Katie smiled to herself as she pulled out the key to unlock the front door, but even her smile couldn't cover the shaking of her hands. She was nervous. With good reason, too, when she thought about what Jon had said this morning as he kissed her good-bye. In her mind she could see the look in his eyes when he leaned over her. "I've got special plans for tonight, my dear. Make sure you're home early."
It hadn't been long into their dating life when they made love for the first time, and although she had certainly enjoyed herself, there had been nothing in that first time to make Katie think there was anything really different about sex with Jon. He was attentive, enthusiastic, but nothing that she wasn't used to. At first. After a month or so he'd surprised her one day by flipping her over suddenly and entering her from behind. Katie had gasped into the pillow, then pushed back against him with unexpected pleasure. He'd never said anything about it, but since that day their love-making had become...rougher, more intense. Not that Katie was complaining, oh, no. It made her blush a bit to think of how much she liked it when Jon made her feel used. He made her feel that he wanted her too much to be gentle. She knew he'd never really hurt her. Well, she mostly knew. He never seemed completely safe when he had her pressed onto the bed, her arms pinned beneath her while he explored and tasted and thrust into her.
Pushing her way through the front door, Katie set down the bags she had draped over her arms. Before he'd left, Jon had given her instructions, and now, looking at the contents of the bags, Katie felt another flutter of nerves. Black lace, well, that was pretty and sexy, so that didn't make her nervous. But in a small pink bag there rested a short handled leather paddle, intended for one purpose. The clerk in the shop had grinned at her while the blood had rushed to her face. "Been a bad girl, have you?" the clerk had asked brazenly. Katie had left without a word, knowing very well why Jon had asked her to have that ready for tonight.
He wasn't home yet. As Katie moved through the house toward the bedroom, she noticed that it was after seven. He would be home any minute, and she knew he wanted her ready when he was. She pulled the contents of the bags onto the bed and looked at them. Beneath her blushes she had to admit there was a twinge of excitement. She recalled the way her body had thrashed against him in a wild orgasm when he'd used a vibrator on her the first time. She'd been leary then, too, but he'd obviously known what he was doing. She'd have to trust him tonight.
With a deep breath, she pulled off her work clothes. Unbuttoning her blouse, she glanced at herself in the mirror. Jon liked to have the large mirror close to the bed. When she was writhing beneath him, he'd tell her to look at herself, to see what she looked like when she was wet and dizzy with desire. She'd look, and moan, and he would fill her as he watched her. As she pulled off her skirt, she was pleased to remember that she'd shaved this morning...all of her. Jon was particular. He wanted her smooth, wanted to be able to run his tongue easily over every curve and fold of her. Pausing, she brushed her finger lightly over her thighs, then between her thighs. Her hand still trembled slightly, but she felt the curl of need grow inside her and her fingers felt the sudden dampness that came with it.
Naked now, Katie jumped into the shower. She took her time soaping up, running her slick hands over every inch of her skin, enjoying the sensation of the hot water. Still, though, she didn't relax. The tense anticipation never left her, and as she dried off, she felt it grow. She glanced in the mirror as she pulled her hair into a loose knot at the base of her neck. The few tendrils that escaped looked alluring, and she knew Jon would like that. When she had rubbed fragrant lotion over her skin, Katie knew she had only one thing left to do.
She came out of the bathroom and looked at the small pile of lace on the bed. Unbidden, Katie had a brief vision of herself, wearing that, spread on the bed. The image sent a jolt of desire through her, and she was surprised to feel drops of wetness running down her legs. She smiled in anticipation, but then her glance fell on the paddle lying beside the lace panties and corset. Would he really use that on her? Would it hurt? But the moisture between her legs drove her on, over to the bed, and as she pulled on the panties, she ran her hands down her body to where the desire was building. Oh yes, he would use that on her. She knew it. But she also knew that she was going to let him.
