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Desire to Know (MF, bond, sm, group)
by Anonymous Author - 1988

*

Charles had been a good friend of Paula's ever since they had met
in junior high school. There had been several boys picking on her and
Charles had stepped in to help her, getting his ass kicked in the
process. They had became friends after that and remained so ever since.

But that seemed like it was about to change. You see, Charles' job
has him traveling around the country on occasion. And when he does, he
needs someone to stay at his apartment and make sure his animals get
fed, plants watered.. etc. He usually had his little sister do this but
on this occasion she was busy.

He had ended up having to ask Paula, who said she would do it, as
long as he didn't mind if she had her date for the upcoming Saturday
come over to keep her company. He said it was alright so it was all
set. He went on his trip satisfied that his apartment would be in good
hands.

It would have been, but on Saturday night after Paula's date and
she had fucked up a storm and Paula had slipped into a blissful sleep,
her date decided to get up and smoke a little crack. No need going into
a long explanation of exactly what happened after that, but when Paula
awoke the next morning, she found that her date had ransacked the
place. Of course he was nowhere to be found.

For the better part of that day, Paula had tried her best to return
the apartment to its original shape. She had been successful enough,
except for a reading lamp that Charles kept on the desk of his study.
That had fallen on the floor and had broken into several pieces. Paula
figured she would have to replace it, and just put it all into a bag
and left it there on his desk.

Once Charles returned from his trip, Paula discovered to her dismay
that the broken lamp was worth as much if not more than most people's
cars. It had been in his family for several years and was irreplaceable.
Paula could only say she was sorry that it happened but that it had not
been her fault.

She spent the next few minutes explaining to him what had happened
and how she had found the apartment when she awoke the next morning.
After listening to her story, Charles had replied that she may not be
at fault, but was responsible for the damage all the same. Paula agreed
with that, but said that she didn't know what she could do to make
amends.

She could see in his eyes something that she'd never seen before.
It was a look that said to her that he didn't buy her story, and she
wasn't about to get away with it. One look at him was enough to make
her begin crying and saying over and over again how sorry she was.

They worked it out in the following manner: Paula would pay him
400.00 a week for one year, until he was paid a total of 20,800
dollars. He had told her that it would not completely repay her debt,
but would go a long way in restoring his faith in her as a friend.




Paula truthfully told him that she could not afford to give him
that much money every week. But Charles seemed to have a solution ready
for that. He told her that he would pay her that much every week, to in
effect be his maid. She would come to his house every day for a year,
clean the house, feed the animals, make his dinner, and be available
for whatever he might ask of her until midnight, when she would be
allowed to return to her own home. For her services in that manner, he
would pay her 400.00 a week, and would in turn deduct it from her
salary until the year had elapsed.

She covered her face with her hands and began to cry harder, not
caring at all for his solution, but knowing she would do it all the
same. She could not afford to pay him that much money, she only hoped
that he would not ask anything unreasonable of her.

Paula finally agreed to his terms, and they set about to writing a
contract for their deal. Paula, being an attorney, knew that the
contract was binding and if she were to break it, he would be able to
sue her.

Once they signed the contract, Charles asked her if she wanted to
begin right then, or would she rather wait until the next day. Paula
figured that there was no sense putting it off, so she told him that
they might as well start right then.
"Okay then, you can start by taking off all of your clothes." Charles
told her to her great dismay.

Knowing she was trapped, she did just that, sobbing and sniffling
the whole time until she had shed all of her clothes and was standing
naked, and extremely embarrassed in front of him. Paula knew that she
would have to let him fuck her if he wanted. Under normal
circumstances, Paula would have liked that very much. But like this,
the pretty attorney could feel nothing but humiliated.

"Now" Charles said, breaking her thoughts "Each day when you come,
the first thing you will do is take off all your clothes." Paula looked
at him in horror when she understood what it was that he had just told
her. All she did was nod. He told her to get her ass busy and cook his
dinner, he was hungry.

Things like this only happen in the lowest grade of films. They
don't happen to real people. But Paula had let herself be trapped into
this situation and legally, she knew that there was nothing she could
do about it. She had signed a binding agreement than in effect made her
Charles' slave for the duration.

Charles made Paula stand with her hands behind her back at the side
of the table while he ate his dinner. What she prepared, made no
difference. What DID matter was that the food was not exactly to his
liking. After he dabbed his lips with the napkin, he scooted his chair
back and beckoned for Paula to move closer.

She very slowly moved the two or three steps to his chair and stood
there with her hands still clasped behind her back. He told her that he
expected to be fed better than that, and that he would now give her
something to serve as a reminder of that.




Before Paula could digest those words, Charles had lashed out and
caught the woman by her arm. Pulling her over his lap just as she began
to struggle.

He could have easily overpowered her, but the only thing he did
during the lovely attorney's fighting was to calmly mention the
contract, and that she would desist that instant. Defeated, Paula let
her head hang over his legs in dejection and saw the floor looking
awfully blurry through her tears.

A moment later, Charles began to pommel her cute asscheeks with his
beefy right hand. The sharp cracking the slapping caused sounded like
pistol shots. Paula cried out in agony with each stroke, pitifully
sobbing as the full impact of her ordeal was STILL not being made known
to her.

As her bottom cheeks began to get very red and sore, Paula could
only wonder how she ever could have called this man a friend. Charles
spanked her until he figured that she was no longer reacting to the
strokes. Once he stopped, he stood the pretty attorney up and told her
to go and draw his bath.

In the bathroom, Paula turned on the water and then dropped to her
knees, letting out her anguish while the tub began to fill. A few
moments later, Charles walked into the bathroom garbed in a robe. After
leaning over and checking the temperature with his finger, he shrugged
the robe from his shoulders and then stepped into the tub.

He made Paula remain kneeling on the side of the tub, and give him
his bath. She found that no matter how hard she tried, she just could
not bring herself to look directly at him. She had bathed him as per
his instructions. Then again as ordered, Got a towel and dried him off
when he stepped out of the tub.

Still on her knees, Paula was shocked when his cock seemed to bob
up against her cheek. She looked at saw that it was beginning to rise,
and that she was undoubtedly the one who would have to take care of it.
Once she had completely dried him off, Charles told her to stand up and
bend over the toilet.

Paula had begun to cry again as her worst fears were about to be
realized. When she bent over, Charles took her by the hips and forced
her to open her legs. A few seconds later, she felt something nosing
around her cunt... His cock was now hard and rubbing up against her
pussy lips, leaving pre-cum in it's wake.

Then without warning, Charles brought his cock to her opening and
savagely thrust it inside of her. I suppose it should come as no
surprise that she was pretty well lubricated, but that in no way
detracted from the absolute agony of his sudden entry.

Paula squealed in pain and sobbed loudly when he began pounding
into her cunt with long, vicious strokes. The only thing that made the
brutal penetration bearable was the fact she Paula was so well
lubricated, not that she would have believed it.





Charles tightened his grip on her hips and slapped his thighs
against her still somewhat sore bottom, causing the pretty attorney to
nearly bump her head on the wall several times.

Mercifully, the searing pain of his sudden intrusion began to
subside, to be replaced with an almost heavenly feeling of numbness.
Once Paula had become accustomed to his bulk and the pain started to
lessen, she was able to relax a bit and found to both her delight and
her dismay that she was actually beginning to enjoy being fucked by
this pig whom she called a friend.

More than merely enjoying it, the blonde haired woman was slowly
climbing toward what would have to be a mind-blowing orgasm. Now, Paula
was moaning in pleasure when Charles sent his cock cannonading into her
burning pussy. Charles picked up the change in his `maid' and reached
his hand around her to roughly manipulate her clitoris.

Paula reacted by shoving her sexy ass back at him and wriggling
while she waited impatiently for the next bone jarring thrust.
"MMmmmmm God yes! Harder.. Fuck me harder!" She wailed out at the
bathroom wall. She could hear him bleating in her ear from behind, not
aware that she was about to be left unfulfilled.

Her pussy was just too much for Charles. He was having a lot of
trouble keeping himself from coming and soon began stroking into the
velvet like confines with short, powerful strokes. Paula groaned and
undulated her hips in a wicked manner while she climbed steadily toward
her own climax.

