Ch. 3: Love at First Spank

Monday morning, I wake up feeling elated. Okay, Lexi the Bag Lady has now outed me as Paddle Man to every internet surfer and their dog. And yes, yesterday I noticed stares and giggles wherever I went. But, so far, the people who actually matter to me have been amused, yes, but supportive. And to top that, for the first time in my life, I've finally had the opportunity to explore my kinks, in two highly erotic experiences on two consecutive days. Spirits lifted, I'm now quite willing to grab life by the horns. I'm even looking forward to going to work today. Let them stare and giggle all they want, I think. Maybe internet fame isn't all that bad after all.

Furthermore, 'Horny me' and 'Sensible me' seem to have come to a mutual agreement about what they reckon I need in life. They have merged, for now, into, well, just me. Horny and sensible, in one handy package.

Consequently, the awkwardness that usually characterises my social interactions has evaporated. This shows when I bump into my hot neighbour Sarah again on my way to work. I actually manage a conversation with her.

"Hi Sarah!" I greet her happily. "How are you this morning?" She looks stunning as always, dressed business casual in straight grey trousers, a white blouse with just the slightest hint of cleavage, and grey pumps with a small heel.

"Hi Alex." She blushes again. I am briefly scared that she heard me with Alicia and Noémi last night, but I dismiss the thought. It's probably just Paddle Man who's still making his impression. "I'm fine, and yourself?"

"Sarah, I've been thinking. We've been living next door to each other for what, six months now? We've never even properly introduced ourselves, let alone got to know one another. I'd like to, though. Would you... Maybe have dinner with me tonight? I'll cook?"

"That's a lovely idea, why not? As it happens, I have nothing planned for the night." Another blush.

"Seven alright for you?"

She smiles her bright smile. "Yeah okay, see you then! Need to run now, sorry..."

And with a cute little wave, she's off. I watch her round behind in the tight trousers as she disappears down the stairs. Briefly, I fantasise about what it would be like to paddle a woman as amazing as Sarah. Feeling caught, I shrug off the idea and make my way to the university campus for a day of teaching.

Usually, I find teaching the least boring part of my job. Most of my students are interesting, and I love helping them develop. This work day, however, starts differently. When I open my laptop, I'm greeted by an official email telling me that I'm expected in the vice-chancellor's office pronto. Apparently, the board of directors of the university all follow Lexi's social media accounts, the vice-chancellor tells me when I have sat out the obligatory thirty minutes waiting time in the anteroom and I am admitted into her office. They are not pleased to see their organisation represented in one of her clips. My defence -- that I can't recall mentioning the uni at any point in the exchange with Lexi, and what I get up to in my own time is none of their business -- does not impress the vice-chancellor as much as I hoped. I get told that I should consider myself formally warned.

Seething, I go off to the lecture hall where I meet my class. The students are hysterical, laughing and shouting. I'm not surprised to catch the words 'Paddle Man', 'TikTok' and 'Lexi' floating around the room. Right.

I walk up to the lectern and switch on the microphone. The room goes a bit quieter, but there's still some laughter. I then tell the students: "You're probably aware of what happened to me over the weekend."

The students laugh. There are cheers.

"Well, I just want you to know none of what transpired had anything to do with this uni whatsoever. None of this will affect my teaching or anything else related to my work here. I have just received a proper bollocking from the vice-chancellor, so please be told..."

My words drown in loud cheers and catcalls. Obviously, the students love the whole situation. Some students shout something about my 'rizz', I tell them I don't know what that is and I prefer not to find out. More laughter. But it's true, I am greatly in favour of giving young people the opportunity to manifest their autonomy in their language. They don't need olds like myself aiming for eternal youth by trying to keep up with their slang.

Then I tell them that we're returning to comparative ethnographic narrative analysis methods, sorry people, and peace is restored, more or less. I have taught this class for ten years now, so I can do it on autopilot, even though my mind is occupied with paddles, viral posts, women who want to be spanked, and the effect they are currently having on my life.

Late afternoon, I am in my office, sitting at my desk. I'm pretending to work on a grant proposal, but in reality I'm using the peace and quiet to process the weekend's events. Even though I am only in my early forties, I have worked at this institution for over fifteen years now. Most newcomers are resigned to the shared, flexible workspaces that have been all the rage in the past decade. As an old-timer, I still have the old privilege of having my own office. I count myself lucky for this perk. I always have somewhere private to pretend doing my work.

