Message-ID: <2921eli$9708131256@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: jumper30@aol.com (Jumper30) Subject: NEW STORY: NEW PLATEAUS/part one. (spanking,sex) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <19970813045000.AAA08571@ladder02.news.aol.com> Warning: Following story contains M/F semi-cons spanking/strapping and sex. Not intended for readers under 18 years of age. New Plateaus; Part One by Jumper Darla was forty two minutes and thirty five seconds late, when her red Mazda finally pulled into the parking spot next to my BMW. I let the curtain fall back into place as she slid from her car and hurried toward my apartment building, her skirt swishing around supple legs. The dinner I had prepared was too cold for consumption. The candles I had hoped would cloak the table with a romantic glow had melted away; wax dripped over silver holders onto the white table cloth. A light tap sounded at my door. I opened the door, and Darla stepped into my apartment. She wore a red sweater which swelled over her breasts, and a navy blue skirt outlined the contours of her slender hips; black panty hose sleekly covered her shapely calves. Framed by dark hair that curled at her shoulders, her violet eyes were wide with apology. "I'm sorry," she said. "I got caught in traffic. A semi over-turned and the police wouldn't let anyone by." I closed the door, and Darla stepped close for a kiss, but I pulled away and sat on my leather sofa. I sipped wine from a long-stemmed glass. "You're mad, aren't you?" she said. "Dinner is ruined." My voice was cold, my face stone. "I'm so sorry." She walked toward the cherry-wood dining table, and examined the ruins. "You sure went all out," she said. "Perhaps we can reheat ..." "Quiche must be eaten right away. You were supposed to be here at seven, and that's how I timed it." The cushion sank as she sat on the couch beside me and rested her head on my shoulder. "I'm sorry. I know how hard you must have worked." Her hair smelled of lilacs, which blended with a subtle flowery perfume. "How can I make it up to you?" "You must be punished," I said. She frowned. "What do you mean punished?" "You need a spanking," I said. Pulling away, Darla clutched her purse to her breasts. "You've got to be kidding," she said. "I'm not going to let you spank me like a little girl. I'm a grown woman." "Then leave." Darla jerked as if she had been slapped. "You've ruined the evening," I said, "so you might as well go home." Darla stood and walked to the door, black loafers scuffing across the beige carpet. With one hand on the door handle, she turned to face me. "I love you," she said. "Please don't treat me like this." Tears moistened the corners of her beautiful eyes. "You disappointed me," I said with a heavy sigh. "Either submit to punishment or leave. The choice is yours." Darla opened the door slowly, as if hoping I'd change my mind. But I let her step into the hall. "Will you call me?" she asked. Instead of answering, I looked away and took another sip of wine, as she stared at me long and hard. "Bastard," she said, then the door closed behind her. Her footsteps receded down the hall stairs, then the door to the main entrance slammed open. The engine of Darla's car started and her headlights glared against my curtains, only to fade as she backed out and drove away. It was just as well. We'd had some okay sex, but it was pretty bland for my taste. Like the prim and proper librarian she was, Darla only liked it in the missionary position, and she refused to give me face even though I'd eaten her out several times. On our last date Darla had said she loved me in the afterglow of an orgasm. I'd hoped that meant she would go along with my more specialized needs, but obviously I'd been mistaken. I finished my wine. Perhaps I could call Sheila and salvage something of the evening. Whenever Sheila challenged me to a match of arm-wrestling, everything always got hot and interesting, real fast. As I reached for the telephone, headlights flashed against my curtains then shut off. Footsteps rushed up the hall stairway, frantic knocking at my door. Hook, line and sinker, I thought, as I allowed myself a smug smile. I let her knock again; I mustn't seen too eager. "Charles, I know you're in there," came Darla's muffled voice through the heavy door. "Please let me in." When I finally opened the door, Darla's knuckles were poised for another blow against the metal surface. Her violet eyes clouded with tears as she fell into my arms. "I can't live without you," she said. "I'll do anything you want." We kissed long and hard, and she allowed my tongue to explore her warm, moist mouth, which was a first for her. She'd always preferred chaste, tight-lipped kisses. Darla ground her pubic bone against my erection and flicked my tongue with the tip of her own tongue. When she fumbled with my zipper, I pulled away. "Not yet," I said. "We have some business first." Bowing her head, Darla whispered, "How are you going to punish me?" "My hand on your bare ass." Her face flared crimson, and she glanced toward the door, as if reconsidering. "The choice is yours," I said. "Spank me," she said with a heavy sigh. "I deserve it for ruining your meal." I sat in the middle of my leather couch. Face flushed, Darla stood before me with her arms hanging at her sides. "Lower your panty hose," I said. Hesitantly, she raised her skirt, momentarily exposing the sleekness of her thighs. She hooked her thumbs in the elastic waist band, then the hose glided down her hips to her