The Erotica of Al X : Mary's Secret Desires - Episode 2
(MF Mdom spank panty mast)
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Summary: Mary's secretly desires to be humiliated, treated roughly, and spanked hard. She finds (online) a man willing to pursue this with her. In their second encounter, she gets her first spanking.
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"Mary's Outdoor Spanking"
by Al X
Mary sat in her car with the engine running, still unsure if she could go through with this. She kept looking in the rear view mirror, part of her hoping Al wouldn't show, another part of her excited just thinking about what might happen in the next hour. Her breathing was heavy, her hands were shaking on the steering wheel, and then there was that mild throbbing between her legs. Her panties always got damp when she thought about her fantasy.
Her panties - she was asked, no told, what to wear: a white satin thongboy, sheer, see-through panties she had bought special the night before. She was also told to wear the shortest skirt she owned, and a belly shirt with no bra. "Only a slut e-mails a stranger for a spanking," Al had written, "so you must dress like the slut you truly are." She was told this in an e-mail the day before, just as she was told where to meet, where to park, and who to expect.
That morning, as her boyfriend watched her getting dressed, he noticed the new panties. "Those new?" he asked with a devilish grin.
"These?" She shook her head, downplaying the question.
"They're sexy." He was sitting in bed, still in his pajamas. "You're sexy," he told her as he moved the blankets aside and stepped out of bed. "Incredibly sexy."
He came up behind her, and placed his hand on the small of her back, then let it slide down onto her ass. She instinctively arched her back to let her ass stick out, wanting nothing more but to feel the slap of his open palm against it. But that was something he would never do, not the way she wanted it.
"I'm glad you dressing sexy for me," he said. His hand dipped lower, onto her thigh, then around to her front until his fingers were between her legs and rubbing her through the panty. He pushed his body against hers and she felt his growing erection against her ass.
But she wasn't wearing these panties for her boyfriend. They were for Al, a stranger she 'met' on the internet, and the thought of Al made her feel guilty. How could she do this to her boyfriend? She pushed his hand away and slipped away from him. "I can't be late for work," she lied.
He feigned an overly sad face, then plopped down onto the bed. "Tonight then? After work?" That was just like him, never able to take control and overpower her.
"Sure," she said, then she kissed him on the forehead and continued dressing. When her boyfriend left the bedroom she found a tight tank top and a sexy skirt, something slutty, something she knew Al would like, and tucked these in her purse. Out in her car she took them out and threw them on the passenger seat. All through the drive to work she kept glancing at the clothes, imagining how hot she would look in them. She couldn't wait until the morning was over and the afternoon too, until she could slip out of work early and drive to the state park.
At 4:00 she pulled into the parking lot and shut off the engine. The first thing she did was unbutton her blouse. She quickly removed her shirt and bra, then pulled on the tank top. Already her nipples were erect. She kicked off her shoes and slid off her pants, pushing them onto the floor. She looked at the white panty she was wearing. It was sexy, she knew, especially with her pubic patch visible. Would Al see that? Would that get him hot? Then she put on the skirt, pulling it up over her legs and lifting her ass to scrunch into it.
Waiting there, nervous and scared, she recalled their last encounter here at this park, where in a clearing Al had abused her tits the way no man had done before. And she began to fantasize, the same fantasy she had had for so long - having a man spank her ass, really spank her. As her fear and nervousness gave way to sexual excitement, she let her hand run on the inside of her thigh, up all the way to the crotch of her panties. Her finger ran along the slit, once, twice, a third time, until she had to force herself to stop, to wait.
It seemed like an eternity, but soon a car turned into the lot and slowly pulled up. It was Al. They exchanged nervous smiles, and then he turned off the engine. "Hello Mary," he said through the open passenger window, in a tone flat and firm. She didn't speak, she merely nodded. He rolled up his windows, got out of the car, and walked around to the side of her car.
There was something calming about him - he looked normal, respectable, safe. She didn't think he would do anything to hurt her; in fact, she wasn't sure he would be forceful enough for her fantasy. But seeing him stand there in silence, wearing dark sunglasses with his arms crossed, he looked as serious as a state cop or angry father. When he removed his sunglasses he stared at her coldly, and she knew he was in control. "Does your boyfriend know you're here?"