But she wasn't to have it, Charles howled in her while his hot load
erupted from his balls and bathed the pretty attorney's pussy after
it's discharge. "No Damn you! Wait for me you bastard!" Paula screamed
at him. But he was too far-gone to even have heard a word she was
screaming at him. All he could do was just grab her flared hips tightly
and revel in his own pleasure.

Paula was once again beginning to sob, but this time in
frustration. Charles put his hand on her back and started to pull out
of her gripping cunt.......




Paula awoke with a start and found that she was still crying. Tears
were rolling down her pretty face as she reached under the blanket,
clawing at her panties and started rubbing her cunt furiously. This had
been one of her most vivid dreams and her burning pussy reflected this
while she maddeningly began to work toward the orgasm she was cheated
out of in her dream.

She was chanting something incoherently while in her mind's eye,
that wonderful cock was slamming into her pussy with reckless abandon.
She cried out long and hard when her burning climax erupted through her
soul like lava from a volcano, consuming everything in it's path.




Minutes later, Paula had done her best to compose herself and
finally began to stop crying. The dreams were beginning to come with
more frequency that when they first started about 3 months earlier.

You see, about 3 or 4 nights a week, Paula dreams of being held in
a situation where she was not in control. Not that she understood why
things like that would move her so, but there was no denying the fact
that she always woke up after one of these dreams drenched with sweat
and a hot pussy screaming for attention. Attention, she always did her
best to satisfy. Most of the time, she would pull a vibrator from her
night table and work it into herself, but this night was far too urgent
to wait until she could get to the phallic shaped vibrator.

The dreams began innocently enough. She had the flu and was laying
in bed watching an old Elvis Presley movie. Blue Hawaii to be exact.
Anyone who has seen the movie will recall a scene toward the end where
the King finally has enough of the spoiled brat and took her over his
knee. Paula's cunt convulsed at that point for reasons she did not
know. But later that night, in her sleep, it was the pretty attorney
who found herself draped over Elvis' knee getting her bottom swatted.

Getting out of bed was fast becoming a chore for the usually driven
lawyer. She couldn't wait to get to work and start her duties at the
law firm where she was employed. That is, until lately when Paula began
finding it harder and harder to get up, dressed and out the door. Today
would be no exception, but she wasn't going to work. No, the dreams had
gotten the best of her and she was going to see a psychiatrist about her
problem. So after a few minutes lounging in the afterglow of her
climax, Paula struggled out of bed and made for the bathroom.

28 years old, Paula was no stunning beauty by any means of the
word. But she had a fresh look about her that made her sexy in most
men's eyes. Her lithe 5'7" frame seemed to glide across the floor when
she walked, carrying her 130 lbs. very nicely.  It had been only since
she began having trouble getting out of bed that Paula decided to style
her hair in a way that would not need much upkeep. So she had her
shoulder length blonde hair cut into a permanent. Not real tight curls,
but tight enough that each one seemed to bounce in a different
direction when she walked or the wind hit it.

After a shower and a light breakfast, she dressed herself in a sky
blue pleated skirt and matching blouse. She always seemed to like to
wear clothes that didn't contrast her ice blue eyes. In fact to me,
Paula's eyes are her best quality. They had that air about them that
has never failed to make strong men go weak in the knees when she
glanced their way.

She stopped to buy a newspaper on the way, figuring that she'd read
it while waiting for the doctor to see her. As she was paying for the
paper, she saw something that made her pussy convulse. It was a
swinger's magazine that had a picture on the cover of a scantily clad
lady, on her knees with her hands bound behind her back. She was
kneeling in front of a man wearing all leather and holding a wicked
looking riding crop over his head as if he were about to strike her
with it.

Trying her best to wipe the lewd thoughts from her mind, Paula
quickly paid for the newspaper and made her way down the street.




Paula had barely had time to begin looking at her newspaper before
the doctor's receptionist informed her that the doctor was ready to see
her. She was quite nervous as she stood up and made her way into his
office.

The young attorney told the doctor in great detail about her
dreams, and even related specific details when she was prompted. She
felt herself blush when she did so, but she had told herself that no
matter what, she wanted to be rid of this problem. But after just
chatting back and forth for several minutes, the doctor told her
something she wasn't sure she wanted to hear.

He began by telling her that before you can dream something, it
would have to be in your mind to begin with. The fact that the dreams
are that vivid would probably mean that it's very prominent in her
mind.
"But, I don't like things like that!" Paula protested loudly and
suddenly. The doctor raised his eyebrows, and gave her a `Yeah, sure
you don't' look.
"I think a more accurate thing to say would be that you are not AWARE
that you like things like that." He said, causing Paula to open her
eyes wide and stare at him in disbelief.

"There's nothing wrong with having these feelings." He was trying
to reassure her, now. " You have a high pressure job where you have to
make a lot of decisions that effect people, correct?" Paula nodded
silently.
"A lot of people are in the same situation as you, and you'd be
surprised how just how many people I see in here just like yourself."

Paula wasn't sure she believed him, but she did begin to relax a
bit. he continued. "Being sexually submissive is in my opinion a
perfectly natural reaction to having such a high pressure job." She
looked at him quizzically so he continued. "Most submissive people
simply do not want to have to make any decisions once they leave work."

She was listening to him, not really sure if she was actually
comprehending what he was saying, but listening to him all the same. He
was in effect, trying to tell her that she was submissive but just
haven't recognized that fact as of yet.

Paula spent the better part of the session listening to him explain
the psychological aspect of sexual submissiveness, and where she herself
might fit in.  The jest of it all, seemed to be that it was ok for her
to have those dreams. Which, when you come right down to it, was not
what the pretty attorney wanted to hear in the first place. She WANTED
to hear how wrong it was for her to have those dreams, and how terrible
it was for her to harbor those thoughts in the first place.

The doctor had told her that she ought to make an appointment to
see him again next week, but she had declined to do so, citing that she
really didn't believe he would be able to help her. So off she went,
back home where she didn't know what she was going to do.

About a week had passed since Paula had gone to the psychiatrist,
and Paula was out on a dinner date with a man she had met recently at
lunch. Okay, I know that sounds weird. She met him while she was eating
lunch at a local deli, they had both sat down at the same table at
pretty much the same time, and instead of one of them getting up, they
stayed and ate lunch together. It was after they chatted all through
their lunch hour that he had invited her to dinner and she accepted.

His name was Frank, and he too was an attorney. 37 years old and
twice divorced, he was a very distinguished looking man. About 6'2" and
195 lbs. With close cropped brown hair, and a matching mustache that
had just a hint of gray imbedded in it.

I don't know how it happened, but during their meeting at lunch, he
had gotten started talking about his two ex-wives, and he had made the
comment that if they had been a little less demanding, he may still be
married to one of them. Paula had let it pass over her head, but he was
saying that he wanted a submissive woman.

They had been sitting at the dinner table for about 45 minutes and
Paula found that was quickly losing herself in his deep-set eyes.
To her, it seemed like he was not looking at her, but looking IN her.
It unnerved her, as more than once she found herself having to avert
her eyes from his penetrating gaze.

While he was talking, Paula found herself thinking back to certain
little things that had happened when he picked her up for dinner.
First, when she opened the door and told him that she was just about
ready, he looked at her and made a comment about her wearing too much
makeup. Once they had gotten into his car, Paula had crossed her long
legs and quickly found that his hand had reached out to bring her
crossed leg down to the other one.

She would have said something to him about that, but he had been
talking the whole time, and not stopped when he pulled her leg down.
Paula didn't know what the problem was with her crossing her legs, but
he had repeated that same act again when Paula had crossed her legs a
few minutes later.

A third thing that had happened was that he had not even consulted
her about what she wanted to eat. Frank had just picked up his menu and
ordered for both of them. Paula didn't mind that so much seeing as he
DID select something that she liked.

She was replaying the scene in his car again when he invaded her
thoughts. "Paula.. Are you listening to me?" He asked sharply, Looking
straight into her eyes. The woman shook her head as if trying to
dispel the images in her head. "I'm sorry, what were you saying?"

"I was SAYING" He said, voice rising with the last word. "That
there is a conversation going on at this table and you should pay
attention when someone is speaking to you."




Paula was a little taken back by the curtness of his words. She
looked at him as if she were about to tell him where to get off, but
then looked away quickly and said "I'm sorry. I guess my mind was
wandering."
"Look at me when I'm talking to you, Paula!" Frank said, getting the
attention of the couple that was sitting at the next table. She snapped
her eyes back in his direction, and saw that he looked quite upset.
Paula found herself thinking to herself that she would be glad when
this evening was over, this guy was an asshole.

