“Coffee,” I told the waitress as she walked by the counter. “With cream,” I reminded her.
The young waitress hardly hesitated as she filled my cup. I’d seen her plenty of times before. She was a girl who worked the area behind the counter like a dancer, in complete mastery of the small space. She was busy this morning, but I wasn’t. I took the first sip black she hadn’t passed me the silver creamer yet and imagined what I’d like do to her if we were alone. She couldn’t have been more than twenty two, and I admired the way her pink uniform fit tight on her waist, then stretched over the curves of her breasts.
“I forgot the cream,” she said, sliding the creamer to me across the counter.
“I ought to give you a spanking for that,” I responded, not looking up as I poured the liquid into my coffee. If she were interested, she’d flush and stammer. If she weren’t, she’d say something flippant, or tell me I was out of line. Way out of line.
She stayed. I smiled and glanced up at her. “I go on break in ten,” she said softly. I saw the pink circles of heat on her cheeks, and I could imagine a similar hue on her bare bottom.
“Meet me out back,” I told her.
I finished my coffee slowly, thinking to myself that growing older has certain perks. Although I’ve always gotten a kick out of spanking my lovers, it wasn’t until I turned fifty that I began to easily find partners who appreciated this type of kink. My boyish good looks have finally matured. Now, I look like a distinguished, stern gentleman. One who has no problem taking a younger woman, putting her over my lap, and spanking her naughty bottom until she climaxes.
I left money on the counter, made eye contact with the pretty brunette waitress, and left the restaurant. The question was whether she’d have the nerve to go through with what I’d suggested. The rear door of the caf opened. She had nerve and nerves. When she walked over to meet me, she nearly tripped in her haste. I grabbed her arms to steady her, and she looked up at me. I saw gratefulness, trepidation and lust in her eyes.
“Did you mean what you said in there?” she asked.
“I never say things I don’t mean.”
“You’re really going to . . . spank me?” She hesitated before the word “spank.” I could tell she had a difficult time saying that word aloud.
“You want me to, don’t you?”
Her flush deepened, all the way to the base of her neck. “It’s what I fantasize about every night,” she confessed. “A man coming in and reading my mind, like you just did.”
“Let me do it again,” I told her, leading her to my car, which was parked in a corner of the lot, away from most of the other vehicles.
“I only have ten minutes,” she said as she practically tiptoed along next to me.
“Plenty of time to heat your sweet ass for you,” I said, “and get you off. We can meet up after work to finish the job properly.”
At my car, I pulled her into the backseat and spread her over my lap. She was wearing that starched pink uniform, which I pushed immediately to her hips. Beneath, she had on a pair of white cotton panties. Perfect. I couldn’t have asked for anything better. I started by spanking her through her panties, my hand connecting with the lush curves of her asscheeks in a steady, powerful rhythm. The waitress moaned as I punished her, and I thought of all the mornings I’d visited the caf before. Every day, I’d imagined doing precisely this.
Who knew she’d been fantasizing about the same thing?
I spanked her bottom until I could see that the cheeks of her ass were turning rosy even through her panties. That’s when I pulled her knickers off, giving me free range to spank her on her right cheek, her left cheek, and between, on her sweet spot. She wriggled her hips against me as I slapped my hand on her bare flesh. When I breathed in, I could smell the scent of her arousal, and I took a moment to let my fingertips caress her pussy.
Damn, she was wet.
“Oh, God I want you inside me,” she moaned into the car seat. “You’re turning me on so much.”
“I’m not going to fuck you now,” I told her, spanking her even harder for her impudence. “I’m going to spank you until you come. When you get off work, you can drive to my house and then I’ll fuck you. If you’re lucky.”
I let my fingers lightly tap against her pussy, and then I went back to punishing her pretty ass. Her skin warmed to my touch instantly, so that I could actually see my handprints on what had been her pale behind. I landed ten smarting blows on her left cheek and ten matching ones on the right. She was practically bouncing on my lap. It was time to give her a little reward. I positioned her so that her pussy was pressing firmly against my knee. When I rocked her into place, her moans told me that I’d hit the perfect spot. I knew she’d get the pressure she required right on her clit. I spanked her bottom in a lighter, but rhythmic manner, and she immediately started crying and begging for release. I timed her climax easily, rocking her on my knee and spanking her in a forceful beat, until she shivered and came on my lap.
Her orgasm was so powerful that she made me want to come with her. But I have staying power. I wanted to make my own pleasure last by stretching it out as much as possible.
“Good girl,” I told her, pulling her into an upright position, so she was facing me on my lap. “You came so well and I can’t wait to come all over your well spanked ass.”
