Alistair’s locked in his bloody den again! Not that Nadine I’d really been looking forward to Nick’s visit. We’d been flirting online for months, spending hour after hour exchanging lewd suggestions in our favourite chatroom, then private conversations on MSN and even a couple of long filthy phone calls in the wee small hours. He loved telling me about all the naughty thoughts he’d been having and I had just as much fun telling him how I’d punish him for being such a very, very bad boy.
It had quickly reached the stage when just seeing his name in the “Online” list got me horny and I’d lost count of the number of times I’d got to bed later than planned because of talking to him or been a few minutes late for work because I just couldn’t tear myself away from the sexy chat we were having.
Flirting online is fun, but it’s no match for the real thing.
There comes a point when you have to know if the fantasy is matched by the reality. I’d reached that point weeks before and had been seriously frustrated while my sense of caution battled the libido. Eventually the libido had won and I’d shuffled a few things round in my calendar to free up a weekend. I told him I’d be home with nothing planned and he was welcome to come over, he said he couldn’t wait. He wasn’t kidding. I’d been home from work less than hour when he was knocking on my door.
He was exactly like his photos, a big hunk of a man with sexy broad shoulders, deep blue eyes and a warm friendly smile that did a lot more than hint at the wicked mind he’d already shown me, very nice indeed. “Nick! Hi!” I exclaimed.
“I wasn’t expecting you until the morning.” “I got off early and figured why wait,” came the reply. The look on his face and the way his eyes were checking out every curve made it obvious that he was hoping that we’d both be getting off again soon. Normally I’d have been uneasy about such an obvious show of lust, but to be honest I was as fired up as he was. No need to let him know that straight away though.
He got a welcoming hug and a quick kiss, and I gave up on the plans for a proper tidy around and sorting something a bit more fancy for dinner. It took just a few minutes to get him settled on the sofa with a cold cider while I did the few bits that couldn’t be completely forgotten.
Nick seemed unimpressed when I didn’t just drop everything because he was there. He said he wasn’t bothered about clean sheets on the bed, didn’t care that I had to find the ingredients of the next day’s dinner from the darkest recesses of the freezer and was almost getting cranky when I had to log on and send a few emails. I could have cut a few corners and given him my undivided attention quicker, but I wasn’t going to. There are more ways than one to be naughty and earn a punishment and Nick was about to find out that bad boys get what they deserve.
So the chores were done properly and without rushing and when they were done, rather than joining him on the sofa for a drink and a cuddle, I whisked us both out of the house and off to the half decent, but not too expensive, restaurant on the edge of town.
When the waitress came to take our order, I ordered the simple burger with a crisp Caesar salad.
“And for sir?” she asked.
“Oh, he won’t be eating,” I said, snatching the menu from Nick’s hands. “He’s been a very bad boy today.” Nick’s jaw almost hit the floor. The waitress looked stunned. But I looked him straight in the eye and the smile on my face dared him to argue. I watched him struggle for a while, but then he nodded his acceptance and looked down in embarrassment.
Bemused by this exchange, all the waitress could say was: “And to drink?” “Diet Coke for me. He’ll have a glass of water, no ice.” The waitress shrugged and with a final confused she gathered up our menus and walked away.
“What the fuck are you playing at?” demanded Nick as soon as she was out of earshot. “I can’t believe you just did that!” “No swearing!” I told him. “Unless you want me to take you into the toilets and wash your mouth out with soap. If you are planning on spending this weekend with me, you WILL treat me with respect.” “Yes, mistress!” he whispered. There was a real tremor in his voice, and I smiled to see how his resistance was crumbling. He was already submitting to my commands as though it was natural.
I enjoyed the feeling of power for a moment or two and then leaned over to speak to him, this time softly and kindly.
“If you are really hungry and you promise to be very good from now on, you can have some dinner.” “I think I’d be too embarrassed to eat now!” Nick replied, and I watched as a deep red blush infused his cheeks.
I savoured my dinner that night, relishing every mouthful as Nick watched and occasionally swigged at his glass of water. All of the wait staff came past to check everything was okay – no doubt our waitress had been gossiping and they all wanted to watch this sexy hunk of a man being held in check by a woman. His gaze followed every single mouthful and I’m sure I caught a couple of whimpers as a particularly juicy morsel caused me to lick my lips.
I finished every scrap, and it was just a matter of seconds before the unusually attentive waitress was whisking the plate away and asking if we wanted anything else. I asked to see the dessert menu and couldn’t resist a chuckle as Nick let out a low moan of desire.