Currently, my privacy is disturbed by a knock on the door. "Come in!" I call.

The door opens and in comes Emily, by far one of my cutest students. She has a lovely impish face full of freckles, blue eyes, curly ginger hair, and a curvaceous body that gives off a raunchy vibe no matter what she is wearing.

Today, what she's wearing is a long beige trench coat, a garment so thoroughly unerotic that even a woman like Emily has trouble making it look sexy. It is also surprisingly unsuitable for the sunny weather we're currently experiencing.

Before I can even say a word, I find out why Emily has chosen to visit my office in a trench coat on a lovely late spring day. She opens the coat, and underneath she is dressed in full sexy schoolgirl regalia: a pleated skirt that is more than a bit too short and a white blouse knotted just above the belly button. Most of the buttons are undone to show as much creamy boob as possible without baring them entirely. Knee high socks and the obligatory Mary Jane shoes complete the sexy schoolgirl experience.

"Please Sir, I have not been paying attention in class. I think I might be in need of some... discipline?"

I groan in shock and cover my face with my hands. I cannot believe what is going on. Why is this sexy, curvy girl pressing herself on me like this? Am I suddenly living on the stage of a porn film?

Then suspicion arises. I wonder if I have any enemies among the faculty who could have set this up. Will one of my colleagues, any minute now, barge into my office and try to catch me in flagrante? I quickly dismiss my paranoia; I don't have any actual enemies among my colleagues. Throughout my career I have been harmless enough not to get into any feuds. No mean feat at this uni.

I clear my throat. "Dear Emily, thank you for having the courage to do this. I admire that. Yes, you're attractive. And I think it's a compliment that you would want to... Well, with a middle-aged man like me... But I can't give you what you want."

"Why not? You are Paddle Man, aren't you? And don't you think I haven't noticed the way you look at me in class."

Ouch. Touché.

"Why not? Well, for starters, you depend on me for your grade. It's just not ethical. Besides, like I said, I'm much older than you. It just wouldn't be right, that's all. Why don't you try finding someone your own age? I'm sure they'd be happy to... Well... You know..." I flounder.

She huffs. "They are all children. They are immature and don't know anything. They wouldn't know how to please a woman, let alone give her a good spanking."

"Yes, well, that may be, and if this were another place, and I wouldn't be your teacher, who knows what would happen, but..."

I falter again. My horny side briefly makes itself heard in my internal monologue, muttering "Who knows? Let me tell you. If a girl like her would have come up to me in the pub last night, I would have had her over my knee faster than you can say 'Please Master, make it hurt'."

I dismiss the mutterings of my horny side inside my head and continue. "But as it is, I could not do this even if I wanted to. I'd get into trouble. I have already received a formal warning for the Paddle Man clip, and that wasn't even near the uni."

Emily sighs. "I understand. Well, too bad. You're missing out on this" -- and she turns, flips up her coat and then her skirt. I see yet another beautifully formed creamy white behind framed by skimpy thong knickers. Blue lace ones this time. What is it with all these horny women in my life suddenly? And all of them have that amazingly sexy combination of being strong-minded and submissive -- just my type.

Emily leaves, slamming the door. I feel sorry for the girl, but what can I do?

I decide that by far the best thing I can do is go home early. It's not like I'm going to get any more work done. And I have a dinner to prepare. To show Sarah that I am more than just a man with a paddle, I have planned to cook my 'greatest hits of the Gujarati cuisine', stemming from the semester I spent in Ahmedabad when I was conducting my doctoral research. The dishes have the combined benefits of being tasty and impressive looking, and something I can do by heart.

I purchase the phulka chapati and all the necessary ingredients from our Indian corner shop. I then make a potato and spinach stir fry, a lentil dish, raita, and some onion bhaiya. I have everything steaming and waiting, and the explosive mess in the kitchen reduced to an acceptable minimum, when Sarah rings my doorbell.

When I open the door, the first thing I notice, honestly, is her generous smile and her bright brown eyes. The second thing, I can't help myself, is the way her fabulous tits strain against her black spaghetti-strap top. "This woman has dressed to impress," I think to myself. I welcome her and let her in. When she passes me, my eyes are drawn to her perfectly shaped bum in a pair of tight blue jeans.