She kissed me softly, all subdued now that she’d been punished. I love when girls get like that. She looked so meek and young in her disheveled pink uniform. I kissed her once more and gave her directions to my house. My cock was rock hard against her, but I could wait until later. I would punish her once more, and shoot my come on her stinging asscheeks. Seeing that image would be worth the wait.
She reached for her discarded panties, but I confiscated them. “You’ll get these when you come tonight,” I told her. “But you’ll have to earn them first.”
“I’m going to spread you out on my bed and whip your ass with my belt.”
She let her fingertips run along my belt buckle as another shiver ran through her.
“Tonight,” I told her and watched as she climbed out of the car and headed back to work.
All day, I thought about her. I could imagine she was thinking the same sort of things, fantasizing about the way it would feel when we finally fucked, dreaming about how much more punishment she’d have to endure before I allowed her another release. I’d been kind by letting her come. I wouldn’t be as kind so quickly this evening.
I dressed with care, wearing jeans, a t shirt, and a well worn belt with a sterling buckle. Yes, I had a few decades on my date, but I keep myself fit. Thanks to hours at the gym working out with a one on one trainer, I’m stronger now than when I was in my twenties.
At the designated time, the doorbell rang. I realized I didn’t even know the girl’s name. She must have been thinking the same thing, because as soon as I opened the door, she said, “My name’s Scarlet,” and then she blushed a similar hue. I didn’t put out my hand for her to shake. Instead, I gripped her wrist and pulled her inside. “I’m Victor,” I told her. “Are you ready for me?”
Scarlet slipped off her coat and handed it to me. Underneath, she was wearing a schoolgirl’s uniform but a mature, x rated sort of one. She had on a little plaid skirt, paired with red fishnets, high heeled Mary Janes, and a midriff baring white blouse. Basically, she was schoolgirl meets stripper, and I couldn’t have been more pleased.
I left her coat in the hall and took her immediately to the bedroom. I had planned on pouring us each a glass of wine, sitting down in the living room, and asking her questions about her life, but I couldn’t wait. My dick had been hard nearly all fucking day, thanks to her, and now we were going to have a serious spanking session.
She hesitated when we reached the doorway. “I want you to know,” she said, “I’m not really this kind of a girl.”
“Which kind?” I asked, looking her up and down.
“I mean, I don’t usually let strangers spank me.”
“Who do you let spank you?”
Her cheeks had not lost their flush since she’d introduced herself at my door. “Nobody,” she said finally. “I’ve fantasized about being spanked for years and years. But I’ve never met anyone I could confess my secret to. You’re the only man who ever guessed what I wanted. I think that’s why I let you do that to me in your car.”
“That,” I repeated. “Do that to you. What was that?” I simply wanted to hear her say the words. I could feel how stiff my cock was becoming from this conversation. I was itching to bend her over the bed and lift up that nothing of a skirt, but I wanted her to tell me all her dirty fantasies first.
“You know,” she looked down at her shoes. Her long eyelashes practically skimmed the tops of her cheeks.
“Spank me,” she murmured.
“Louder,” I demanded.
“Spank me!” she said louder.
I smiled to myself. “Now?” I asked.
“I mean,” she muttered, having such a hard time speaking, “I’d never let anyone spank me before. I never told anyone I wanted it. You just knew. How did you know?”
Finally, she was looking directly at me. It was my turn to come clean with her. “I get a feeling every once in a while,” I told her. “I get this sense inside myself that a girl might get off on being over my knee, of having her pretty bottom spanked, of having her pussy tapped and her asscheeks turned rosy red.”
“Oh, God,” she moaned. I could tell I was turning her on with my words alone. But now that I knew she was practically a spanking virgin, I realized I had to go slower with her than I’d initially planned.
“Do you want everything I told you about in the car?” I asked. I stepped closer to her, slipping two fingers under her chin and forcing her to look up at me.
“Yes, please,” she said.
“Everything?” I hit that word hard. “You want me to spank you with my belt before I fuck you?”
She clenched her legs together. I could see that she was having a difficult time even forcing herself to stay standing. She seemed to be on the verge of melting into a puddle of sex juice.
“Yes,” she said again, “please. I want you to bend me over, lift up my skirt, and spank me through my panties. Then I want you to take down my panties and use your belt on me.”
I started before she could finish. I bent her over the edge of my mattress and lifted that sweet honey of a skirt up to see her ripe, round asscheeks. She was wearing a garter belt and those sexy fishnet stockings. She’d really gone all out to impress me, and she hadn’t failed.
I began by spanking her with my bare hand, just as I’d done to her in the car. This time, she didn’t even try to hold back her moans. She let loose each time I spanked her, groaning and writhing, her hips moving on the edge of the bed. I wondered if she was grinding her clit against the mattress’s edge I had a feeling she couldn’t resist. After I’d heated her up quite a bit, I pulled her panties down. She stepped out of them. Now was the time to see if she could really take what I desperately hoped to dish out. I unfastened the buckle on my belt. She stared over her shoulder at me, wide eyed as I pulled the leather free from the loops of my jeans. I wondered if she’d beg me to go slow or soft or easy. She did none of those things. But she didn’t turn away, either. Her eyes locked on mine as I doubled the belt and snapped the leather. She jumped, and I smiled.
