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Glowing Ember Chapter 1
(C) Erotin Thraller

Ember said she needed discipline, but she was not 
prepared for what it involved.

Codes:  exhib, spanking

Glowing Ember Chapter 1

The bread was dry.  And there was far too much of it.  
Too little meat, and certainly not enough lettuce.  
Maybe if there had been more vinegar and oil, the 
bread would have been more palatable, but as it was....  
Yuk, she thought.  So dry!  Plus, the mustard was 
strong.  She washed down a mouthful of the sandwich 
with a gulp of lukewarm coffee.  Even it seemed stale.  
Probably the dregs from the bottom of the carafe, she 
thought.

Looking around, she realized she was the only customer 
in the shop.  Small wonder, if this is a fair sampling 
of their food.  It's no wonder that guy lost so much 
weight eating sub sandwiches.  She tried another bite, 
this time much smaller than before, as she pondered 
how she came to be there.  Why did I agree to meet 
here, of all places? she wondered.  Applebee's would 
have been far better.  At least they serve decent 
food.  Besides, there the bill would have come after I 
ate, and then I might have convinced him to pay for 
the meal.  In spite of her frustration, she was 
desperately hungry, having left home early with little 
more than a taste of breakfast.  Even then she knew 
she would need food soon, which is why she had agreed 
to this noontime meeting.

The second bite was no better than the first.  Maybe 
it's not the sandwich, she thought.  Maybe I'm the 
problem.  Indeed, uncertainty had long been the 
elephant in the room, ever present but always ignored.  
The problem, however, seated alone here in the 
sandwich shop, was that she could not blame anyone 
except herself.  Not her children, for they were busy 
at school.  Not her husband.  Or maybe she could.  He 
was the one who had become impotent.  Was that his 
fault?  Or was something else going on with him that 
caused it?  Whatever, being here was her choice, and 
it had nothing to do with him.  Well, almost nothing.  
If he would just get his act together and pay 
attention to me, she thought, then I would never have 
come here.  I would never even have placed that ad.

She bit off another chunk of bread, this time finally 
getting a taste of meat.  At least it was fresh and it 
certainly tasted a lot better than the dry bun.  The 
ad, she thought, that's why I'm here.  So why did I 
post that ad anyway?  Her mind searched.  Why must I 
justify my every action? Can't I just live my life and 
let it come, good or bad?

She had done several things lately which seemed 
totally against her better judgment.  Nothing like her 
normal life.  For thirty-eight years she had tried to 
be responsible, protective, cooperative.  Well, not 
always.  At least her father had not seen it that way.  
To him, she had been just another thing, a possession 
to be used for his own satisfaction.  She tried to put 
that from her mind, but it was hard.  Just like the 
spankings he had given her.  Spankings on her bare 
bottom, even after she entered puberty.  That had been 
so embarrassing, so humiliating, having him strip down 
her panties to reveal her blonde peach furry bush, 
then turn her over his knee and paddle her.  And he 
spanked hard.

The memory of that pain caused her to shift in her 
chair.  At times even now it seemed her bottom burned 
and stung from just the memory of those paddlings.  
That had not been the worst part, though, for she knew 
why he paddled her.  It had been her refusal.  As much 
as she hated being spanked, it was usually better than 
what he had ordered her to do.  Oh, she had tried to 
obey him, to do what he wanted.  But she could not 
bring herself to yield.  So he forced her, several 
times, both before and after spanking her.  He had 
unzipped his pants, taken out his big erection, and 
insisted on having sex with her by putting his rod in 
her mouth.  It was so revolting.  He insisted.  He 
demanded.  He threatened.  She tried.  Mostly because 
he was her father, and she knew she ought to obey him.  
She gagged.  He had ignored her complaints and forced 
her, grabbing her and pulling face down into his lap 
so there was no way to avoid taking him into her mouth 
and, under pressure, even down her throat.  "Sing," he 
had said, laughing.  "Hum a happy little tune, so I 
can feel the vibration."  And she had obeyed, humming 
a tune from school, then gasping for air, and gagging 
even while he spurted semen down her throat.  

The bite of bread was still in her mouth, and she 
realized she was still unconsciously chewing, totally 
mutilating the sandwich, as if afraid to swallow.  She 
almost gagged on the bread, just as she had when her 
husband had encouraged her, as her father had 
previously,  to "do him in her mouth."  She had tried, 
but it brought back too many painful memories.  Yes, 
there were many ways in which her childhood continued 
to plague her, ways she tried to forget.  Usually, her 
mind could be distracted, but not her body.  Her body 
still remembered, alternately hating that awful 
history and yet still craving the contact, the 
personal touch, even the spankings.  And that's what 
had led to placing the ad on that internet list.

