Trembling and excited, I crossed Central Park West, heading toward the Plaza Hotel. I was having lunch at the Palm Court with Jason, the man I had met online several months previously.
Both of us fantasized about erotic spanking, with all the dramatics that went along with it. He longed to spank a woman in a romantic, loving way. And I, likewise, wanted to be spanked by a man who saw it as I did a potent form of erotic foreplay.
Because he works for a law firm in New Orleans, Jason had always said that one day his business might bring him to New York City. Sure enough, that day had come. My good sense told me to stay home where I belonged, but my curiosity and my raging libido demanded to be satisfied.
It was mid December and the city was decked in all its Christmas finery. The lobby in the Plaza was even busier than usual, with business people and tourists from all over the world taking in its holiday glamour. I headed for the Palm Court, one of my favorite New York spots. It was beautifully decorated for the holidays in the Victorian manner, with lots of muted colors and fans and cherubs everywhere. The air was redolent with the scent of evergreen, and as I approached the maitre d I could hear the lilting sounds of the Palm Court s strolling violinist playing seasonal music.
My eyes darted across the people seated in the restaurant, searching for a handsome man in his forties sitting alone. There were lots of couples, a table of elderly ladies. Ah! There he was I knew it was him as soon as I saw him. Our eyes locked, and we both smiled as he got to his feet to greet me.
“Wonderful to meet you at last, Gianna.” He pulled my chair out for me, and I sat down.
“Jason, hello,” I said, suddenly shy, thinking of the intimacies we had shared in our many telephone and online conversations. I couldn t keep my eyes off his face he was so ruggedly handsome, with intense brown eyes that stared deeply into mine. He was casually dressed in gray flannel slacks and a creamy Irish woolen sweater, which accentuated his tanned skin. I wore a red sweater, in deference to the season, over a black gabardine skirt. And the lingerie underneath was the stuff of which erotic dreams are made: lacy black bra and panties, sheer black stockings held up by garters. I dreamed of Jason unwrapping me like a shiny Christmas package.
We ordered lunch, although I knew I would have little appetite. We spoke of mundane things, the upcoming holidays. Not an erotic word passed between us! When lunch arrived, a delectable seafood coquille, I could only pick at it. Jason looked at my nearly full plate and frowned. “You d better clean that plate, young lady, or I m going to have to spank you!”
I don t know if it was his words or the wine that went down a lot more easily than the food or a combination of both but I could feel the warm flush starting at my neck and spreading up my face toward the roots of my hair.
“You re blushing, Gianna. I wonder if your bottom will blush as prettily when I have you across my knee later.” He smiled wickedly at me and went on eating his lunch calmly. My eyes dropped and I giggled. I always giggled when I was nervous! Damned if he wasn t ordering dessert and coffee for us as well, even though I had barely touched my lunch! I did eat some of it, though a deliciously decadent chocolate mousse and drained my coffee cup in a few gulps.
Suddenly Jason s manner became more serious as he leaned forward and took both my hands in his. “Gianna, as I ve told you before, you can always change your mind. Tell me this is all you want a splendid lunch with a close friend and I will understand completely.”
I looked into his face so handsome and earnest and responded from my heart. “Jason . . . meeting you and talking to you has only made me more sure of what I want. We have to experience what we ve talked so much about. I know I ll never forgive myself if I don t.”
Jason nodded gently and motioned to the waiter for the check. He stood and extended his hand to me. I took it and let him lead me out of the restaurant. We walked hand in hand toward the elevators. The experience had taken on an almost surreal quality for me. In my mind I said, I m Gianna, I m forty two, have a pleasant, uneventful life for the most part. And here I am with a man I barely know, preparing to go with him to his hotel room so he can spank me and more than likely make love to me.
The elevator opened, and we boarded along with about a dozen or so others. He stood close behind me, his hands reassuringly on my shoulders, his warm breath on the back of my neck.
At the fourth floor, Jason whispered, “We get off here, Gianna,” his hand straying downward to gently pat and stroke my bottom, as though to remind me of what was to come. He kept his hand there as he propelled me off the elevator and toward his room.
He opened the door and gave my bottom a hard swat as we entered. “Now into the corner with you! Get going!”
I heard the door lock behind me as I obeyed. Quite a posh corner in which to find oneself, in a room at the Plaza Hotel!
“Don t just stand there, Gianna. Lift that skirt up immediately!”
I reached for the hem of my skirt and did as he instructed. My skirt was up around my waist, exposing my panty clad bottom, stockings and a flash of bare white thighs in between.
