her in position, she was overcome by flutters. Was it to be like this every time he took hold of her?
This time he pushed her skirt up to her narrow waist. Her legs were bare and she wore sheer white nylon panties. This first actual glimpse of Hazel’s perfect bottom nearly took Robert’s breath away. He had known her shape was divine from the tight suit skirts she wore, but now he could observe that the texture of her bisque skin was also flawless.
“Now you’re gonna get it,” he warned her, rolling up his sleeves. Catching their reflection in the long mirror over the fireplace, Hazel watched him prepare to spank her with rapturous anticipation. The determination with which he raised his arm to administer the first smack gave her a thrill that persisted throughout the entire spanking.
Robert began to rain sharp, stinging smacks down upon her upturned bottom.
“Ow!” She squirmed and wriggled. This was starting fast! Then suddenly he stopped spanking and instead stroked the sting away. He massaged her till she arched to his hand. Only then did he resume the spanking. Alternating from cheek to cheek, he delivered full-bodied smacks, in response to which, Hazel whimpered and moaned. Then, just as her bottom was becoming radiantly warm, he again ceased spanking and commenced soothing her tender, pink flesh. Only this time, he also placed his palm against the crotch of her panties to press against her pussy and feel how wet she had become. Robert kept one hand firmly on the curve of her waist while he punished and caressed her.
Hazel was on fire. Never had a man paid such attentions to her. Each time he returned to spanking, however, he seemed to spank a little bit harder. Hazel abandoned herself and very nearly sobbed, though the pain was far from unbearable. It was that he was such a big man. Hazel felt as vulnerable as a child across his knee and this evoked decades of forbidden fantasies. She had longed for a big man forever.
Robert warmed her panties for twenty minutes, tingeing her bottom magenta with the palm of his hand. This treatment caused her to squirm across his lap in rapturous discomfort. But before the much anticipated moment of having her panties pulled down and being entirely exposed arrived, Robert’s pager beeped.
“That’s probably the print shop,” he told her, gently pulling her up to a sitting position. “Where’s your phone?”
Hazel mutely gestured to the end table at his side and he made his call. In a moment he turned to her and reported that he had to go look at the blue line for Honeymoon. Hazel walked him to the door. As they parted on the threshold neither seemed to know how to conclude the encounter. Then Hazel impulsively threw her arms around him and hugged him. His arms immediately closed around her and they stood in the doorway for some time holding on to each other.
Finally Robert broke away and told her, “Don’t forget about dinner tomorrow night,” then went quickly down the stairs.
Twenty-five minutes later a knock came on Hazel’s door. She opened it to a delivery boy bearing two dozen peachy pink roses from Robert. With this she entirely melted. The card, which read, “Try to be good till we meet again,” was immediately pressed between the leaves of her journal. The roses were placed on the table by her bed. She stared at her bottom in the mirror for several minutes, admiring the pinkness through her sheer white panties.
“What have you been up to since I saw you last?” Robert asked Hazel on the way to dinner at The Ivy the next night.
“Well, last night and most of today I worked on my free lance,” she replied truthfully, half-hoping to rekindle his indignation.
“Humph!” Robert snorted, “I’d almost forgotten about that. Thanks for reminding me, though. I’ll give me a good excuse to take a heavy strap to you later tonight at The Keep.”
“The Keep? What’s that?”
“One of those B&D clubs you were so curious about. I called and made an appointment to occupy one of the dungeons at ten.”
“Dungeon sounds so sinister.”
“It’s just an atmospheric playroom.”
“And a heavy strap? For me?”
“You’re a big girl, you can take it.”
“I’m sure I can’t,” Hazel protested.
“Just do your best and I’ll be happy.”
Hazel sat in the parlor of The Keep, waiting for Robert to return from conferring with Mistress Hildegarde about the dungeon. The other occupants of the sitting room were a creamy, little 21-year-old blonde in a white corset, and a sleek, 30 year old brunette in a black leather dress. The woman smoked and answered the phone while the girl painted her nails pale pink, occasionally bouncing up to talk to a client.
The doorbell rang while Hazel was waiting and the pixie went to answer it. She returned with a customer in tow, a big, boyish, ex-football player, about 38, with a thick moustache and gleaming blue eyes.
“So, did you want to see a dominant or a submissive?” the bubbly girl, whose name was Cherry asked.
“Submissive,” the man replied, smiling at Hazel hopefully, even though she was clad in a linen dress and jacket rather than fetish attire. Hazel flushed at the desire in the big man’s eyes as he appraised her tailored outfit. “Are you available?” he asked her. “I just want to do a light bondage session.”
“Me?” Hazel shook her head with a smile. “Oh, no!”
“That’s too bad, you’d be perfect,” the client commented regretfully.
“What’s your fantasy?” Hazel impulsively asked.
“You’re a job applicant,” the client eagerly explained, “and during the interview I overpower you, tie you to a chair and unbutton your blouse.”
“That’s it?”
“If you’d permit it, I’d pull up your skirt to expose your stocking top.”
“No spanking?”
“Oh, I’d never strike a woman.”
“But I’m into spanking,” she teased him, eyeing the magnificent thighs straining against his levis.
The sudden entrance of Robert into the room precluded further discourse between Hazel and the broad shouldered client, who looked wistfully after her as Robert took her by the hand and led her upstairs.
“What were you doing talking to that man?” Robert demanded as soon as he shut the door behind them in the blue room known as “Willie,” because of the Sweet Gwendolyn drawings, which hung, matted and framed on the walls.
“He wanted to do a session with me,” she reported, wandering about the room and examining the various pieces of equipment.
“I hope you undeceived him as to your reason for being here.”
“Actually, we made a date for later.”
“Don’t get smart with me, young lady.”
“Why shouldn’t I? I’m going to be punished anyway.”
“You’re damned right you’re getting punished. Now go out in the hall
