Spank Me! Part 2 - Sex Stories

Spank Me! Part 2

Looking through the peephole at the quivering girl, I smiled to myself, then opened the door. “Right on time, Miss Burke. Well begun.”

She started to move past me into the house, but I held up my hand. “Not quite yet, Miss Burke. Kindly remove your clothes first.”

She looked wildly at me and started to protest – then stood up and opened her red raincoat, revealing that she was naked underneath. She hung there as if this were enough to cause me to change my mind.

I smiled again. “Your clothes, Miss Burke,” and waited.

She stared at me, then kicked off her low heels, slipped the coat off her shoulders, and handed it to me, then stood there, naked, on my doorstep, hands crossed over her breasts.

I took the coat from her, then moved to the right and waved her inside. She hopped in as if the floor were hot, then moved to the left so she wasn’t visible from the street.

It was going rather nicely, I thought. I stepped out, scooped up her shoes, then moved inside, closed, and locked the door with a key from the inside, pocketing the key. Draping the coat over the coat rack and placing the shoes next to it, I gestured with my left hand towards an open door several steps ahead. “After you, Miss Burke.”

She looked at me with big eyes, her chest rising and falling underneath her still-crossed arms. Quickly turning, she walked forward, her delicious bottom clenching and releasing as she walked towards the doorway, revealing her tension and discomfort.

She paused ...

... at the top of the staircase, looking down anxiously.

“On you go, please,” I directed in a clipped tone.

She swallowed, turned to obey, then quickly descended a few steps, but paused again when one of the wooden boards creaked underfoot. I grasped the back of her neck with my whole hand, and urged her to continue her descent into the basement – my special place for submissives.

When she reached the bottom of the staircase, Tiffany stood glued to the floor, rotating her neck in my hand like an owl. I closely watched her reactions and her struggle to comprehend the scene around her. Her fear was obvious as she wrapped her arms around herself.

Some had told me the basement’s stone walls resembled a castle’s dungeon. And the lighting was purposefully dim. There were oblong mirrors strategically placed. A variety of spanking implements and other toys hung from crude hooks in the walls.

I woke her from her shock with a sharp smack on her arse with my free hand. That’s when she noticed my other guest.

She gasped, then turned on me, anger in her eyes. “What’sshe doing here?” Burke demanded, pointing at the naked figure, bent in whipping position over the medieval-looking form with feet spread wide, strapped tightly, and offering her defenseless arse to view. I’d similarly bound her hands, straight out in front of her, taut. With her head hung down, raven hair cascaded towards the floor, pointing in the same direction as her tits, which were tight, pebbled, and twisted ...