Where is that guy? she wondered.  He was supposed to 
be here ten minutes ago.  The other tables were empty.  
The lone clerk was busy behind the counter.  Scores of 
people were passing by, pushing carts as they entered 
the market, but none even so much as looked into the 
sandwich shop.  None of them looked anything like his 
photo.  Maybe I missed him.  She wondered, Maybe he 
came by while I wasn't looking.  Maybe he saw me and 
didn't like what he saw.  Maybe this is all just an 
elaborate con job to make me feel foolish.  She washed 
the bread down with coffee, then bit off another chunk 
of the sandwich, trying to stop her racing mind from 
allowing her to feel even more insecure.

Why not? she thought.  Why shouldn't I feel nervous?  
After all, this is the third time I've been here to 
meet this guy, and this looks like the third time he's 
not shown up.  Oh, sure, he said he was here the 
previous two times, but how could I help being late?  
Why are people always complaining when I'm a few 
minutes late, like it's my fault that I'm not on time?  
The meat tasted salty, and the salami had far too much 
pepper.  Poor choice, she thought.  Now I'll smell 
like salami when he comes, and that's sure to drive 
him away.  The coffee was almost cold.

"Is this seat taken?" he asked.

With her mouth full of sandwich and cold coffee, all 
she could do was shake her head.  Was this him? she 
wondered.  Must be.  Lots better looking than his 
picture.  And I was expecting someone a lot older, 
too.

"Hello," she was finally able to muster as she 
swallowed desperately, trying not to gag on the dry 
bread.

"Hello, Ember." 

Well, his smile is contagious, she decided.  Maybe 
this will work out after all.

He turned the chair and sat more alongside the small 
table than behind it.  His knees almost reached hers.  
She twisted a little so as not to kick his ankles.  
Why am I so self-conscious? she asked herself.  Relax.  
This is a public place, so he's not going to hurt me 
here.  I hope.

"You're the lady who said she needed help learning how 
to discipline herself.  Correct?"  

He was leaning toward her, still smiling and peering 
into her eyes.  She cringed, thinking that it seemed 
he could see deep into her mind.  What's with this 
guy? she wondered.  He seems so intense.  Is that why 
am I so nervous?  Relax.  If this does not go well, 
you can just get up and walk away.  There's not a 
thing he could do if I did.  So relax.   You're safe.  

"Care to share this sub?" she asked, hoping she would 
not have to eat it or throw it away.

"Oh, I ate only a few minutes ago," he replied, still 
smiling, still watching her closely.  "Go ahead.  
Enjoy your meal."

Fat chance, she said to herself.  Not with you sitting 
there staring at me.  Not with this dry excuse for a 
sub sandwich.  And now my coffee's cold, too!  She 
took another bite, feeling totally self-conscious at 
having him sit watching her while she chewed.  Why do 
men always do that?  Don't they know how nervous it 
makes me feel?

"Would you like another cup of coffee?" he asked.

"Please."  She really didn't, but it was a way to buy 
time.  Maybe she could collect herself, pull herself 
together.

She watched him rise and walk to the counter.  Not 
bad, she thought.   I could certainly do worse, she 
thought as she evaluated the roundness of his 
buttocks.  I wonder if he's ever had that bottom 
paddled?  She tried to put the thought from her mind.  
Why am I so upset because he looked at me?  A few 
minutes ago I was complaining because my husband pays 
to little attention to me.  Make up your mind, Ember.  
Are you going through with this?  Or not?

"Here you are, Ember.  A fresh cup from a fresh pot.  
Careful.  It's hot."

Indeed it was hot.  She cradled the cup between her 
hands, somehow reassured by its warmth.  "Thank you.  
I'm so glad you came," she told him.

"Are you?" he asked crisply.

His tone surprised her, and she set the cup on the 
table.  Her uncertainty returned.  "I think so," she 
stammered awkwardly.  "Yes, I am," she said more 
steadily.

"Okay, let's begin again," he smiled.  "Your ad said 
you were in need of discipline.  Is that correct?"

"Yes," she replied, not quite sure where he was 
heading with this direct questioning.

"Kiss me," he said simply.

Stunned, she picked up the cup and took another sip of 
the coffee.  It seemed much hotter than it had only a 
moment before.

"Well?" he asked.

"You want me to lean over there and kiss you?  Right 
now?  Here, in this public place?"

"Yes."

"But I don't really know you.  We just met."

"You advertised for someone to discipline you.  In 
fact, you hinted that you want a man to spank you, and 
you even suggested that you would bare your bottom for 
me to do that.  Well, here I am, but now you're 
already backing down.  You're not even up to a little 
kiss?"

