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Wolfie
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Username: Wolfie
Post Number: 5
Registered: 04-2005
| | Posted on Wednesday, April 27, 2005 - 02:16 pm: | 
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She was waiting exactly where he had left her, naked save for cuffs on ankles and wrists, blindfold and leather collar. She fiddled nervously with her fingers, every now and then shifting from side to side. He smiled at the picture she made, and at her obvious agitation. She had absolutely no idea what he had planned for her, unable to see as he carried things in and out of her private room. The sound of banging and chains had her in a fine state though, afraid of what he might be doing and yet turned on at the same time. He quietly closed the distance between them, and reaching out gently pinched one rose tipped nipple. He grinned at her gasp and sudden jump, then walked behind her and reached around to grasp both breasts. His touch was light, stroking her soft skin, teasing the nipples into aching hardness. Her moan of surrender was music to his ears, and he knew if he touched between her legs she would be wet and ready. But that was too easy, and he was of a mind to drive her a little crazy first. He wanted her to scream as he entered her, scream with passion and lust!
Leaning forward he said in a voice for her ears alone “Tell me what you want. Should I continue what I’m doing, or should I make you wait? Have you been a good girl, and should you be rewarded? I don’t think so. I think you’ve been very naughty, and you need to be shown whose boss!” Giving her nipples one last tweak, he laughed at her groan of frustration. Putting one hand around her collar, he brought her to her feet and led her carefully down the hallway to the room that had been set aside for “play”. Opening the door he pulled her inside, closing the door behind her and locking it loudly. The latch was not meant to keep her in, but it’s noisy sounds signaled to her how very vulnerable she was. He slowly took her blindfold off, knowing what she would see once her eyes adjusted to the light.
The room had been made to look like a guest bedroom, with curtains and a daybed with matching coverlet. But there the resemblance ended, for there were restraints attached to the metal posts of the bed, and a bench with similar restraints perched in one corner. A St. Andrews cross was bolted to one wall, and the woman knew that the cabinets across from it held many different types of implements and things to torment a person with. It was their dungeon, no matter the pretty paisley curtains and curios that abounded in the room. What really drew her attention was the newest addition, what looked very much like a ...swing? Hanging from the ceiling by 2 stout chains was a wide strip of leather, approximately a foot in width and hanging about 2 and a half feet off the ground. She looked at him in puzzlement, wary of the wicked gleam in his eye.
“A swing?” She asked curiously, “why is that in here?”
Taking her by the arm, the man drew her closer to the leather seat. “You’ll see.” he said mysteriously as he took several karabiners from his pockets. Her eyes widened nervously as he quickly clipped her wrists together in front of her with one. Urging her closer to the swing, the woman suddenly found herself bent forward and suspended by the wide strip of leather, which tucked snugly beneath her breasts and ended right before her hips. Her feet barely reached the floor, and she gasped as she felt her right ankle cuff clipped to a ring somewhere off to the side. Her other ankle was treated the same, effectively spreading her legs quite wide. She tried to push her hair out of her face, and managed to do so in time to feel her wrists grasped. She looked up and saw the man smile at her, a smile of excitement and anticipation as he completed the binding, clipping her joined wrists to another eye bolt in the floor. Her frightened senses trying to deal with this new position, her vulnerability to him and the knowledge that he had complete access to everywhere on her body...she shuddered as his hand ran lightly along her back. She tried to squirm away when he reached the well-rounded bottom that perched there as if asking to be spanked, as he stroked and teased the waiting flesh beneath his hands. Waiting for her to relax. And when she did finally, sighing in relief, he brought his palm crashing down to score her backside with fire. The shriek she made was cut off by the next swat, and the next....her squeals and pleas a pleasant counterpoint to the music he made.