knees, revealing pink panties. I had the feeling that if chastity belts were still in style, she'd be wearing one of those too. "Drop your panties." Darla swallowed, then grasped the silk panties and slid them over her thighs. I got a quick glimpse of a dark, furry triangle before the skirt tumbled down to cover the view. "Do you want me to take them all the way off?" she asked. "Bunch everything around your ankles." Bending at the waist, she rolled the combination of silk and nylon to her shoes. "Walk toward me." As she complied, the under garments restricted her ankles as efficiently as a pair of shackles, causing her to hobble. "Lay across my lap." She hesitated a moment, then she dropped to her knees and bent double with her belly across my thighs and her soft yet firm hip against my rock hard erection. Her sheathed breasts flattened on the sofa cushion and she rested the side of herface on a cushion. A gold earring glittered in the lamp light. As I rested my hand on her skirt-clad bottom, she trembled. "Are you sure you want to go through with this?" I asked. She nodded. "In that case, twenty spanks for spoiling dinner, and another twenty for calling me a bastard." She glanced at me over her shoulder with a flaming red face. She moved as if to rise, but settled back into place. "Is ... is it going to hurt?" "Of course, my dear. That's what punishment is all about." She quivered as I reached under her skirt and rubbed the smooth skin of her naked thighs. "Darla, in case it gets too rough, I'm going to give you a safety word. Just say 'love slave.' I'll stop, and you can go home." Grabbing the hem of her skirt, I folded the material across her back, exposing the twin mounds of her ass. "Do you understand?" I asked, as I ran my hands over the creamy flesh of her buttocks. The back of her head nodded, her dark hair sliding across the shoulders of her red sweater. "Say the safety word for practice." Darla said distinctly, "I'm your 'love slave.' I'll do anything you want." I smiled and said, "Don't be too sure. I'll want a lot." I tried to part her dimpled cheeks, but she clinched too tightly. "Relax," I said with a light slap across her butt. "Oh!" she said. Then abruptly, her mounds softened under my fingers and I spread her open to expose the pink, crinkled, button of her asshole. It was encircled by a dark halo of hair, connected to a thin line of dark fuzz emphasizing the furrow of her ass. I love hairy cracks. "Can you see my anus?" "Yes, I can, my dear. And it's quite lovely." Darla's butt hole puckered a bit as her face turned an even deeper shade of scarlet, which she buried in her hands. "I'm so embarrassed!" "Bare assed is more like it." Darla was priceless. I couldn't remember the last time a woman had been so modest. It was very refreshing, and it would be fun spanking it out of her. I let my fingers explore the smaller groove of her pussy. Parting her fur-covered lips, I was surprised to find that Darla was wet. "This is turning you on, isn't it?" I slid a finger into her moist vagina. Darla didn't answer, but she didn't have to. She'd been betrayed by her own body. I rested my hand on the firm mounds of her ass, delighting in their cool perfection. A marble statue couldn't be any more picturesque. Raising my hand, I brought it down with a hard slap. "Oh!" Darla said again, this time with more feeling, and she jerked with the blow. Her left butt cheek jiggled, and a red hand print appeared on her flesh. As my mark began to fade, I slapped her other cheek slightly harder, and she hissed with the pain. "That's two," I said. "And they were just love taps compared to the next thirty eight. Sure you want to go on?" "Spank me," she whispered. So I began in earnest, first slapping one cheek then the other. Once, I spanked so hard that her cheeks separated, allowing her asshole to wink at me for a moment before the mounds snapped back together with a cute little jiggle. "Ow!" said Darla. She'd been fairly stoic up till then, but that must have really hurt. I used the same force for the next flurry of blows, as her reddened cheeks flapped open and shut, her asshole rhythmically winking at me like stop-action photography. Darla moaned and kicked, but bound together by undergarments her feet could only rise slightly then fall back to the carpet. I was spanking so hard my hand was beginning to hurt and finally, she flung back her head and howled with the pain. She reached back to cover her ass, but I grabbed her wrist and held it against the small of her back, as I furiously spanked her some more. Other women had hopped up and stomped out the door, when I spanked them this hard. But Darla just lay there, sobbing, and let me give her a good whipping. And with delight, I realized that she was going to be able to take an awful lot, which is exactly what I wanted to give her, but not all at once. I needed to build her up gradually to the really neat stuff. I stopped and caressed her scarlet butt. It burned under my touch, and she flinched. "That was the first twenty," I said, as I inserted my fingers between her pussy lips. Darla overflowed with desire. It was almost too cruel to withhold what she obviously wanted most, my stiff dick. But the delay of gratification was part of the punishment. "Do you want to use the safety word?" "No," she sobbed, as she squirmed under my touch. "I only want to please you." "Well, you're pleasing me very much. I'm no longer angry about the dinner. This more than makes up for it." Glancing over her shoulder, she gave me a weak smile. Her