"It's just that...," she paused.  He called my bluff, 
she thought.  Reaching for her purse, she decided to 
leave, and she was already out of her chair when an 
impulse commanded her to stay.  Bending quickly down, 
she placed her lips firmly against his, taking care to 
keep her mouth closed.  I'll kiss him, she thought, 
but I refuse to brush his teeth with my tongue.

He was smiling when she sat back down.  "Thank you.  
I'm glad you decided to obey.  Otherwise, I would have 
been gone by now.  Forever.  That's how it is with 
discipline.  I will demand absolute immediate 
obedience.  You have my word that I will never do 
anything to harm you, but you must do what I say.  Is 
that understood?"

She nodded.

"Now," he smiled again, "let's talk about a few of 
your goals."

Something seemed to settle down inside her, and Ember 
began to a deep calm come inside.  While the decision 
had been pending, she had been terribly unsettled, but 
now that she had made a commitment, unspoken though it 
was, there came a great reassurance.  She took another 
sip of coffee.  Her hunger had returned, and she bit 
off another hunk of the sandwich.  Even it tasted 
better.  And over the next half hour, she shared a 
host of her frustrations, a few of her dreams, and all 
the while she continued to relax more and more in his 
presence.  Maybe this is going to work for me, she 
decided.  Maybe he is just what I need.  And that made 
her feel even better.

"What now?" she asked as she finished the sandwich.  
"How do you want to start our disciplinary program?  I 
guess that's a good way to describe it?"

 "You hesitated," he said flatly.

"What?"

"I said, 'You hesitated.'  When I instructed you to 
kiss me, you hesitated.  You should have obeyed me.  
Instantly.  So I have to punish you for your failure 
to obey me immediately."

"But that was before we reached any agreement," she 
protested.

"You're doing it again," he advised her.  "Now your 
punishment will be even harder."

"I suppose you're going to spank me," she smiled, 
expecting that to be his form of discipline, since 
that was what she had originally suggested.  "Here?"  
A sudden sense of panic began to build within her, and 
she looked about the shop at the few customers who had 
gathered at the counter.  They were paying no 
attention to her.  But they certainly would if he bent 
her over his knee and paddled her.  That was certain.

"No spanking," he said, "not now.  Not yet.  Certainly 
not here."

"Thank goodness for that," she agreed.

"There are other forms of discipline which can be even 
more effective," he began.  "I know this is early in 
our relationship, but if you are truly in this for the 
long term, long enough for it to be good for you, then 
I have to be certain you're going to obey me in the 
future.  That's why I must demand this of you, and why 
you must obey me, right now."

"Obey?  How?  What are you going to do?"

"It's not what I'm going to do.  It's what you must 
do."  He smiled reassuringly, then reached into his 
coat pocket and brought out a pad of white plastic.  
"This is a shopping bag," he explained, "just like you 
would receive over there at the checkout counter."  He 
handed it to her.  "It's empty, so don't open it.  
Just put it in your purse and take it with you."

"With me?  Where am I going?"

"To the rest room."  He smiled, "Excuse me, I mean 
you're going into the Ladies Room."  He paused a 
moment to make certain she was listening, then very 
slowly he continued.  "Go into the rest room and 
remove your sweater and your bra and whatever other 
tops you may be wearing.  In other words, you are to 
strip to the waist.  Then put on your coat.  Put the 
clothes you took off in this bag, and bring it to me."

"You must be kidding," she exclaimed.

He held up one finger.  "Remember what I said about 
hesitating.  No questions.  You either obey or I'm 
gone.  Forever."

"And you're going to wait here for me?"

"You didn't expect me to go with you, did you?" he 
laughed.  "No, I'm going out to the parking lot.  I'll 
wait for you down at the far end, down by where the 
road circles around.  Bring this bag with your clothes 
to me down there." 

For several moments both sat there.  Then as he stood 
he said, "I'm leaving now.  Once I get there, I'll 
wait only eight minutes.  If you've not come by then, 
I'll leave.  It's up to you to take the next step in 
learning self discipline."  With that, he rose and 
left.  


Chapter 2 

Ember watched as he nodded to the security officer 
while departing through the automatic doors.  Stunned, 
she continued to sit, then remembered he had said he 
would wait only eight minutes.  The calm she had 
earlier felt within her was completely gone.  Turmoil 
boiled up inside.  A sense of panic replaced her 
peace, and suddenly she was more afraid of 
disappointing him than of doing what he demanded.  I 
must be on time, she said to herself as she hurriedly 
scooped up her purse.  Leaving the remains of her 
sandwich on the table, she rushed past the rows of 
check-out counters and into the ladies room.