At last she was ready. Jon had wanted her ready, waiting for him, and as she pulled on the garter belt and stockings, she heard the front door open. In an instant her heart was beating like a hammer and she stood in the room, hands trembling, waiting for him to climb the stairs. She heard him moving about the kitchen, but not for an instant did she think he had forgotten about her. No, he was making her wait. He knew she'd be standing there, uncertain, fear vying with need, and he wanted to make her squirm. It was part of the plan.
Finally he was coming, slowly, up the stairs. Her breath came in little gasps as her heart pounded. She stood in the middle of the room, nearly naked, covered only in provocative bits of black satin and lace. Jon pushed the door open and Katie raised her eyes to meet his. He didn't greet her or walk further into the room. She saw his gaze move deliberately down her body, lingering on the small triangle of satin between her thighs. He lifted his gaze to her breasts and she saw him breathe deeply. At last his eyes returned to her face, but he didn't move toward her. "Stay there," he told her quietly. When she opened her mouth to say something, to ask him what he was planning, he held up his hand. "Stay there," he repeated. "If you don't do what I tell you, I will have to punish you."
Katie drew in a surprised breath and glanced over at the slim paddle lying on the bed. Jon followed her gaze, then nodded. "That's right. I'll only use it if I have to." And then he walked to the bathroom.
Katie was left standing in the room, legs trembling, breath uneven. She wondered how long she would have to wait, but it was only a minute or so before Jon came out. He had taken off his tie, loosened his shirt. Now he walked toward her, but not to embrace her or kiss her hello. Stopping in front of her, Jon lifted his hands and ran them slowly over her shoulders, down her arms, and back up again. His fingertips skimmed the mounded flesh above her lacy corset, then danced lightly over her nipples and down to her waist. Katie felt her breath begin to pant, and a fresh rush of desire in her core. Jon let his hands roam gently as he toured around her, fingers running along the line of her panties and down to where the thong disappeared between her rounded cheeks. Katie groaned and shifted her weight, but when she did so, Jon smacked her sharply on the buttocks. "Oh no, my dear. No moving for you." He came around to the front of her again, this time letting his hand trail down across her hips, and lower. As he brushed his hand over the triangle of cloth, he raised his eyebrows. "Wet already? You are a bad girl." He grinned slightly and brought his lips closer to hers. "And what would this bad girl like?" he breathed.
Katie felt weak in the knees, feeling the casual way his fingers teased her. "Oh, God, I want you," she whispered, bringing her arms up to wrap around his neck.
But Jon stepped back, shaking his head. "No, no, bad girl. Didn't I say no moving?" He pushed away from her and walked to the bed. Picking up the paddle, he turned back to her. "I told you I'd only use it if I had to, didn't I?"
Katie nodded mutely, fear fluttering in her belly. She couldn't take her eyes off what he held in his hands.
Jon walked back to her and ran the paddle gently over her backside. "A naughty girl needs to be punished by her man," he whispered in her ear. "And you are definitely a naughty girl." Then he pulled away. "Kneel down," he told her, and she didn't think to disobey. She dropped to her knees on the carpet, then looked up, waiting for instructions.
Jon moved around behind her. "Lean forward, on your hands," he told her, and Katie did so, quaking. She looked back through her legs and saw Jon step closer and get down on one knee behind her. She felt one hand brush gently over her firm buttocks. She heard him let out a deep breath and knew that he was appreciating the view. But then, without warning, he brought the paddle down sharply, smacking her cheeks and causing Katie to let out a scream and jerk forward. Before she could pull away, though, Jon wrapped his arm around her hips, holding her in place. "No moving, remember? I'll only do as many as I need to."
Katie nodded once, and moved back into position on her hands and knees, stifling the cries in her throat. She felt Jon rubbing her stinging skin, and then again, suddenly, he brought the paddle down. Katie cried out as before, but stayed put.
"Ah, much better," Jon's voice was husky. "One more should do it, I think." And again the paddle came down, wrenching one last sob from Katie's throat.
Jon sat back and laid the paddle on the carpet beside Katie. She was still on all fours, her head hanging down limply. "There now, all done," Jon crooned, running his hands over her buttocks. "Does that sting?" he asked her. When Katie nodded, he lowered his lips and carefully kissed her hot, stinging skin. For a long minute there was no sound but of his gentle kisses and their breathing. Slowly Katie began to notice more than the pain, and her body responded. She tightened her muscles, wanting to push back against his lips, but she stayed very still. Jon felt the tightening muscles and ran his hands over her hips.
"Feeling better?" he asked.
Katie nodded again mutely, wondering if now he would take her.
But instead Jon stood up. "Turn around," he instructed.
Surprised, Katie sat up and swivelled around until she was facing him. He stood before her and from this height she could clearly see the swell of his erection.
"Take it out," he ordered.
Katie stared up at him. This was something she'd never done for him, something she wasn't sure she wanted to do.
Jon saw the indecision on her face, and smiled. He jerked his chin toward the paddle laying by her feet. "Am I going to have to use that again so soon?" he asked quietly.
Katie shook her head, and turned her eyes back to the bulge before her. He knew he was well endowed, and the idea of fitting that length into her mouth... But at Jon's restless movement she lifted her hands and, trembling, undid his pants. They fell to the floor. Katie took a deep breath and slowly tugged the waistband of his boxers lower, until his erection sprang free. Jon paused to step out of his clothes, then stood before her and grabbed her head in his hands. "In your mouth," he told her.
She leaned forward and closed her lips around the throbbing end. At her touch, Jon moaned and tightened his grip on her hair. "Oh, that's right..." He pushed against her face, and Katie opened her mouth to take more of him in. She ran her tongue over him, then closed her lips and sucked, pulling him in as far as she could take. Jon groaned again, then, abruptly, pulled away from her. She looked up at him. His eyes were bright with desire, his cheeks flushed.
He reached down and pulled her up in front of him. He leaned in and placed a soft kiss on her lips. "Good girl. When you do good, you get a reward." Saying this, he slid his hands over her body again, and then knelt in front of her. Katie gasped as he let his fingers trace the edge of her lacy panties, then just about fell when he pushed them to one side and plunged a finger deep inside her.
"Oh, you're soaking wet," Jon breathed. "What a little slut you are to be so wet after sucking my cock."
Part of Katie's brain was shocked to hear Jon talking to her like that, but the rest was crazy with need as he began to thrust his finger in and out of her. Her legs felt like they were about to give way, so she leaned back against the wall to keep upright. Jon moved closer and, with his finger still inside her, ran his tongue over her pink lips and over her throbbing clit. Katie's breath was coming in a pant and she could feel the dampness dripping down her leg. Jon felt it, too. He ran his tongue over her thighs, spreading her legs apart to better reach every fold. Katie felt the passion building, and knew that she would explode with it soon.
It seemed that Jon noticed that, too, because an instant later, he pulled away from her. Sliding his hands upward, he rose, pressing her against the wall. "Oh, no you don't. Not yet, you eager girl. I'm not done with you." He walked away, unbuttoning his shirt. "Get on the bed," he said, moving over to stand beside it.
Katie stumbled her way across the room and lay down. She forced herself to lie back on the pillows and held her clenched hands by her sides. What did he have planned now? Her thighs were still wet with her juices and she throbbed with need. But she wasn't sure Jon was done with that paddle either, and who knew what else he had in mind.
His shirt was off now, tossed onto the floor, and he moved closer to her, holding her gaze as he approached. Katie pulled in a shuddery breath as Jon just stood and looked at her, finally letting his gaze travel over her. She thought this was it, that now he would mount her and thrust himself deep inside, where she wanted to feel him. Instead, he ran a hand lightly over her skin causing her to shiver, then said abruptly, "Turn over."
At her questioning frown, Jon turned and swiftly picked up the paddle from where it lay on the carpet. "Are you disobeying me, you naughty girl?" he asked quietly.
"No, no, of course not," Katie was turning over as she spoke, but she could tell by the gleam in his eye that it was not soon enough. And as soon as she moved onto her stomach, she felt Jon's hands carressing her buttocks.
"Still a little red, I see," she heard him murmur. "I'll be gentle, then." And then she pressed her face into the pillow as with a swift smack he spanked her again.