She twirls around in my living room as she takes in how I have decorated the flat. "I wish I had put so much effort in doing up my place. I just couldn't find the energy in the past six months. But seeing how you've done your flat makes me want to make more of mine, too!" While she looks around and admires my living spaces, I look at her and admire her body. If it's me she's dressed to impress for, well, mission accomplished.

"And the food! Wow, this smells amazing!"

"Thank you. Are you hungry? We can eat right away if you'd like."

She says she's starving, so I invite her over to my dining table, already set for two. I bring over the dishes from the kitchen. "Would you like a beer?"

"Yes, a beer would be lovely."

We then sit down to eat and chat. I still think "Wow, she's hot!" with every move she makes, but it does not interfere with my social skills so much anymore -- at least not that I'm aware of. Now the only thing I need to do is repress a strong urge to kiss her every time she says something interesting or intelligent, which is constantly. I ask Sarah all about her life and background. She's from a medium-sized city not far from here and moved to this area for work reasons years ago. She is an industrial designer with a PhD, working for one of the city's top-notch design agencies. It turns out the reason she's never home is not because of a lover with a bigger house, but because her job is busy and often stressful. She makes long hours, but she finds it fulfilling.

I keep asking her questions and love how she lights up when she talks about her latest projects, complex affairs involving hospitals, patients, doctors and technology. I listen with rapt attention, and like her more by the second. Oh, how I love smart, strong women, especially when they are as gorgeous as Sarah.

Then, the conversation switches to more personal matters. When I ask her how she ended up in her flat, it turns out that not only she does not have that lover, whatever size their house, but that six months ago, she went through a painful divorce after 5 years of marriage. The flat was her new start. "I have pretty much kept to myself the last months. I'm sorry for not being a nicer neighbour."

"Oh, don't worry about it. My mistake to think it was because you weren't interested in me. Self-centredness is one of my many faults, I'm afraid." I sigh. "Sorry I'm a bit gloomy. I'm having the strangest day."

"What happened?" she asks.

"Well, you have seen the whole story with the paddle on the internet, haven't you? I know you have."

She blushes again. Such an adorable sight. "Yes, the story with the paddle... I did notice that. It was hard to miss, frankly."

"It's the weirdest thing that ever happened to me." I describe my adventure with Lexi in detail, which she finds hilarious. I vaguely hint at the sexual nature of its aftermath. This brings about another blush. Then I tell her about getting told off at uni and the way sweet little Emily tried to throw herself at me, maybe exaggerating my chivalrous response a bit. Because of poetic licence, I decide to leave my adventures with Alicia and Noémi out of the storyline for now. I wouldn't want Sarah to get the impression that I spank sexy women on a daily basis -- just because I now seem to be spanking sexy women on a daily basis.

While talking about the university and Emily, I get a bit worked up. "Just imagine, I've been harbouring this fetish for decades, and then suddenly Bam! It's all out in the open, and the whole world knows! That clip has had seven million views last time I checked! Everyone and their dog have seen it, including my friends, my colleagues, my students, my neighbour..." I laugh. "I haven't dared call my parents yet..."

Only then I notice Sarah has gone very quiet. "Are you okay? Have I said something weird or awkward? I'm sorry if I offended you..."

"No, no, no, not at all," she hastily replies, "it's just.... You say decades with a fetish..."

"Yes, and then suddenly..." It dawns on me what she is trying to tell me. I am slow that way, sometimes. "What, you too?"

She blushes again. "Yes, well..."

"Give, or receive?"

Sarah looks at the floor, her blush intensifying.

"Oh wow," I think, "another submissive woman? Is there something in the water?"

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. But I did tell you mine," I add cheekily.

"Oh, I do, it's just... I have never really... I find it painful to talk about too." She sighs. "You know why my marriage did not work out? Well, apart from the fact that he was being the stereotypical bastard, fucking his secretary and had her pregnant. Because I.... Well, I need to be submissive in the bedroom. And he couldn't do that for me. Not that I ever really asked. But even when I hinted, he..." Her voice trails off. "He was disgusted..." She sighs and looks down, at her folded hands.

"I'm sorry to hear that, Sarah. But... Submissive? That's probably more than a good spanking now and then, right?"

She looks up. "Well, yes, but a good spanking now and then would be a start."

"Do you want me to.... You know... I could..."

"Yeah... If you would... I mean maybe..."

