Femdom Spanking Tales

Chapter 2

“Is that so?” I replied. “Well, you are a nasty boy.” I watched him blush like a child. “Perhaps once I’ve paddled you, you’ll have a different point of view.”

“That’s what I was hoping.”

I was experienced enough to know that the paddling would only turn him on even more, but then wasn’t that the point. Though I couldn’t wait to get on with the punishment, I decided to play the scenario to the hilt. He’d either regret this day, or find it the most gratifying one he’d ever had.

“If I provide you with this need of yours, you will have to serve me as I please,” I informed him.

“Oh yes, Alexandra, that’s exactly what I want.”

“You’ll find me demanding.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“I expect complete compliance.”

“I understand.”

Everything about his demeanor indicated that he was more than willing.

“Well then, let’s see, how shall we begin . . .” I mused aloud, considering the many ways I could handle him.

“I was hoping over your knee,” he promptly suggested.

“Did I ask your opinion?” I shot back.

“No, ma’am.”

“Then don’t offer it,” I rebuked him sternly.

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m afraid you’ll have to earn a punishment over my knee, a good strapping over the back of my couch is all you’ll have today, if you get anything at all.”

“Anything would please me.”

“Then get on with it, present your naked bottom to me, over the couch. Now!”

I watched him hastily remove his pants, and bend over the back of my plush green sofa. I enjoyed looking at the lovely white of his bottom as it appeared against the dark green. It would soon be a marvelous red, but not so quickly . . . Douglas was too eager, he needed to wait a bit.

“Don’t move,” I instructed him. “You stay here until I return, and think about your nasty thoughts and desires, and why this punishment is so necessary.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he answered.

I walked out of the room and let his pretty buns hang in the air for a good half-hour. When I returned, I appraised his firm round cheeks for some time, thinking how they’d look burning bright red. Douglas would soon be squirming and howling like crazy. It certainly would be delightful to have him around on a regular basis . . . for lots of reasons!

In my hand, I held a strap, a two-foot long, two-inch wide, oiled leather. I flicked it in the air so he could hear the ominous swish.

“You have a naughty, naughty mind Douglas, we’ll see if that changes with this.”

I raised my arm and the leather cut through the air landing squarely across my submissive’s fine smooth flesh. He jerked, but like most men, he attempted to remain in control, letting out only a low grunt.

Smack! The leather landed over the same spot.

He grunted again.

Another smack smack smack, I made sure each vigorous cut landed exactly on top of the last for maximum effect. Finally, after at least a dozen, my brave boy let out a ferocious yell.

“Oh, gawd, please!”

“Ah, so we’re not so stoic after all,” I observed. I leveled another two well-placed smacks.

“Yeow!” he cried again.

The pain was no doubt excruciating, though I noticed even as he was finally moved to scream that his d**k was swelling nicely.

“You are a nasty boy.”

“Oh gawd!” he cried with the smack that followed.

This time the blows landed above and below the others, giving his entire backside a nice red blush.

“Yeow, ow, please!”

I had landed a few deliberately at the top of his thighs, and they must have hurt like hell.

“You won’t forget this day Douglas, never!” I vowed.

“Ouch! Miss Alexandra, please!” he begged.

As I began my next set, I started at his thighs, at the base of his round cheeks, the fleshiest part of his bottom, slowly deliberately making each cut a little higher than the last, until I was at the top of his ass end.

I didn’t bother to listen to his pleas, I knew he could take a good deal more. I did pause for a moment, just to let him recoup enough so he could endure what followed.

“I do think it’s going to take another weighty session tonight to complete your punishment.” It was an unexpected idea but it seemed perfectly fitting for both our needs.

“Yes, Alexandra.” He was moaning, half in pain and half in pleasure.

“We’ll stop for now. And then, you’ll have another round before I’m finished with you tonight.”

I laid the strap down next to him, across the back of the couch, and moved back to my place on my divan, reclining against the soft pillows, the paddling was positively exhausting. Douglas remained in his submissive pose until I spoke again. “Come here,” I purred.

The poor man was now so meek and well punished, so thoroughly subdued that he was quickly on his knees at my side, such soft sweet eyes he had. We looked at each other for some moments without speaking. There was an instantaneous moment when something clicked between us. It seemed as if we had both found something special in what had just taken place. And as if that was not pleasure enough, it appeared we were quickly heading for some new very pleasing territory.

“May I massage you, Alexandra?” Douglas asked humbly.

“You may,” I replied. My fired loins were only too happy for some earnest attention.

I stroked his hair as his hands began to caress my thighs, moving with great care under the hem of my skirt.

“Ah! That’s perfect,” I murmured, as the pleasure was quickly mounting. “You’re going to make a fine submissive.”

“I hope so,” he replied, as he continued to stroke the bare skin above my stockings.

“You take care of my needs, perhaps you’ll get to take care of yours too,” I suggested with meaningful gleam.

“I’d like that very much,” he answered eagerly. As his hands made their way deeper up my skirt, I lay my head back, relishing his ardent attentions. And when his mouth descended to the sopping crescent of my s*x, I let out an impassioned gasp. It was all the encouragement he needed to proceed. Pulling away my panties, the strokes of his tongue were as dear to me as the strokes of my strap against his rear were dear to him.

A tendersweet surge of orgasm claimed me and I realized that I’d indeed found a most enchanting satisfaction of my own, being serviced by my devoted submissive. As I recovered from my pleasure, I looked down to see him smiling broadly as I smiled back at him. It seemed he knew my needs as well as I knew his.