The last stall at the back was empty, so she hurried 
in and locked the door.  Hardly without thinking, she 
slipped off her coat, hung it on the hook, then peeled 
her sweater over her head.  From her purse she removed 
the bag, unfolded it and lay it on the back of the 
stool along with her sweater.  Reaching behind her 
back, she began to unsnap her bra.  A voice in her 
head asked, Ember, what in the world do you think 
you're doing?  Are you stupid?  In one sweep, she 
jerked off her bra and wrapped it in her sweater.  As 
she thrust the bundle into the bag, she was briefly 
startled by the sway of her full breasts, now free of 
all restraint, not that this was a new feeling, but it 
was the first time she had undressed in a public 
restroom.  Quickly, she pulled on her coat and zipped 
it up, all the way to her chin.  Grabbing the bag with 
her clothes, she hurried toward the door.  I hope I'm 
not too late, she said to herself.  Then she noticed a 
lady at one of the sinks frowning at her, as if she 
had caught someone leaving without washing her hands.  
Ember grasped the bag as if it contained a recent 
purchase and walked purposely past the check-out 
counters, past the security guard, then through the 
doors to the outside.  

Where is he? she asked herself.  Crossing through 
traffic, she hurried between the rows of cars.  Then 
she saw him, as he had said, standing near the far end 
of the parking lot, leaning against a light pole.  
Walking that distance seemed to take ages, but even 
then she arrived far sooner than she wanted.  What 
does he want? she asked herself.  Why did he demand I 
undress?  And then come out here?  I feel totally 
indecent.  Even with all these negative thoughts, the 
thrill of adventure excited her.

"Give me the bag," he instructed.  Dutifully, she 
obeyed, holding it out to him.  He took it, glanced 
inside briefly, as if to make sure that she had 
complied with his instructions.  "Thank you," he said 
warmly.  "You're doing well.  Now for the real test of 
your obedience.  This is how I will discipline you for 
hesitating when I instructed you to kiss me."

Ember shivered, as she waited nervously for him to 
continue.

"Unzip your coat."

She trembled all over as she glanced behind her.  
People were coming and going from the store.  They 
will see me, she thought.  No, I will not do this.  
No, he cannot make me expose myself this way.  Not to 
him.  Not to anyone.  As these thoughts raced through 
her mind, she was suddenly aware that, even though her 
mind had resisted his command, her hands were obeying.  
In fact, her trembling hands had already complied.  
Her coat was unzipped, but she still held it closed, 
concealing her naked breasts.  "You're not going to 
make me undress out here, are you?" she whispered 
fearfully, her voice as shaky as her hands.  "Please 
don't do that.  Not here."

"Heavens no, my dear.  I told you I would never tell 
you to do anything to harm you.  That's my promise, 
and it means I'll not ask you to do anything to 
humiliate you or get you in trouble."

"Then ...what?" she asked, finally deciding that 
whatever he wanted it was better to get it over with 
than to continue this frightful suspense any longer.

"Back up," he ordered as he set the bag on the ground 
beside the light pole.  "Back up."  She stepped 
backward.  After about three steps, she stopped.  
"Further," he insisted.  She took two more steps.  
"That's good," he said.  From his pocket he produced a 
small camera, focused it on her and clicked the 
shutter.  "Nice," he said.  "A beautiful girl standing 
in front of our local neighborhood shopping mart.  You 
look nice, only you didn't smile."  Ember forced a 
smile, and he clicked the shutter again.  "Much 
better."  She smiled again.  "You're really quite 
attractive," he said.

Ember caught her breath as a car passed along the 
driveway.  She was relieved that whoever was driving 
paid no attention to them, as if it was commonplace to 
have people taking pictures in the parking lot.

"Now," he smiled again.  "A couple more pictures, and 
then we're done."

"Good," she said, suddenly relieved.

"Open your coat."

"No," she snapped.

"What's that?" he asked.  "What did you just say?"

It was then she realized she had broken their 
disciplinary agreement.  "You want me to take off my 
coat?" she asked.  

"No, just hold it open, arms out wide."  

The cool air fanned about her breasts as she spread 
her arms and opened her coat.  Her exposed nipples 
hardened, not only from the cool breeze but the 
emotions racing through her body.  Her mind told her 
she ought to be ashamed, but a tingling sensation 
between her legs was demanding attention.  She felt a 
warm wetness in her panties, while her face flushed 
with anger that her body would respond this way.  Even 
so, she stood with her breasts exposed for several 
moments as he simply looked at her and smiled.  
Finally, after what seemed an eternity, he raised the 
camera to his eye and said, "Smile at the birdie."  
Click went the camera.  "Walk toward me," he 
instructed,  "Keep your coat open and walk toward me."  
She obeyed this time without question.  Click.  She 
took another step nearer.  Click.  Then one more step.  
Click.