We both laugh as we awkwardly stammer our way through expressing our desires. I recover first. "Do you want to do this?"

"I do. Oh god, yes, I do."

"So do I."

Dinner immediately forgotten, I walk up to her, around the table. She gets up too. I take her hands and kiss her. She kisses me back with passion.

"First, I am going to bare your breasts," I tell her when we come up for air.

"Is that part of the spanking?" she asks cheekily, smiling her lovely wide smile.

"No Sarah, it is not. I just want to see them."

I take the hem of her black spaghetti top. She obediently raises her arms, and I pull the top over her mass of curls. A beautiful black lace bra appears. My arms grasp behind her and unclasp her bra. She reaches out to kiss me again when my face comes close to hers in the process.

She holds her arms forward to help me slide the bra off them, and then lets her arms drop by her side. She arches her back a bit, presenting her fabulous naked tits to me. "Here they are." They are perfect, round and full, her nipples brown and erect. Sarah is at least fifteen years older than Lexi, so of course her breasts aren't as gravity-defying. But if anything, this makes her even more beautiful -- more real and feminine. I gently caress her breasts. She keeps her arms by her side submissively, eyes closed, lips slightly parted. I fall in love with her there and then. Such a gorgeous creature.

"Now the jeans."

Obediently she turns around and shimmies out of her trousers. A sexy pair of black thong panties appear. "The knickers too?"

"No, they stay on. I have a thing for women in thong panties. I love the way they frame the cheeks."

She nods.

I then take her hand and lead her to my bedroom. A light push on her shoulder and she obeys immediately, getting down on her knees. She adopts a delightfully submissive kneeling pose, her bum resting on her ankles, her legs slightly spread, her hands on her thighs and her gaze downcast. Her black lace thong perfectly frames her perky behind. She takes up her kneeling position so fluently and easily that I wonder if she has practiced it. She must have, I think, and make a mental note to ask her if I ever get the opportunity.

I sit down on my bed and invite her over my lap. "Come here, Sarah." I take her hand. She crawls over my lap and lies down. Her hips rub erotically against my hard cock. I pick up the paddle.

I take in the erotic sight of this beautiful woman lying submissively over my lap, waiting for her spanking. My cock presses against her as I gently caress and massage her round cheeks, her thighs, her legs -- not because I have read that is what you need for a warm-up, but because I desperately want to touch her, everywhere.

I see the tiny hairs in the small of her back, just above the back of her thong. I feel the urgency to smell her skin, and this time I don't hold back. I bend over and let my lips and nose graze over her back. She smells of vanilla with the slightest hint of musk. I plant a small kiss on her back and start the spanking.

"Oh," she lets out a soft moan as I let the paddle land on her left cheek for the first time. "Oh," again, her right cheek this time. Soft smacks, to prepare here for what will come.

"Welcome home, sweetheart," I mutter under my breath. I feel a shudder go through her body. Did she hear what I just whispered?

Smack! I spank her again. I let the tip of the paddle rub slowly, teasingly across the cheek I just spanked. She moans.

Sarah is the fourth woman I am spanking in only three nights, and I am a lot more confident, more relaxed than I was with Lexi. Also, spanking Sarah feels totally different, like I can really connect with her, and coax all kinds of responses from her body.

Smack! A high-pitched whimper from Sarah. I rub the paddle across her behind, and then: smack! I spank the same spot again. At least ten seconds of rubbing, and then a smack on the other cheek. She is already panting heavily, with small moans on each exhale. A squeal when I smack her again. I am enjoying myself.

The tip of the paddle rubs her bum and the tops of her thighs. She starts moving her hips very slightly, as if inviting me to spank her again. I do so, smack! on her right cheek, smack! smack! twice on her left cheek, smack! her right cheek again. My left hand, the hand not holding the paddle, now rests in the hollow of her knee and caresses her leg.

Apart from slightly wiggling her hips between spanks, she lies quite still. Her upper torso rests on the bed, her head on her arms. Her head is turned towards me, her eyes are closed, her mouth opened slightly. Her beautiful face is flushed, and she is panting.

Smack! Smack! Two hard spanks on her right cheek. "Ahh..." she whimpers with a sexy high-pitch pant.

