Starbucks and Spanks
written by:
EroticTails

Starbucks was crowded that day, unusually so. Perhaps as it was the first real day of sunshine we've had in a few weeks; the sun had been out before, but not at temperatures that encouraged a bit of skin to show. Today, a lot of skin was showing - cleavages, thighs, backs and midriffs. It was a good day to be sipping one's iced coffee and surveying the pretty scene arrayed.

Yes, I am a man and I notice these things. Perhaps more so, because for the last year, my wife has been living away from me more often than not; she received this fabulous career offer out of state, so she took it and we have opted to survive, sans each other's company.

When she's away, I miss her warmth and snuggles at night. I miss her laughter and smiles. Mostly, I miss that mischievous spark that singes her eyebrows every time she gets that look in her eye. It's been too long since I felt her skin next to mine.

Before she left, I told her, in all seriousness, when away, you are free to be/do whatever you wish. I love you and trust you - I know you will work your ass off so I've no qualms if you want to play your ass off as well. She smiled, knowing how much I loved her ass.

"No way, I love you, am in love with you, my ass is yours."

"I know that... and I also know that you love to tease, flirt and play. It is what I love about you, your vitality, with me and everyone else. You cannot work hard and not play hard too... I know you."

She smiled again, "You do know me well."

"I would hope so after ten years of marriage, that a modicum of awareness about your essence and what drives you would be clearly divulged."

Thus, our lives had been transcripted to travel two roads that at times converge, but most times divert. Not the easiest way to live, I'll admit.

My reverie stopped, abruptly, as I watched this petite, solidly curvaceous woman step up to the counter to order her coffee, or tea, or whatever. I'm not sure what it was about her that caught my attention. Perhaps it was the way she carried herself, oozing strength and confidence and yet, something else too; a darker or perhaps hidden aspect - I know not yet. Or how her delightful ass showed off the frilly skirt with all sorts of sea creatures swimming about; the curve of her hips and the sway of the skirt left much to my imagination... I was but five feet away and could not help but imagine what it might look like...

As she awaited her treat to be customized to her exacting specification, I had the pleasure of discreetly observing her. Her black V-necked blouse, lovingly encasing her ample breasts which appeared to be a natural endowment. Her ruby red lips, recalled for me, the famed Rocky Horror lips and thought I could not see her eyes, I imagined them being of a darker hue, as her flowing, brunette, shoulder-length hair suggested.

Her Venti drink came and as luck would provide, she sat down in the plush brown neo Italian leather chair that was situated opposite mine, one of the four that were arrayed around the now unlit fireplace that provided heat on the colder days that were, for the moment, relegated to the recent past.

As she sat, she looked at me and smiled, proceed to put her coffee atop the table aside, bent one leg under and situated herself in a comfortable position before reaching for her book, The Ocean at the End of the Lane. I'm not familiar with the book but it wasn't long before it was clear how engrossed in the tale she was, only stopping to take sips of her drink from time to time. I returned to my computer and proceeded with my novice attempt at penning erotica, something to pass my time, when not a slave to my daily vocation.

About fifteen minutes passed and I heard the buzzing of a cellphone nearby, which brought me back to reality. I looked up, it seemed to belong to the cute fish-loving lass (as I came to think of her) from across the rug. She answered.

"Hello, oh hi, how are you?" As smile lit up her countenance.

"What, no... your kidding me." Her smile, just as quickly faded into a smirk/frown.

She rubbed her brow with the palm of her hand, "This is the second time you've done this." Clearly this call was not going well from the look of exasperation on her face.

With a curt courtesy, "Perhaps, this is not meant to be, take care." She abruptly pulled the phone away from her ear and clearly ‘stabbed' the off button and dropped the phone on the table. She allowed her head to fall back on the chair and took a very long, deep breath, took her now closed book from her lap and placed it on the table, pulled her leg out from under her, arched her back and then sighed, deeply and seemingly resigned.

"Pardon my intrusion, but I cannot help but notice that you seem, at once, both content and miserable. Are you OK?"

Her head popped off the chair, her unexpectedly and deeply blue eyes took in the specter of the stranger from whence an unbidden intrusion pierced her, til now, enforced solitude. She contemplated...

And smiled, in that way when you do not want to offend someone with what you are really thinking, "What an interesting observation, how so?"

"How could one not be content to sit and read, sipping their coffee or tea at their leisure?"

"True."

"And miserable, because you appeared to be waiting for someone who just stood you up. Seems like you were looking forward to seeing them and are disappointed with its lack."

Her eyes narrowed, "Were you eavesdropping on my call," a look of menacing consternation surfaced.

"I was, though not intentionally. You weren't exactly whispering on your call; it was hard to miss."

"She looked down, immediately and almost sheepishly, "I'm sorry, I was being rude."

"No offense, I just want to acknowledge your presence and extend my empathy that your plans did not unfold as you wished."

"Thank you," she looked up and smiled, though this time, her natural warmth emanated and clearly she appreciated the dialogue.

"Would I be so rude as to inquire as to, what you were looking forward to?"

She looked down again, only this time, I saw her face blush a red crimson hue. Ahh, my sense from earlier, that there was something about this woman, beyond her confidence and strength, another part existed, one she kept well hidden. This time, I smiled.

What seemed like an eternity, was but a few seconds, she looked up, stared into my eyes, bit her lip and struggled whether to answer or demur. "I was waiting to meet a man." As she answered me, I could see her nipples turning hard, she was also squirming in her seat, having grabbed both armrests and was involuntarily rubbing her palms against them.

"There's more to this story, then you are letting on, isn't there?" I responded most authoritatively.

She looked down and did not answer.

"Answer me," I insisted.

"Yes," she whispered, still not looking at me.

"Look at me."

Resisting my command at first, slowly, she picked up her eyes, until our gaze was locked.

"What were you expecting?"

"Umm, to meet a man that I'm attracted to."

I shook my head no...

She bit her lip again and took a deep sigh. "It's personal and I'm a very private person."

"It has something to do with sex, I sense," was my response.

She looked down again, embarrassed and yet, I could also see she was starting to get emboldened. She took a deep breath, "If you must know, I was looking forward to meeting him, because I was looking forward to getting my ass spanked." Now she looked at me straight in the eye, almost daring me to be shocked by her revelation.

"Do you liked to be spanked," was my quite rejoinder.

Shocked at how nonplussed I was by her comment; all she could do was shake her head in the affirmative. I smiled.

"Is that all you were hoping for?"

She took her head, no.

"What else?"

Her eyes widened and it was clear, to me at least, that as unexpected as this dialogue was for her, it was also a chance to come clean, to reveal a bit of herself that she long kept hidden away from the mass of her friends and family. She was talking to a complete stranger, someone she knew not, yet was calmly asking her to be her true self.

"My pussy licked."

"Go on..."

"Showing myself off, being blindfolded, masturbating, being order to serve in the nude, feeling the bite of a crop on my skin." It was almost to much for her, she looked down again and pulled her hands into a ball in her lap.

"This is turning you on, isn't it, I asked.

"Yes," she said, still not looking up.

"Are you wet?"

She shook her head yes.

"Good girl. That pleases me to know, that you are aroused. Does it please you to know that I am pleased?

She shrugged her shoulders and looked at me, clearly unsure of an answer.

"Does it please you to know that I know you are aroused?"

"Yes, sir, it does."

"Good."

I leaned forward and beckoned that she do the same.

I whispered in her ear, lest anyone else around us was within earshot, "I want you to go to the bathroom and I want you to lock it. I want you to remove your panties, I'm assuming you are wearing panties, no?"

She shook her head yes.

"I want you to then, put your panties on the edge of the sink and wait for me to knock three times, lightly, on the door. You are to unlock the door only, go to the wall opposite the door, put both your hands on the wall, push your butt out a bit and spread your legs a bit and wait for me to enter. Go."

She, turned to look at me, with an almost incredulous look, but with a look of desire and heat too. She stood up, grabbed her purse, book and phone and went off to the lady's room.

I waited for what was about a minute and then proceeded. I knocked three times and heard the click of the lock being turned. I looked around and entered.

As I asked, she was at the opposite end of the bathroom, both hands on the wall. Her ass out and legs spread, a bit more wide than I was expecting, but no less satisfactory. I saw her pink frilly panties hanging on the edge of the basin, with a towel under it.

I picked them up and smelled her aroused scent; I could feel her dampness in the crotch. I was pleased. I turned to her form and first, caressed her hair... I balled and then fisted the hair and pulled back, causing her face to snap back a bit.

"You like this don't you."

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes Sir."

"Good girl."

With my other hand, I reached down and pulled up her skirt to reveal her now naked ass. It was as round, full and feminine as I had expected. I caressed it and as I did, I could feel her tense up a bit, part in apprehension, part in excitement, not knowing what was going to come next.

SMACK, my hand went; she jumped at the sudden intrusion of my hand on her naked ass. She took a sharp intake of breath and then let it out slowly.

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, again I hit, hard, as my handprint began to welt up in a red outline upon her ass.

"You like that don't you?"

"Yes, Sir."

"You want more of this?

"Yes... please... Sir... I... need... this..."

"Harder?"

"Please, yes, Sir."

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK SMACK, SMACK, SMACK SMACK, SMACK, SMACK SMACK, SMACK, SMACK SMACK, SMACK, SMACK.

She was starting to whimper and squirm... and from time to time, little squeals would eek out...

I leaned in, "are you turned-on"

"Yes, Sir."

"Do you want me to fuck you."

"Yes, Sir."

I let go of her hair that I had been holding this whole time and lowered my hand to her, now steaming, hot, wet, pussy and rubbed my finger slightly along its crease.

"OH MY GOD, YES, PLEASE, SIR."

"You are not to cum, my little pet,"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good girl," you are only allowed to cum, if I give you permission to cum, do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir."

I proceeded to slip my finger along her very wet and swollen pussy, slipping my finger inside from time to time and each time that I did, she whimpered and tried to hump the rest of my hand so thoroughly soaked, horny and turned on she was.

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK SMACK, SMACK, SMACK SMACK, SMACK, SMACK SMACK, SMACK...

She wouldn't last much longer as I continued to fuck her little hole with my finger.

"Please fuck me Sir, I need your cock inside me Sir."

"I'm sure you do, my little one," I intoned as my finger continued to fuck her, faster and faster.

"Sir, sir, I'm going to cum if you keep that up."

I could feel her getting closer and closer, her legs kept opening and closing, she kept stepping up onto her toes and then back down again, squirming, mewling.

"No cumming, until I give you permission, understood."

She said nothing.

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK SMACK, SMACK, SMACK SMACK, SMACK...

"Yes Sir, yes Sir, yes Sir, yes Sir," she panted...

I stopped.

Withdrew my now soaked hand. "Stay there."

She collapsed against the wall, breathing heavily.

A bit of time passed...

She heard the click of the lock and then heard the door close. She turned around and saw that the bathroom was once again, empty.

She looked at the basing and saw immediately that her panty was missing and in its place, she saw a piece of paper...

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