"Thank you, my dear.  I think we're going to get along 
famously."  

Ember started to zip up her coat, but he spoke 
sharply.  "Did I tell you to do that?"

"N...N...No," she stammered, surprised at the tone of his 
voice.

"Then don't," he said.  This time his voice was 
softer, more relaxed.  "Instead, I want you to come 
over here and kiss me."

Before she even decided if she would obey, her legs 
were moving on their own, and just that quickly she 
was standing close to him.  Again, without even 
willing them to do so, her arms were around his neck, 
and she was kissing him.  This time her mouth was 
open, and she was anxiously seeking his tongue with 
hers.  Eventually, she realized his arms were not 
around her.  Instead, they were inside her coat, 
cupping her breasts, gently pinching her nipples which 
were now as hard as small marbles.  She desperately 
rubbed her full body against his.  It was a very nice 
kiss, one in which her entire body throbbed with 
desire.  Not here in a parking lot, the voice said in 
her head.  Not here.  Anywhere but here!

Then he drew back, picked up her bag of clothing and 
handed it to her.  "You'll want this, I imagine," he 
smiled.  From his pocket he produced a ten-dollar 
bill.  "Now, take this," he instructed.  "Go to 
Applebe'es and get yourself a piece of pie.  Take your 
time.  Relax.  And while you're enjoying the pie, I 
want you to think about what we just did.  You can use 
their restroom to put your clothes back on."  He 
laughed aloud as he added, "You'd better not go back 
in the mart to get dressed.  Remember, they check bags 
when you go in.  I don't think you want them to see 
what you have here."

Her entire body was still trembling too much for her 
to speak.  She could only nod in agreement.  

"When you get home," he continued, "check your 
calendar and find the next time you know you will be 
alone in your house.  Email that date and time to me, 
and I'll be there for your next lesson.  Do you 
understand?"

That puzzled her, and she found her voice.  "I told 
you I couldn't host.  Didn't you understand?" 

"Did I ask for your opinion?  Didn't we already agree 
that you will always do what I tell you?  For 
disobeying just then, you will receive a spanking the 
next time we meet.  And I will come to your house.  
When I do, you will be ready for me.  By ready, I mean 
that you will answer the door wearing nothing but your 
long hair and a big smile.  If you don't, I'll double 
the swats you receive on your bare behind.  
Understood?"

"Yes, I understand," Ember replied dutifully.  "I will 
learn from your discipline.  You will teach me to 
discipline myself."

"Very good," he replied.  And with that he walked 
away.  

Slowly Ember turned her attention back to her coat.  
She started to close the zipper, then remember he had 
not told her she could.  So she simply held it closed 
as she turned to watch him return to the store.  He 
didn't even look back as he passed through the doors 
and went inside.  Only then did she zip up her coat.


Chapter 3

The hostess seated her in a booth far back in the 
restaurant.  She would have preferred a table much 
nearer the door, but the place was crowded.  After 
several minutes, the waitress came with a glass of 
water and a menu.  As she started to leave, Ember 
spoke quickly.

"I just want a piece of pie," she said.  "And coffee."  
The waitress ran off a list of available pies in a 
vocal routine which could have passed for Hank Snow's 
old song, I've Been Everywhere.  Ember selected Dutch 
Apple.  Then she added.  "I'll be in the restroom for 
a few moments and then come back."  The waitress 
nodded, then left.

Ember gathered up her purse and the bag with her 
clothing, getting ready to go to the restroom.  Why am 
I not anxious to do this? she asked herself.  Was it 
the idea of removing her coat and once again being 
mostly naked in a public restroom?  Something within 
her rebelled, and she sat for several minutes, until 
she saw the waitress eyeing her strangely.  
Instinctively, she clutched her breasts through her 
jacket, as though to hide the fact that she was naked 
beneath her coat.  Finally, frustrated with herself at 
her ambivalence, she rose from the booth and retreated 
to the restroom.

It was empty, even though the restaurant itself was 
bustling with people hurrying to finish their lunch 
before returning to work.  Ember slipped quickly into 
one of the stalls and removed her coat, hanging it 
with her purse on the back of the door.  She put the 
bag on the back of the stool, then stood for several 
moments simply staring at the blank wall.  Her hands 
caressed her bare breasts, and she recalled the 
sensations she had felt as only a few minutes 
previously it had been the man's hands which were 
roaming about her naked bosom.  The sudden way in 
which he had taken liberties had been a shock to her, 
and yet the thrill of remembering him sent chills 
through her body.  Once again she felt her sexual 
juices begin to flow.  