Smack! Smack! Smack! The paddle lands hard on her left cheek. Each spank makes her entire bum jiggle. Sarah sighs and she involuntarily moves her hips up and down, as if inviting more spanks. Her movements send delightful sensations through my cock pressing against her hips. Smack! Smack! I alternate between cheeks. Each spank now elicits a louder moan, and I start to see some redness appearing on her behind. "Ohhh..."

I put away the paddle briefly to massage her bum with both hands, to dissipate the heat. I smack her hard with my hand, and she makes a mewling sound. I pick up the paddle again and spank each cheek at least six times. She moans after each impact.

Then, I put down the paddle again and let my fingers gently trace the reddened splotches on her bum. "Ohhh..." Smack! The paddle is back. "Hmmmm." My hand goes up and down her bum and legs.

She is quite red now, and I put down the paddle again. My fingers trace the gusset of her thong over her pussy and find it soaked. I bend over to whisper in her ear. "Hmmm, you're so wet..." My fingers stroke her pussy lips. "Ahhhh, yessss" she mews, arching her back even further and pushing her hips back to receive more caresses.

My hand slides her thong to the side, baring her glistening wet folds. My one hand rests just underneath her right bottom cheek, where the redness begins, while the fingers of my other hand find her clit. She moans loudly as I play with her.

Then I suddenly stop, pick up the paddle again, and start spanking her again. "Hmmmmmmmm" she moans, "please...."

I smack her with the paddle again and again. My fingers start teasing her clit once more. "Ohhhh, yes... Oh my god... Please..." she whimpers.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! The paddle lands on her red behind as I finger her clit and pussy. She wiggles her behind, riding my fingers while I spank her hard. "Please... I am going to..."

"Come for me, sweetheart," I tell her, spanking and fingering her. With a loud cry and a shudder that goes all through her body, Sarah comes. I keep my fingers on her clit for as long as she keeps rubbing her pussy against them, and I keep landing softer spanks on her bright-red bum to help her ride out the waves of her orgasm.

She flops down heavily over my lap, spent and sated, and starts laughing. "Thank you, thank you, thank you...." It bubbles out of her. "That was so good... Thank you. Oh!" She notices my rock-hard cock, which has been rubbing against her hips with each spank. "Please..."

I bend over to whisper in her ear again. "I want to fuck you now."

"Hmmm, yessss, please..." she moans and wiggles her bum, rubbing against my cock.

I lift her hips and slide my legs from underneath her lap. She pulls up her knees and pushes her bum further in the air, inviting me to take her from behind.

I get up briefly to shed my clothes, put on a condom, and enjoy the view. Her shoulders pressed into the mattress, her face flushed, her eyes watching me, pupils dilated. Her fabulous tits dangling invitingly and her perky round arse, bright red, raised up in the air. Her sexy glistening pussy bared, black thong slid wantonly to the side. I come up behind her and align my cock with her slit, teasingly rubbing her with the tip.

"Yes, please!" she moans again as I thrust inside her. Her pussy feels soft and warm around my cock, a divine feeling. Her buttocks feel hot when my hips buck against her. She arches her back further and I see her reaching back to fondle her clit as I fuck her.

My hands grab her tits, caressing and pinching her nipples. I feel her response as her pussy clamps around my cock in a spasm. "Ohhh, yes, harder" she moans, and I don't know if she means the fucking or the pinching.

I fuck her faster, picking up the paddle and slapping her behind as I thrust. I moan as I slowly feel my orgasm building.

"Ohhh, yesss, please, yesss, please, I need to..." I hear her moan, and I realise she is asking me for permission to come again.

"Come for me, sweetheart." I use the exact same words as before. I feel her pussy spasm as she comes, which drives me over the edge. I moan loudly as I come inside her.

She collapses on the bed, completely spent by her intense orgasm. My cock slides out of her and I flop down beside her. I draw her close to me.

As I hold her, I gently caress her bright red behind. She purrs. "Thank you... This was the hottest sex I've ever... That spanking, wow. It was so much better than I ever imagined it could be..."

I kiss her. "It was. I loved how you responded to everything I did to you. You were so sexy."

Her mouth finds mine again and we kiss. She then tells me softly, "This is what I need, Alex. Someone to tell me what to do in bed, and spank me, and make me do things that I find a bit degrading. I loved... I felt so exposed, so vulnerable. It was hot."