But the strangest thing happened when he brought her home and
walked her to her door. He has kissed her lightly on the cheek and
asked if she would like to go to the opera the following night. That in
itself wasn't strange, but the fact that Paula found herself accepting
that invitation WAS a bit strange, seeing as she had already decided
not to see him again.

Frank did not seem to want to be invited in, as he had told her
that he would pick her up at 7:00 and then turned to walk toward his
car. Paula watched him drive away then went inside her house mentally
kicking herself for not telling him to fuck off.

Frank and Paula went out several times in the next two or three
weeks. The goodnight scene was always the same, with Frank kissing
Paula on the cheek and invited her out again. Paula always accepting
and then wondering why she continued to see the guy.

He picked her up for dinner one night and looked at her very
strangely for a few moments, then announced matter-of-factly that they
weren't going anywhere until she took off some of that "gunk" that she
had on her face. Paula's jaw dropped when she heard that, telling him
that she had not spent 45 minutes applying makeup just to take it right
back off again.

I suppose one might think they were having an argument, PAULA was
certainly ready to fight. But Frank very calmly stuck to his original
statement until Paula decided the hell with it and went back upstairs
and washed it all off, thinking she would call his bluff.

She went back downstairs, face bare of all makeup and half expected
him to say that perhaps it was okay with him if she DID wear it. (Paula
did not think she looked good without it) But Frank only nodded his
approval when he saw her, telling her that he did not want her to wear
makeup anymore.

She had finally had enough of it, and was just in the process of
telling him to get out of her house when he opened the door and took
her by the elbow, ushering her to the car, saying that their
reservations were for 8 and they were already late. Paula just did a
slow burn and crossed her legs, yes, only to feel his fingers pull them
level again with authority.

Alright, you wonder why Paula still goes out with him even though
he seems to be a boorish oaf? I'm glad you asked that question. You
see, there was something about Frank that totally captivated the pretty
attorney. Only she hadn't the slightest idea of what it was.




A few nights later, at their usual restaurant, they were in the
middle of a conversation about the Persian Gulf situation when out of
the blue, Frank told Paula to go into the ladies room, remove her
panties and bring them out and hand them to him.

Paula had been in the middle of making a point when he blurted out
that request/command, and had stopped talking abruptly and stared at him
mutely, as if she hadn't heard what he said. "I said" Frank started "Go
into the ladies room, remove your panties and bring them out to me." He
repeated what he had just said moments before.

Paula was quite ready to get up and leave him sitting there without
a date. Her mouth opened as if she were about to speak, but then she
closed it again, and with one more look at him, saw something in his
eyes she had not seen before. The look was not to be ignored or taken
lightly, so Paula stood and walked toward the ladies room, feeling
butterflies in her stomach for some reason she could not understand.

A few minutes later, She returned from the restroom carrying her
white panties bunched up in her hand. She sat down at the table and was
promptly greeted with Frank's extended hand, awaiting the panties.
Paula quickly handed them to him, hoping against hope that no one would
see what she was handing him. To her great dismay, Frank took his sweet
time about folding them neatly and putting inside his jacket.

When her panties had been tucked away safely, Frank began their
conversation again, just as if it had not been halted a few minutes
before. Paula sat there stunned, and embarrassed, and in fact was not a
very talkative lady for the rest of that evening.

It was to turn out to be an evening of several firsts for the
pretty attorney. When they left, instead of bringing her to her
doorstep, Paula found herself being escorted to HIS doorstep. It was
quite cool outside and the blowing air felt strange on her pantiless
bottom.

Frank opened the door of his house and they both walked into the
darkened room. He turned on the light and took Paula's coat, hanging it
up while she looked around. The living room was very neatly furnished,
not at all what one would expect from a 37 year old man who lived
alone.

He returned after making a drink for himself, not even bothering to
offer one to Paula. He bade her to sit on the sofa and he would be
right with her. Paula mechanically moved to his sofa, sitting down and
began to cross her legs, but automatically pulled them down as she knew
what would happen if he found them crossed.

Frank sat down next to her and set his drink on a lamp table next
tot the sofa, and then pulled her panties out of his pocket. Paula
blushed when she saw them, remembering how he had gotten them. He was
holding them out and speaking to her.
"When I tell you to do something, I expect it to be done immediately.
Do you understand that, Young lady?" He asked her condescendingly.




Paula tentatively took her panties from him, and blushed deeply
before biting her lower lip and nodding yes to his question.
"Fine." He said. then continued while Paula sat there in a very subdued
state of mind. "Just to make sure that I was understood, I'm going to
give you a sound spanking to get my point across." He said, and began
taking off his jacket.

When she heard the word, `spanking', Something inside of Paula
began to spin in circles and made her feel as if she were on a
merry-go-round traveling at 100 miles per hour. It seemed to her that
it was happening in slow motion. Frank took her gently by the arm, and
pulled her toward him, laying her over his legs.

She KNEW she ought to struggle. To push away from him and bolt from
his house, then run all the way home. But the woman didn't have the
strength to fight against him. She heard a voice, her own, sounding very
far away and very alien. it was pleading with him, telling him that she
promised to be a good girl if he didn't spank her.

Frank had to catch his breath when he lifted her skirt up and
feasted his eyes upon her voluptuous asscheeks. Paula was laying
underneath him, moaning and grinding her pelvis into him, saying
something he could not comprehend. Her eyes had been closed since the
moment he announced that she would be getting a spanking, but her
mind's eye could see all sorts of throwbacks to her dreams.

So realistic were these pictures in her mind, that Paula could only
believe that it WAS a dream. Frank had draped his left hand over her
waist and was preparing to bring his right hand down. He expected her
to fight, or at least protest. But the pretty woman was doing nothing
except rotating her ass as if in search of something.

Paula's dream became a harsh reality when she heard a pop, then felt
the unmistakable stinging sensation centered somewhere behind her.
Before it could register in her brain, another pop and stinging feeling
jolted her. Frank was taking his time, making damn sure that his heavy
hand fell where he wanted it to.

Frank had slapped her bottom nearly 20 times before the thought
occurred to Paula that she was actually getting a spanking. No, this was
not a dream as she realized that her ass never got stingy and hot
during her dreams. She still didn't cry out or struggle, though.

For some reason, the idea that Paula wasn't making any noise made
Frank believe that he was not spanking her well enough. He remedied
this by holding his palm cupped and bringing it down a little harder.
Now Paula gave him the first indication that she was feeling it. But
she still didn't cry out, but merely thrust her hips downward, not
aware in the least of his growing hardon.

By the time Frank had finished spanking her, Paula's ass was almost
uniformly reddened from his strong slaps. He stood her up in front of
him, and saw that although her hands immediately flew back to rub her
scorched bottom, her eyes had a very distant look about them. As if she
weren't really there.





Paula WASN'T that far gone. She was standing in front of him,
relishing the stinging on her asscheeks. Trying to really get into
contact with her feelings. But something was bringing her back into
Frank's living room.. It was his voice.
"Paula! Look at me when I'm talking to you!" He snapped at her,
bringing her out of her dreamlike state and into what she saw as a
surreal happening. She looked at him, and it almost frightened him to
see the look of pure adoration in her eyes.

Her ass was smarting, but she felt nothing but warm feelings. The
warmth centered from her freshly spanked ass and radiated outward,
making her feel warm all over, in and out.
"Do you know why I spanked you, Paula? " He was asking. She nodded
silently and continued to relish the feelings.
"Then tell me why." He said. Frank wanted to be perfectly sure that she
understood what was happening.
"Because I wasn't fast enough in doing what you asked me to do." She
replied, with a hint of a crack in her voice. There were no tears
in her eyes, but they did look misty.
"You'll also be able to tell me what will happen should you not do
as I ask, won't you" Frank asked, searching her face for some sign
of emotion.
"I suppose I'll get another spanking" She whispered, lowering both
her eyes, and her skirt, keeping her hands clasped behind her
back as if they were cuffed that way.

It's strange, but except for light kisses on the cheek; this
spanking was the first real contact they had together. Frank patted the
sofa next to him and had Paula rest her hot butt on it. She sat down
and let her head be pulled to his shoulder when his arm went around
her. He was stroking her hair and whispering in her ear that he thought
she looked very sexy.. She murmured a thank you and just let herself
sink deeper into her mind.