He came up behind me and put his arms around my waist. His fingers deftly handled the buttons of my sweater. He pulled it off me slowly, leaving me standing there in my black satin and lace bra. Hands cupping my breasts, he whispered softly, “It s time for your punishment to begin, Gianna.”
Jason gently unhooked the back of my bra, depositing soft kisses on my shoulders and back. My breasts fell free as he removed the bra and tossed it onto the floor. His fingers toyed with my nipples, which were already erect in excitement. His hands moved slowly down my sides and up under my skirt, and he hooked his fingers into the elastic waistband of my panties and slid them down to my thighs.
“Spread your legs, Gianna. A little wider . . . that s it good girl! Lean forward now. I want your bare bottom to stick out so I can sit here and contemplate what I d like to do.”
I peeked over my shoulder. Jason was pulling out the straight backed chair from behind the desk in the room and positioning it about five feet away from me. My high heels elevated my rear, and the provocative position he had made me assume gave him quite a view of my most intimate charms!
It couldn t have been more than a few minutes that I stood there like a naughty little girl in the corner, but it seemed like an eternity. Jason approached me then and began to rub my bare bottom.
Tears of shame and embarrassment welled up in my eyes. My head was down as he took my hand and escorted me to the chair. He sat down and said, “Now look me straight in the eye, Gianna, and ask me politely for the spanking you richly deserve!” I lifted my head slowly and looked at him with tear filled eyes.
“Jason, I know I ve been naughty. Will you please give me the spanking I know I have coming to me?”
“How shall I spank you? Say it!”
“Over your knee, Jason . . . on my bare bottom.”
“That s better, Gianna. Now place yourself across my lap this instant.”
I lay down across Jason s muscular thighs and wriggled about to find a comfortable position. I could feel his hard cock under me, and I was certain my squirming added to his arousal. My breasts hung down over his left thigh, the nipples dark pink and erect. His left arm was wrapped tightly around my waist, and he elevated his right leg to raise my bottom even further. My skirt was hiked all the way up my back, and my panties were stretched between my knees, leaving my bottom bare and vulnerable.
“You should be ashamed of yourself, Gianna a grown woman getting a bare bottomed spanking like a naughty little girl.”
Jason lifted his hand and brought it down hard on my uplifted bottom. The sound of his hand spanking my soft cheeks reverberated through the room. He spanked me soundly, and my bottom was smarting after only a few spanks. I began to cry out, to bounce around shamelessly all over his lap, my legs kicking so hard my shoes soon fell off onto the carpet. I begged him to stop, but the wetness between my thighs belied my words. I began to whimper between yelps.
“Please stop, I ll be good. I promise,” I begged, my words punctuated by feverish kicking. The tears flowed freely now, tears more of release than of pain. Soon his spanks grew gentler, and his hand lingered on my bottom between blows. He nudged my thighs apart and stroked inside them. My cries of pain soon dwindled and were replaced by moans of pleasure as his thumb gently teased my distended labia, stroking back and forth along the opening. I was totally lost now in my arousal, my body limp, melting into his as I lay draped across his lap.
Jason pulled me up and I sat bare bottomed still atop his knee, my arms around his neck, crying softly with my head buried against his strong chest. After holding me closely for a few minutes, whispering soothing words into my ear, he took me firmly by the shoulders and pulled me back to look into his eyes. His lips brushed up and down my tear stained cheeks, kissing the hurt away. I was finally acting out my fantasies of the naughty little girl seeking forgiveness. At the same time, I was a very aroused woman who needed this man to make love to me.
I slid off him and onto the floor between his knees. Leaning forward, I buried my head in his lap, surrounding his bulge with my mouth, kissing and sucking it through his trousers. He reached around me and tucked my skirt up around my waist so he would have a good view of my bare, reddened bottom while I sucked him. I opened his zipper and tugged at his trousers, sliding them down his hips to his knees, and stroked his hard cock through his shorts before taking them down, too.
Jason smiled and wagged his finger at me, “Naughty girl! Don t think this is going to save you the rest of your spanking! I m by no means finished with you yet!”
I smiled wickedly at him, dropped a soft kiss on the tip of his stiff cock and teased him by lapping at it gently with my tongue, flicking it across the opening. Little pearly drops of pre come leaked out, and I licked them up eagerly. Jason began to moan softly as I wrapped my lips around the bulging head of his cock and sucked on it steadily. He began to thrust his hips up toward my throat, and I responded by sliding my lips quickly down the length of his hard shaft and back up and down again, my head bobbing in his lap. His cock swelled up even more, forcing me to open my mouth wider. I held it with both hands now and slowly worked it in and out, the shaft riding my warm tongue, the head grazing the roof of my mouth and banging into the top of my throat with each thrust.
