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Subject: {ASSM} Respect is a two-way street by Pami (M/F, fdom, light bdsm)
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If you like this, or any of my stories, even my really really OLD
stuff, feel free to email me and let me know.  I'm a sucker for
an ego stroke!  Pami1968@aol.com

Respect is a Two-way Street by Pami (M/F, fdom, light bdsm)

He stopped at the front desk on the way into the hotel. "I was
told you would have an envelope for me," he told the clerk,
giving her his name. She looked down, shuffled some papers, and
then smiled at him, handing over a plain letter size envelope
with his name written upon it. He thanked the clerk and then
stepped away, into a secluded alcove, and ripped the envelope
open. A key card fell out, and a post it was attached. "Rm 2010"
it said, and that was it. He looked into the envelope, but that
was all that was in there.

He smiled, and felt a twitch in his pants at the thought that she
was waiting upstairs for him. He walked over to the elevators,
and it seemed like it took an eternity until he was onboard one
of them, hurtling upwards towards room 2010.

He arrived at the correct room, and hesitated. Should he knock?
Or just go in? She wouldn't have given him the key if she didn't
want him to just walk in, right? He was a little uncertain, an
unusual feeling for him since he was used to making decisions all
day, every day. He took a deep breath, gave a firm knock on the
door, then inserted the key card and pushed the door open.

The room was lit, but somewhat dimly. He could see her sitting on
the settee in front of the window that had the shades pulled
closed. He could see she was wearing some sort of shiny fabric
bustier or corset, and were those garters and fishnet stockings?

"Well, come in and shut the door," she laughed at him. "We don't
need the whole world to see what is going to happen in here, do
we?" And then she stood up and paused. "Or DO we?"

He had butterflies in his stomach, and he loved it. You couldn't
always tell which side of the coin you would get with her, but it
kept things fresh and exciting every time. Sometimes their times
together were soft and romantic; sometimes they were hard and
raunchy; and sometimes, well, sometimes they were just completely
unexpected.

She tapped the leather slapper against her thigh. "I think you
are a bit overdressed, don't you? Strip," she said in a firm tone
that made it obvious that she was going to take control of this
scene. Not that he was complaining - when she took control it was
a release of sorts for him. He stripped, hurriedly, but neatly,
knowing that she required that he fold his clothing as he took
each article off. By the time he was nude, his cock was hard.

"Over here," she pointed to the floor at her feet. He knew what
was expected - he took the few steps across the room and knelt at
her feet. He looked up at her, and was rewarded with a sweet
smile. "Sometimes you are such a good boy," she crooned down at
him, as her free hand traced the cheek of his face. He gazed at
her - sure enough, it was a dark purple leather bustier, with the
garters and stockings, and no panties at all. Her pussy was right
there, open to his gaze, and gaze he did, with his mouth
watering. She ran a finger around his ear, and then back down to
his mouth. As she traced his lips, he turned his head so that he
could kiss the palm of her hand. "Awww," she said, and he could
tell she was pleased. A finger darted into his mouth and he
sucked on it, gently at first, using his tongue around it,
flicking the fingertip in his mouth the way he knew she liked
other parts flicked. "Mmmm, baby, you know what I like" she
whispered, "and you know you are going to give it ALL to me
today, don't you?" She dropped the slapper on the table and used
her other hand to run through his hair as she smiled at him.

He felt his hard penis twitch at her words. He loved to make a
woman feel good, and it was such a turn on when one took all the
guessing out of the game and told him exactly what she needed.
Suddenly though, she pulled her hand out of his mouth and pushed
him back, so that he fell on his ass onto the carpet.

"Yes, you are going to give it all to me today, everything I
want," she said a bit louder, with a slight edge to her voice,
"but first, I think there is a small matter of some discipline
that you are SORELY in need of." He cringed a bit. He knew what
she was referring to, and he couldn't deny it - he had behaved
badly.

"Stand up," she said crisply. "Hands at your sides." He did as
she told him. She grabbed his hard cock in her left hand, and
with her right hand she caressed his bottom. "You know what I am
talking about, don't you?" she asked him, looking him directly in
the eyes.

"Yes mistress," he said to her, hoping the use of the "M" word
would smooth things over a bit.