She shook her head.
"Mary, does your boyfriend know what you're about to do? What you're about to do with me?"
Again, she shook her head.
"And you, Mary, Are you ready to submit?"
She spoke softly: "I am willing to submit."
Al smiled. "Good. There are two things I demand from you, Mary - your submission and your honesty. If you fail to submit at any time then this is over, immediately." He paused.
"And if I fail to be honest?"
"Then you will be punished. Understand?"
"I understand."
Al took a few steps closer to her car. He was decent looking, almost handsome in a white dress shirt and jeans. Mary turned her head and stared out the windshield, her hands gripping the steering wheel.
"Tell me, Mary, what kind of woman are you? Be honest."
This was the moment of truth. She knew what she had to do to answer this question. She lowered her hands and gripped the edge of her skirt.
"What kind of woman are you?" Al asked again. "Show me, Mary."
It was now or never. She could turn the engine and drive off, leaving this episode behind, this fantasy unexplored, but she had come this far. She had to do this. She closed her eyes and slowly lifted her skirt with both hands, moving it up her thigh until she knew her panty was exposed.
"More," he commanded.
She lifted the skirt higher, until her hands were resting on her stomach and she knew Al had a perfect view of the black patch of her pubic hair through the sheer fabric.
"Spread your legs for me."
She didn't want to, but Al was in control. And so slowly she moved her legs, feeling the back of her thighs inch across the seat, feeling the lips of her vagina pull apart slightly. She didn't want him to notice the wet spot on the panties. She didn't want him to notice how heavy her breathing has become. She didn't want him to notice her nipples poking at the tank top. But surely he did.
She felt him come closer, leaning into window, until his mouth was near her ear. "What kind of woman exposes herself to a complete stranger?" he whispered with a hint of disdain in his voice. She felt his breath on her neck.
"A slut."
Al's hand suddenly landed on her thigh, just above the knee. His grip was tight, forceful "You disappoint me, Mary. Coming out here, dressed like this, violating your boyfriend's trust." His grip tightened, and he pulled her leg to spread her legs further apart. When he released his grip, he moved his hand up, halfway between her knee and her crotch, and squeezed hard again. "Letting another man feel you like this, letting him touch your thigh. What would your boyfriend think?"
"He would think I was a dirty slut. A tramp."
Al leaned even closer to her. "And isn't that what her really are, Mary? Nothing more than a cheap, parking-lot whore who gives it away for free?" He moved his hand up a few more inches until his knuckles pressed against her panty. She could feel the pressure against her pussy. She grabbed his hand, afraid of what he might do, but also afraid he would feel how wet she was.
"What would your boyfriend do if he knew you were doing this - sitting here with my hand between your legs?"
"He would punish me," she told him.
"And since he's not here?"
She still held his hand, trying to push it away from her groin. She looked up, for the first time into Al's eyes. She could smell his cologne, and coffee on his breath. "Then you should punish me."
He released his grip, then brought his hand over her groin and her belly. When it reached her chest, he ran his fingers around each of her breasts in a circular motion, causing her nipples to harden even more. HE touched her neck, then gripped her chin and turned her head to face him. He looked at her without speaking. His expression seemed to say: You are mine.
He moved back and reached for the door handle. As the door slowly opened, He ordered her to get out. She fixed her skirt, rolled up the windows, checked the car one last time, then slowly got out, trying to keep her legs covered. She closed the door and locked the car. A view of the parking lot revealed that they were alone. This was a secluded spot.
Up ahead lie the path to the woods, a trail few people used. It was there they had spoken about going, to find an isolated spot where she would lie across his lap and he would lift her skirt, take down her panties, and spank her ass. That was why she was standing here in this parking lot, with a mini-skirt and sneakers, looking trashy. Trashy - that's what she would call someone else if she saw them dressed this way.
When she took her fist step, he ordered "Stop!" in a tone that startled her. She froze and waited. "Turn around," he told her, and she turned to face away from him. "Since you were so nice to let me see the front of your panties, I want to see the back now. Show me your ass, Mary."
"Not here, someone might-"
"Shut up, Mary. Do not speak unless you are answering a question. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"Now show me your ass."
She reached behind and grabbed the edge of her skirt, then raised it high to expose her ass. She felt a slight breeze on the back of her thighs and her exposed cheeks. She stared at the entrance to the parking lot, hoping no one was coming.
"Does your boyfriend ever fuck your ass?"
"No."
"Does he ever lick it, Mary? Has he ever licked your asshole?"
She shook her head again, then stood there waiting for Al to speak. He gave her plenty of time before asking: "Mary, do you know what it means when a woman lifts her skirt and shows a man her ass?"
"No."
"That's your first lie. I'll ask you once again: Do you know what it means when a woman lifts her skirt and shows a man her ass?"
This time she nodded. "It means she wants him to fuck her."
"Just like a dog, Mary. Like a bitch in heat showing off her pussy to any dog who wants to fuck her. That's what you've become, isn't it?"
She didn't want to admit it, but standing there exposing her ass to a stranger she knew what she had become. "I am a slut, aren't I?"
Al ordered her to put the skirt down and turn around. As she did she stole a glance at his crotch, at the bulge in his jeans. His cock was surely erect. "Let's go," he told her.
She was ready to walk to the woods, to proceed with their agreed-upon plan. She took a few steps but wasn't even past her car when Al again ordered her to stop. "Put your hands on the hood."
"But we're supposed to-" She stopped speaking as soon as she saw his face, realizing she had broken one of his implicit rules. Resigning herself, she turned towards the car and leaned forward, placing both hands on the hood, which was still warm from the drive.
"Lower," he told her and she leaned closer to the hood, until she felt metal through her tank top and against her nipples. Al had moved directly behind her and with his right foot tapped against her insteps, forcing her to spread her legs. When he moved to stand beside her, he placed one hand against the top of her back, below her neck, and applied pressure, pushing her down until her breasts squeezed against the hood. Mary strained to keep her head up, all the while watching the entrance to the parking lot.
With one hand holding her down, he suddenly slapped her ass over the skirt. It stung a little, and forced her belly against the hood. But she didn't complain. "That was for lying before," he told her. He slapped her again, harder. "That was for speaking when you weren't spoken to."
She felt his hand on her leg, then felt her skirt lifted up, exposing her panty-covered ass. He rested my hand on the cheeks, palming them. "Thank you for wearing these for me," he said as his fingers began to run over the patterns in the fabric, over each ass cheek, then along the crack. "But do you know what seeing you like this does to me?"
"No," she answered, instantly realizing that she really did know, and hoping he would catch her in another lie.
He did. He gave her another slap, this time against the fabric of her panties. "Liar. You know what it does. You saw what it did."
"It gets your cock hard," she said. It turned her on to realize this. "It makes you want to fuck me, to fuck me in the ass." Her brazenness surprised her, and excited her.
"And are you going to let me fuck you in the ass?"
She glanced at her hand on the hood, at the engagement ring on her finger. "No, I can't."
"Are you going to let me fuck your pussy?"
"No, I can't. You know I can't.."
"But do you want me to?"
"No," she answered. But then she felt his hand slide down between her legs, at the wetness dripping through her panty. "You're a liar, Mary. Your pussy is screaming out for a cock, my cock, any cock. You want to be fucked so badly." His finger pushed into the panty, deep into her lips. "Don't you?"
"Yes, I want you to fuck me but I can't let you, I really can't."
She wanted to feel his finger enter her, to find her clit and get her off, but instead, he moved his hand back to her ass. He grabbed the thong and bunched up in her crack, pulling it tightly, deeper into the crack. Her ass cheeks were now fully exposed, and after he released her underwear he spanked them hard, once, twice, three times, surely leaving red handprints.
"So: You've exposed yourself and got my cock good and hard, ready to fuck you, but you're not going to fuck me."
"I can't."
"What do they call girls like that, Mary?"
"Cock teases."
"Is that what you are?"
She closed her eyes and nodded. "That's what I am. That's exactly what I am."
"And what do cock teases deserve, Mary? What do they deserve for torturing men the way they do?"
"They deserve to be punished."