Jason s head was thrown back, his eyes closed. His body began to tremble I knew he was going to explode soon. I slid my right hand under his hips, circling his anal opening with one finger, and shoved his cock as far into my throat as I could.
He came so hard and fast I couldn t swallow enough. Warm come dripped down my chin and onto my breasts. He stroked my hair and murmured my name as he came, then pulled me back up onto his lap for a long, deep kiss. We sat there for some time, wrapped in each other s arms, my head resting on his shoulder, his lips brushing my hair. Then, as he kissed me again, I could feel his cock growing hard again under my bottom. He helped me to my feet and pulled my panties back up over my bottom.
“I didn t get a chance to appreciate those pretty lace panties earlier. Hold your skirt up and model them for me. Oh, and put the high heels back on, too they lift your bottom up so nicely.”
I was so embarrassed, but this man certainly had a knack of getting me to do precisely what he wanted. So I pranced back and forth in front of him, holding my skirt up. When I got close to him, I even did a slow, seductive pirouette.
“So nice, Gianna. I can see those pink cheeks peeking through the lace. I think it s time now to continue your spanking.” He slid my panties down just past my cheeks. “I want you to walk very slowly over to the bed and lean forward, your palms flat on the bed. And keep holding that skirt up while you walk.”
It was difficult to walk with the panties stretched between my thighs, but I shuffled over slowly and leaned down over the bed. Suddenly Jason was behind me, and he stroked my bottom with something smooth and cool. I looked over my shoulder to see that he was holding a flat wooden hairbrush. He tapped it once against each cheek and bent down to whisper in my ear, “Time for a real spanking now, Gianna.”
The first stroke of the brush against my bare cheeks exploded like a pistol shot, and my mouth gaped open at the unexpected stinging intensity of it. He paddled me rhythmically with the brush, alternating from cheek to cheek, letting a few seconds elapse between strokes so that the full impact of one spank was felt before another commenced. I began to wiggle my bottom frantically.
“Hold still like a good girl,” Jason said, and wrapped his left arm tightly around my waist to make sure I did. He picked up the speed now, spanking up and down my cheeks quickly. I began to cry softly, and my tears must have moved him, because the strokes of the brush became love pats now, soft teasing strokes to my stinging bottom.
“Hush now, honey, it s all over now,” he whispered soothingly, and gathered me into his arms on the bed. I clung to him, sobbing for several minutes. His strong arms and soft voice in my ear calmed me in one way, but his hard masculine body affected me in an entirely different way. His mouth moved down my neck, kissing, teasing, until it found my breasts. He took my nipple into his mouth and sucked it lingeringly. I began to moan.
“Stand up now, Gianna, and remove the rest of my clothes.” I stood in front of him, naked except for stockings and the tangle of panties now at my feet. I pulled off his clothes quickly and kicked off my panties, and we stood face to face as twilight fell outside the window. He took my hand and led me back toward the chair.
He sat down with his cock sticking straight up, and pulled me down onto his lap facing him, straddling his thighs. We kissed hungrily. My breasts were inches from his mouth, and he took full advantage of their proximity, kissing and licking them as his hands soothed my burning bottom. Finally I could stand it no longer. I raised myself up and guided the head of his stiff cock into me, then lowered myself onto it slowly, one breathtaking inch at a time. We began to rock back and forth, his cock buried deep inside me, our bodies and minds united in sweet passion.
I held onto his shoulders as I bounced up and down, my bottom stinging each time it came down hard onto his thighs. The combination of pain and exquisite pleasure was intoxicating, and I could feel my orgasm building quickly.
When the explosion came, the intensity of it made the blood rush to my head. My pussy contracted frantically around his cock, triggering the start of his orgasm as well, both of us panting and moaning. Finally we knew each other in the way we had sensed from the very beginning we were destined to.
Suddenly the chair didn t seem very comfortable, and Jason suggested we go to the king size bed and relax for a bit. Everything seemed so comfortable now between us, as we lay contentedly in each other s arms, talking and laughing together. We had both been so determined to enjoy this brief affair for what it was: an isolated interlude between two kindred spirits. Could we say for sure that it would never happen again?
No, New York City wasn t so very far from New Orleans after all, and I ve always wanted to experience Mardi Gras. So who knows what will happen?