“Count for me,” I told her. “After each blow.”
I landed the first, not too hard because I didn’t want to scare her, but not too soft either. I’m good at this game. I’ve been spanking naughty girls for a long fucking time.
“One,” she whispered.
“Louder,” I told her. I heard her clear her throat.
“One,” she said louder, doing her best to obey me.
“Good girl.” I bent and kissed the stripe I’d left on her ass. She groaned with pleasure, and I felt my dick grow even harder.
I let the belt land a second time, a bit more firmly, crisscrossing over the first line. She said “two” in the right tone of voice, and I bent and kissed her again as a reward. I didn’t know how she was feeling, but I have to say, this was fun for me a stripe, a number, and a kiss. We worked our way to seven without any problem, and then I let loose with a stinging blow. She straightened up, caught herself, and counted out the number. I heard the choke of emotion in her throat. We were getting closer. I landed eight and nine two beauties that left raspberry stripes on her pale skin. We both knew that ten was going to be the bitch of the bunch. She clenched her asscheeks. I nudged her and told her to relax. I waited until she obeyed. Then I let the last blow land. Scarlet cried out and then reached back to cover her ass with both hands. I pried her hands away and left a slew of kisses along both cheeks.
From the position, I could breathe in the scent of her arousal. I knew I’d turned her on. I used my fingertips to tell for sure. Yes, she was dripping wet. I crested the tip of one finger over her clit, and she shuddered and whined. I’d held back for so long. Now was my time. I pulled open the fly of my jeans and then let her feel my cock for the first time.
“Please,” she begged. “Please fuck me, Victor. Oh, God put it in me.”
I was helpless at this point not to give her what she wanted. Besides, she’d done what I asked. She deserved a proper fucking, didn’t she? I parted her thighs and then thrust in my cock. The wetness enveloped me immediately. I don’t think I’ve ever been with a woman who was as wet as Scarlet. She coated me with her juices from the first dip of my cock in her slit. I went slowly for about a second, and then I started to slam into her. I could feel the heat of her asscheeks, could feel how ready she was for me.
“I wanted to make myself come today,” she confessed as I fucked her. “But I knew not to. I knew you wouldn’t like that.”
I was impressed by her forethought. She was right to think that I’d want her to leave her climaxes to me.
“All day long, I walked around like a sex zombie,” she continued. “I was in such a daze. My boss yelled at me, and I didn’t even hear him.”
“Such a bad girl,” I crooned. “Getting in trouble at work. In the future, if you get yelled at by your boss, I’ll have to punish you. You know that.” Her pussy tightened around me as I spoke.
“What will you do to me?”
I slid a hand under her body to tweak her clit as I fucked her. “Oh, every bad thing you can imagine,” I promised her. I was getting closer to climax by the second, but I didn’t want to shoot too soon. I slowed us down to a rhythmic motion, punctuating my words with my thrusts.
“Tell me, Victor. Tell me all the things you’ll do to me. I want to know.”
“I’ll spank your naked behind with a Ping Pong paddle,” I told her. “And I’ll make you go to work with a red bottom every morning.”
Her pussy started to twitch. I had her on the verge.
“I might even make you wear a butt plug at work,” I said, and that took her over the edge. As soon as I uttered the words, she came like she had in the car, a series of violent shudders. I nearly came with her. I knew it would be a relief to release inside her warm, wet pussy, but I didn’t. As soon as I started to climax, I pulled out and creamed all over her red ass. I didn’t want to break the promise I’d made earlier that day.
She climbed off the bed and stripped off the rest of her clothes, and I led her to the shower. We cleaned up together, and she went all soft and sweet in my arms, as she had in the car. “It was even better than I thought it would be,” she told me.
“Being punished like that. I don’t ever want that to end.”
“What do you mean?” I liked that she’d found her voice.
“I want you to do everything you said. But not only if I’m lax at work. I want you to punish me every day. With your belt and your hand and a paddle. I want you to make me your spanking slut.”
I dried her off and kissed her, liking the way that sounded. She went back to my bedroom and rifled through my dresser until she found a t shirt she wanted to slip on. I got dressed in sweats and sat down on a chair across from her. I’ll tell you that I wasn’t that surprised when she draped herself over my lap once more.
“I’m glad I forgot,” she said as she stared down at the floor.
I put one hand between her legs and dipped my fingers into her wetness.
“No, you didn’t,” I told her, and I licked my fingers clean.