick, please … someone will hear!” I frantically protested.

“Who’s in charge, Angel?"·

J swallowed. I really didn’t want him to spank me with a clerk outside. Although I was intrigued, I wanted privacy. I ground out between gritted teeth, “You

are.”

“Right.” The fingers between my legs began to wiggle. He gave a little laugh. I moaned, and my dampness increased. Then I felt a smack. Was it as loud as a gun shot? Co1,1ld everyone in the mall hear? Would everyone know? Another smack landed on my other cheek. Both were stingers, and then Rick’s hand kneaded my bottom. My legs grew rubbery, and I was nearly sobbing with need before he stopped and straightened me up.

“Let’s see this one,” Rick said as he held up the blue teddy.

I complied and looked around for the mirror as Rick grinned at me. “You don’t need a mirror. These are for me. I’ll decide how they look.”

I dressed and undressed for him eight times before he decided to buy everything he had originally chosen. Before I had a chance to put on my own clothing, Rick crooked a finger at me, and I stepped into his arms. His hand wandered down my back and onto my buttocks. He clasped me to him, grinding me against him. I could feel his response to me, and I whimpered. In seconds he had seated me on the desk and unfastened his belt, opened his pants and slipped into me. I couldn’t swallow my response. It was too right and I had waited too long. It was quick, explosive and thorough. We ended the embrace as quickly as we had begun it. Rick withdrew as I moaned and wistfully whispered, “Let’s go home.”

“Are you trying to take charge?” Rick asked with a deep, dominant tone.

“No! No! I just want you again!”

“Angel, you have to eat. With the night I have planned for you and your tender ass, you’11 need all your energy.”

I nodded. I didn’t want to eat — at least not food. I wanted him again that very minute. I also wanted my spanking — a good one. I wanted everything that privacy would allow us. It was hardly fair of him to give me just a taste. But I also knew better than to protest.

“Get dressed.” Rick leaned against the door.

I couldn’t look at him as I fumbled my way into my clothes. I knew he would see my desire and make me wait even longer.

Dinner was a sweet torture, and Rick took his time. I fidgeted until he told me to eat. After his second coffee and paying the check, we went back to the car. Softly Rick said, “Pull up that skirt and sit on your bare bottom.”

I obeyed, wiggling against the soft velour. Rick’s hand slipped up my skirt and between my thighs. I moved to accommodate him. Slowly he stroked my pussy until I was smoldering. As the car slowed, I looked up and groaned. We were in front of his office. Rick knew that I was disappointed — he likes to heighten my desire until I can take no more. After parking, he came around the car and .said, “Raise your dress as you climb out.”

As I followed his directions and rose into his arms, I was grateful for the privacy of darkness. He turned me and walked me into his office. At his desk, he told me to bend over. With my upper body and head resting on the desk, my bottom was ready and begging for a spanking. He slapped each cheek a couple of times. “Stay.”

I waited in suspense. At last he was back with a long wooden ruler. I knew from past experience that it had a real sting. Rick walked up to me, and I closed my eyes. I held my breath and gasped as the ruler fell. By the fourth lick, I was squealing and wiggling. Rick put a hand on my back and held me in place. I kicked my feet and pleaded, but he didn’t stop until he was satisfied that I had been thoroughly aroused.

My bottom was hot and ready. My writhing and squirming always intensifies a sumptuous orgasm. In seconds I heard the zipper of his pants and the jingling of money in his pockets, and I knew he was about to enter me. I sighed with relief. Just to feel him pulsating in me is incendiary.

He pressed his abdomen against my striped bottom as I captured him tightly within me. I quivered and my inner muscles grasped his penis, wanting never to release him. A hot bottom, a dripping vagina and a stiff cock — what more could I ask? Both of us were straining and reaching for paradise. But at my first shudder, he withdrew, slapped my bottom and said, “Come on.”

“Oh, Rick, please!” I straightened and turned, my arms out, beseeching him to finish with me.

He walked out of the room, and I followed. I was aquiver and aching, and I lifted my skirt as I slid into the car. This time my bottom had the welts from the ruler to contend with, but my pussy was so overheated that all my concentration focused on filling it up with my lover’s cock. As the car left the parking lot, Rick’s hand zoomed into its normal spot, and I resumed gasping and whimpering until we reached his home.

Once inside, Rick led me to the bedroom and pulled a straight-back chair from a corner. He sat down and crooked a finger at me, and I walked over to him. He opened his knees, and I moved between them. Rick eased me over one knee and, as he lifted my skirt, clamped the other leg over one of mine. His left arm gripped my waist, and I knew that we had finally come to the main event. His hand descended and I yowled and jumped, but he paid no attention. I kicked my free leg and drummed the toes of the other foot on the floor. I pounded the floor with my fists as the smacks landed rapidly. Then Rick stopped and rubbed my angry red bottom flesh. I waited in anticipation.

The spanking resumed, and just as my frenzied begging reached its peak, he slipped his hand between my legs. His thumb entered me, and I moaned as one of his fingers played with my clitoris. I bounced on his knee, and my bottom met new smacks that sent me over the edge of an orgasm. I was ready for anything, and he knew it. My desire was heightened so much that I became brazen. I got off Rick’s lap and rolled onto the floor. My skirt was already slipping off, so I tore it from my body. I lay there, looking up at Rick with a mischievous glint in my eye. Slipping my hand down over my flushed body, I pushed my fingers deep into my pussy and felt its slippery warmth. I moaned and writhed with pleasure as I opened my lips further to directly caress my sensitive clitoris.

Rick looked down at me and said, “I could do much better.” In a flash he was upon me, and his lips fastened themselves to my cunt. The rug beneath my tender bottom irritated me, but Rick’s tongue dove in and out of my pussy so fast and furiously that it really didn’t matter. His loving mouth sucked at and his tongue swirled around my pink and throbbing clitoris. The warmth of another orgasm spread from my feet up through my whole body, and just as my muscles started to go into spasms, Rick tore off his pants and maneuvered himself on top of me, his solid erection looming thickly above my moaning mouth.

He left my cunt only to mutter, “Suck it,” and I gladly obeyed. His tongue went back to work, and my mouth engulfed his cock. The pleasuring movements of our lips, teeth and tongues were all I thought of as our muffled cries filled the room. I released Rick’s shaft from my mouth only to ask him to fuck me with it. I wanted his cock in my cunt, and in seconds he had me on my back on the bed, where we joyously merged. Even as we coupled, Rick was panting and pulling my sweater off. We were a messy tangle of clothing and bodies as we strained toward our explosive climaxes. He filled me and I screamed. His piston-like motions caused me to grab at him and pull him closer. I knew that, together, we had reached our zenith.