Adventures of a Spanking Addict (Wicked Leather) (2 page)

Renee and I exchanged glances, and I knew what was next.
 I put all the glasses down, and lit up some soft candlelight.  I
smiled and looked at Amanda and told her, “Its Renee’s turn now.”  Though
she seemed a bit timid, she reached down and began to stroke Renee’s pussy.
 I kissed Renee deeply and began sucking on her breasts.  Her nipples
were so hard and pointy.  Amanda slipped her fingers into her and began
moving them back and forth.  Soon Renee was purring and her hips were moving
in rhythm.  Amanda, curious, leaned over and tasted her.  She found
Renee’s clit and began sucking on it while continuing the in and out movement
of her fingers.  Renee screamed as she orgasmed, and fell back on the bed
shaking.  
We were all exhausted from the lovemaking.  I was oblivious
to the time it was, as we all curled up and fell asleep together on the huge
bed.  Three astounding beauties sprawled out naked and curled up in each
other’s arms.  There was no telling how long we had slept; we were so over-come
by the effects of all the wine.  I remember hearing a slight noise, and
struggling to open my eyes.  There was a shadowy figure in the doorway and
I sat straight up, and there was Daniel.  He was grinning at the sight of
us.  It was obvious through his slacks that he was as hard as he had ever
been, and in one hand he held a paddle.  The other girls were starting to
stir, and seen him there too.

All he could do is grin, smack his
paddle on his hand, and asked, “Which of you naughty girls are getting spanked
first?”

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It was late the following evening
when Daniel called.

“How’s my little one?” he asked.

“I’m fine. Finally getting over
last night.”

“Oh, do you remember that I stopped
by?” He antagonized me playfully.

Of course, I remembered.  Daniel
had caught us all in a drunken compromising situation and handled it with
ease.  Though he playfully smacked our bottoms, in our conditions he was not
the type to take advantage.  He tucked us all in, and told us goodnight.  As I
had fallen asleep, I heard him lock the door behind him and wondered, even if
briefly, if I would be punished for my conduct.

“Do you think you could come by for
breakfast in the morning?”

“Of course,” I smiled, thinking I
would finally get a well-deserved spanking. 

It’s the anticipation.  It was the
anticipation of being spanked that excited me.  The spankings themselves, even
though they hurt something fierce, were sensual; but it was in the anticipation
of expected pain, mixed pleasure, that truly pushed my buttons.  I fell asleep
picturing myself over Daniel’s lap, my bottom exposed with his arm firmly
holding me in securely.

I woke early excited to see Daniel.  Tempting fate I
dared to dress provocatively innocent in a button front dress.
What am I
thinking? Such a tease.
I thought to myself as I dared to undo the top two
buttons while looking in the mirror.  The desires he awoke in me created such a
need that I no longer cared about my usual shyness.  I took in the sight of
this new woman I was becoming, and with a flare of fire in my eyes; I brushed
out my hair and smiled in the reflection.

The thrill of the anticipation made the 20 minute
drive to Daniel’s seem like minutes.  As I pulled in his drive, a warmth
covered me just from the knowing that I was about to finally get my wishes. I
ran to the door, to my fix, to Daniel.

“Good morning, Chloe.” He smiled as he opened the
door.

I threw my arms around his neck, reaching up to kiss
him hard on the lips.  His lips parted meeting my intense demands, as one arm
circled around me and the other closed the door.  I felt so in control,
thrilled that my needs were going to be met, powerful.  And then as my lips
pulled away, looking for satisfaction in my demands, instead he smiled.

“What a way to say good morning.”

“Good morning.” A barely audible whisper escaped my
lips.  Suddenly, I felt transparent, completely naked in my motives.

He put his arms around me and walked with me into
the kitchen.  It smelled like baked muffins and fresh coffee, but there was no
sign of anything cooking.  The kitchen was spotless.

“I have something special in mind, would you like
some coffee?”

“Yes, thank you.” I replied as I walked around the
corner to the dining room. “What are we having for breakfast?”

Just as I asked the question, Daniel appeared from
behind the corner carrying a cup of coffee and a long black scarf.  He had a
wicked smile that slowly crossed his face and his dark eyes gleamed.

“It’s a surprise.” He said. “That is, if you’re
game.”

“I’m game.” I could barely hide my joy in my reply.
I
would finally get a spanking!

With that, Daniel put the coffee down and reached
over to brush my hair back from my face.  His lips touched mine briefly as he
slid the long scarf slowly up the side of my arm, pulling it around my neck.
With both hands he pulled me in close, bearing down hard, nearly taking my
breath away.

“Are you sure?” He slipped behind me and pulled the
scarf around my eyes, tying it securely behind my head.

“Yes.” I almost whispered as the room became pitch
black, it was if the darkness equated to some type of hushed silence.

He held securely onto my hands, never letting me
think I was alone. 

“I’m going to tie your hands together with this
rope.” Daniel whispered into my ear, as I felt him pull the soft cord across my
hands and wrists.  “Then I’m going to have you sit on this stool.”

“I can’t see the stool.” I giggled hoping to illicit
a swat of the hand.

Daniel pulled the rope secure, and grabbed me tight
against his chest. His armed wrapped fully around me tightly controlling my
every step, as he leaned forward, his hot breath on my neck, he whispered in my
ear.

“Let me help you with that.”

As he moved me firmly but gently several steps over
and to the side, he then lifted me slightly to sit on the tall stool.  Daniel
kissed me softly as he pulled away, his firm grip never leaving my bound hands.
He pulled them up above my head, and continued to kiss me softly; it was dark,
romantic, and electric as if in a dream.  As he pulled away, I tugged,
realizing too late that my hands had been secured above my head, and now I was
bound, and blindfolded. Then the door slammed shut.