She laughed, a somewhat mocking laugh, and she said "Of course
you do. You thought I would get over it. You thought I would see
you and want you so badly that I would let it slide just like
everyone else does. You thought you would give me that sexy smile
of yours and it would be over with." She caressed his cock with
one hand and his ass with the other as she lectured him. "Sadly
for you, I don't forget that easily."

And with that, she started spanking him, lightly. He realized
this was not much. A little spanky spanky and then the fun stuff.
No big deal. Plus, she kept caressing his cock while she spanked
him. It felt pretty good, he thought to himself. Until, he
realized that she wasn't stopping. His butt was starting to hurt,
for real, because even though the smacks weren't very hard, when
it was over and over in the same spots, they added up.

He squirmed where he was standing and looked at her. She was
staring into his face, with a look of amusement on her own
countenance, while she simultaneously dealt out some pleasure,
and some pain. "Oh, I'm just getting started, baby," she said to
him, smirking as she did. "You really were kind of a big dick,
you know, and I don't appreciate that sort of treatment." He
opened his mouth to protest but she cut him off and kept
speaking. "You are cute, and you are sexy, and you are smart, and
you are a whole bunch of good things, but you are NOT a very
thoughtful or respectful person when it comes to women." She
paused for a moment and rubbed her hand over his now very warm
bottom, and he moaned at her touch. "I can't make you be more
respectful of ALL women, but I really think you need to respect
me and my time a bit more, don't you?" And with that she
commenced spanking him some more, but still doling out enough
pleasure with her other hand that he wasn't sure which feeling to
concentrate on.

After a few more minutes of his moaning as the spanks continued,
she leaned up and kissed him on his slightly open mouth. It was a
deep kiss, with her tongue darting into his mouth and leaving him
no doubt that she was in control. She stopped smacking his ass,
and her hand slipped down and cupped his balls, guaranteeing he
wouldn't move. She looked into his eyes as she pulled on them,
not enough to hurt him, but enough to keep his attention and let
him know that she COULD hurt him, if she chose to. He didn't
think she would really hurt him. He was pretty sure of that
anyway. He thought to himself, "I know she LIKES me, right?" but
a small voice in his head was screaming "Run, man! Run like the
wind! How do you know what she's going to do next?! Maybe that
spanking is a warning!"

She kissed around his neck and up to his earlobe, where her sharp
teeth bit, sending a shudder through him. "Do you have any idea
how wet I am?" she whispered into his ear as she licked him
there. "I have been wet since you walked through that door, just
thinking about what I would be doing to you." She sighed into his
ear. "And what you are going to do to me," she breathed after a
beat.

He stood, not moving, not daring to even think about moving, but
he felt his cock twitch again, and the sudden cool breeze on the
tip of his aching prick indicated some pre-cum had oozed out of
him. The hand not gripping his balls was there, scooping up his
wetness onto her forefinger. She brought the finger up and held
it between their faces. "Mmmm, baby, I think you LIKE this, just
a bit, don't you," she smirked at him. Suddenly the finger
disappeared into her mouth and he watched her suck his juices off
of her finger in obvious pleasure. "Delicious," she whispered as
she finished enjoying the taste and then she quickly kissed him
again, just as deep as before, and he could taste himself in her
mouth. It was fucking hot as hell, he thought to himself.

Switching gears just as quickly as ever, she put a bit of space
between their faces, although not removing her hand from his
sack. She leaned over quickly and before he realized what she was
doing, he felt a sharp CRACK across his already sensitive bottom.
"AHH" he yelled as the sting from the slapper was far more than
the comparative gentle smacks with her hand.

She laughed, just a bit, and stepped away from him altogether.
She dropped the slapper back on the table and as he watched, she
reached between her legs and her eyes closed as she fingered her
pussy right there, in front of him. He couldn't look away. She
moaned a bit as she teased herself and then took her wet fingers
and held them up so he could see them shining in the dim light.
She slowly and deliberately licked them and he wanted to grab
them and clean them for her, but he found himself mesmerized and
even a bit unsure as to what his next move should be.

Luckily she took control again, and gestured to the bed. "On the
bed, baby. On your back. And I hope you brought your snorkel,
because you are going to need it."

He practically jumped onto the bed and laid back, noticing for
the first time the black straps that were attached to all four
corners. He shuddered, imagining what was in store for him, but
they were shudders of anticipation. Mostly...

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