Angry that her body had cravings which her mind could 
not acknowledge, she extracted her bra from the bag 
and slipped the straps over her shoulders.  Once again 
she paused, still unable to bring herself to fasten 
the clasps.  What's wrong with me? she asked.  Why am 
I so hesitant to get dressed?  The past hour seemed 
like a dream, a strangely wonderful, horrible 
nightmare.  She had actually bared her breasts for a 
stranger, right outdoors in a public parking lot.  I 
wonder if anyone saw me? she asked herself.   What's 
worse, he took pictures of me, and who knows what he 
will do with them!  Then she remembered the tingle of 
her breasts as the cool breeze fanned across her naked 
skin when she had opened her coat.  And the smile with 
which he had greeted her when she obeyed his command.  
It was so all unlike anything that had ever before 
happened to her that she was still tingling with 
excitement.  That's it, she said to herself.  I can't 
handle this.  I may not be ready for this moment to 
end, but it must.  Right now.  And with that she 
snapped her bra closed and pulled her sweater over her 
head.  Donning her coat and grabbing her purse, she 
left the stall, then threw the empty plastic bag in 
the waste can as she pulled open the door.  

Noise in the restaurant seemed overwhelming as she 
returned to her booth.  Her coffee and pie were 
waiting on the table.  The coffee was too hot to 
drink, so she picked slowly at the pie, flicking 
little bits of crust to the side and gingerly sampling 
tiny bites of the sweet apple filling.  Placing that 
ad had been a big mistake, she thought to herself.  
It's that ad which got me into this mess.  What will I 
do now?  Shall I actually send him an email?  It's 
totally insane to invite him to my house.  No, I won't 
do it!  There will be no email.  I'll never see him 
again.  With that resolve, she took a large sip of the 
hot coffee, then cooled her mouth with a bite of the 
cold pie. 

"Is this seat taken?" the voice asked.

Ember flinched, almost spilling her coffee.  It was 
the same voice, the same greeting he had used just a 
little while before.  He followed me here!  He's here.  
Now.  Sure enough, he was actually seated across from 
her in the booth.  And he was smiling, that same self-
assured, confident smile.  Even more, his eyes were 
looking deep into hers, and once again she had the 
feeling that he was probing around inside her brain, 
reading her secret thoughts, maybe even bending her 
will to his.  It was frightening to feel his presence, 
even though there was a table between them.  It was 
thrilling to realize he had followed her, that he was 
that much interested in her.  The thrill bordered on 
fear.  What does he want now?

"How soon will your girls be home from school?" he 
asked quietly.

She checked her watch, then told him, "Not for another 
two hours.  Maybe a bit longer."

"And your husband?"

"Not until dinner time."

"So you have an hour and a half in which you can host 
a little party for the two of us."  

It was not a question, just a stated matter of fact.  
Ember accepted it as such and did not argue or 
complain.  Perhaps the events of the previous hour had 
already conditioned her to obey his commands, or maybe 
this is something she had held in the back of her mind 
ever since she placed the ad.  Certainly she had never 
acknowledged the possibility of having a man come to 
her home, but maybe it was possible.

"Yes," she said softly.  "I guess this saves me from 
sending you an email.  She pulled a pen from her purse 
and scribbled her address on a napkin, then pushed it 
across the table to him.  "Here," she said.  "97201 
Libido Lane, the first house on the left."   She 
forced herself to smile, then added, "You can have my 
pie, if you want it.  And the bill, when it comes."  
Then, before she had time to change her mind, she rose 
and walked out of the restaurant.


Chapter 4

The drive to her house really was not very far, but it 
seemed to take forever.  For some reason, Ember felt 
as though the temperature had risen to more than a 
hundred degrees, even though it was actually only in 
the fifties.  Trying to cool down, she unzipped her 
coat, not an easy task while driving with the seatbelt 
fastened.  Once home, she didn't take time to put the 
car away, but simply stopped in the driveway and ran 
to the front door.  

Once inside, she stripped off her coat while she 
hurried from room to room, checking to make certain 
she was alone in the house.  No one else was home, and 
she breathed a great sigh of relief.  Wouldn't that 
have been the berries, she said to herself, if the 
family were home when he came!  She looked at her 
watch.  Fifteen minutes were already gone.  How soon 
will he get here?  Do you suppose he will actually 
come?  