I caress and kiss her face and her lovely curly hair while she talks. Our mouths find each other again. While we kiss, I feel her body go very heavy and relaxed. I hold her tightly and soon her eyes fall shut. This is the first time ever I have had a woman fall asleep on me while I kiss her, like a reverse Sleeping Beauty. But I'm not surprised. During dinner, she talked about not sleeping much due to work pressure and stress. I am prepared to take it as a huge compliment that she can relax like this with me.

Thinking she's earned her rest, I put my blanket over her and get up quietly. I put on a fresh pair of boxers and start cleaning up the dinner we abandoned to pursue our more carnal desires. I put away the food, bring all the dishes to the kitchen, clean the table, and then start to put the plates and cutlery in the dishwasher.

"Hi," I hear her voice. She has woken up and stands leaning against the door post, naked except for the black thong knickers she is still wearing. She is watching me with a smile. When I smile back, she stretches, an attractive yawn on legs. I watch her tits rise enticingly.

"Do you need any help?"

"Well, it's too late now, I'm already halfway done." I sigh in mock-despair. "What is the point of having a submissive woman around the house when you can't even make her do the chores? Remind me to punish you for that, will you?"

I meant that as a joke, but her face is suddenly flushed and her nipples rock-hard. "Oh, you like that idea? Come here, Sarah. Turn around, I want to see your bum. Hands behind your head, they are in my way. Hmm, you're still a bit red. That's sexy. What does it feel like?"

"I guess tingling would describe it best."

"Tingling. That sounds nice. Turn around again."

I walk up to her and kiss her. Her hands, I notice, remain submissively behind her head where I ordered them. I guess the evening is not over yet. I take a step back and try to imagine what someone who wants to be submissive would like, apart from the spanking I have already given her. I decide to find out the hard way and ask her.

"Tell me what you like, Sarah. What else would you want to try?"

She closes her eyes and blushes. "You can just tell me what to do."

"All right then." I think for a second, then make up my mind. "I am going to finish cleaning the kitchen. Your job will be to provide the visual entertainment while I am working. You can stay in this position for now, you look hot." I briefly kiss her right nipple while she stands there, in my kitchen, hands clasped behind her head, presenting her gorgeous round breasts to me.

I move away from her to continue loading the dishwasher, then change my mind. "That kneeling position you did just before I spanked you. That looked hot. Do it again, will you." I hand Sarah a small pillow from the sofa, and she obliges, kneeling down, her bum on her ankles, hands upturned on her thighs, back arched to keep her tits on display.

"You've been in this position before, haven't you? Is this something you practiced?"

She blushes feverishly and her nipples go hard again. "It is. Sometimes, when I..." She falters and her blush intensifies. She looks up to me, her brown eyes open wide.

"Go on," I encourage her with a smile.

"When I masturbate, I sometimes pretend someone orders me to put myself in one of my positions and stay there for a while." She averts her gaze down again and I see her swallow.

'Wow, that's quite the confession,' I think to myself. I walk over to her and touch her cheek. I then bend over to kiss her. "That's hot, Sarah. And I think you are very brave, telling me that. No, stay in position." My cock has gone rock-hard again. The bulge is visibly straining my boxers.

"What other positions do you know, Sarah? Show me."

She takes her hands from her thighs and clasps them behind her arched back. This draws even more attention to her tits. Her gaze is aimed at the floor, and then she looks up to me. "Well, there's this. I think it's sexy. I call it my 'present yourself' pose." I can only agree, it is hot as hell.

She then lifts her arms into the air, crossing her wrists as if she is tied and suspended. "Or this, but I can't keep this up for more than a minute."

"Yes, that looks strenuous. Unless you'd be tied up, and even then." The mention of bondage makes her gasp, and brings about a small moan. She keeps her gaze downcast, and her arms lifted. "What else, Sarah?"

She looks up to me again and turns around. She bends over, on her knees, so her delicious bum is raised into the air, her back is arched, and her face rests on her arms in front of her. "There's this position."

"I like this one, Sarah. Perfect for when you're waiting for me to spank you." She gasps and moans again.

"Yes... Or like this..." She stretches her arms out in front of her, face between her elbows, arching her back even more. "I can keep this up for quite a while."

"I might take you up on that. But first, I want you to get up." She obeys, standing to attention with her hands clasped behind her back. "Show me a sexy dance now, Sarah."