I kicked violently forward, only to hear the sounds
of a door directly in front of me.
Oh my God, he’s tied me in the closet!
What the fuck!

“So you thought you’d get punished and get a
spanking for going out with the girls.” He said through the door.

“Fuck you.” I kicked the door. I suddenly realized I
was not getting what I expected.

“Maybe you need some time to think about it.”

Everything was quiet.  I couldn’t hear anything
either.  I pulled at my ropes and could not get free.  I listened for any
sound, and I couldn’t hear a thing. He was right; I had gotten out of hand,
acted out and pursued him to get my own way. He couldn’t keep me here forever,
I can just apologize, and I can go home.
He is insane. Maybe a spanking
isn’t punishment if you enjoy it, but no, this is punishment. Making me think
in the dark.
I kicked the door again.
What is he thinking?

The door opened and I could smell pancakes and
bacon. 

“Are you ready for breakfast?”

“Are you going to untie me first?” I asked.

“No.”  He was matter of fact. “I can help you out.”

He leaned in kissing me with the taste of butter and
maple syrup on his lips. I melted.

“Ok.” I said, kissing him back. “Thank you.”

His finger traced a trail from my lips to my chest
as he stopped and started to undo the buttons on my dress.

“I wouldn’t want to ruin your dress.”

Any doubts I had suddenly washed away.  Daniel was
magic, and he played the game of anticipation well. I would learn not only to
anticipate spankings but other exotic games at his pleasure.

“Open.” He said as I opened wide, not knowing what
to expect. 

The syrup dripped down the front of my chest as he
gave me a bite of pancakes.  Daniel’s tongue ran down catching the sticky syrup
from running into my navel and followed the trail up and to my lips. 

“Why don’t you tell me about your other fantasies.” whispered
Daniel. “I can help make them come true.”

It was hard to deny his request between bites of
chocolate covered bananas, pancakes, and bacon.  He continued to kiss fervently
up and down the front of my body, licking up any missed syrup, and pinching my
nipples.
Oh God, tell him.  Tell him anything. 
My mind was a
merry-go-round of explosions in sync with the reactions of my body. I had to
confess.

“Umm.  Handcuffs?” I asked nervously testing the
waters.

He shoved another bite of pancakes in my mouth. 
Why
doesn’t he just spank me and get this torture over with?

“Handcuffs, to tie you up with? Like you are now?”
he growled in my ear. I couldn’t gauge his reactions in the dark; I didn’t know
how to respond. I opened my mouth to answer, and he filled it with a bite of
buttery pancakes.

“MMmmm.”

“Yes, what else? What else did you have in mind?”

“Tie me up?” I gasped as he pinched my nipples. I
was a bundle of nerves, not knowing what to say, and willing to say anything to
lead to a spanking.

“What? You can tell me,” he breathed into the
darkness. I wanted to scream out every dirty naughty thing I had ever thought
about. I wanted him to know all my darkest secrets, even the shameful ones.
Most of all, I wanted him to spank me and now.

“Maybe with two men,” I whispered, almost inaudibly.
Waiting in the dark for the terrifying smack I had previously sweetly
anticipated. Anticipation killed is like hope gone wrong. The blackness and
silence screamed louder at my mind, than my insides screamed for the sound of
relief. A single swat.

Daniel’s lips touched mine, parting, softly
demanding my attention as his hands slid down my shoulders to my waist.  I
ached and yearned for him to take me. His closeness in the space of the closet
I could feel his hardness, he too was filled with desire.  In a twist and tug,
I heard a rip through the silence, and a sudden coolness between my legs. 
He
ripped off my panties! Oh, yes!

“That’s what you really want?”  his voice was low.
“Tell me.”

His fingers slipped between my legs and pushed into
me.  I melted off the edge of the chair hanging with my body quivering,
attached to his fingers, still covered in sticky syrup.

“Ohh, yes!” I screamed out, in passionate shameful
lust.
Did I just say that? I just wanted a spanking.

“You’ll get your wish then, you naughty girl. As
punishment, you won’t get your spanking today.”

The door slammed shut.

Daniel’s lesson in the closet was a hard one. He
left me breathless, wanting, and confused. I had admitted a fantasy in hopes of
getting a spanking I felt I had already deserved, and yet as punishment, it
never came.  There is a sweet agony in unfulfilled anticipation, when lust is
satisfied.  I was left with the taste of maple syrup in my mouth, and the
realization that I would do anything to satisfy my own urges.

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“You know your safeword, don’t you?” 

“Yes, Sir.” 

“Make sure you use it if you become uncomfortable or
you feel you can’t handle this.” 

“Yes, Daniel.  I know,” I said, looking into his
eyes for reassurance.  I knew I had asked for this.  I wanted to be with him
and another man.  I had never done this before, but it was a fantasy I had been
having for many years.  I was going to finally have it, and Daniel was going to
be with me.  He would make sure I was safe.  I looked up again into his eyes,
and was assured that all would be fine.

After my confession, I was sure that Daniel was
doing this just to please me.  Usually it was I who always made sure that I
pleased him.  This time though, he wanted to make me happy, to please me and
make one of my fantasies come true…or so I thought. 

“Tonight is for you, my pet.  It’s for you to live
out one of your own fantasies, a young beautiful woman who has much to live. 
Are you ready to have your way tonight?” 

I gasped as I looked at him.  I couldn't believe
what I was hearing.  He only let me think this was what I wanted.  I nervously looked
over at his friend Gary, embarrassed to have this conversation in front of him.