“Would you like me to cook your dinner this evening?” he asked.

“Before I punish you again? Of course,” I answered sternly, though there was a distinct lightness in my voice that Douglas could not help but hear.

He flashed me a delicious grin.

By then, I had little doubt that he and I were destined for a long, fulfilling relationship.

Dominant In Training

Smack! My wicked wooden paddle came down across his burning buns with another furiously resounding thwack!

“Yeow!” he cried out.

He always tried holding back, his manliness not wanting to give into the pain. But he gave in at last, and this time it didn’t take long. I started out with very vigorous swats, without any warm-ups and I continued from there. I was furious with my dear Douglas.

Smack!

“I’m sorry, please,” he finally cried.

“I’m sure you are.” I’d rushed home to see him. My darling submissive had been on a business trip for two weeks and I must admit I missed him terribly, and looked forward to his coming home. When he wasn’t there as he had told me he would be, I was livid to say the least. At least he could have called, that would have reduced my anxiety, if not his punishment. I fumed for two hours until he finally walked in the door. Showing no mercy, he was over my lap as quickly as I could get him there.

Finally finished with his punishment, I pushed Douglas brusquely to the floor. Then again maybe I wasn’t finished with him, I wondered, as I looked at him trying to recoup from the shocking homecoming. Punishing him was so satisfying, his rear cheeks were a lustrous red, just the way I like them best.

“My plane was detained,” he explained, when he caught his breath enough to speak.

“I suppose so, but you have no idea how angry I was coming home to the house without you being here. Especially when I was thinking about it all day. I expected you to have it all warm and cozy just like you told me last night on the phone.” I continued to scold him, wanting him to suffer for his slight. “You didn’t even call me.”

“I know it doesn’t matter to you, Alexandra,” Douglas said, “but we were caught on the runway, there was no way I could call.”

I eyed him sternly, but my resolve was beginning to crumble. “Well, come here,” I purred. My horniness was catching up with me, two weeks without his divine attentions, and all I could think of was him servicing my cunt for the next eight hours straight to make up for it.

Douglas scrambled to me. I’m sure he was as horny as I was, even though he knew he’d have to satisfy me first. He quickly buried his face between my legs letting his glorious tongue play with all my favorite places.

“Ah yes, ah,” I moaned, a delicious feeling of satisfaction took over. I bucked against him as my body soared. I probably squeezed his head too tightly with my throbbing thighs, but I didn’t care. I was greedily lost in my selfish, self-seeking moment.

“Ooooo Douglas, you are good!” I praised him, when I finally came down to earth.

“Forgive me?” he asked.

“Let’s see your bottom,” I replied.

The red was fading, but his skin was still warm from the paddling. I massaged it affectionately and he groaned. “Oh yes, thank you, Alexandra,” he cried, grasping his c**k, he would be off in seconds.

Once Douglas had cleaned us both, we padded like lovebirds into the kitchen to scare up a meal.

“Did I tell you Doug, we’re entertaining Kathleen and Andrew tomorrow night?”

“Really?” he looked at me curiously.

“I told her I’d show her how to keep Andrew in line.”

“Ah, I see,” he answered. “You think he’ll be receptive to this way of life?”

“Oh, god yes! Andrew practically begs to be dominated. He just doesn’t know it yet. I could have that man eating out of the palm of my hand in one evening.”

“I’m sure you could, you’re a genius for taming men, but is Kathleen up to the task?”

I shrugged. “That’s up to Kathleen, All I plan to do is show her how to put the ornery bastard in his submissive place.”

“He can be a bit of an egotistical prick, if you’ll excuse my commentary,” Douglas added. He was putting together a big tossed salad, that would no doubt taste terrific. I watched him with my mouth watering, popping croutons in my mouth.

“Stop that!” he snapped at her lightly.

“Stop what?”

“You promised not to eat my creations until they’re done.”

“Don’t get surly, there will be plenty left,” I shot back. “Besides, you bark at me again you’ll give me reason to redden your fanny again.”

“You don’t need a reason, my dear Alexandra,” Douglas reminded me affectionately. “My buns are all yours.”

“You’re right about that,” I said, “Come here with that spoon.”

Douglas bent over and I gave him twenty with the wooden spoon, bringing back the rosy glow on his ass cheeks. He didn’t protest that much, we were both into an erotic rapture that was likely to last all evening long. We teased each other mercilessly, and punctuated the playfulness with more sound paddlings and some righteous f*****g.

The next evening, Douglas and I took great pains to prepare ourselves for the impending special event, starring Kathleen and Andrew. We intended to set the tone early for the casual and revealing evening. Douglas wore silk pajama pants and nothing on top. I liked looking at him, seeing his bulging muscles, thinking how he was completely at my mercy, this brute of a man.

For myself, I was wearing a short leather skirt and a leather corset that pushed my t**s into a fine cleavage, and my thigh-high boots. The costume was my only venture into dominatrix attire. I wasn’t the type to go any great extremes, yet this particular costume seemed to have a peculiar effect on Douglas. Every time I wore it, his c**k would instantly stiffen.

As we dressed I thought of the interesting possibilities the evening posed. The idea of starting a brand new twist in my dear friend Kathleen’s relationship was very intriguing.

“So you’re going to show me off tonight,” Douglas asked, just as we were about ready to go downstairs.