Now Frank took her chin in his hand, tilted her face up toward him.
She gazed at him and let her lips part slightly. He brought his face
down and kissed her gently at first, then rising in intensity when
Paula responded by darting her own tongue into his mouth. Now it was
becoming clear to him, the effect the spanking had had on her.

To put it simply, Paula was on fire. Frank's hand slipped down her
shoulders to her back. Paula took this as a hint to move closer, and
soon was on his lap, her breasts crushing against his chest while she
leaned over and kept her mouth busy on his.

Sex, was never something Paula had put a lot of energy into. Or to
be more accurate, it was never something she really thought of as
something to make her lose control of her senses. But here she was,
Straddling this guy's lap and going after him like a woman possessed.

Both were breathing heavy and in fact already passed the point of
no return. Frank let his hands glide down the silk material of her
blouse and was soon cupping her ass through her skirt. Paula reacted to
that by moaning into his mouth and smashing her pelvis into his. She
felt his erection and decided instantly that she simply MUST have it.




Now the hunted becomes the hunter. Paula kept him pretty much
pinned down to the sofa while she did things she had only dreamed of in
the past. She rolled her hips over his still covered cock while her
tongue danced within his mouth. Frank somehow got his hands between
them and was in the process of unbuttoning her blouse. Once undone, He
fondled her tits through her bra while the blonde woman chewed on his
bottom lip.

Frank then found the control he had momentarily lost. He put his
hands on her shoulders and pushed her back a little, so the kiss was
broken. Paula's mouth was open and he still felt her hot breath on his
face. Now he reached to her shoulders and slid the blouse from her. She
helped by shrugging it off, then got back into the act herself by
undoing his tie and shirt.

Moments later, Paula was on her knees in front of him, undoing his
pants and taking his cock out through the fly of his shorts. She didn't
give it time to get cold as she engulfed half of it in her mouth with
one motion of her head.

Harry Reems would have been envious of Frank at that moment, Paula
sucked his cock with all the passion that the porn stars lacked. As a
matter of fact, she was fast bringing him to orgasm. Too fast for
Frank, He tried to push her head away from his groin but Paula shook
her head in such a way that he could only sit back and shoot his load
into her mouth.

Paula felt the first blast hit the back of her throat and then
suddenly went down farther, feeling the knob of his dickhead bump into
her throat causing her to gag a little.

For a full 30 seconds, Frank felt his spasming cock being drained
by her eager mouth. Paula kept it in her mouth long after his orgasm
subsided and he became flaccid. He smiled to himself while Paula loved
his now soft cock.

After a few moments, Frank realized that he still had one hot
lady on his hands. Somehow he found his voice.
"That was very nice, Paula." He said, his hand stroking her cheek while
she gazed up at him.

The question Paula had just asked hung thick in the air while Frank
 unlocked the handcuffs. It interested Paula quite a bit to know there
 was an option to stop what was happening at any given time, and SHE
 didn't know about it.

"I'd be more than happy to give you one." Frank said, "But I can
 promise you that you'd never need it." He said this, not meaning that
 he knew exactly how far he could go with Paula. But rather meaning that
 he would never take her that far to where a safe word would come into
 play.

"Still, I'd like to be able to stop it if the need ever arose." She
 said, and Frank agreed after a few moments thought, and gave her his
 middle name to use as a safe word.

It was an interesting night to say the least, that ended with Paula
 and Frank in bed, cradled in each other's arms while they fell asleep.



Paula's vacation ended three days later. She moved some of her
 things back to her own house, leaving some of it at Frank's as she
 anticipated spending quite a bit of time over there.

She got back to work and found that with the 2 weeks she'd spent at
 Frank's house being `trained', she had a much better understanding of
 her feelings. This is turn, gave her a lot more focus when she got to
 work, making her the bright attorney the law firm had hired in the
 first place.

The night before Paula returned to her own home, Frank produced a
 small anal plug, about the size of 2 of his fingers in width. He
 explained that he eventually intended to fuck her ass and wanted her
 to become conditioned for it.

Nervous, but excited. She had got on all fours, reaching back and
 parting her asscheeks for him. Frank lubricated it and slowly inserted
 the plug into her. Paula moaned as it was pushed into her, slightly in
 discomfort, but mostly in excitement.

He told her that when she went home, he would call her every
 morning and tell her exactly what to wear for work. She was a bit
 skeptical about that, figuring that would probably want her to wear
 some unmatching colors.

On the Wednesday following her return to work. Frank called her as
 he had done on Monday and Tuesday, for her instructions on dressing
 for the day. Paula was glad that his choice of things for her to wear
 did not include a choice of skirts or blouses, but rather things to
 wear under her clothes.

On this morning, her apparel was to include the plug he had put
 into her a few nights before.




He made her insert it herself while he was on the phone. Paula had
 done so, but was afraid that she'd not be able to concentrate on work
 with the anal plug driving her crazy.

As it turned out, it didn't bother her as much as she expected it
 to. As a matter of fact, it gave her a perverse pleasure to know she
 was wearing it, and no one in her office was aware of that fact.

The day passed uneventful until right after lunch. Paula got a
 phone call from a voice she had come to love hearing whenever she
 could, Frank's.

"Tonight's the night, love." He said into the phone. Paula could
 feel herself blushing as if his voice was going out all through the
 office.
 "I don't understand" She said in a low voice.
 "Tonight, is the night I'm going to take your ass." He said in a low,
 seductive voice.

Paula's voice was visibly shaking when she answered him.
 "Frank!.. I'm at work!" She couldn't have herself getting turned on
 while at work. He went on as if she hadn't said anything.
 "But first, I'm afraid you're going to need a good spanking, Paula."
 He was teasing her and she knew it. Paula could hear the laughter in
 his voice.
 "I'll see you this evening." He said "Have a good afternoon. Love you"
 He said, hanging up the phone on a bewildered Paula.

Now, she became acutely aware of the plug in her ass. It had begun
 to actually feel pleasant to her. Now it was a downright turn on to
 feel it as she squirmed her bottom on the chair. That very same bottom
 which was going to be receiving a LOT of attention that night.

Well, she was able to keep herself in check for the remainder of
 the afternoon. But not without a lot of will power on her part. But
 somehow, even that was extremely exciting to her. The fact that he
 would call her at work and tell her what he did, knowing what it would
 do to her.

Paula was a bit fearful of having her anus penetrated with his
 cock. Not that it was any great size or anything like that. But it's
 the unknown that always kept her on edge. She recalled how it was with
 the hairbrush he had spanked her with, and remembered that she'd ended
 up loving that.

Speaking of spanking, it had ceased to be something that caused
 Paula any fearful thoughts. She now looked forward to a spanking with
 almost as much intensity as a child who looked forward to their
 birthday, or Christmas. There was always a bit of pain, but the pain
 is not something one associates with being hurt. if one were ask
 Paula to explain it, she wouldn't be able to. All she knew is that
 having her bottom smacked got her very excited.

In the dreams she had been having, the situations she would see
 herself in the dreams always included some kind of spanking. If there
 was one constant about the dreams, that was it.




Paula's anticipation continued to build until Frank finally showed
 up at her house about 7:30. She answered the door and found a bouquet a
 roses in her arms, followed by her lover. He kissed her briefly and
 then suggested that she put the flowers in some water.

Frank hadn't told her where they were going for dinner. But that's
 because they weren't going anywhere at all.. except to bed on this
 special evening.

He closed the door behind him and once again took Paula into his
 arms, kissing her face and neck while his hands found their way under
 her skirt, coming to rest on her pantied bottom.
 "Are you still wearing your plug?" he asked, nipping her earlobe.
 "Mmmmm. Yeah, I sure am" she purred back at him. But then she stepped
 back and looked at him in mock anger
 "And YOU, calling me at work and getting me all worked up!"

He reached out and pulled her to him again. "Yeah, but you loved
 it" He was telling the truth, she did love it. Paula was a bit
 surprised that he seemed to be in a hurry to start playing, instead of
 making her wait until she went out of her head.

Frank was whispering in her ear while he squeezed and caressed her
 ass through her thin panties. "And I'll bet you've been a naughty girl
 haven't you?" he was trying to sound stern, but wasn't succeeding in
 doing so.