eyes were hooded with either pain or desire, maybe an intense combination of both. "Does that mean you'll forget the other twenty spanks?" "Nice try, but no. I'm still upset about the bastard comment. As you know, my mother never married, and all the school kids used to tease me unmercifully. When you called me a bastard, you brought it all back." Actually, I had only been harassed once in my entire childhood; I was just using it as an excuse to punish her some more. "I'm sorry," Darla gasped. She wiggled as my hand continued to massage her blazing ass, while the index finger of my other hand pumped in and out of her dripping vagina. "I didn't mean to throw it in your face. I was mad, and that was the first word I..." She broke off as I began rubbing her clit with my little finger, while my index finger pumped her pussy. The way she moaned and her hips bounced on my lap, I sensed she was close to climax. As I abruptly withdrew from her cunt, Darla groaned in frustration. I suppose I could have allowed her multiple orgasms, but I didn't want Darla to lose her edge just yet. If she was incredibly horny, it would be easier for her to submit to the remainder of the punishment. "I want you completely naked," I said. I helped her to a sitting position, and she yelped as her flaming bottom came into contact with the cool leather cushion. She kicked off her loafers, peeled the undergarments off her ankles, then once again she stood before me. Darla's skirt had dropped back into place, covering her charms. Her face was flushed, and her eyes a bit moist, but otherwise no one would suspect that she had just endured an intense spanking. "Take off your clothes," I said. Any trace of hesitation was gone, as she pulled her sweater over her head and dropped it on my coffee table. Then she reached between the cups of her bra and unhooked it from the front. My eyes zeroed in on Darla's creamy breasts rising from her chest like twin mounds of whip cream, delightful pink nipples the cherries on top. I rose from the sofa and cupped her soft mounds, squeezing and massaging them gently; her nipples were erect pebbles under my fingers. As I licked first one, then the other with the tip of my tongue, she moaned with passion. Then she gasped as my teeth gently nibbled the soft yet firm buds. Her hand rubbed my cock through my pants, and this time I let her unfasten my pants and slide them down my hips, while I continued to suck and nibble her tits. One of Darla's hands cupped my balls, while her other hand squeezed my shaft and ran up and down its length. She paused at the tip, running one finger over the glans, pausing at the opening to test the bead of moisture that she had squeezed free. I unfastened her skirt and it collapsed around her feet in a blue halo of cloth. Darla gasped as I dug my fingers into her flaming ass cheeks, simultaneously flicking her nipples with my tongue. Tightening her grip on my dick, she began to pump with such vigor that I was dangerously close to coming. "Better stop," I said. "You don't want a mess all over your belly." With a mischievous smile, she said, "You mean like this?" Darla rubbed the head of my cock against her bush, smearing my prelubrication fluid across her crinkly, dark hairs. Then she guided my cock lower so that it probed against the soft lips of her pussy, testing the copious fluid that oozed between her thighs. Both of us were obviously more than ready for action, and I was tempted to forget about the rest of her punishment. "Wouldn't you rather stick this monster inside me, than spank me?" Darla asked. Apparently, she was thinking along the same lines. I smiled and said, "I'm willing to cut a deal." Relief softened her features. "Anything." "Suck my dick, and I'll forget about the rest of your punishment." She'd always refused me that favor in the past; maybe this was the opportunity to get what I wanted. However, a look of distaste soured her expression along with my desire to grant leniency. But even so, Darla licked her lips as she glanced down at my engorged cock, which she still gripped tightly in her fist. Then Darla dropped to her knees in front of me, her luscious mouth just inches from my cock which she angled toward her outstretched tongue. But just inches from my purple helmet, she hesitated, then drew back. "I can't," she said. "I've never done that to a man before." "Well, you can't say I didn't give you a chance." Stepping to the side, I placed my hand between her shoulder blades and pushed. She got the hint and dropped forward on her hands and knees in doggie position, her flaming red ass stretched taut and ready, the cheeks splayed enough to expose the hairy ring of her asshole, and the pinkness between her lower lips. With a frightened look, she watched me remove the rest of my clothes, till I was completely naked, my angry red cock stretched out before me like a heat seeking missile. I wanted her to sweat a little as she anticipated the next round of punishment. Standing over her, I slid the belt from my pants and let the leather tip touch the small of her back, right where her buttocks started to rise. "What are you going to do?" she asked. "Dammit, Darla, this is the third time you've pissed me off tonight. I need to intensify the punishment. Besides, my hand is getting tired. I'll give you the next twenty with the strap." "No! Please, no." "You know the safety word. Just say it and go home." She chewed her lower lip for a moment before she said, "I want to stay with you." She trembled as I ran my finger down her crack