I put on some slow, jazzy music. Sarah blushes her sexy blush and her nipples seem to become even harder, if that is possible. "Like this?" With slow, deliberate movements, she starts grinding her hips to the music, gyrating her body in flowing, hypnotic movements.

"Yes, like that, Sarah. And I want to watch you playing with yourself while you dance."

She looks at me intensely as her hands fondle her beautiful large breasts and slide across her body as she dances. I smile, looking at her lewd masturbatory dance moves as I put away the last of the cutlery and wipe the surfaces. My cock is now trying very hard to break out of my boxer briefs. She sways to the rhythm, pulling her thong to the side, her fingers gently stroking her pussy lips.

Too soon, I finish cleaning. I now only have the pots to rinse and clean.

"Thank you for that dance, Sarah. Now, take that pillow and come over here."

She stops dancing, extracting her fingers from her labia with a small moan, and walks up to me.

"I am going to rinse and clean these pots. You're going to kneel before me and give me a blowjob while I'm doing it. Your task is to make me come before I'm done. If you fail, you will have to report to me to ask for punishment again before the end of the week. Okay, Sarah?"

She nods meekly and kneels before me on the pillow. She liberates my hard cock and I feel her lovely mouth engulf my hardness. I work very, very slowly, savouring the delightful sensations of her soft wet mouth and the way she keeps making eye contact from below as she sucks me. The position, however, is impractical. I have a hard time avoiding getting water and soap on her curly hair and her lovely face. While she is bobbing up and down my hard shaft, I need to hold the pots rather far in front of me. This, and the fact that I have only just orgasmed before, means I don't manage to come. Soon, all pots are cleaner than they were when I bought them.

"I'm done here, Sarah. You have failed your task. Make sure to ask me for punishment again soon."

She releases my cock out of her mouth and looks up to me with a small smile. "I will." She then looks at my cock, standing fully at attention. "Do you want me to finish this?"

"Yes, you may. But that does not mean I won't punish you."

"I understand," she says submissively.

I sit down on the sofa; she kneels before me and sets to work again. In this more relaxed position, with no worries of soap getting into her beautiful brown eyes, I come quickly into her eager mouth. She swallows it all, obediently keeping eye contact as she does so.

"Get up here, Sarah," I tell her as I regain my composure. "Back into your position."

I have her sit in front of me, her hands clasped behind her head again. I kiss her sexy neck and shoulders, and then I reach round her to hold her and play with her pussy.

She's wet, very wet. I caress her breasts and nipples with one hand, and stroke her clit with the other. I whisper in her ear what a good girl she is, sitting so obediently in front of me, with her hands behind her head. I tell her how brave she has been, telling me about what she does when she masturbates, showing me all those positions, and how much that turned me on. I tell her how much I loved spanking her and fucking her, how attractive I find her, and how well she has served me.

Soon, she is moaning loudly while my fingers keep fondling her clit. "Please..." she asks, "please... Can I come?"

"Yes, you may come," I tell her.

With a loud moan and another sexy shudder going through her entire body, she orgasms. "Thank you, thank you," she pants.

I hold her tightly from behind, kissing her hair as she recovers. "Sarah," I tell her, "spend the night with me."

"Yes, I would love that." She turns around to kiss me. She leans heavily against me, her breathing slowing. "I'm so relaxed and happy," she sighs drowsily.

"Are you falling asleep again?" I ask her, teasingly.

"I will soon..." I take her hand, and we walk over to my bed again. I shed my boxers and strip her of her sodden thong.

In bed, I kiss her, pull her close, and wish her the sweetest of dreams.

The next morning, I wake up and she's already gone. I find a note on my kitchen table, saying that she loved everything about last night, has slept better than ever, and is sorry she needs to head out to work so early. "So much to do, I'm afraid. I would have loved to sleep in with you. But don't worry, I will get back to you on 'certain things' soon... Kiss, Sarah."

"Sleep in, it's only eight o'clock," I mutter to myself, well pleased with the note. When I make my bed, I find a long, curly hair on my pillow. The bed still smells of her, and I feel a yearning that goes beyond mere lust.

Before I head out to work, I text her. "Sweet Sarah, thank you for an amazing time, not just the... well, you know. But I thought we really connected. I hope I can see you again soon!" I add a heart emoji, in case my message wasn't clear enough, and send it off before I change my mind.

"Oh no," I think, alarmed. "I'm in love..."