Paula giggled and bit his neck, not too lightly. "And what if I
 have?" she squirmed against him, holding onto him a little tighter.
 "Well" giving her ass a sharp squeeze, causing her to groan "Than I'll
 just have to give that naughty girl a good spanking on her sexy
 bottom."

She wiggled her ass and bit his neck again, this time she clamped
 down with her teeth and did not let go. The grunt that leaped from
 Frank's throat told her that he felt it, alright. She was asking for
 the spanking without having to verbalize it. Frank was going to
 accommodate her.

When Paula let her grip on his neck go, Frank brought a hand to it
 and stared down at her while tracing the teeth marks with a finger.
 She gave his neck a furtive glance and then returned his gaze, showing
 no remorse at all.

"Very well, Paula." He said softly. He reached over and took her by
 the wrist, turning and beginning to walk toward her bedroom. Paula
 allowed herself to be led into her bedroom, and stood submissively
 before him as he sat down on the side of her bed.

"I think you owe me an apology, Paula" It never failed to excite
 her when Frank used that stern voice when speaking to her. She could
 already feel her pussy tingling when the words wafted into her ears.

"No, I don't think I do" She answered coyly. She was pushing him,
 wanting him to be less than gentle with her.
 "You're not going to apologize?" He asked her, seemingly surprised.




"No, I'm not going to apologize to you." She remained defiant. If
 Frank knew what she was up to, he didn't let the fact be known in his
 manner.

"Well then lay down over my lap!" He said in an angry sounding
 voice. A voice that told her she'd be a fool not to obey him.
 "No!" She shot right back, folding her arms over her chest and glaring
 right back at him.

She wasn't going to play the submissive slave girl for him tonight.
 He had told her on the phone when he called her at work that he was
 going to take her ass. Paula intended to make sure that he DID take
 her, with no help from her.

Frank then tried to grab her but since he was sitting and the
 pretty blonde was standing, she was easily able to move out of his
 range. Undaunted, he also stood up and began advancing toward her.

The game of chase the ensued would have been a riot to watch. Paula
 darted left, then around him onto the bed. She quickly grabbed a
 pillow and flung it toward him, catching him in the chest and
 momentarily knocking him off balance. It gave her ample time to leap
 from the bed and out of the room, giggling.

Frank chased her into the living room and saw her standing behind
 the sofa. When he moved toward her, she skitted around keeping the
 sofa between them. Paula got a look into his eyes and thought to
 herself that perhaps she was biting off more than she could chew. But
 knowing it was too late to stop, she resolved not to let him catch
 her.

He then threw caution to the wind, jumping up and over the sofa. To
 see how silly he looked in his business suit, running around chasing
 Paula was enough to make the woman laugh. However, his sudden move
 over the sofa was unexpected enough to not give her the time to get
 away. He grabbed both of her wrists in an iron like grip, making her
 gasp at the tightness.

Now Frank started to lead her toward the bedroom again. But this
 time Paula wasn't going to allow herself to be led like that. She
 fought and struggled against him every step of the way. Once she lost
 her balance and left her feet. Frank stopped then, but only long
 enough to pull her onto her feet and resume his frighteningly
 single-minded trek to her bedroom.

The sexual excitement was there for Paula. But the fear she had not
 felt in a while was also present. She had pissed him off and now Frank
 intended to see to it he exacted retribution.

There were no more words spoken between them. When he at last got
 her back into the bedroom, he took her to the bed and tossed her onto
 it by her arms. Paula squealed when she felt herself lifted from the
 floor and flung onto the bed. He was upon her before she could move,
 pinning her arms behind her back while she flailed her legs around,
 trying in vain to escape.




It took her quite a while, but using one hand to keep the sexy
 blonde's hands pinned to her back, he used the other to lift her skirt
 out of the way.

Paula's legs were thrashing too wildly for him to be able to remove
 her panties. After a few seconds of watching her struggle on the bed,
 he got the idea of getting on the bed himself, sitting down on her
 legs.

Once she was somewhat stilled, it was an easy matter to lower her
 light blue panties away from her backside. Paula's legs were still
 kicking, but the only thing she was able to manage was to connect with
 his back every now and then.

Frank was out of breath, so he just sat where he was. Paula
 continued to struggle against him, but she had her eyes closed and
 lips parted, with her hair spread out wildly over her face. She was
 breathing quite heavily herself, not all from being out of breath,
 though.

The blonde attorney was feeling the animalistic thrill of being
 made to submit. Shivers and excitement coursed through her body while
 the anticipation of the spanking which she knew was going to be
 intense made her pussy moisten.

*SMACK!* *SMACK!* came the loud pistol like sounds when he heavy
 hand descended onto her defenseless asscheeks. Paula cried out and
 continued to struggle with renewed vigor, only to be rewarded with
 rapid fire slaps from his vindictive hand.

Now the intense, and familiar stinging mingled with the other
 sensations Paula was feeling. Frank kept on slapping her bottom, one
 cheek after the other.

This was a highly emotional scene they were playing out. The tears
 that began to cascade from Paula's eyes were not that of pain,
 although her bottom was stinging quite profusely. The pretty woman
 ceased to struggle and buried face in the pillow her head was resting
 on.

"I'm not going to stop spanking you until you apologize to me." He
 said, the anger (Which by the way was never real) was gone from his
 voice, only the authoritive sound of a master to his slave.

He loosed his grip on her hands, confident her was not going to
 struggle any longer. Paula brought her hands to her head and hugged
 the pillow to her face. Frank resumed the spanking, striking her
 bottom with his slightly cupped palm, feeling the warmth of her
 exiting skin, and the stinging in his own hand from the spanking.

Paula was sobbing continuously while being punished. Now that she
 knew all she had to do was apologize to stop it, she relaxed
 completely and just let herself be taken higher and higher by the
 sharp kisses of his hand on her well-spanked bottom.




After 10 more smacks on her glowing ass, Paula moved to turn her
 head toward him. Frank lifted his hand and poised it to strike, but
 paused to see what she was up to.

She turned her brimming eyes to him and looked at him lovingly,
 through her cries Frank made out the words "I'm sorry, master." His
 hand decently softly, coming to rest on her warm from spanking
 bottom. He caressed it while her legs parted a little and they
 continued to look into each other's eyes.

He told her that he loved her. She smiled and said that she loved
 him as well. The moment was electric as he leaned over and pressed his
 lips to her mouth, kissing her tenderly while his hand kept it's
 soothing caressing up on her ass.

He sat back up, shifting his weight while taking her panties
 completely off. Once they had been removed, he scooted down until he
 was sitting on her ankles. Leaning over again, he brought his lips to
 the warm, reddened cheeks of her well spanked bottom and began to
 bathe it in wet kisses.

Paula's cries had abated to soft whimpers and an occasional chocked
 back sob. Gently, he used his thumbs to part the cheeks of her ass,
 and bring his exploring lips to their ultimate target, her asshole.
 She moaned loudly when his tongue came out and swabbed her anus. With
 a stiff resolve, she pushed her ass upwards while he attempted to
 press his tongue into her tiny hole.

If Paula was ever going to be ready to have her ass fucked, this
 was the time. All her struggling and the act of having her will broken
 by his sound spanking of her served to make her feel almost worshipful
 of him.

Frank licked her asshole for a few moments before sitting back up
 and reaching into his coat pocket, taking out a small tube of
 lubricant. Paula kept her face buried in the pillow while she heard
 him opening it. Presently, she felt his finger around her anus,
 feeling somewhat cold.

He had smeared some of the clear jelly like substance on them and
 was about to pressed two crossed fingers into her upturned ass. The
 slippery lubricant made the entry quite easy as his fingers sunk into
 her up to his second knuckle.

Paula moaned loudly into her somewhat wet pillow when the fingers
 invaded her ass. There was a slight twinge of pain, but her excitement
 quickly overpowered it. He move his fingers smoothly, but slowly
 inside of her, fingerfucking her asshole with full strokes of his
 hand.

The lovely blonde pushed her shapely ass upwards while he did this,
 making the strokes seem a little harder than he intended them. After a
 few moments of this, Frank removed his fingers. Paula still didn't
 watch him, but now she heard a metallic ripping sound coming from
 behind her.

