Admission Price Ch 8

Chapter Eight

Total and utter vulnerability. Those words seethed through Zara's mind three days later as she parked her car in the vast car park of the stately home. Set in magnificent and extensive gardens, the house was impressive and a tribute to the craftsmanship of the men who had built it over two hundred years before. However, that was not what Zara was concerned about as she stared out through the rain-dappled windscreen. She studied the handwritten note once more just to make sure that she had followed the instructions carefully then she opened the car door and slid out, making sure that she kept her long raincoat wrapped around her body because she was totally naked underneath apart from a pair of hold up stockings and her shoes.

At least it's raining so nobody will look askance at my long coat, she decided as she walked towards the house. A little ticket office, an incongruous shed just in front of the magnificent building, prevented her getting in without paying so she showed her membership card to the woman there and walked on, heading out into the gardens as the rain intensified, wetting her hair and dripping down the back of her neck before then rolling down her spine and even into the crease of her bottom.

Grateful that she had been before and therefore knew exactly where she was going, Zara strode on, glancing at her watch as she realised that she might be a couple of minutes late. The rain always seemed to bring out more traffic and the council was busy doing roadworks as well so that had held her up for a few minutes. She turned left then left again, shoes splashing through the puddles and finally found the tiny sheltered sanctuary hidden away just off the gravel path. Slipping inside, Zara sat on the bench tucked away at the back and then put on the blindfold, mouth drying up as her vision was cut off by the black velvet.

It was agony waiting. Every sound from outside made her nerves jangle and her heart bound as she wondered if it was her master or just some random stranger. The quick pitter-patter of the rain on the roof of the shelter matched her pulse and she shivered, suddenly feeling cold without any clothes on under her coat. Why had she obeyed the note? She could have been snug and dry at home in bed... and bored stiff, her mind whispered before she jumped as she felt someone sit down beside her on the little seat.

"You were two minutes late, Zara, and therefore I am going to punish you," stated her master's voice quietly but firmly. "Stand up then remove your coat."

Zara obeyed, slithering the wet fabric off her shoulders after unbuttoning it. She felt a cold chill travel across her exposed flesh for a moment or two before warm hands pulled her sharply down and she found herself across his lap.

"I think two minutes of lateness needs a two minute spanking!" he announced, hands roaming across her naked bottom cheeks. Zara swallowed hard, fearing what was going to follow as it was yet another step into the unknown. Yes, she had experienced a few playful taps on her bottom from past boyfriends but nobody had spanked her seriously. She let out a little whimper of fear then squealed sharply as the man's hand struck her flesh abruptly. A stinging sensation shot into her bottom cheek and up into her brain and was quickly followed by more as he set to with a will. His hard hand smacked each cheek in turn, whipping down and instilling pain into her skin while she gasped and wriggled on his lap, feeling his hard cock poke into her thigh. Again and again, his palm spanked her flesh and Zara began to feel pleasure in the midst of the pain. Warmth blossomed in her skin and suffused her body and her clit pulsed in time with the sharp stings that entered her flesh. A hard flurry of spanks on her left buttock made her hiss in pain but then heat rushed in and she sighed with delight, widening her thighs in response then squealing once more as his hand concentrated on her other bottom cheek.

Zara could feel her pussy leaking sweetness and she desperately wanted his hard cock to slither up into her body but was denied as he calmly announced that the two minutes had finished and that it was time the two of them went for a walk. Zara was horrified when she was grabbed by the arm and marched outside, blindfold still on and coat still off!

"Please, sir, let me wear my coat," she cried out but her only response was a dozen sharp slaps on her naked cheeks. The rain settled on her skin, chilling her flesh whilst drips from the overhanging branches splashed down, soaking her body as they walked along. Fear flooded through Zara with every step. What if they met someone? What if it was somebody she knew?

Sir stopped abruptly then pushed Zara down and she felt something rough rub across her stomach. It was a fallen tree trunk, she realised as his weight pinned her down against the bark and then she was sighing with absolute pleasure as his thickness opened up her slippery folds and started to slide up into her quim. She was soaking wet and warm inside and took all of his length easily, squeezing her spongy tube walls around him tightly every time that he slithered in and out. His clothes slithered on her naked back and thighs, warming her as the rain drops were rubbed away. The musky scent of wet earth clogged her nostrils as he pushed her face down closer to the ground and the soft, squelchy sounds of his cock thrusting deep inside her body made Zara tremble with delight. Pleasure seethed and bubbled through her body in an unstoppable wave and she came, crying out in rapture as her mind exploded with passion. Another few seconds passed and then she rippled with ecstasy once more as he pounded in and out of her pussy, pushing his thickness right up to the hilt and stretching her tightness to the limit. Zara pushed her buttocks back up into his thrusting cock, wanting every last inch inside her body as she came almost constantly, ripples of rapture slithering through her skin until he abruptly withdrew from her heated tunnel and she felt splashes of his seed rain down upon her bare bottom cheeks.

More and more gobbets of spunk settled on her arse and then came his hand, spanking her once more as she lay quiescent and sated over the log, feeling the pain as pleasure for some reason. His hand smacked her hard and fast and her arse cheeks twitched and quivered in response while the pools of creamy come splattered everywhere. One minute, two or even more, Zara had no idea of how long the spanking lasted before his spunk-stained hand rubbed over her lips and his soft, low voice informed her that she was to lie there for one minute before she moved.

After counting to sixty slowly and steadily, Zara tore off the blindfold and looked around hopefully. Her mystery man was not in sight though and she sighed and wondered if she would ever find out who it was. Bottom cheeks burning, she stood up and then suddenly realised that she was still naked apart from her stockings and shoes. Where was the little shelter which contained her coat? They had not walked that long so it had to be either to the left or the right on the path that faced her. She thought back, trying to picture which direction her had thrust her when they had stepped off the path. To the left? That meant that she needed to turn right to get back to where they had come from. Heart in mouth, Zara scurried along the path, praying that she had chosen the right direction. After a couple of minutes, hope blossomed as she saw the thatched roof of the little shelter appear. Rushing inside, she breathed out heavily in relief as she saw her raincoat still lying on the seat. Wrapping it round her chilled body, Zara headed off back down the path towards the house, mind replaying the intense delights of her morning tryst in the rain.

It was only as she opened her car door and slid into the dry interior that Zara felt something crinkle in her pocket. She put her hand in her pocket and pulled out another note and her heart jumped for joy at the thought of being invited to meet her mystery man once again.

"Drive home naked," was inscribed beautifully on the cream-coloured paper and her heart jolted in her chest. What if she was seen? Her pulse quickened, betraying her excitement at the prospect though fear of exposure flickered in her mind as well.

Zara cheated slightly by just opening her raincoat so that her breasts peeped through; white mounds peering like orbs from the darkness of the black coat. She started the engine and drove out of the car park, face reddening every time that a car passed her on the busy main road. Fortunately, the rain lashed down harder, smearing her windscreen and hopefully hiding her from view although she caught a sidelong glance from one of the workmen at the roadworks as she passed back through. A traffic light changed to red just before she could pass through and so Zara was left waiting there for the lights to change back, cursing silently then blushing furiously as a motorcyclist zoomed up to wait alongside. His helmet turned towards her and then the lights changed and he was off, accelerating away in a flash as she wondered whether he had enjoyed the flash of her breasts. Sweat poured off her body and pooled under her buttocks as she drove and she was incredibly relieved when she managed to turn into her street and park on her drive. Making sure that she wrapped her raincoat round her, Zara opened the door and got out, legs trembling as she walked up to her front door and let herself back into the safety of her own home.