*************** ADULTS ONLY ***************
The Lovable Ladies of Libido Lane
(C) by Erotin Thraller
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Chapter 06 - Glowing Ember 

Scene 1, Waiting

The bread was dry.  And there was too much of it.  Far 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 suddenly realized she was the only customer 
in the shop.  Small wonder, she decided, 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 the previous one, as she pondered how she came 
to be where she was.  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 
been presented after I ate, and then I might have convinced him 
to pay for my 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 her room, ever present 
but always ignored.  Her problem, she decided, as she sat alone 
at the sandwich shop table, 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 muttered almost out loud, 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 
much 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 ordered her to do.  Oh, she had tried to obey 
him, to do what he wanted.  But she could not bring herself to 
yield.  At least not willingly.  So he forced her, several times, 
both before and after spanking her.  He would unzip his pants, 
take out his big erection, and insist on having sex with her by 
putting his enormous rod in her mouth.  To her, it was all so 
revolting.  But 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 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, much as her father 
had previously, to "do him in her mouth."  She had tried because 
he was her husband and she was his loving wife, but it brought 
back too many painful memories.  Even now there were so many ways 
in which her unhappy 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 her body was not to be denied.  
That's what had led to her 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 the 
entrance, 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 while I wasn't looking.  Maybe he recognized 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 going to show.  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, I 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 bit off 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?  The idea brought a smile to her lips, 
so 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, complete, and 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 decided to 
stay, it was as if she had made a commitment to him, unspoken 
though it was, and with her commitment came a great reassurance.  
She took another sip of coffee.  Her hunger had returned, and she 
bit off a huge 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 idea 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 spanking 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 actually 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 ten minutes.  
If you've not come by then, I'll leave.  It's up to you to take 
the next step in learning the art of self discipline."  With 
that, he rose and left, not once looking back.

Scene 2, Obeying 

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 ten 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, 
yet 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.  Her body was 
demanding attention.

"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 punish 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, then 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 that humiliates you or gets 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.

"Thank you," Ember said, then caught her breath as a car passed 
along the roadway which circled the parking lot.  She was 
relieved that the driver 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 to 
open 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 against her will.  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 Applebee's 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.

Scene 3, Surprising

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 such intimate 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.  She fought off a panic attack.  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.

Scene 4, Submitting

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.  Quickly 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 on her 
already-stimulated secret folds caused a shudder to run 
throughout her entire body.  She realized then that her entire 
body was tingling with desperate 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 so recently 
she had used it to brush her pubic hair.  Nervously, she handed 
him the brush.

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 much 
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 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.  Smack!  The hairbrush came down 
hard.  Smack!  He used the backside of the brush on her bottom.  
Again.  Smack!  

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

"It's supposed to hurt," he explained.  Another blow landed.  
Then another.

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 cheek, then on the 
right.  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 
squeezed 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.  Am I 
actually going to 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.  Pain and passion 
together provided her with an ecstatic experience far 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 out here on the couch with no clothes on?"

~~~~~
Continued in Chapter 07





  
Chapter 06 - Glowing Ember