Sweat was pouring from her forehead.  She mopped at 
it, trying to keep it out of her eyes.  Not much time, 
she though as she hurried to the bedroom.  She felt so 
warm that her primary thought was ridding herself of 
her clothing.  He said to be naked when he gets here, 
she thought.  So she began to strip.  Her sweater and 
bra went first.  She threw them on the bed.  Then she 
stepped out of her shoes and peeled her jeans and 
panties off together in one sweep.  Just like that she 
was completely naked.  She gathered her clothes into a 
single bundle, ran to the closet and threw them in a 
pile on the floor.  Then she banged the door shut.  As 
she ran to the bathroom and grabbed her hairbrush, she 
released her hair and let it fall.  Hurriedly she 
brushed it out until it fell loosely around her 
shoulders.  Not bad, she said to herself as she 
considered her image in the mirror.  Yeah, I need to 
lose a few pounds, but all my equipment is here, she 
thought.  And it all works!  Her pink nipples peeked 
through the tresses of her strawberry blonde hair.  
Not bad at all, she affirmed, suddenly feeling a wave 
of self-confidence.  Thus encouraged by her 
appearance, she used her brush to fluff her thatch of 
pubic hair until it perfectly matched the hair 
cascading down from her head.  Well, almost, she 
thought, even though she wished her pubic hair were a 
little longer.  The touch of her brush to her already-
stimulated secret folds caused a shudder to run 
throughout her entire body.  She realized then that 
she was desperately tingling with excitement.  Oh, I 
hope he comes! she said to herself.  Then she recalled 
his promise that he would spank her for her 
disobedience in the parking lot.  I know it will hurt.  
Oh, I hope it hurts, she exclaimed almost out loud.

The doorbell rang.

That didn't take him long, she thought as she hurried 
to the door.  She reached for the door knob, then 
panic froze her in place.  She looked down at her 
naked body.  What am I doing? she asked herself.  What 
if it's not him?  What if someone else is at the door?  
What would I do then?

The bell rang again.  In desperation, she jerked the 
door open and stepped back, partly hiding her naked 
body behind it, just in case is was someone else.

"Am I at the right place?" he asked.

"Oh, yes," she exclaimed, greatly relieved.  "You're 
at exactly the right place."  She stepped out from 
behind the door and crossed to the center of the room 
where she turned and faced him.  Suddenly she wanted 
him to see her, just as she was, completely naked.

"Come in, and please close the door behind you," she 
invited.  He did.

"You look absolutely lovely, my dear."  

"Even with these extra pounds?  Are you sure?"

"I'm sure," he smiled.

"Do you want something to drink?"  She was suddenly 
flustered.  "I don't know quite what I'm supposed to 
do next," she admitted out loud to him.  I've never 
entertained anyone before, at least not quite like I'm 
dressed now." 

"That's too bad," he smiled.  "I think you're dressed 
just right.  In fact, I think this is the perfect way 
for you to entertain me."

"Then what would you like to do?"  She still stood in 
the middle of the floor, her hands alternately cupping 
her breasts nervously, then awkwardly dropping to her 
sides.  "Do you want to get undressed?  Like I am?  
What do you want me to do?"

"We really don't have enough time to do very many 
things together, so I think we ought to get on to the 
main event.  Remember?  I owe you a spanking."

"I know.  That's what you said."  A shudder ran 
through her body as if she were already feeling the 
pain of his hand being applied to her bare bottom.

"Go get your hairbrush.  Let's see if it will serve 
the purpose."

No! she thought as she hurried to the bathroom.  He's 
going to spank me with my hairbrush.  I've never been 
spanked by anything except a man's hand.  Will it hurt 
much more?  Quickly  she returned with the brush that 
she had so recently used.  I hope it doesn't smell 
like my sex, she thought, recalling how she had 
brushed her pubic hair with it so recently.  She 
handed the brush to him nervously.

He paid little attention to it, but instead sat on the 
couch, right in the center.  "Come here," he 
commanded.  Ember immediately stepped up close, 
standing right in front of him.  He patted the cushion 
on his right and instructed her to get on couch, up on 
her knees.  "I want your butt sticking up right here 
in front of me," he insisted.  

Mystified by his instruction, she obediently assumed 
the position, even though it felt quite awkward.  She 
would much have preferred to turn around, to put her 
head in his lap and look up at him, to pull his head 
down to her and kiss her.  Or perhaps allow him to 
play with her breasts, more like he had done in the 
parking lot.  Remembering how his hands had felt on 
her body sent a chill all the way through her.  She 
glanced back over her shoulder.  Is he left handed?  
Is that why he has me in this awkward position?  She 
waited.

Nothing happened.  Finally, after several moments, she 
felt the bristles of the brush gently brush across her 
bottom.  Uh, oh! she thought.  Here comes the paddle.  
She remembered having been spanked before, but that 
had always been with a man's hand.  Never by a 
hairbrush.  The delay was frightening.  How much will 
it hurt?  Will it bruise my bottom?  Will I have 
trouble sitting after he is done?  She waited.  The 
suspense was paralyzing.

