The Visit

PART I

He had asked me to find a hotel for his visit to the states and I decided out of all the run down places he should probably stay at the Sheraton. It was a little farther away from my house, but it was the nicest place nearby. He didn’t want to stay in the city. He had told me he wanted to see where I lived.

He had made his reservation and was already on his flight.

I still didn’t really believe it, as I paced the tiled floor at Logan Airport. Was it all a rouse? Was I being taken for a fool?

“Ahh, there she is,” he said, his voice made my body melt—his accent. Yum!

I spun around with a huge grin on my face. My mouth dropped when I saw his day old stubble, how I wanted to touch it and feel it against my most sensitive places.

“What is it, beautiful?” his hand came around my tiny waist and slid down my plump ass.

I moaned softly and flushed instantly from embarrassment. He seemed to enjoy my unease, knowing I hadn’t been touched in quite some time. His hand ran back up my curves, caressing the side of my breast and up to my neck. I squirmed and laughed as he tickled me, scrunching my shoulder to my head, trapping his hand there.

“Sir,” I giggled the word out. And then it hit me, his scent. It was like a welcomed warm ray of sunshine, except it made dribbles of sweet juice dampen my silk panties.

We walked hand in hand to my car and drove a long ride to the hotel. His hand kept teasing me, slipping between my thighs. Sliding up on this inside and making me press the accelerator a little harder than I’d intended.

“Please, sir,” I whimpered. All the hair on my body stood on end and I shivered despite the sun raining in and the warming my skin.

*****

I stood in the center of the room, as he freshened up from his trip. As I looked out the window, my mind swirled on what he had planned. We’d talked for almost a year and finally we would be really doing the things we had discussed.

Hot breath tickled my neck, as he brushed my long blond hair from it. “I think we will need the air to keep us cool,” he said, reaching in front of me and turning the vent on full blast.

The sound was near deafening and perhaps what he had intended. He walked away from me and the cool air took the place of his body heat.

“Undress and come and stand in front of me. Leave your bra and knickers on,” he said and I could hear the grin on his face.

I smiled broadly, knickers, we called them panties. I wore a wrap dress that I knew he liked, because it showed every curve and sometimes snuck peeks at my thigh. I tugged the knot loose and pulled the belt that held the soft, royal blue, jersey-knit dress together. I had my back to him and shrugged it from my shoulders. I let the garment fall gently to the floor.

“Mmmm, beautiful ass. Now turn around.”

I wished I could hear something beyond the humming of the a/c unit and my own heart fluttering. The moment was now, there was no backing out. He looked me up and down, as a lion would his meal and I physically shivered in fear of what I was about to do.

“Come over here,” his voice deepened and I knew it was because he had to repeat himself.

I walked over in my heels and underwear. Why does it always sound sexy in the pages of a book and I felt a little silly? I’m a mom—not a, his hands interrupted my thoughts and moment of weakness.

As they ran under the lace banding at the top, back and forth my eyes closed as need seared through me. My sweet scent intoxicated me as he teased me. I pushed my wanton hips closer to his face. It had been too long, too long, “too long”. I groaned.

“I know it has sweetheart. We will take care of you soon. I love watching you writhe with need in front of me though, it makes me hard.”

My eyes looked into his, no longer a soft blue, but dark like the depths of the sea. My breath hitched and became caught in my throat. I wanted to rip his clothes off of him.

“I want to spank you first,” his voice was low and I could barely hear him.

I knew he was starting slow for me. Helping me become the submissive I wanted to be. I lay gingerly over his lap and my hands touched the carpet on the other side of his leg.

He adjusted himself on the bed and my body on his lap. His erection was already digging into my hip and it made my self confidence rise. He tugged at the pink silk panties, tightening them against my wet pussy. The material was wedged between my cheeks. He ran his hand over my bottom, stroking it and slowly tapping it, warming me and exciting me.

Smack!

“Oh!” I gasped out loudly.

