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From: graycarl@aol.com (Graycarl)
Subject: {ASSM} The Apartment Game - M/F roleplay, spanking
Date: Sat,  2 Jun 2001 21:10:02 -0400
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The Apartment Game

She turned the key in the door and entered the apartment.  No sign of life yet.
 She dumped her briefcase in the kitchen and quickly changed out of her office
gear.  She pulled on the very short pleated skirt and white blouse, white ankle
socks and her trainers and wrapped a cloth round her hair holding it up at the
back.  She went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror.  Yes she looked the
part alright.

She made his coffee as instructed and when it was ready she nervously knocked
on the bedroom door.  There was no response.  She quietly pushed it open.  He
was lying there waiting for her.

'Good Morning Sir'

'Morning Liz' he replied as she walked over and laid the cup and saucer on his
bedside table.

'I hope you've done exactly as instructed'

She shivered as he reached out and slowly lifted her skirt.

'You're wearing panties' he said sternly.  'I thought I'd told you no panties'

'Sorry sir.  I just didn't feel right without my panties.'

'Well, I consider that wilful disobedience and you'll be punished for it.  Take
them off now - and then go and get that hairbrush off the dressing table'

'Yes sir' she said as she removed her panties.  She walked across the room and
saw the long handled polished wood brush lying on his dressing table.  It
looked like a clothesbrush to her but she wasn't going to argue - not now
anyway.

She turned round to see he was getting out of bed.  He wasn't wearing any
clothes.  She could see he was very aroused as he sat on the edge of the bed. 
She started to feel damp between the legs.  She knew what was coming - indeed
she welcomed it - which was why she'd left her panties on to give him the quick
excuse to spank her.

'Come and lie over my lap' he said.

She lay across his lap and felt him pick up her skirt.  He started to gently
rub her bottom.  She had that half-fear half burning desire of the lady who
both desires and dreads her punishment.

'I think 20 spanks are called for for wilful disobedience' he said as he
continued to rub her bottom edging his fingers down the now almost dripping
area between her legs.  She moaned as he touched her clitoris.  She could feel
his erection pressing hard against her thigh.