and she flinched as I prodded her asshole. It was very tight, highly resistent to penetration. I had the feeling she had never taken a man there either. I certainly had my work cut out for me. "In other words," I said, "you're submitting to a whipping with my belt." "Yes." I brought the belt down hard on her ass, and she yelped with the pain. A thin, red line appeared across both her already inflamed cheeks. "If you're so damn willing to do mybidding, then why won't you suck..." Crack! "my..." Crack! "cock?" Crack! I emphasized each word with a stripe across her ass. Squealing like a tea kettle ready to explode, she scooted forward on her knees, and I struck again and again, the belt making meaty slaps against her flesh. She tried to crawl away from the pain, but I followed close behind, slicing with the belt, each blow eliciting fresh cries of pain from her, and each smack leaving another red welt till several angry red lines criss-crossed her ass like graffiti. Finally, Darla whirled on me, grabbed my dick and plunged it deep into her mouth all the way to her throat. Her lips tightened around my shaft as she slowly pulled back till only my glans was in her mouth, which she tickled with the tip of her tongue. Then her mouth tightened and once again she thrust me all the way into her mouth, wrapping her tongue along my length. "Yes," I said. "Yes." Releasing the belt, I watched it tumble down her back as she pumped my cock in and out of her mouth, careful to protect my tender flesh from her teeth. And even through my ecstacy, I realized she had done this before. Virgins at oral sex have to learn to sheath the teeth; she'd done it automatically. The lying bitch had been holding out on me; but I'd deal with that later. I was having too much fun at the moment. She used her mouth to tug me down till I lay on the floor, then she renewed her sucking with frenzied bobbing of her head. What Darla lacked in finesse, she more than compensated for with enthusiasm. "Fuck me," she said, her voice thick with passion. Unable to wait any longer, I helped her straddle me, then I wedged my lance against her splayed pussy and rammed into her juicy orifice. She threw back her head and howled with pleasure, as intensely as she had earlier howled against the pain of her punishment. She ground her clit against my pubes, then raised her hips till just the tip of my dick was still in her pussy. Then she slid me home to the deepest recesses of her cunt; again and again she slammed up and down on my cock with furious, demanding thrusts of her hips. This was fucking amazing. Always before she would only let me fuck her in the missionary position. As she pumped my shaft in and out of her cunt, I finally could take no more. The pleasure centered at the base of my cock, then sprayed upward into her body in spurts of creamy lava. At the same moment Darla's pussy tightened around my cock and she fairly screamed out her own orgasm, which rocked through her body like a series of earthquakes and sent joyful tremors back down the length of my spurting cock into the deepest regions of my soul. I almost had an out of body experience. Spent, she collapsed with her head in the hollow of my shoulder, and her taut nipples gradually softened against my chest hair. I ran my hands down her back, and she flinched as I caressed her burning ass. "That was the best orgasm I've ever had," she whispered in my ear. My penis was still in her vagina, but gradually it softened and slipped out, drawing a slimy trail across her inner thigh as it receded. "The pain seemed to enhance my pleasure," she said in wonder, as if she couldn't understand it. "Perhaps you should piss me off more often," I said. "Maybe I should." She moistened her finger, then reached behind her and touched one of her scarlet ass cheeks. "Sizzle, sizzle." "Well, you distracted me, but you've still got ten more coming." She stiffened at my words. "But I'll save it for your next visit." I expected her to say there would be no next time, but instead, she smiled as she slid off me and stared at my flaccid penis. "It doesn't look so ferocious now, does it?" Then she leaned down and gently licked the gooey residue from my glans. "I won't neglect you in the future." She gave my dick one more kiss before she reached for her skirt. For some reason I'd never understood, she always felt the need to get completely dressed immediately after sex, even if we still had more time together. "No clothes," I said. "Pardon?" "From now on when you're in my home, you're to be completely naked, from the time you arrive till the time you leave." I nodded at my coat rack. "Just check your clothes at the door." "Are you joking?" Darla asked as she searched my face. "I'm very serious. Our relationship has reached a new plateau. I need some changes." Darla looked concerned, as if she wondered where all this was leading, but she managed a smile. "Yes, Master." For now she was half-joking, but soon she would be calling me Master for real. Darla settled back and rested her cheek on my belly so that she could examine my limp cock. Her fingers flipped it back and forth like a dead snake. "How long before it gets hard again?" "Maybe you can suck some life back into it," I suggested. Opening wide, she sucked the entire thing into her mouth like a spaghetti noodle. I felt a stirring as my penis began to harden under the flogging of her tongue, and as she licked my balls, I realized this had the potential for a beautiful relationship. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /