A SURPRISE SPANKING.
written by:
Otazel

A SURPRISE SPANKING.

I'm Alan, and I first got to know Val when we were kids, and then mainly because I went to school with her brother, Dave. She was a several years ahead of us and so I never got to know her really well at that time, and anyway she was far too serious for my taste even then. I must admit that I was always a little in awe of her, but perhaps that was because she was concerned about getting on in life and we were only concerned about our next bit of mischief. It was no surprise that when Val got a degree and a career and we just got jobs. Then of course, we all found partners and drifted apart, although Dave and I kept in touch on and off. Until just recently, that is, when we've taken to going ten pin bowling together after my marriage went down the pan.

All three of us are creeping up towards forty now and we've each made what you might expect with our lives. Val is a very successful business woman with her own thriving management consultancy, while Dave works in a local paint factory and I'm in the sales office of an auto parts supplier. She's still serious and driven, but she's wealthy now as well, and Dave is still carefree and, like me, pretty much broke. I'm not sure which I prefer.

It is often said that money doesn't buy happiness and that seems certainly true for Val, for she was also going through a hostile break up of her marriage when I met her again not long ago. She was staying with Dave and his wife, Sarah, for a few weeks verging on a few months while she got her head together and while she found a new place to live. She hadn't taken the breakdown well and seemed even more quiet and withdrawn now than when she was in her teens - but maybe that's just because she felt out of place lodging with her brother.

It was never asked, but because of her sometimes cold demeanour it was always assumed that sex was never high on Val's list of priorities, and many of her friends and family, myself and Dave included, wondered if that had any bearing on her marriage going down the shoot. Perhaps, we speculated, she'd spent too much time making money and not enough making love.

Then one particular Monday I arrived at Dave's for one of our weekly bowling matches only to find his car wasn't in the drive where it should be, and when I rang the door it was answered by Val, which was also most unusual.

‘He forgot to tell you, didn't he?'

‘He must have.' I agreed. ‘What did he forget to tell me?'

‘He's had to go in to work tonight, someone went off sick and he was next on the call-out list.'

‘Damn.'

‘Never mind, come in and have a coffee, I could do with some company. Sarah's gone to visit her mother.'

I was, it seemed, to be a cure for loneliness, but at least I'd be assured of a reasonably intelligent conversation. I don't have any real problem with Val, her heart is in the right place even though she can come across as a bit haughty and aloof. She was always tall as a girl, ending somewhere around 5'9" as an adult, I suppose, and slim, with brown eyes and straight black hair that, over the years, has been expensively cut into all sorts of lengths and styles, but is now cropped quite short. She has a tendency to wear ‘power clothes' too - you know what I mean, tailored suits with shoulder pads worn over silk blouses. It's all part of the business woman's façade, but you can see why many people are intimidated. But at least her conversation covers more than just what the latest celebrity airheads are doing.

We chatted for a while about this and that, nothing important, just the world in general and how to set it to rights, that sort of thing. She seemed quite cheerful for once and it was the most animated conversation I'd had with her for a long time. Then, after a couple of coffees, she went into the kitchen to rinse the cups and, because of two or three only partially understood sentences coming through the doorway, I got up and followed, leaning on the corner of a counter to continue our chat.

Now, I can't remember how the conversation got around to it, but at one point Val made a disparaging remark about my dress sense. There was no malice in the remark and I didn't take any offence, but her rump, encased in closely tailored grey slacks, had been attracting my gaze and so without thinking about what I was doing I leaned forward and swatted it by way of reply.

I had intended to just catch it in passing, a sort of swipe of friendly rebuke, but she chose that moment to step backwards in order to wipe down the draining board and my light-hearted slap became a full blooded smack on one of her deliciously shaped buttocks. The moment it connected I knew that it had to have hurt because it stung my hand, and I fully expected her to let rip a torrent of outraged admonishments. I was certainly not expecting the reaction I got.

She gasped with shock and then stood at the sink completely rigid, her bottom clenched, her head thrown back and her back ramrod straight as she hissed with the pain. Then, very quietly and after a good few seconds silence during which I'd tried desperately to think of something apologetic enough to get me off the hook, she bent forward and took hold of the edge of the sink, then looked over her shoulder and simply said.

‘Do that again.'