Frank had once again reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a
 small tinfoil package. He took his own pants down and freed his
 throbbing cock. It's head looked swollen and raging. the purplish head
 seemed to be breathing heavily itself as it pointed at the target of
 Paula's well-rounded bottom.

Frank opened the package and extracted the condom he had purchased
 that day for this event. Slowly, he rolled it over his prick and
 smeared a liberal amount of the slick lubricant over it.

Not caring about the suit he wore, he wiped his hands off on the
 coat, before taking it off and tossing it onto the floor. Paula felt
 and heard the actions taking place behind her. He heart pounded in
 fright and anticipation while her hairless pussy kept on producing
 it's copious juices.

Now the blonde woman felt his weight bearing down on her. There was
 a bit of shifting as he positioned himself between he slightly parted
 legs. Paula tensed a bit when the stiff cock began nosing around the
 crack of her ass. A barely audible mewling sound came from her lips
 when his cock slipped between the half moons and came to rest at the
 entrance to her ass.

Even though her body was tingling in fear, there was something
 lewdly enjoyable about the thought of having her virgin asshole
 penetrated. Slowly, Frank applied pressure and felt her anus
 contract, then relax as if not sure whether to fight, or accept the
 intrusion.

With the insistent pressure building, Paula began to feel the
 pressure turning into pain. It wasn't a slight pain either, this was a
 stretching, searing pain that caused her to bite down on the pillow
 her head laid upon, and reach back with one of her hands and grab onto
 the back of Frank's head.

When the head of his cock fought it's way past her sphincter, Paula
 yelped very loudly and instantly began calling for him to take it out.
 "It hurts!! take it out of me!" She screamed into the pillow.

Frank was about her neck, breathing quite heavily into her ear. He
 told her to try relaxing and the pain would go away faster. He reached
 under her somehow, and began to work his fingers around her soaked
 pussy, hoping that would make her asshole relax a bit.

When it became apparent that she was not as rigid, Frank pressed
 inward and got another inch or so of his condom covered prick into her
 tightest opening.

For the sexy attorney, the second inch wasn't as bad as the first.
 And seeing that it hadn't hurt as much, relaxed that much more and
 immediately felt his weight bearing down again.




Gradually, the pain lessened more and more while Frank slowly
 inserted his cock into her ass until Paula was able to feel his pubic
 hair pressing against her blushing asscheeks. With Frank never ceasing
 his rubbing of her cunt, it wasn't long at all until she emitted a
 sigh and wiggled her bottom at him, in a clear signal to start
 actually fucking her ass.

This was the one part of her body that had eluded him in the few
 weeks they had been together. That fact was not lost on Frank as he
 whispered into her ear that now he possessed her totally. That
 realization caused Paula to whimper into the pillow and shove her
 bottom upwards slightly as if trying to capture more of his cock
 inside of her.

Now he began pulling his hips up until his cock was only half
 submerged in the rubbery tightness of his lover's ass. The sensations
 she felt had no way of being explained ever if she chose to think
 about them. All she knew at that moment that something she had been
 terribly frightened of was now starting to give her extreme pleasure.

The pain of his initial entry had dissipated into a dull, throbbing
 ache which little by little turned into sheer delight. He pressed back
 in with a grunt.

By the time Frank had fucked into her asshole 7 or 8 times with the
 half strokes, Paula was pressing her bottom back at him in earnest,
 urging his to give her longer and harder strokes. The upward motion
 of her hips made her tits press into the material of the bedspread all
 that much harder, making them tingle and throb.

As Frank's strokes got longer, Paula's ass raised more. They soon
 found themselves in a steady rhythm that caused both of them to moan
 in passion.

All the while, Frank had not stopped rubbing her hairless pussy.
 That was about to pay the most delightful dividends to both of them.
 The inevitable orgasm was upon the lovely blonde with almost no
 warning. As it hit her, Paula cried out a primitive wail as her head
 came off the bed.

While in the throes of her climax, she pushed her hands against the
 headboard, struggling to press backwards. Frank understood what she
 was attempting to do and brought both of his hands to her hips,
 pulling them toward him until Paula was up on her knees.

She put her head back on the pillow, with her ass now high in the
 air. Frank resumed the sodomy with longer, more powerful strokes while
 Paula felt herself being again transported to that roller coaster ride
 of orgasm. She was chanting incoherently.

"Ahhhh! My ass!.. Fuck my ass!" she screamed into the pillow. Frank
 was more than happy to oblige. The hot sheath of her anus was now
 completely relaxed , letting him stroke into her as easy as a knife
 going through butter.




The feelings Frank had going through were also incredible. Ass
 fucking was one of his favorite things to do, and on each occasion he
 had done so, his orgasm always proved to be one of immense
 proportions.

There's no way possible that feelings this intense can continue for
 very long without causing the climatic response from within his body.
 Frank yelled out into her ear that he was about to come, then grabbed
 her hips and pounded his prick into her helpless, willing asshole.
 "Oh god! Yes come into me.. fill me up!" Paula's voice was sounding
 husky and hoarse.

She wanted to come again herself, but Frank was too far-gone to be
 able to do anything else except hold onto her warm hips and slam
 himself against her well spanked bottom. Taking matters literally into
 her own hands, she reached between her thighs and pressed two fingers
 deeply into her sopping cunt.

That, in itself was almost enough to give the pretty woman what she
 desired. The feeling of Frank's cock jerking and pulsating in her
 private opening combined with everything else happening to her was
 enough to cause a second more powerful come within her.

In a chain reaction, her climax spurred his on, as they for the
 first time in their relationship, were able to come at the exact same
 moment. If it's possible to actually feel and experience the other's
 orgasm, it happened to Paula and Frank right then.

His cock was the conductor of this magic electricity that made him
 feel for an instant that he was truly inside of his lover's body,
 while making her feel the same thing at the same time. As time went
 on, they tried to repeat exactly what had happen on that night, but
 they were never again able to achieve these same feelings.

At this moment, it was the utter oneness that caused tears to come
 to his eyes as well as hers. Never could they feel as close as they
 did then.

When their mutual orgasm began to ebb and fade into a loving
 memory, Paula let herself fall forward, removing her asshole from the
 spear that impaled her most delightfully.

Frank sat back on the bed and started to remove the come filled
 condom while Paula turned about to face him, slowly slithering down
 the bed until her head was practically in his lap.

She took the condom off of him, and dropping it to the floor on top
 of his now ruined coat, she lovingly took his softening prick in her
 hands and brought her lips to it. Her tongue came out and started
 cleaning the sperm that was on him.

When she was finished cleaning his cock, she brought herself to her
 knees and threw her arms about him, hugging him tightly and telling
 him how much she loved him.




   Frank did the same and held her tightly for a long time. Eventually,
 they found themselves laying down in each other's arms. The only
 logical thing that could have happened right about then was sleep.


Paula awoke first at around 4:30 in the morning and smiled to
 herself as she cuddled up against Frank who was still lightly snoring.
 She reflected on the events of that night and naturally began getting
 herself turned on again.

She remembered how his prick had been buried in her ass and
 wondered for a moment if somehow her asshole was stretched out of
 shape. Reaching an inquisitive finger between her rounded bottom
 cheeks, she pressed it against her anus and shivered at the slight
 soreness that was there.

Paula got hot again while massaging her asshole and needed
 something hard and long inside of her rapidly moistening cunt. Frank
 was asleep so getting him to fuck her was out.... or was it?

The pretty attorney got an idea that caused a naughty smile to come
 to her lips. Getting herself up from his arms, she moved toward the
 foot of the bed, until her head was nearly level with his cock.

Since he was sleeping on his back, his prick was placed in the
 perfect position for what she wanted. Slowly, her lips parted and
 began to take Frank's flaccid cock into her mouth, hoping she'd be
 able to get it hard enough to put into her cunt.

He stirred and mumbled something but remained fast asleep while
 Paula continued to suck on his prick while using her hand to play with
 her shaved pussy. As she hoped, his cock did get hard while she sucked
 on it.

Paula giggled to herself as she climbed up and straddled his hips,
 holding his now delightfully erect prick in her hand while positioning
 her love hole above it.

She was not able to fully stifle her gasp of pleasure when she sat
 her somewhat sore bottom down, taking the sleeping man's hardness fully
 inside of her.