The blood was fighting to rush to my head, my ass, and my clit all at once. It was a phenomenal sensation, as he continued his swats. There was a stinging sensation that ran a streak of lightening to my core. My chest struggled with the large intakes of air I tried to supply it. My mouth became dry as I panted.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

“Sir, oh fuck!” I cried my fingers clawing at the carpet. I was trying to get a hold of something, as my mind was spinning sublimely out of control.

 The material from my panties was tightly nestled in my pussy and furiously rubbing against my clit.

“Come for me,” he said in a voice that fueled my own lust higher.

In a silent scream, an explosion of fireworks burst though my body. My eyes flooded with tears. I was barely aware he was pulling my shuddering body up on to his lap.

“Fuck, beautiful! No one’s ever come like that on my lap before, from a spanking.”

As I panted, I looked into his smiling face and down between my legs—I had soaked his pants and we had only just begun.

You’ve received your instructions. And you lay out the crop, the nipple clamps, and the vibrator. You’ve never done this yourself and your relationship is so new. So—freshly shaved and your damp strawberry scented hair causes you to shiver, as you splay it out around your head on the soft cotton pillow. The sheets are cool against your warm skin and your nerves-mixed with excitement causes flutters of emotions to erupt in your belly.

With one hand you take your soft warm breast; your fingers work their way to the nipple, until you force a pointed tip. Taking the cold metal clamps in your other hand you open the clamp, something you’re slowly becoming accustomed to. The weight is more then your old ones and the pressure stronger.

Closing your eyes as the clamp pierces into your tightened pink nipple, you imagine it’s him doing it and instant feeling of wetness seeps in between your thighs. You take a shuddering breath, opening your eyes you repeat the process on the other side; the chain link is resting between your heaving breasts as you count. One, two, three…all the way to one hundred, you were told, with your eyes closed. Your mind focused on his face, your body focused on the sensations rolling up and down your skin, tingling, radiating outwards from your nipples like a drop in a pond slowly reaching the edge.

Once you’ve reached one hundred, you reach for the crop beside you. You were told one swat for every year of your age. Spreading your legs; your hand reaches between your thighs. You slide your hand over your pussy once and as you pull back up you pull yourself open. You know you cannot go lightly and this isn’t the normal riding crop, just a triangle of black leather. He said for each light swat you must add ten more.

Biting your lip you send the first swat to your pussy, dead center. Hmm. The sound was more then the bite, you think. Two, three…you open your cunt further, as you continue picturing him, smiling and nodding. Slowly you begin to add in your own fantasy; hitting the insides of your thighs. You run your free hand over and one finger inside yourself. You want to ensure you are wet on the outside. You bring your fingers to your mouth to moisten them and replace them over your pussy, back and forth you rub. You continue to punish your pussy; gasping as you go slightly harder, faster, harder.

 Finally you’re finished counting and you set the crop down. You hear only the fast pace of your breathing in the room. Next you pick up the vibrator and you’re surprised that you’re clenched so tight that only the head can fit inside. Playing this into the fantasy, you begin to beg for it, for him. Needing him to spread you open and fill you up.

You slowly work it in, you breath is rapidly getting away from you as your muscles adjust to the intrusive vibrator. Then you turn on the vibrations, but it’s not enough. You clench your thighs together and roll on your side moaning, needing release, and wanting it so badly. Your hand touches the crop and your fingers curl around it. You begin to punish your ass this time, lost in your fantasy of you and him. And like a pulse of rapid fire of the stings on your butt your climax begins to take hold and your breath is caught in your throat. You start to squirt out, as you land that last blow on that spot on your thighs right below your ass, where he likes it. Your tongue licks across your lips in satisfaction, for him. Warmth and a flood of heat consumes you as your orgasm continues to flow through your veins and pulses from your core. It causes your body to convulse in quick jolts. You flick off the vibrator and release the clamps, which causes you to suck in your breath; your eyes flutter, exhausted from your session.

You toss everything aside and curl up for a nap, drifting into dreams of him.