I must have stood for too long gaping with pure astonishment because, still without turning, she repeated it.

‘Do it again, Alan, please.'

I still stood wondering if she meant it.

‘Please.'

This time it was a little louder, more plaintive.

I did as I was asked, though not quite as hard because I still wasn't certain of what she wanted, and probably also because hurting a woman, even like that, went against the grain.

‘No! Hard, like you did before.'

I had to screw up my courage, but as she was pushing her bottom out towards me in obvious invitation I smacked her as hard deliberately as I had previously done by accident. Once again she gasped and went rigid for a few seconds. But then she breathed out slowly.

‘That's good. Again'

I did it again, pausing for just a couple of moments before landing my palm hard on her other cheek. She jerked forward and gasped, and then pushed her linen clad rear out once more.

‘Don't stop, Alan.' She didn't look around this time. ‘I don't know why I do, but I like it.'

I didn't know why, either. I mean, I knew that some people did enjoy being spanked, and I remember reading that executive types go for it more than blue collar folk, but I hadn't expected Val to be into it.

‘I don't want to hurt you.'

I felt a surge of excitement at her answer.

‘I want you to.' She confessed in a guilty whisper. I could almost feel the humiliation for her.

I'd never been into spanking, not even when my ex and I had been at that newly experimental and adventurous stage of our marriage, but now I was beginning to find it stimulating, and that bothered me a little.

‘Are you sure?'

‘I'm sure. Just do it.'

There was a note of embarrassed irritation in her voice, and so I just did it. I carried on smacking her very attractive rump just as hard as before, pausing between each one as before, waiting with growing anticipation while she gathered herself and got ready for the next one. I was starting to get a buzz every time my palm landed and she gasped from the sting of it.

Then, after I'd administered another ten or a dozen smacks she put her hand up, shaking her head in a clear signal for me to stop. I stopped, rubbing my tingling hand on the side of my jeans and feeling unexpectedly disappointed.

For a short while she also just stood there, gripping the edge of the sink, her chest heaving and her head hanging, and then without turning she began to unfasten the belt to her slacks, letting it hang loose while she pulled down her zipper and I watched in hopeful disbelief.

‘Forgive me, Alan. I need to do this.'

She pushed her slacks over her hips and down until they were around her knees, leaving her bottom clad only in very skimpy and very pale pink silk panties. The pink making me smile as it almost exactly matched the twin spots of colour that the panties partially covered. But she wasn't quite finished, after a moment or two of further hesitation she hooked her thumbs into the waistband and pushed them down too, leaving me gazing at her naked pink bottom. She hesitated, then stepped back a little and bent forward to grip the edge of the sink, parting her legs as far as her slacks would let her and pushing her bottom right out.

‘Spank me now, please.' She told me in a hoarse whisper, gazing steadfastly into the sink to avoid any eye contact. ‘I need my bare bottom smacking.'

I registered that she'd said ‘please' and that she'd used the word ‘need', but I was still having difficulty getting my head around the idea of administering pain to give pleasure, even though the prospect of smacking her naked bottom was starting to make my heart pound.

‘Tell me if it gets too much, won't you?'

I placed my hand flat on her bottom, feeling the soft firmness of her flesh and the heat coming from her pink cheeks.

‘I will, but it won't.' She gave me a tight little smile over her shoulder and then set herself ready. ‘I've needed disciplining for a long time.'

I thought that maybe I was starting to understand what was happening. She was beginning to find a desire to submit to someone else and to put herself at their mercy. Something that had never happened in her normal life.

For me it was the other way around. I was forever being given instructions, commands and reprimands, and it would never have occurred to me that someone like Val could possibly yield to me. Perhaps that was why spanking her seemed so alien and yet so exciting. I ran my palm softly over her skin and then drew back for the first smack.

She tensed up and so I paused, making her wait for just a second or so before bringing my hand down hard and sharp on her right cheek. The sound of skin hitting skin and the sound of that quick gasp of pained arousal have to be among the sexiest sounds in the world. She jerked forward as before, her head thrown back and her mouth flung open, and a protective hand instinctively reaching back to protect her tender skin, and then she moved into position again.

‘Oh yes, that's good.'