Paula wanted to get fucked hard but knew it would be impossible as
 long as Frank remained asleep. Actually, it was surprising that he
 hadn't awaken during her sucking. But now she needed him to be awake,
 so she leaned over and started shaking him.

She was moving her cunt slowly over his prick when Frank began to
 emerge from his sleep. His eyes opened and stared at her mutely for a
 few moments before realizing what was going on.

Frank was about to say something, but Paula had begun kissing his
 neck and ear, whispering sexily and seductively into his ear that he
 should join her for a good morning fuck.




He grinned at her, and reached around to cup her sexy bottom in his
 hands. She squealed and started fucking him with faster motions.

The sensuality of the night before had now given way to sheer
 animal lust. Paula slammed her pussy hard onto his cock, while he
 started his own thrusting upwards.

Frank didn't have the slightest idea of what had gotten Paula so
 turned on, but he wasn't about to complain. At least not while she was
 doing such a tremendous job at riding him as if he were a horse in the
 Kentucky Derby.

With several sharp smacks on her bouncing ass. Frank spurred her to
 more frantic movements that quickly had the pretty blonde gasping and
 groaning as another of her orgasms approached. Paula didn't feel
 anything from the slaps to her ass except a slight warmth that flowed
 from her behind to her pussy.

After one short but intense climax, Paula slowed down just long
 enough to catch her breath before beginning that same ride all over
 again. It was truly a `good' morning fuck.

After they had both came and calmed down, Paula lay there giggling
 as she told him how she had gone about getting him hard enough to fuck
 her. Frank appeared to listening intently, but was in reality thinking
 about something else all together.

"Paula, I've been thinking about us moving in together." He
 suddenly blurted out, prompting her to cease breathing for a moment
 while the words registered in her head.

The idea wasn't something Paula was going to do a lot of fighting
 over, she had been wanting the same thing herself. As a matter of
 fact, she hadn't wanted to leave when it was time to come home from
 his house.

So, after a wild night and a vigorous morning screw, they mutually
 decided they should begin life as co-habitants. Frank would move out
 of his house and let it be rented. To seal the bargain, Frank
 suggested they spent the remainder of the day in bed.

Paula had looked at his half hard cock dreamily before snapping out
 of it and looking at the clock.
 "I have to go to work!" She whined in mock anger.

She started to get out of bed but was quickly pinned down by her
 arms. Frank was moving on top of her, sitting his ass down on her
 tits. Paula pretended to struggle but looked up at him and cocked an
 eyebrow.
 "I see we still have a little life left in us." Gesturing to his cock.

Frank looked down at her, marveling at the changes that had
 happened within her during the past month or so. From the first time
 they had been together, Paula had been an exciting, but somewhat timid
 woman.




But to see her now, it would be almost impossible to believe this
 was the same fearful lady of a month ago. Little by little, Frank had
 broken through her inhibitions and fears, bringing to the forefront
 one of the sexiest women he'd ever known.

He had already decided that he wasn't going to be letting her go
 anytime soon. Now, however he modified that idea and decided that he
 wasn't going to let her go FOREVER.

Paula had lifted her head a bit and was working on his cock again.
 She seductively licked around the head and bit down on it lightly.
 When she had gotten him hard enough, Frank moved down the bed and
 positioned himself between the valley of her warm thighs, bringing his
 cock to her opening and entering her easily.

She let go a heavy sigh while wrapping her arms and legs around
 him, letting him ride her as he wished. If the night before was
 sensuality, and an hour before was animal lust, this third time could
 have been nothing other than pure love.

The made love for a good 20 minutes before Frank could take no more
 and began the short, powerful thrusts that preceded his orgasm. Paula
 continued to hold him close, receiving his every thrust with delight.

She had not had a climax that time, but she didn't mind as their
 last bout had left her with a glow that was sure to last until they
 were naked in each other's arms once again.

So, after taking a shower together, Frank set out Paula's clothes
 before kissing her goodbye and going home to begin the process of
 moving out.

After he left, Paula sat at her dressing table reflecting on the
 past few weeks. The hardness of the chair caused enough pressure on
 her bottom to make her anus a bit sore, but she wriggled her bottom
 and smiled faintly at the thought of having her ass taken the night
 before. She looked forward to having it happen many, many times in the
 future.

Paula walked around the kitchen naked. She had long since gotten
 used to taking off her clothes the first thing when she walked through
 the door. Frank had said he had some work to do that evening so they
 wouldn't be going out to dinner.

So she went about the task of making dinner for them. Nothing
 elaborate, but it would be nice.

She and Frank had been living together for nearly 8 months. It had
 been an 8 months of incredible learning experiences for Paula. The
 latest one being the night before when Paula had acted out of
 character for her and had gotten pretty smart mouthed with Frank.

Her sexy bottom sported the results of that in the form of tell
 tale splotches that could only mean a spanking had been delivered
 upon those rounded half moons. As a matter of fact, it was the first
 time Frank had actually tied her up before spanking her ass.

It had been another exciting moment in their very exciting lives.
 The best part was, there didn't appear to be any end in sight.


Frank came home in what appeared to be an extraordinarily good
 mood. After a perfunctory kiss, he quickly let her in on what had
 him feeling so good.


"I got some fantastic news today." He started, Paula listened
 intently, wanting to be able to share his good feelings as she was
 sure that she would.
 "Lawson, McReynolds, and Jamison want to take me on as a full
 partner." He said, his face beaming with pride at being selected for
 that partnership.

Paula squealed in delight and flung her arms around him. She was
 equally excited for him. That particular firm was one of the most
 prestigious in the country. Frank had another surprise waiting for
 her, this one was going to absolutely floor her.

"There's one other thing. Since we'll be moving to San Francisco, I
 thought we should get married before we leave." He said, taking out a
 jewelry box and opening it in front of Paula's disbelieving eyes. The
 sparking diamond ring looked absolutely radiant as it sat on it's blue
 velvet cushion.

"MARRIED!" bounced around in the blonde woman's head as she looked
 at the ring in open-mouthed surprise. Then something he said dawned on
 her.
 "Wait." Paula started, "You said something about San Francisco?"
 Frank nodded. "Yes, they're branching out and want me to open their
 practice out there."




"But Frank, what about my career? I have a good chance to become a
 partner too," She said, taking her eyes off the engagement ring.
 "You'll be able to find another firm out west. Perhaps even working
 with me." He said, actually putting her needs into the background. It
 was a mistake he had made once before, and it had been costly.

Paula stared at him mutely, almost refusing to believe what he was
 saying.
 "I've worked too hard to get where I am. I just can't up and leave to
 go running off to San Francisco." She countered.
 "Well, if you want to put it THAT way." His voice was curt. "There's
 really no need for you to even work. I'll be drawing a much bigger
 salary."

She stared at him open mouthed. Her face reddened almost as if
 she'd been slapped across her cheeks. She turned around and walked
 away from him, tears blinding her eyes as she hastened to finish
 dinner.

Frank walked in behind her a few minutes later. He truly didn't
 understand what was bothering her. As a matter of fact, he was a bit
 peeved at her sudden coldness where his new job was concerned. He
 thought to himself that they'd have to have a long talk about it
 before they left.

He was about to tell her exactly that when Paula whirled around and
 faced him.
 "You're really serious, aren't you?" She asked, searching his eyes.
 "Of course I am. I wouldn't joke about all this. It'll be wonderful!"
 He was starting to get excited again. Paula brought him abruptly down
 to earth.

"I can't go with you, Frank." Was all she said. He stood in shocked
 silence for several moments before speaking.
 "You're saying you don't want to be my wife?" He asked.
 She didn't say anything, only nodded affirmative to his question.

In one instant, their relationship had come to a screeching halt.
 There was no way Frank and Paula would be able to continue seeing each
 other. Frank was too hurt that she thought more of her career than she
 did of him. And Paula was too hurt and how trivial he made her career
 seem.

Sadly, and with a great emotion, Frank packed his clothes and set
 out to pursue his goals in life. Without the one woman he had truly
 loved.

Paula cried for two days before deciding that she had to get on
 with her life. She had turned down his marriage proposal for the sake
 of her law career, she was going to throw herself into it with all of
 her heart.

Being submissive to Frank, if nothing else had taught her to be
 that much MORE aggressive at work.




The results of that being that she quickly achieved the status of
 that of a Junior Partner in the law firm which employed her.

