Hot Crossed Buns: Spanking short stories of erotic, play and discipline. Susan Kohler

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СКАЧАТЬ he would look just like the man standing before her. He had dark wavy hair, bright blue eyes, a magnificent body with a muscular build and a great smile. He was dressed in tan slacks and a blue and white knit sweater that set off his eyes perfectly.

      “Hi,” he said, in a relaxed and friendly voice. He had the most friendly, open smile Sarah had ever seen. He also had a hint of humor in his face.

      “I’m Mac, you must be Sarah?” At her nervous nod, he said, “Come in. I won’t hurt you,” he paused and flashed her another smile, full of the devil and good humor, “much. Trust me. You’re right on time. I’m disappointed.”

      Sarah found her voice. “Why?” she asked, entering the room.

      He held the door to the room wide open, and looking inside, she could see that it was warm and cozy, furnished like any ordinary bedroom. It had a large four poster bed and a dresser, both in walnut. The room had a closet, a bathroom and even a small refrigerator. The walls were painted a pale blue, and the bedspread was royal blue. He had told her over the phone that the room was completely soundproofed.

      “So you can scream all you want.” She remembered that he had laughed with genuine good humor when he told her that, but Sarah still felt another race of shivers run down her spine.

      He shut the door behind her and locked it with a loud click, bringing her back to the present and stopping her memories cold in their tracks.

      “I promised you a penalty for being late,” he said softly. “Maybe I should give you a penalty for disappointing me,” he whispered in her ear.

      “That hardly seems fair!” It was a weak protest.

      “Sarah, my sweet, I’ve been known to spank women for just breathing. How is that fair?” He smiled at her, then flashed her a stern look. “So? Why were you not late?”

      “I’m sorry, I was too scared to be late,” Sarah whispered.

      “Silly girl,” Mac chided, “come here.”

      She entered the room and walked right into his arms. His hug was warm and friendly. His large, gentle hands were sliding up and down her back and slowly made their way down to her ass. He raised the dress she was wearing without breaking off the hug, still reaching around her. He gave her several hard, sharp slaps on her behind. He slid his hands inside her underwear taking one cheek in each hand and squeezing it gently. He slid his hands out of her panties and gave her ass a couple of more sharp slaps. To Sarah the slaps were stinging and felt great, but they were not enough. She wanted more. Finally he released her from the hug and stepped away from her.

      He looked at her expectantly. “Okay, Sarah, what do you want?” he asked gently with his soft, deep voice.

      It was finally happening. Her fantasy was about to begin. Some of the things she had discussed with him on the phone were the Victorian novels she had read. In the books, the girls were always made to ask for their punishment in very explicit and humiliating ways. Now it was her turn. She froze.

      “I want you to give me a good hard spanking.” Her voice was a soft shy whisper; her face was warm with a blush.

      Mac prodded her, his voice soft but still firm, “Sarah?”

      “I’m torn, I want to run and I want to stay,” she admitted in a soft voice.

      Mac had an uncanny instinct about these things so he asked her quietly, “How will you feel if you leave now? After coming this far?”

      “Very smart,” Sarah smiled, her humor returning, “and painless, and... ”

      “Like a coward?” Mac supplied.

      “Yes,” she admitted, “like a coward, and still curious, and embarrassed.”

      “Never feel embarrassed around me, Sarah dear, I’m not judging you,” Mac smiled. “I think you’re judging yourself. I do think, however, that if you leave you’ll regret it, and you’ll punish yourself for it. I think you’ll be even harder on yourself than I ever could be. So tell me Sarah,” he took on a harder tone, “what do you want?”

      She bit at her lip, then shot him a pleading look with her big green eyes. “Please, Mac, give me a spanking.”

      Her voice sounded small, her throat was tight and dry.

      “A spanking?” he asked gently, seeming to consider the idea. “Hard?”

      She nodded, her short red curls bouncing, and then she found her voice, “Hard.”

      She moved quickly to do as he requested.

      “Bare bottom?” he prodded, drawing her out.

      “Yes,” she barely made any sound.

      “Yes, what? Say it, girl, and speak up!” He was firmer, more masterful.

      “Bare bottom.” It came out louder.

      “Please,” he prompted.

      “Please,” she nodded, sounding terrified, sounding thrilled.

      “Across my lap?” he questioned.

      “Yes, please, across your lap,” she replied, with her head hanging down.

      “With my hand?” he asked firmly, still leading her. “Say all of it, again.”

      She took a deep breath and met his gaze. “Mac, would you please give me a very long, hard spanking with your hand on my bare bottom, while I lay face down across your knees? Please?”

      “Of course, my dear. I’ll give you as good a spanking as I ever gave anyone. I’ll set your lovely ass on fire for you. I’ll make it turn a very bright red and I’ll make it sting like the devil. I promise.” Suddenly Mac barked out an order, “Come here, now!”

      His tone left no room for hesitation. Sarah did as she was told. Following his orders, she moved the plain wooden chair into the center of the small room.

      “I want plenty of room to raise my arm when I spank you,” Mac said watching her carefully, judging her reactions.

      She moved the chair into place. He stood there, watching her. “Now, push up the right sleeve of my sweater for me,” he ordered, “and kiss the palm of my right hand. The hand I’m going to use to spank you very hard.”

      She reached out and pushed up his sleeve. She slowly slid her hand down to his hand and kissed the rough palm.

      After the required kiss, he sat in the straight-backed chair and patted his lap. “Over my knees, now. Sweet Sarah. It’s time.”

      Feeling awkward, Sarah draped herself across his knees. Mac spanked her without even raising her skirt. It was not a hard spanking, just playful and teasing. It was just a little harder than the swats he’d given her while hugging her. Sarah was almost disappointed when suddenly Mac began to pick up the pace of the blows. They weren’t really harder, just faster, but they began to sting.

      Suddenly, without a word, Mac raised Sarah’s skirt up and began spanking her on her lacy blue panties. He began to put more slap into it, stinging СКАЧАТЬ