When her bottom was rosy pink all over, he went to one of the cabinets and selected several toys from inside. The woman tried desperately to see what he was doing, but her position didn’t permit it, no matter how she twisted and turned. All she could do was wait, and hope the choices he had made were for pleasure and not discipline. When she felt the leather paddle she breathed a sigh of relief, for she loved the feel of it warming her from the outside in. He used it gently, urging the flames ever higher, listening to her murmurs and moans as she absorbed the spanking he handed out. When he felt she was too content with her position he switched to a plastic ruler, grinning as she begged and pleaded for the terrible stinging to stop. Once the begging became so pathetic that he began to laugh, and had to administer a quick flurry of swats to cover up the sound. He stepped back to see his results and was satisfied with the well spanked and contrite sub he had before him. She lay there gasping for breath, her arousal plain to see by the wetness flowing from between her legs. The scent of it filled the air, and caused him to harden uncontrollably. Running his hands across her fiery rump and down onto her thighs, he brought one hand up and tested the closeness of her orgasm. Stroking the outer lips and down towards her clit he watched her writhe as she tried to come into closer contact with his busy fingers. The groan she made as he stepped away from her came from deep inside, and showed just how frustrated she really felt.
Again he went to the cabinets, this time returning with a handful of feathers. Choosing a peacock one he trailed it lightly over her back, around her breasts and back to her sore bottom. The woman shivered and twitched, pleading with him to stop her torture, shuddering as he allowed the feather to slide down the crack of her butt. He continued to tease her, thighs and back of knees, breasts and bottom until her whole body was centered on that feather and where it would go next. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he drew the feather up between her legs. Her gasps were ragged as he tormented her, until he stopped to let her rest. Changing to a stiffer feather with a pointed tip, he began running it lightly up and down the crack in her butt, tickling the sensitive interior as she bucked in place trying to dislodge him. Smiling wickedly, he seated himself behind her where he had an unobstructed view of the fun to come. He could see that the lips to her vagina had relaxed, allowing him to see inside. Everything was engorged with blood and seemed almost to pulse with her lust, her clit standing up as if demanding attention. Carefully, he began to trace the outline of her femininity with the feather, gently tickling her just enough to arouse, but not enough to allow her to come. She desperately attempted to clamp shut the area he was tormenting, but was unable to due to her position. Her gyrations and almost incoherent pleading telling him all he needed to know about what she was feeling, and where the sensation was the most felt.
When he felt she could take no more, he stood up again and stepped out of his trousers. He was rampant with excitement, and made quick work of undoing her ankles and her wrists while making sure she stayed in place. Moving behind her and seizing her by the hips, the man plunged forward and slid easily into her well-lubricated passage. The groan of fulfillment was unanimous from them both, and continued as he pushed her hips forward and back, not having to do much more than stand in place as gravity always brought her back to him again. Stroking in and out, the pleasure was like nothing he’d known before. Feeling her inner muscles start to clamp down on him and knowing it would bring him off before she was ready, he reached beneath her and began tickling her clit with his fingers. She struggled to stop him, wanting to be the one still in control, but couldn’t get a purchase on anything and had to accept the joy he brought to her body. Moaning and wriggling under the double stimulation, the woman began to shatter as the most intense orgasm of her life swept through her body. She begged the gods to save her as she came from her head down through her toes, unsure if she would ever start breathing again. He came moments after, pounding into her for all he was worth. He hung onto the chains with both hands, unsure if his legs would hold him and not wanting to collapse onto the floor in a heap. His sub hung down on both sides of the swing, limp as a dishrag and unable to move. It would be a few minutes before he was able to stand and drag her to her feet also, moving them both to the bed nearby where they fell in an entangled heap. Within minutes they were both sound asleep, her warm backside pressed into his groin and his face nuzzled into her neck, the smell of her leather collar and lavender perfume lulling him into oblivion. |