I got unexpected satisfaction from the pain I could hear in her voice. I repeated the action, softly massaging her bottom, feeling the heat generated by the spanking, and then suddenly smacking her hard. Twice more I did it, the delays allowing my stinging palm to recover, and twice more she yelled out loud before thrusting her behind out for more, her hand coming back each momentarily each time before returning to grip tightly onto the sink.

I laid my hand on her bare skin once more, stroking and fondling, letting it wander around her rump, taking longer this time in order to explore further. It was obvious that she was getting turned on, but I had no idea how far she would allow me to push things, and so I let my hand slide down her crack, almost reaching her anus before withdrawing, confident that it could be excused as an accidental intrusion if she objected. But she moaned deep in her throat in clear encouragement.

I smacked her again, as hard as before, but this time I kept my hand on her cheek, moving with her as she gasped and recoiled from the blow, and then massaging and stroking the spot I had just slapped. Once more her hand had come back as if to protect herself, but this time it was little more than a twitch. Arousal was overcoming instinct.

I waited until she had taken hold of the sink edge once again, standing back a little further this time with her arms out before her, and then I let my fingers begin to explore. I think she knew what I was going to do, because as my fingertips went into her crack she went absolutely still, waiting to be touched. This time I investigated further, my fingertips trailing over her puckered little hole as they went by, only to return and press at it very slightly, pretending I was intending to enter just to gauge her reaction. I was more than a little surprised when she pushed back, but that isn't really my thing and I moved on, message received, until I reached her other hole.

Her pussy was absolutely soaking wet with her juices, so slippery that my finger went into her almost of its own accord, sinking knuckle deep into her vagina. She groaned softly, holding herself still and apparently willing to submit to whatever I wanted to do to her, the spanking and her humiliating stare of dress combining to turn her on totally.

‘You're wet through.'

It was an unintended exclamation, but she agreed immediately.

‘Yes.'

I smacked her hard again, to be rewarded with a groan rather than a gasp, and then I probed her cleft once again, deliberately immediately returning there to gauge her reaction. She tried to spread her thighs, fighting against the restrictions imposed by her lowered slacks and panties. I smiled to myself as my finger sought her pussy.

‘You like that.' It was a statement, but she responded to it as a question.

‘Yes, I like it.'

I pushed a second finger into her.

‘You're a dirty bitch, aren't you?'

‘Yes.'

I thrust my fingers in and out while she stood there and let me. I was enjoying the sensation of being in control, especially of a woman normally so self-assured.

‘So you like being spanked?'

‘Yes.'

‘And it gets you going?'

‘Yes.'

I pulled my hand free and smacked her again, the wetness on my fingers making a different noise against her skin. She wasn't expecting that one and she yelped loudly, jumping upright before slowly, very slowly and deliberately sexily, she bent over once again and pushed her glowing bottom towards me.

‘Did that hurt?'

‘Yes'

‘And you wanted it to, didn't you?'

‘Yes.'

She said it defiantly this time, as if challenging me to find anything wrong with enjoying the pain. I smacked her again, and the again, repeatedly slapping her bare skin so that she jerked and danced from the sting.

‘Still turning you on?'

‘Yesss.' It was a hiss, said between teeth clenched against pain.

I needed to stop, my hand was smarting too much, but I also wanted to make her feel shamed and at the same time have a little fun for myself, although I wasn't sure what. To give myself a moment or two to think I adjusted my jeans, pushing a shirt tail back that was threatening to come loose. Then I turned my attention back to her bottom.

‘Let's just check.'

This time I didn't even touch her buttocks, I just slid a couple of fingers down her cleft and pushed them deep into her pussy. She bent forward with a groan, further this time, her head hanging lower than the hands gripping the sink, so that her bottom stood high and pushed out proudly, surrendering her pussy to my use. I placed a hand flat on her back to hold her in place and began thrusting my fingers in and out of her as hard and as deep as I could.

‘Oh yes.'

I smiled inwardly, thrilled by the power I was exerting over her and kept thrusting, twisting my fingers, corkscrewing them back and forth as they went in and out of her wet and gaping tunnel. For a while she just stayed there, gripping the sink edge and taking whatever I wanted to give, but then I noticed her beginning to shake and quiver, her legs trembling and her body heaving.

‘Oh Alan, I think I'm going to come.'

I pressed a little more firmly on her back, just to let her know I'd heard her and that she should remain still, and carried on finger-fucking her. I could hear her breath catching in her throat as she groaned with pleasure.