I took a while to reach my decision. “I’m going to have the chocolate torte.” I eventually stated. “Nick here will get his dessert when I get him home.” The waitress giggled and Nick blushed crimson. I kicked off a shoe and let my foot reach out to his groin. Judging by how hard he was, he was definitely looking forward to dessert.
I quickly snatched my foot away, but not without provoking another unmistakable whimper.
When the dessert arrived, Nick’s expression was priceless.
There was a thick slice of heavy dark chocolate torte, a small mound of ice cream, a swirl of sauce and a scattering of succulent redcurrants. It looked almost too good to eat.
Another soft moan escaped his lips. Could it possibly be that he wanted the chocolate almost as much as he wanted the rest of his punishment? He was practically drooling.
I sliced through the torte and dragged the sliver through the sauce and the ice cream. “Open your mouth” I commanded and Nick smiled and opened wide. It was a superb dessert and his eyes closed in ecstasy at the taste. “Good?” I asked and he nodded his response. “Shame you haven’t been good enough to enjoy more of it,” I teased.
Again I savoured every last morsel. It was even harder for him to watch quietly knowing how divinely rich that slab of chocolate was, how sweet the ice cream and how deliciously sharp and tangy the sauce. As I scooped up one of the redcurrants and dangled it in front of my mouth, I couldn’t resist another tease. “I love redcurrants” I told him “They are so sweet and juicy and exactly the colour your arse will be when I finish spanking it tonight.” I hadn’t noticed the waitress standing just behind me, but her choke at my words sent that rosy blush over Nick’s cheek’s again.
I saved the last spoonful for Nick and served it to him with a juicy redcurrant perched right on top, reminding him that his punishment wasn’t over.
Within a minute of arriving back at my place, he was over my lap with his trousers round his knees as I delivered the spanking we were both waiting for. First a few brisk spanks with my hand to warm him up and start the reddening, enough on its own to have him moaning a few times and grinding his cock into my thigh, but that was just the start. I reached for my trusty leather paddle and pounded that sexy bottom until it was as rosy as the redcurrant from the restaurant. He was writhing so much that my skirt soon rucked up and left his cock brushing against the lace tops of my stockings; it was clear that my new friend knew just how to take his punishment. I kept up a steady rhythm until the redness was seamless across his buttocks and didn’t fade between strokes. Then it was time for a change of pace and I drizzled a small trickle of massage oil onto his bruised flesh and gently rubbed it in. His cock was rock hard now and twitching against my thigh leaving a trail of pre-cum on my stocking top.
“You really are a very naughty boy.” I told him as I reached for a new paddle. My hand closed on the beautiful antique hairbrush I keep on my dresser, solid oak with a beautiful inlay. It looked wonderful, and I knew it felt even better. Nick looked up as I stroked the rich wood and tried to brace himself for the inevitable, but there was no preparing for what was to come. He yelped like an injured puppy when the wood smacked into his soft, already rosy bottom. His cry of pain and surprise had barely faded when the next blow landed followed by another and another until his arse was afire and the air was full of cries and profanity.
However loud the protests, his cock was growing harder with every strike. I rained blows on him harder and faster, escalating to a frenzied pace. His cock ground into my thighs with equal enthusiasm and he bucked in perfect synchronisation with my rhythm as I landed the brush time and again against his throbbing cheeks.
He cried and whimpered and thrashed with every stroke, growing wilder and wilder until at last he could hold back no more. Tears streamed down his face, his arse glowed crimson and his cock gushed jets of hot sticky cum all over my lap as he let loose a deep throaty cry that was almost a scream.
I pulled him into a tight embrace. Nick sobbed for a good few minutes, blurting out an apology through the tears and burrowing into my shoulder as the sensations slowly subsided.
He tried to talk, but his voice was hoarse from the yelping and wailing and so I held him in silence until the shaking stopped and he was resting in my arms.
“You know why you had to be punished?” I asked, and he nodded. “And you know that if you’re bad again I’ll have to punish you again?” Again the nod. “And you want to be good?” Another nod. “Then come here,” I said and pulled him towards me for a long overdue kiss.
Such sweet kisses, there was no mistaking the hunger we felt for each other. The need for more was undeniable. We clung together, grasping at each other and pressing closer and closer together. Soon our hands and mouths began to explore every new curve of each others bodies.
“I promised you dessert” I whispered as my dress was slid off and dropped on the floor. “You can have chocolate cake, ice cream or me …” “No contest!” he replied, smiling wickedly as he slowly slid my panties down my legs.” You’ve given me my just desserts and now you’re going to get yours.
Erotiske noveller skrevet af Carol