He took his hand from her bottom and she tensed as he picked up the
clothesbrush.  He started to spank her - slowly, but hard, allowing the pain to
sink in and intensify before the next stroke.  God it hurt, but it was so good.
He was an accomplished spanker.  He covered every inch of her bottom turning it
shades of pink and red and a couple of purple patches too.  She wriggled and
yelped as he spanked, but didn't cry - she prided herself on not breaking down
however much the spanking hurt.
The spanking over she climbed gingerly off his knee, rubbing her sore bottom.
'So next time, remember not to wear your panties' he said trying hard to
repress his smile as he said it.
'Yes sir' she replied knowing full well that if she didn't she'd find some
other way of 'disobeying' him and receiving her first spanking of the day.
'Now you can tidy the sitting room and make my breakfast - and as an additional
forfeit take your top and bra off too'
She stood in front of him and removed her blouse and unhitched her brassiere f
freeinh her breasts.  They were one of her best points she thought, not too
large and still firm despite her 35 years.  She displayed themproudly and
revelled in his admiring look.  She noticed his erection hadn't diminished
either.  She wondered if he'd fuck her this time - or perhaps punish her more
by making her make him come without any direct sexual pleasure herself. 
Although this was a game they'd played many times he usually managed to bring
some new nuances too it so she was never sure how it would work out.
As he repaired to the bathroom, she tidied the sitting room and then prepared
his breakfast, in both cases making sure things weren't quite perfect.  She
definitely needed more this morning..
He came out of the bathroom, wrapping his dressing gown around him and sat down
to eat his breakfast.  He noted she'd fried the eggs hard, instead of easy as
he liked them, the toast was slightly burnt and the coffee had too much sugar
in it.  He smiled to himself.  After he finished breakfast she washed up and he
inspected the sitting room.  A couple of cushions were out of place, a dirty
glass remained on the sideboard.  No she certainly had been a little remiss.
'Come here Liz' he said.
He pointed out all the faults in his breakfast and in the room tidying.
'What have you got to say for yourself?'
'Sorry sir' she said with a half smile.
'Sorry isn't good enough' he replied, and took her by the hand and steered her
towards an upright chair which he had placed in the centre of the room.
'Now you know what that chair means' he said
'Yes sir' she stammered.  She did know.  He was going to use the riding crop on
her and she was beginning to wish she'd not left things out of place and had
cooked his breakfast as he liked it.
'You are going to receive three strokes with the crop for each fault - and an
extra six for carelessness.  That makes 18 in all.  Is that right?'  She
realised he'd missed one fault out - should she tell him or not.  She decided,
on balance, not to mention it.  'Yes sir' she said.
Raise your skirt, bend over the chair and place your legs wide apart.  You
don't get up, or allow your skirt to fall over your bottom or rub your bottom
until I say you can, or you get six more.  Do you understand?'
'Yes sir' she replied as she bent over the chair, raising her skirt so the hem
rested on the small of her back.
She sensed him move round behind her and gasped as he rubbed the crop up
between her legs.  He flicked it so the end slapped against her again-wet
pussy.  She gasped in both pain and pleasure as he repeated this a few times. 
'You like that don't you?'  he said.
'Yes sir' she replied.
'Well the idea's to punish you, not pleasure you so I'd better start the
spanking' he said.
Again she sensed him raise the crop and tensed her bottom as she heard it swish
through the air and crack sharply across her bare bottom.  She'd had the crop
many times before, but each time the pain of the first stroke always took her
by surprise.  She gasped and bit her tongue with the pain.  She heard it swish
through the air again and again as he laid a neat line of scarlet welts across
her bottom.  She counted a dozen.  She desperately wanted to stand up and rub
her bottom furiously, but knew that to do that invited more and she wasn't sure
she could take more.  Thirteen - across the top of her thighs.  Fourteen
slightly lower. She cried out with the pain. then the last four across the
middle of her bottom again.  It was over, but she didn't get up.
'Oh - I've just seen you left a dirty glass on the sideboard.  I didn't count
that one.  I owe you another three - plus six more for not telling me.  However
I'll let you off the crop - you can have those with the hairbrush again.'
Liz wasn't too sure that this was in any way a letoff.  Her bottom was already
very sore and the hairbrush over the top of the cropping was not going to be
pleasant.
'Right - you can count these out and thank me as I give them to you'
'Yes sir.'
He went into the bedroom and re-appeared with the clothesbrush.
'Ready?'
'Yes sir'
He rubbed the shiny back of the clothesbrush across her bottom - even this
gentle action hurt as it crossed the weals left by the crop.
She sensed him lifting it up.  She tensed and flinched as it was brought down
hard across her bottom.  Pain shot through her again.
'One sir, thank you sir' she gasped out.
He waited for the pain to well up and diminish slightly before the next stroke.
 This was right across the fleshy part at the top of her thighs.  She hardly
managed the 'Two sir. thank you sir' this time and desperately wanted to stand
up and rub her poor abused bottom, but knew if she did that he would only
prolong the spanking.  She could feel tears forming in her eyes - no dammit,
she wasn't going to give him the pleasure of seeing her cry.
The clothesbrush descended again - right across the middle of her bottom.  She
had to draw breath before the 'Three sir, Thank you sir.' which came out with
difficulty.  God, six to go - could she handle this.  Somehow she did survive
the next six strokes - maybe he'd eased off just a little, but if he had it was
not much.  He gave her permission to stand up.  She did and grimaced as the
movement had an effect.  She started to rub her behind, but even that hurt.
'Now you've been suitably chastised for the sloppy cleaning and cooking, you
can go and make my bed - and it better be perfect.'
She walked slowly and tentatively back into the bedroom and started to tidy his
bed.  She made sure his bottom sheet was stretched taut and tucked in with
hospital corners.
She felt him come up behind her.  She fervently hoped this didn't mean another
spanking - she certainly wasn't trying to leave anything undone any more. 
She'd had about as much as she could take.  She tensed as she felt him lift up
her skirt, and jumped as he started to caress her bottom.  His gentle touch
hurt, but she forgot that as his fingers worked their way down between her legs
and generating her desire which expressed itself in dampness.  He pushed her
legs apart and her face down to touch the bed leaving her totally exposed to
whatever he wanted to do.  She smiled as she felt him manoeuvre his erect penis
into her vagina.  He moved it in and out really slowly and she exploded in an
orgasm almost immediately.  She hoped he could keep it up for a bit because
once she started coming she could go on and on.  she could feel his thighs and
stomach pressing against her sore bottom as he moved in and out - what a
sensation.  She came twice more before he gently rolled her over onto the bed. 
The heat in her bottom added to the sensation as he caressed her breasts and
fondled her pussy until she came again.  He moved her legs apart and entered
her yet again building both of them up to a huge climax which they reached
virtually simultaneously, before collapsing spent on the bed - which Liz
noticed wryly now needed remaking.
After several minutes of gentle caresses he looked at his watch.
'OK Liz, roleplay over I'm afraid - we both need to get cleaned up and dressed
and get to work.
'Probably just as well - my bottom's really sore'
'Give you something to remember through the day'
'Yes, it'll really set me up - those wimpy merchant bankers won't know what hit
them' said Liz.  She had a heavy day ahead negotiating terms for the takeover
of a rival company.  She felt the need to submit on occasion as an antidote to
her powerful position in her company which, as often as not, had her riding
roughshod over employees and competitors alike.  It was a real release.
They ended up in the shower together, washing each other down.  He actually
felt a little guilty when he gently soaped the weals on her bottom, but he knew
that was what she wanted, needed.  She soaped him gently all over and smiled as
his penis began to stir again under her attention.  They made love again in the
shower.  A great way to start the day they both thought to themselves.  Well it
worked for them in their different ways.
'Same time next week Liz?' he said as she left.  She turned and smiled an
affirmative back at him luxuriating in the sated post coital state and the
delicious effect of her slip and skirt rubbing over her sore bottom.

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Note:  One of my own fantasies is to have a lady visit in the morning for a
roleplay spanking - maybe not quite as severe as that given to Liz in the
story.  It would certainly set me up for the day.  Currently looking for a
pied-a-terre apartment in London so perhaps the fantasy may come true one day!

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