‘I'm nearly there.' She told me, gasping out loud.

I could tell, her pelvis was starting to twitch and I could feel her muscles tensing, ready for that ultimate release. I didn't ease up; I just kept up the same hard fast rhythm that was getting her closer and closer.

‘Oh God, I'm coming.'

They were the last coherent words she spoke as her orgasm arrived. She began to almost dance on tiptoe, her pelvis and torso jerking and juddering, and she started crying out a long rapid string of gasped ‘oh's that got louder and louder until they ran together in one long wail as she finally came. Then she shoved herself backwards at my hand, impaling herself deeper than ever and making it impossible for me to continue to finger her. Slowly the wail petered out into sobs and grunts and she automatically started to sag against the sink, her legs turned to jelly by her climax. My fingers slipped from her passage and I stood back to watch with satisfaction as she gasped and panted over the sink, her chest heaving and her body shuddering with post orgasmic aftershocks.

‘That was incredible.' She told me finally between gasps, still gazing into sink.

‘What?' I wasn't sure if she meant smacking her or fingering her.

She slowly pulled her clothing back up over her tender bottom and edged around to face me before answering.

‘Everything.' She smiled shyly. ‘Amazing what a quick slap on the rump will do, isn't it?'

‘I'm sorry about that. It was accidental, you know.' I told her, not feeling sorry at all.

‘I know.' She was still smiling. ‘That didn't stop it from working though.'

‘I didn't know you were into that.'

‘Neither did I really. But nobody has ever done it to me before.' Her face took on a serious look. ‘I hoped you might use your belt on me at one point.'

‘No.' I shook my head. ‘I wouldn't want to hurt you that much.'

In truth the idea had never occurred to me, although now I did remember her tensing up when I'd straightened my jeans. I'd thought nothing of it at the time.

‘I wish you had. I wanted you to.'

‘Really!' I exclaimed, genuinely surprised.

‘Yes.' She nodded, adding quietly. ‘And I still do.'

This time I didn't reply, I just stood and looked at her, trying to keep the amazement from my face.

‘We don't have to stop yet, do we?'

‘You want to carry on?'

‘Yes, let's go upstairs.' Her breathing was getting faster again. ‘I want you to have you spank me again, and maybe to feel you use that leather on me. Come on, it's turning me on even more just thinking about it.'

Her words were got to me, I felt a surge of adrenalin rush through me from the idea of spanking her some more.

‘Come on, nobody will disturb us.'

There was a note of urgency in her voice, and her need must have rubbed off on me.

‘Okay, but stop me if I hurt you too much.' I was a total novice when it came to spanking, and I wasn't very sure how far to go.

‘You won't.' She turned and headed for the stairs without waiting for me to reply.

By the time I had reached the top of the stairs and figured out that her room was the one to my immediate left, she had stripped off her blouse and was unzipping her slacks once again. I watched as her slacks hit the ground and her hands reached hurriedly behind to unhook her bra.

‘You want me naked, don't you?' She asked with breathless excitement, seeing me watching.

‘You want to be naked, don't you?' I countered, trying to retake control.

‘Yes, completely.' Her bra hit the floor and she hooked her fingers into her panties. ‘And in any case, I need to change these.'

I'd never expected to see Val without clothes, and especially in these kind of circumstances. She stood looking back at me as I gazed at her body in admiration. Her figure that reflected the time she'd spent in the gym, but add to that the fact that her chest was heaving from arousal and her nipples were standing out hard, red and inviting, and you can understand why my cock began to twitch. I hauled my sweatshirt over my head, kicked off my loafers and began to fiddle hurriedly with my belt.

‘No. Let me. It looks like you need help.' Her voice brought me to an abrupt stop.

Her eyes were on the growing bulge in my jeans and she came scurrying across to kneel in front of me, her hands gently taking mine away from my belt. As I looked down at her she unfastened it and slowly drew it through the loops until it came free, when she sat back on her haunches, folded it almost reverently and placed it carefully on the floor alongside her.

She leaned forward again and I could feel her hands trembling as she slid my jeans down, my hands resting on her shoulders as she eased them over my feet, to be followed by my socks. For a few seconds she gazed thoughtfully at my boxers before they followed my jeans to leave me as naked as she was.

My cock nodded its head at being free. Val noticed and smiled, reaching out to grip it gently between finger and thumb.

‘You're a bit sticky.' She commented, noticing that a drop of precum had smeared itself over the head.

Yep.' I confirmed with a smile, for some reason feeling proud of the evidence.

‘I want to taste it.' She said suddenly.

She leaned forward and opened her mouth before I had time to say anything, but then she suddenly paused and looked up at me.'

‘May I?'

Her request came so unexpectedly that I found myself able only to nod mutely and allow her to guide it into her mouth. Her lips closed around my shaft and her tongue trapped it against the roof of her mouth, sucking and licking at the end, and making me emit a low moan of pleasure. She kept swirling her tongue round and around it and then abruptly changed so that her head was bobbing up and down my length. I gripped her shoulders and groaned, hoping she would let me come in her mouth. But in the end she took me to the point where a climax became likely, and then stopped, leaving me gasping, with my cock standing upright, shiny and purple headed, and just waiting to be used.

‘There.' She said, looking at it with obvious satisfaction before she rose to her feet. ‘That'll keep you going for now.'

I wanted her. I wanted her right at that moment, I wanted to sink my cock into her and let her know how good it could be. I reached out, took hold of her shoulders and pulled her to me, intent on kissing her, but she wriggled free and stepped back out of reach.

‘No, not that.' She told me in a tone of light-hearted rebuke. ‘That's not what we're here for.'

I felt a flash of profound annoyance when she said that, infuriation rather than anger and not directed at Val but at myself. Her words and actions had shown me how much she had unconsciously taken charge again, and how easily I'd let her. It had been ever since we'd come up to her bedroom, her space I suppose, where she was at home and I was the intruder. There I was, with my cock standing at full erection wanting to be used, and there she was, basically telling me if and when it would. That would have to change, and one way or another I was determined I would empty my balls into her.

She bent and picked up my belt, draping it over her hands and offering it to me in a weirdly reverential kind of way.

‘Use that, and then you can have me any way you want.'

‘I'll use it all right.' I told her bluntly, without accepting the proffered belt. ‘I'll make it so you can't sit down.'

Her eyes widened at my words.

‘Go on then.'

It was part challenge, part request, and so I took it as both. I stepped forward and grasped her nipples, squeezing hard and then twisting them viciously, taking great satisfaction from the pain and fear that leapt onto her face and from the sharp sound of her sudden cry.

Keeping tight hold I pulled her to me by her nipples, then leaned forward and kissed her, a mouth crushing, lip bruising kiss that told her exactly who was now in charge. But it must be said that she kissed me back, opening her mouth and probing at mine with her tongue while all the time whimpering in her throat from the pain in her breasts. Her arms went around me and I could feel the cool leather of the belt she was holding resting against my back. It was a bizarrely erotic sensation to feel it on my skin as her fingernails dug into my back.

When we finally parted and I released her nipples, she was panting with desire, the look of pure lust on her face mirroring my own. Now I held my hand out for the belt.

She placed it almost lovingly over my outstretched hand and then turned around to plant her palms on the bed and push out her bottom, waiting for me to use it. I had every intention of doing just that now, but it was going to be on my terms, and not necessarily how she envisaged it.

‘No. Kneel on it.' I told her, seeing a flicker of surprise pass over her face as she straightened from her position beside the bed and clambered on to it.

‘Now hold onto the headboard and stick out your arse.'

She looked so damn sexy kneeling with her legs as far apart as they would go, looking over her shoulder at me, with her bottom thrust right out to reveal her pussy and her hands grasping tightly to the top of the headboard.

‘Are you ready for it?' I asked, standing beside her and swinging the belt in my left hand.

I didn't wait for reply; instead I smacked her bottom hard with the flat of my right hand, letting my palm stay in contact with her skin afterwards. She had been expecting me to use the belt on her, and her yelp was more of surprise than pain, but it made her jerk forward nevertheless.

‘Not what you expected?' I asked her, trying to keep amusement out of my voice.

‘No.'

‘Don't worry, that's coming.'

She moaned softly, knowing exactly what I meant, but it was from need shot through with fear rather than unhappiness. I let my hand wander over her bottom, fondling her twin globes before caressing the backs of her thighs.

‘You want it, don't you?'