Bethie
Moderator/Spanking Aficionado
Username: Bethie
Post Number: 24
Registered: 04-2005
| | Posted on Wednesday, April 27, 2005 - 03:41 pm: |
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 Whooo! That's hot, Wolfie! And very well-written. You know that's the kind of spanking I'd like to have. Yummy... |
Softbreeze
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Username: Softbreeze
Post Number: 3
Registered: 04-2005
| | Posted on Wednesday, April 27, 2005 - 06:18 pm: |
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I'd have to agree with Bethie...hmm...where do you get those swings you said..lol |
Wolfie
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Username: Wolfie
Post Number: 6
Registered: 04-2005
| | Posted on Wednesday, April 27, 2005 - 07:04 pm: |
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Hehehehehehe sorry Softbreeze, only in my fertile little imagination....although I dont think it would be hard to make one. *WEG* |
Naughtybynature
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Username: Naughtybynature
Post Number: 1
Registered: 04-2005
| | Posted on Friday, April 29, 2005 - 11:36 am: |
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Hot Hot Story. Lovely writing Wolfie.  |
Wolfie
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Username: Wolfie
Post Number: 14
Registered: 04-2005
| | Posted on Friday, April 29, 2005 - 11:41 am: |
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Thank you NN, good to see you here.  |
Brooke_ray
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Username: Brooke_ray
Post Number: 6
Registered: 05-2005
| | Posted on Sunday, May 15, 2005 - 08:52 am: |
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Oh my....Guuuuuuuuuurrrrrgle and Purrrrrrrrrrrr...An extremely tantalizing story Wolfie! Wonderful description.
There are colors and feelings and emotional terrain that we occupy that are ours and ours alone...
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Wolfie
Moderator/Spanking Aficionado
Username: Wolfie
Post Number: 121
Registered: 04-2005
| | Posted on Sunday, May 15, 2005 - 11:15 am: |
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Hehehehehehehe glad you liked it Brooke.  |
Katy_spankwish
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Username: Katy_spankwish
Post Number: 8
Registered: 05-2005
| | Posted on Tuesday, May 31, 2005 - 11:10 am: |
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Shower anyone? |
Fanny
Spanko
Username: Fanny
Post Number: 463
Registered: 05-2005
| | Posted on Saturday, June 04, 2005 - 02:27 pm: |
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Wolfie, I just got around to reading this story. "Limp as a dishrag".....I get the connection now. DUH!!! Great, steamy story.
Better late than never, right?
"Queen of Innocence""
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Wolfie
Moderator/Spanking Aficionado
Username: Wolfie
Post Number: 194
Registered: 04-2005
| | Posted on Monday, June 06, 2005 - 04:29 pm: |
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Hehehehehe glad you liked it Fanny.
wolfie loves Steve more than anything else in the whole world...even more than chocolate and lobster!
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Bobbi71
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Username: Bobbi71
Post Number: 11
Registered: 08-2005
| | Posted on Saturday, August 20, 2005 - 02:34 am: |
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OMG Wolfie that was incredible. Is it really that hot in here or is it just me? |
Pagan
Junior Spanko
Username: Pagan
Post Number: 91
Registered: 05-2005
| | Posted on Sunday, August 21, 2005 - 06:51 pm: |
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I don't know how I missed this, Wolfie...but this was very, very hot!!!! |
Ziggy
Spanko
Username: Ziggy
Post Number: 257
Registered: 08-2005
| | Posted on Sunday, August 21, 2005 - 07:04 pm: |
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I am with you Pagan, I need some Ice water I am having a hot flash. |
Wolfie
Moderator/Spanking Aficionado
Username: Wolfie
Post Number: 401
Registered: 04-2005
| | Posted on Sunday, August 21, 2005 - 07:35 pm: |
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I'm glad you all liked it...I almost had a meltdown while writing it! 
wolfie loves Steve more than anything else in the whole world...even more than chocolate and lobster!
WHY ISN'T IT OCTOBER YET? *stamp*
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Bobbi71
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Username: Bobbi71
Post Number: 17
Registered: 08-2005
| | Posted on Monday, August 22, 2005 - 06:08 pm: |
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Damn...OMG....Wow....What a story....and now I don't know who is better it is a toss up between you and Alex_b....very very excellent.... |
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