She didn't date. Or rather, she found that she didn't have the time
 to go out and have fun. Her only sexual outlet after she and Frank had
 parted company was reliving some of the things they had done together.

Laying in bed about to go to sleep, Paula's mind would wander back
 to a particular time during their relationship. Unconsciously, her
 hand would slip between her thighs and manipulate the pussy she kept
 shaved.

Frank called her at work one afternoon and told her to meet him at
 the mall when she left from work. Paula had asked him why, but was
 told that it was a surprise. He wanted her to go there and sit down
 on a particular bench and wait until he got there.

She had done so, and waited a good hour and a half before Frank had
 arrived. Two or three men came up to her and tried to strike a
 conversation, but Paula had refused to say anything more than she was
 waiting for her boyfriend to meet her.

Finally, a single rose appeared before her eyes. She smiled and
 reached out to take it, lifting her face to be kissed. Paula knew that
 she wasn't to move from the bench until told to do so, so she remained
 firmly planted. Frank said a few words to her before telling her to
 get up and come with him.

He walked briskly, so Paula had to practically run to keep up with
 him. She didn't have the slightest idea of what he was up to, but she
 knew it was going to be something special. It always was special
 whenever he planned these little surprises.

They got back to his car where Frank opened the passenger's side
 door and helped the blonde lady into the car. Frank got in the
 driver's seat and told Paula to lift her skirt and ride with her bare
 bottom on the leather seat of his car.

It was a familiar pose for the sexy attorney. Frank liked to have
 her sitting like with her thighs partly opened. He would frequently
 reach over while at a traffic light and give her pussy a little
 stroke. It never failed to both excite, and embarrass her at the same
 time.

They had driven to his office and went inside. As they passed the
 inner lobby, Paula was surprised to see Frank's secretary was still
 seated at her desk. The dark eyed woman glanced at Paula almost
 knowingly as they breezed past her into Frank's office.

Frank wasted no time at all in getting the point of this visit to
 his office. Once inside, Frank ushered Paula to his desk and pressed
 her back until her was bending over at the waist, with her head
 resting on the desk.




By the time it dawned on Paula that Frank intended to spank her in
 his office with his secretary sitting outside listening, it had become
 fact. Frank flipped up her skirt and reached for a metal ruler that
 was sitting conveniently on the desk.

The first smack of the ruler sounded like a pistol shot. Paula took
 in a sharp breath and tried her hardest not to cry out for fear of the
 woman outside the office hearing. But to her dismay, Frank spanked her
 vigorously until it became impossible to hold her reactions inside.

He smacked her cute bottom with the metal ruler about 25 times
 before setting it aside. As always, getting a spanking had turned the
 pretty blonde on. And, as per her usual, the added element of someone
 sitting just outside the office listening to her get it made her
 shudder with excitement.

Behind her, Frank was undoing his slacks and taking out his cock.
 When Paula felt his cock rubbing against her delightfully sore
 asscheeks, she parted her legs and pressed her ass up to receive his
 thrusts.

Moments later Frank was buried deep within her cunt, slamming his
 dick in and out, making her bounce up and down in the process.
 Throwing caution to the wind, Paula gave up trying to be silent and
 called out for him to fuck her harder. She was fucked in that position
 for several minutes until he could go no longer and spilled his load
 inside of her.

She had come once herself while he fucked her. Once it was over,
 Frank gave her little time to compose herself before leading her from
 the office. The secretary was still sitting there, and judging from
 the flushed look on her face, it was apparent that she had heard
 everything.

Paula didn't find out until much later, but she HAD heard it all.
 But that was partly due to the intercom being left on. Paula never
 knew that the woman was not really Frank's secretary, but one of his
 friend's girlfriends.

Back in the present, the jangle of the welded on bracelet
 underneath the blanket became louder as Paula brought herself to
 another climax while daydreaming about the event in his office.

At the moment, the occasional finger fucks she gave herself were
 enough to sustain her. Somehow, Paula knew that sooner or later her
 dreams would come back in full force.

She let herself float back to reality before getting up and going
 to the bathroom where she performed her usual before bed ritual of a
 shower and toiletries. 20 minutes later, a tired and somewhat
 frustrated lady padded out of the bathroom naked and slipped in-between
 her sheets.





Paula was going to an art museum. Not because she wanted to, but
 because she needed to do research for a case she had been given. She
 walked through the exhibits, stopping on occasion to admire a
 particular piece that interested her.

She had moved into a room where a private exhibition was being
 held. These paintings were of the more exotic type. Well, to be
 honest, they were paintings of women undergoing various kinds of
 bondage.

One painting really caught her eye as she stopped to look at it.
 The woman in the painting was kneeling in a corner with her hands tied
 to her neck. Looking closer, Paula could have sworn that the woman's
 ass had pinkish splotches on it.

Her mind wandered back to a time when she was in a similar
 position. She had her hands clasped behind her back and was
 daydreaming when a masculine voice snapped her back to her senses.
 "He has a unique way of capturing his subjects." Paula heard.
 Realizing that the voice was standing almost directly behind her, she
 turned around to be polite, and found herself looking into the eyes of
 someone who was looking right through her.

Those familiar butterflies started bouncing around in Paula's
 stomach as she nodded slightly. The man who was standing there seemed
 to be in his early 40's, with a touch a gray in his brown hair. She
 looked at him as he smiled at her, Paula felt herself flinching each
 time she locked eyes with this man.

"I didn't mean to startle you." he said. Trying to put her at ease.
 "Oh no, it's okay. I.. I just thought I was alone in here." The man
 nodded and gestured toward the painting Paula had been looking at. "It
 really is a very good likeness. But you'd have to know Josie to be
 able to tell."

The thought that this man knew the person who had obviously
 unwillingly posed for the painting peaked Paula's curiosity.
 "Oh." She said surprised. "You know her?"

He didn't answer, but the way his eyes seemed to smile told her
 that the answer was yes.
 "Forgive me" he said, holding out his hand. "My name is Ron." Paula
 placed her hand in his and whispered out her name, Ron clasped her
 hand while bringing his other hand to her wrist, where Frank's
 bracelet remained welded on her.

The pretty woman couldn't help but feel that delicious pang of
 nervousness when he fingered the bracelet and examined where the clasp
 had been fused.
 "It seems that you don't intend to remove this, do you?" It was more
 of a statement than a question.




The man called Ron finally released her hand. Paula let it fall to
 her side but Ron said that he preferred her to stand with her arms
 behind her back.
 "It makes you look as if they're cuffed back there." He said with a
 smile and a wink.

Paula's mind began to whirl. She wondered if he did indeed know
 things about her that he seemed to be hinting at in a not so subtle
 way.

"I can arrange for you meet the person who painted that picture."
 he offered. Somehow, though, Paula knew that it was more than an
 offer. Her instincts had told her that what he offered was not
 something she could refuse.

Without another word spoken, she obediently followed him to his car
 and allowed herself to be helped into the passenger's seat. She kept
 her hands clasped behind her back while Ron got it and started the
 engine after smiling at her.

Paula, knowing that she was in the presence of a dominant man,
 remained submissive and only spoke when she was spoken to. He was a
 friendly sort that seemed also like a very nice person. Her
 butterflies continued to churn while the area between her thighs came
 to life.

His car phone rang after they had been driving for about 15
 minutes. He picked it up and spoke briefly into the receiver. Paula
 heard his end of the conversation.
 "Oh, Hello Laurie... Fine... Yes, YES! I'd like to meet him..
 Tonight?.. I don't know, hold on a second." Ron placed the phone in
 his lap and spoke to Paula.

"Are you by any chance free for dinner tonight?" Paula gazed at him
 and couldn't help but smile. She didn't answer one way or another, but
 Ron smiled back and picked up the phone once again.
 "Laurie?.. yes tonight is fine... 7:30?.. Okay doll, see you then."


He hung up the phone and continued to drive. Paula smiled again,
 this time to herself as she thought about something that had happened
 about a year earlier while she was sitting in the doctor's office.

All this time she had been wracking her brain trying to figure out
 what the dreams were all about. Now, sitting there with her hands
 behind her back, in the presence of a man she had only met but somehow
 knew would get to know on the most personal terms, Paula understood
 what they had been all about.


Now, Paula had fulfilled her desire to know. She smiled once again
 to herself as she thought that it was time for her to know her
 desire... It will surely be a more interesting thing to fulfill..

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