‘Yes.'

‘Can you handle it?'

‘I can, and I'll enjoy it.' Her excitement came through in the huskiness of her voice.

‘If you don't it won't really matter, because I will.'

‘I'll pretend if I have to, but please use it.'

In my head I was listening to our conversation as I looked at the shapely rump glowing pinkly before me and wondered how I'd managed to get to this point with her. Val was still a wealthy and sophisticated business woman, and I was still an office clerk, and yet now here she was on her hands and knees in front of me and willing to take pretty much anything I wanted to give. All I'd been expecting was an evening of beer and bowls, and yet I was achieving the impossible with someone usually way out of my league. It was far more thrilling than mere alcohol could ever be, for both of us.

I showed her my belt, letting the length of supple black leather hang from my hand as she gazed sideways at it. For a few seconds I let it just swing in front of her and then I folded it in half, holding the buckle and tail in my hand and allowing her see the loop of leather I was about to use. A little tremor of trepidation ran through her. I smiled and trailed the belt over her shoulders and down her back, taunting her and making her breath come faster than ever.

‘Ready?'

She nodded silently.

‘How many can you take?'

She didn't answer. Instead she just gazed at the belt as if mesmerized.

‘We'll try a dozen and see how you go.' I told her, receiving a quick little nod for answer. ‘And if you need to stop, just get up from the bed and it will stop right there.

I hoped she wouldn't have to do it, but I needed to give her an opt out, if only to salve my own conscience. When she nodded her understanding I was ready to begin.

‘Count them.' I instructed her. ‘Out loud.'

I made her wait, feasting my eyes on her body. She was now on her knees, with her arms outstretched to hold the headboard and her head hanging between them, holding herself tense and ready, with her back arched, her bottom high and her long shapely legs set apart. I stepped back so that I could see the wet shine of her vagina and the red puffy folds of her labia, and then looked along her body, wondering if her nipples were engorged now because of my earlier abuse or simply from her excitement. I moved forward again and reached under her to feel them, hard and rubbery and betraying her arousal.

I raised the belt and she tensed, turning her face away. I stopped.

‘Look at me.' I ordered her. ‘Or how will I hear you counting?'

She turned her face back, unconsciously licking dry lips.

There was something very erotically satisfying in the sound of that first thwack of leather on skin, more exciting than that made by my palm, the doubled over belt made it sound much harder than it actually was, and there was something very stimulating too in the gasp of pain that it produced. I didn't strike her full force, but sufficiently hard to make her throw her head back and automatically jerk forward out of the way. She settled herself back and looked hard at me, releasing her grip on the headboard and folding her arms under her head, deliberately raising her bottom higher in defiance. We would see about that.

‘One.' She announced firmly.

Thwack! The second stroke was harder, making her cry out again, her eyes widening with the shock. This time it took her a few seconds longer to compose herself and her voice carried a little edge of discomfort.

‘Two.'

I struck her a third time and once again the belt landed across her bottom a little more firmly than the time before, letting her know that it would only get stronger. I could almost judge her pain from the tightness in her voice as she counted.

‘Three.'

I paused, intentionally making her wait and worry, and looked at her kneeling there before me, red welts already standing out on her firm skin where my belt hand landed. I reached out and touched her, smoothing my palm over her hot flesh, feeling excitement course through me as I touched the raised edges of my marks. My cock, which had begun to subside to half mast, was back to full hardness, bobbing and nodding in front of me as I moved around her.

When I hit her for the fourth time she cried out in real pain, gasping the count of four as her hand automatically reached back to cover her smarting bottom. I let her, getting a thrill from seeing her hand rubbing lightly at the marks I was raising on her flesh, and then I reached over so that I could caress her other cheek, feeling the heat of it and the swelling welts that crossed it for myself.

My hand roamed over her entire bottom, pushing her own out of the way before finding her pussy and slipping inside. She was as wet, if not wetter, than before and I considered actually fucking her on the spot. But that could wait.

My belt came down on her flesh again. This time twice in quick succession to cancel out any predictability in my actions, making her yell loudly and finally causing tears of pain to sparkle in her eyes. She was on the verge of crying properly and there was the hint of a sob in her voice now.

‘Five; Six.'

‘Halfway.' I told her. ‘Can you continue?'

‘Yes.' She glanced up at me with a tight little smile. ‘Please.'

I nodded and the belt came down on her again, putting another stripe over the ones already adorning her skin. Her cry this time was almost a scream and her hand returned to her buttocks.

‘Seven.' She was finding it hard to articulate the number through the catch in her throat.

‘Move your hand.' I instructed her, waiting until slowly, reluctantly, she obeyed.

Two more, harder and swifter, and this time she burst into tears, arching her back and throwing her head back. She didn't try to cover her bottom, as she recovered she just knelt, head resting on folded arms, submissive and shaky, waiting for the next.

‘What number have we got to?' I asked her calmly.

‘Sorry.' I watched her have to think about it through her tears. ‘Eight; Nine.' She whispered, her chest heaving as she tried to control her breathing.

‘You know you can stop at any time you want?' I reminded her. I must admit that I was feeling just a little concerned, even though administering the twelve strokes was giving me one of the biggest thrills I could remember.

‘I know.' She gave a single tiny nod, her answer just audible through her snuffles. ‘But I so need this.'

I decided to give her a moment or two to either recuperate or sweat it out, but I didn't want her to think I was being lenient. I wanted to keep her busy and myself entertained.

‘Kneel across the bed.' I ordered.

She looked up at me strangely, as if wondering which way to face. But then remembering that she had three strokes left she faced away from me, taking up the same position but at right angles.

‘Good girl.' I commended her, knowing even as I said it that ‘girl' would sound patronising to a woman nearly forty, but that's the way I wanted it. ‘Now back up and stick your backside out over the edge so I can see what you've got.'

She shuffled back, obediently spreading her knees and pushing her bottom out.

Then for a minute or two I did nothing. Or, more accurately, as far as she was concerned facing the other way I did nothing. In truth I was playing with my cock, gently wanking, pointing the tip at her from behind and making up my mind if I should wait until I'd given all twelve strokes, or just fuck her now. And also, if I should fuck her vaginally or anally. God, it was so good to be so in control and able to make those decisions without taking her wishes into consideration. She had made it clear that she wouldn't object to anal sex, and that more than anything was really what made me decide to fuck her via the usual route. I wasn't much of a back door fan anyway. And, because I'd promised at least twelve strokes, that was what she was going to get before anything else.

Thwack. The belt came down hard across her behind from a slightly different angle now, laying a red track across the previous ones that were already showing angry red bruises. She screeched into the bed with this one, her hands gripping and kneading her sheets as she tried to cope with the pain, each stroke being just that little bit harder than the one preceding. She really was going to have trouble sitting down afterwards.

‘Ten.'

Immediately she'd gasped out the number the belt descended once more, making her shudder and shake, her fists beating a tattoo on the bed. I was wondering how she was coping and admiring her courage by this point, especially as she had an automatic get out any time she wanted. But she seemed as determined to take all twelve as I was to give them.

‘Eleven.'

‘Ready for the last one?' I asked.

‘Yes, oh yes.' It sounded a mixture of relief and happiness.

I made that last one the hardest of the lot, deliberately striking lower than before, laying a tramline across the white flesh of the tops of her thighs and making her yell out loud, jolting forward and sobbing into the bed.

‘Twelve.' She paused, sniffled and added in a tight painful voice. ‘Thank you for that.'

‘Who says we're done yet?'

‘Is there more?'

This time her voice carried real fear.

‘Stick it out.'

She hesitated, and I could see her visibly making herself obey, but she did as I instructed and pushed her behind back out towards me. I stroked her softly, gently letting my fingers enter her crack and slide along it. She was wet almost all the way up to her tail, somehow her juices having found their way over her anus and on up. She didn't know what I intended at that point and when I took my hand away she tensed herself and gulped audibly.

But it wasn't my belt that touched her next; it was the tip of my cock. I shuffled into place behind her and touched the tip at the very top of her cleft. She flinched just slightly from the unexpected sensation, and then let out a low moan as she understood.

I let my cock slide down onto her anus, then paused, teasing her with my cock pushing at her sphincter as my fingers had earlier. Once again she moaned, letting me know what she wanted, but I wasn't playing ball and I moved on, searching for and finding the sopping entrance to her pussy.

I guided my cock to her hole and pushed gently, watching to see the purple head disappear between the folds of her pussy, and then feeling those same folds close over it, holding it in a warm wet grip.

‘Please be careful, Alan. I'm not on the pill.' It was a tiny, pleading voice.

I didn't bother telling her that I couldn't father children, although if she had thought about it she might have remembered that was one of the reasons my marriage failed.

‘So? Go get one in the morning.'

I figured that the idea of having to go to the pharmacy for a morning-after pill would only add to her enjoyment. It certainly added to mine.

I stood, leaning back slightly to get a view of my cock entering Val's vagina, hovering just inside her as I gazed in some wonder, trying to understand how one slap on her bum could have entitled me, a lowly worker, to fuck a woman usually way out of my league and who had never shown the slightest interest in all the years I'd known her. But then she began to push herself backwards, eager to have me further inside her, and so I stopped staring and started fucking, ramming my cock up inside her wet and slippery passage as far as I could, feeling my hips slam up against her hot painful cheeks.

She gasped a mixture of pleasure and pain, just the sort of reaction guaranteed to make me smile in some kind of triumph and do it again. She held herself absolutely rigid as I took a grip on her hips and thrust into her over and over again, each time making sure that I collided hard with her tender buttocks.

‘Oh yes, oh yes.' It sounded half plea and half gratitude.

I smiled in exhilaration, feeling her vaginal muscles clamp over my shaft as she became more and more excited.

‘Oh my god, I'm going to come.'

I dug my fingertips hard into her hips by way of response and carried on fucking her. I wasn't as close as she was, but even I could feel the first stirrings of a climax.

‘Soon.' She told me, gasping out loud as I plunged into her really hard.

I kept at it, thrusting hard and deep in a way I knew would soon do it for me as well.

‘I'm nearly there.'

I looked down as I fucked her, watching her anal sphincter contract and relax in time to the pulsing of her vaginal muscles around my cock. Instinct and pure lust were now in control of her body.

‘I'm coming.'

As before, her orgasm began to cause her pelvis twitch and shudder, making me hang on tight to her hips to maintain control, listening all the time to her staccato cries of pleasure, cries that merged again into a drawn out howl as her climax hit her fully. She rammed herself back onto my cock, trying to force it further inside her but really just preventing me from thrusting properly. But I didn't care; I just gripped her hips even harder and rode out the storm, waiting for my chance to climax.

Eventually, as her orgasm died away she sagged forward, her strength gone, just moaning softly to herself. I was nearly there and I had to pull her back to prevent her from slipping from my cock before she realised what she was doing.

‘Sorry.' She gasped, trembling but holding herself immobile for me to come inside her.

‘It's ok, now hold still.' I gasped back as I carried on thrusting into her, picking up the pace again until I was ramming myself into her pussy faster than ever.

It didn't take long. I could feel the heat spreading through my pelvis as the pressure in my balls increased, and my cock took on that ultra sensitive sensation that always comes just before a climax. I rammed in, grunting loudly as my muscles began to spasm, drew back, and then rammed in again, my back arching over her like a dog, and then held her tightly as my damn burst and cum poured from my cock in spurt after spurt to flood her pussy. All the time I was coming into her I was gripping her so tightly and grinding my pubes into her behind, trying to spill my cream deeper into her, grunting and gasping like the animal I had become. It seemed to last forever, but then in due course my spurts declined and my climax passed, leaving me slumped over her back, trembling, shaking, and panting heavily into the back of her neck.

‘Fuck, that was good.' I wheezed finally, straightening slowly as my limp cock slipped from inside her.

I looked down at her, seeing her bruised and ill treated flesh as if for the first time, knowing how sore she would be in the morning and feeling the contradictory sensations of pride and remorse.

I shuffled to one side and rolled onto my back, my own legs far too shaky to stand on. Val laid herself down beside me on her stomach and looked across, pursing her lips and blowing out a deep breath of contented satisfaction.

‘Are you all right?' I asked, concerned now that we may have gone too far.

‘Very.' She answered with a happy little smile, wincing slightly as she tried to make herself comfortable.

‘Don't tell anyone about tonight, will you?' She asked, suddenly concerned for her reputation.

‘Not a chance.' I laughed, unable to stop myself. ‘If I did, nobody would believe me. Since when did a desk jockey like me spank a high-flyer like you?'

‘Since anytime you want to.'