Her yelp of surprise was muffled, and she held her body still.
"Ah, very good," he crooned to her.
She had expected another one, like before, was braced for it, but this time Jon put down the paddle and spread his hands over her firm behind, kneading his fingers into her flesh.
Katie couldn't help it. She pushed back against his hands, wanting more of his touch. Even the pain on her skin seemed welcome now, intensifying her pleasure. Jon's hands roamed over her hips, her thighs, and she felt his hot breath as he leaned over to kiss the welts on her skin. Then, with a gasp of surprise, she felt his tongue as it traced a path from the top of her thong, down into the crevice between her cheeks. "Mmmm," she heard him groan, and the sound made her push back again.
"Look at you, pushing at me like that." He curled his hands around her hips as he spoke. "Look at you, wanting it. Do you want it, Katie?" His voice was husky, his breathing rapid.
"Yes," she whispered. "I want you to take me."
He leaned forward now and ran his hands under her torso to cup her full breasts under the delicate material. "Tell me you're a bad girl, and you want me to take you," he whispered into her ear.
Katie pressed her body into the bed, rubbing, seeking friction to release the tormenting desire growing in her. She arched back to meet him, hardly aware of what she was saying, as long as he eased the torture between her legs. "Yes, I want it," she whispered again.
Jon squeezed her breasts once more, roughly, then in a quick motion pulled her back against him, holding her there while he piled pillows in front of her. Before she could question him, he pushed her back down, her body curving over the pillows, her hips high. The bed moved as Jon knelt behind her, hands wrapped tightly around her hips. Her body was wild for his touch, and she sighed with relief as he grasped the cloth of her panties and tugged them swiftly over her thighs, throwing them to the floor. Then she buried her face in the pillow with a moan as he again ran his tongue along the path where her thong had nestled. His tongue, and then his finger.
"A girl like you should have her legs wide for her man," he breathed, and Katie dutifully spread her thighs, feeling wetness drip down her leg. She was aching for his touch, panting hard.
He didn't disappoint. Using one hand to pull her back against his body, he ran his other hand up one of her thighs, pausing just before her opening, before thrusting his fingers deep inside her once more.
Katie gasped and shuddered, thankful for his supporting arm holding her up. He didn't give her time to recover. Again and again he drove his fingers inside, and then, when she was moaning his name, he pushed one of his fingers into the tight, pink hole of her ass.
This was like nothing she'd ever felt. As wet, as passionate as she was, the slight pain of his entry barely phased her. As with the sting of the spanking, the pain seemed to intensify her throbbing need for him. She cried out breathlessly, bucking back against his hand, causing his finger to slip further yet into her tight canal. She screamed out again, shamelessly.
She barely noticed Jon shifting position behind her but then, as she she felt his hard member press up behind her, she knew what he wanted. Leaning further onto the pillows, she opened herself all the way for him, spreading her legs as far as they would go. With one hand caressing her clit, the other pleasuring her ass, Jon moved closer and, with a hard thrust, entered her wet, hot opening.
This final sensation drew Katie to the edge. As she cried out and thrashed helplessly, she felt Jon driving against her bruised buttocks, the last vestige of pain pushing her over the threshold. A scream of ecstacy burst from her throat and, at that instant, she heard Jon cry out as he emptied himself into her. Together they shuddered violently as their orgasms rocked them, over and over. Katie was blind to all else but the sensation of his body on, and in, hers.
Finally, breathlessly, they collapsed together, their hearts pounding as one. Neither spoke. As the minutes passed, their breathing calmed, heart rates subsided, but still neither spoke. Katie knew they wouldn't speak of it. She lay there exposed, flushed, used. She remembered the vision she'd had of herself earlier, seeing herself lying on the bed in her lace. She smiled now, remembering her fear of the paddle, of pain. She blushed as she remembered the way she had cried out for him, how the pain he had given her had pushed her over the edge. She knew she'd never again see that paddle without feeling a rush of desire.
She wondered how long she would have to wait, until he would use it...and her...again.
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