Then she felt the brush in her hair.  He was 
rearranging her hair over her shoulders, brushing it 
out so it lay along her back.  She relaxed, but only 
momentarily, for in the next moment she felt his hand 
reach in between her legs, forcing them apart.  She 
shifted her weight on her knees, spreading them 
obediently to accommodate his desire, and in return 
she felt him reach up underneath her bottom and run 
his finger through her pubic thatch.  She shuddered.  
He sure has a thing for hair, she thought.  Then she 
realized his finger was tracing the outline of her 
slit, prodding and poking.  She knew she was already 
quite moist and wondered if he was aware of how hot 
she actually was.  Then one of his fingers found its 
way in between the folds, separating them, exposing 
the inner reaches of her pussy.  Slowly he inserted 
his finger, farther and farther in, until she was 
penetrated by the full length of his finger.  She 
gasped.  He was inside her only a moment before 
retracting his finger.  A moment later, he was back 
inside, pumping and probing.  He was finding all the 
right places.  She gasped with delight.  This was a 
wonderful feeling, far better than the expected 
paddling she had feared.

The trauma of the entire day came to focus on that one 
finger, which was reaching into the very heart of her 
desire.  She needed a man inside her.  This man!  She 
wanted him in her.  Even a finger was better than 
nothing, even though she would have preferred his 
penis.  Then in less than a second, he replaced the 
single finger with a second.  Two fingers sliding in 
and out felt so much better than just one.  Without 
consciously choosing to do so, she began to move with 
his motion.  Feeling the rhythm of his fingers as they 
worked in and out, in and out, she rocked forward and 
back on her knees, pushing against his hand, enjoying 
the attention he was giving her, and hoping for some 
much more.

It came.  His thumb traced gently around her anus.  
Surprise grasped her, but his fingers continued to 
probe and tease inside her until she did not object.  
A moment later, so quickly that she had no time to 
react, he pressed his thumb hard down against her 
anus.  It popped through the opening and slipped deep 
inside.  Oh, my god! she exclaimed silently, as she 
realized he not only had two fingers in her pussy but 
now his thumb was in her butt.  That was only the 
beginning.  He squeezed his thumb and fingers 
together, gently at first, then hard, grasping her 
with such a firm grip that she could not escape.  He 
used his grip to lift her bottom upward.  She gasped, 
then slumped forward on the couch, her face pushed 
flush against the cushion while he held her bottom 
high in the air.  The hairbrush came down hard.  
Smack!  He used the backside of the brush on her 
bottom.  

"Ow!" she cried.  "That hurt!"

"It's supposed to hurt," he explained.  The second 
blow landed.

She squirmed to break free, but he held her firmly 
between his thumb and fingers, grasping her in this 
most sensitive, most delicate, most erotic way 
possible.  Blows of the brush continued to land on her 
bottom.  First on the left, then on the right cheek.  
Then back.  Again and again.  She lost count.  She 
remembered the raised design on the brush and wondered 
if it was imprinting a pattern on her skin.  Her 
imagination said her bottom must be a brilliant red, 
certainly all-aglow.  The spanking continued.  An 
eternity slipped by slowly.

Finally the blows stopped.  The fingers and thumb did 
not.  He pinched her between his thumb and fingers, 
brutally massaging her inner folds together.  Ecstasy 
built within her and the tension increased.  She knew 
she was nearing a climax.  Will I actually have an 
orgasm on his hand?  Will he spank me again?  She 
thrust her bottom against his hand as he continued to 
palpitate her privates.  Suddenly she exploded in 
spasms, pumping desperately against his fingers, 
squeezing against his thumb, bucking back and forth 
against his hand.  In this midst of her release, the 
brush struck again, blow after blow rained down upon 
her throughout her entire orgasm.  The thrill of her 
passion blended with the brutal pain of the spanking.  
Together they provided her with an ecstatic experience 
beyond anything she had ever imagined.  Her flushed 
face pulsed against the cushion, stinging almost as 
much as her bruised bottom.  The thrill of pain was 
almost overpowering, but eventually, the orgasm ran 
its course.  Her spasms subsided.  Her sexual energy 
was spent. 

"All right, I guess I'm done now," he said.  "Email me 
when you're ready for me to return."  

She collapsed on the couch as he withdrew his hand and 
rose to his feet.  Vaguely, she heard the door close.  
A moment later, a car started and drove away.  
Everything else was a blur.  She hurt.  She was 
ecstatic.  She was completely exhausted.  She slept.

She was still lying there on her stomach when the door 
opened.

"Mom!  Why are you here on the couch with no clothes 
on?"

~~~~~
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