He punished her. He spanked her hard, again and again. He was waiting for her to speak out and tell him to stop, but she didn't. It hurt her, but with each slap her pussy tingled. Eventually he stopped and took a break, and when he backed off, she knew he was staring at a bare-assed woman bent over the car. "Pull your panties down, Mary. Now."
She pushed away from the car, then stood up and arched her back to stretch. Then she reached down and lowered her panties a few inches below her ass, the way she knew he would like it. Without asking, she lifted her skirt like a good slut, awaiting his approval. "Back on the car," he ordered, and she again lowered herself towards the hood. "Put your hands behind your back."
She was about to protest, but thought better of it. She lie against the hood and placed both hands behind her back. Al approached and grabbed her wrists with one hand. His other hand lifted up her skirt. Her ass was fully exposed, the panties bunched below. "This is for your boyfriend, Mary," Al said as he began to slap her hard. " Your loyal and loving boyfriend --" slap! "- who is home waiting for you at home while your out here" - slap! - "getting my cock hard, getting your cunt wet" - slap! "You're a slutty tramp, a bitch in heat, Mary" - slap! - "a cock-loving slut who doesn't deserve your boyfriend" - slap! And she felt the pain now, and it hurt badly, and she started to cry a little and feared there were welts on her ass, and she wanted it to stop and just when she was ready to break down and beg him to stop, she felt her hands released.
Al collapsed on top of her then, his stomach pressed onto her back, his face buried into her hair. He was breathing heavy, his chest heaving. exhausted from spanking her. She couldn't speak, and wouldn't know what to say if she could. She was dazed, too many emotions swirling in her mind.
He didn't speak either, he just laid there atop her, with his hot breath in her ear and one hand still on her ass, tightly gripping her cheek. When he finally moved away, she felt her panties pulled down forcefully, and she almost tripped as he ripped them from first one foot, then the other. He looked wild, now, crazed even, as he stumbled backwards towards his car.
Still laying against the hood, she turned her head and watched as he undid his belt and pushed down his pants, finally freeing his hard cock. His right hand gripped the base and began to jerk it; his left hand wrapped the panties around the head of it. He was staring with lust at her ass. She slipped her arm underneath her and reached her hand between her legs. She gave him a good view as two fingers dipped into her wet pussy, and her thumb pressed against her clit.
As she finger-fucked herself, Al jerked his cock even faster. He stared into her eyes, then at her fingers darting in and out of her pussy, while she did the same, alternating her gaze between his wild eyes and panty-covered cock, and soon she was moaning, and felt the oncoming orgasm. She closed her eyes. When she opened them, she saw that Al had closed his eyes and bunched up the panties around his cock, collecting his juices, cleaning his cock.
Mary lowered her head and closed her eyes, finally fulfilled, but still overcome with emotion. Her mind went blank and she just lay there, until she realized she was half-naked in a parking lot with her fingers jammed inside her cunt. It took all her effort, but she pushed herself off the car and straightened her skirt. Al was pulling his underwear up and zipping his jeans, and it shocked her to see him tuck her underwear into the back of his pants pocket.
"I need my underwear," she told him, her voice cracking slightly.
"These are mine. You bought them for me, remember?" He walked around his car and opened his car door.
"But my underwear -- What will I tell my boyfriend?"
"Tell him the truth. Tell him his slut-girlfriend did today." He got in his car, started the engine and rolled down the windows. "I will e-mail you tomorrow about our next meeting." He put the car into reverse and moments later he was gone.
Leaving Mary alone in the parking lot, with no panties, just a wet cunt and a sore ass. She rubbed her hands over each cheek, sure there were welts and marks down there. Opening her car, she carefully slid in, pleased that her butt wasn't as tender as she feared. She'd be OK to drive, to drive home to her boyfriend. Her boyfriend- she would have to hide from him tonight. She'd have to feign sickness to keep him from wanting sex. She would have to lie to him again.
But as she started the engine and began to drive away, thoughts of her boyfriend were replaced by thoughts of Al: How he looked, the sternness of his voice, the feel of his hand slapping her ass, his hand jerking off his cock until he came in her panties. And most of all, the thrill of his last words to her, how next week they would meet again! p>
THE END
Written during October, 2006 / Revised November 22, 2006
The author welcomes your comments and suggestions for future stories.
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