The Adventure

She stood nervously outside the door of the apartment. Looking down at the crumpled up advertisement in her hand, she contemplated walking back to her car. You can do this, she told herself, just try something new. You can always say no.

With renewed confidence, she knocked at the unknown door. She bit her lip as she listened to the approaching footsteps. No turning back now, she mused.

The door swung open, revealing a beautiful leggy blonde in tall boots and a short skirt. She immediately regretted her decision. "I'm sorry, I was looking for..." she trailed off as she tried to think of what to say.

The girl smiled at her. "You're in the right place," she assured her. Stepping back to allow her to enter, she nervously stepped through the door. "I'm May," she said, introducing herself, "what may I call you?"

Her mind raced, should I give her my real name, she wondered. Thinking quickly of her favorite literary character she blurted, "Alice. I'm Alice."

"Nice to meet you," the girl turned on her heel and began walking down the hallway. Alice followed behind her nervously wondering what awaited her in this strange adventure. Entering a small den, just off of the main entrance, May directed her to a seat.

Alice wrung her hands nervously. "Are you...?" She tried to find a way to word it.

"The Master here? No." She smiled. "I am the first line of approval for his selections."

"Does he have many?" Alice's eyes grew wide.

"Not really, no. He usually keeps no more than three at one time. His last one just moved out of state to get married, so it would be only you... at least for a little while."

"Does he ever do it in groups?" Alice probed.

"We are getting ahead of ourselves now," May said with a stern tone, "let's see if you qualify first." Grabbing a clipboard she started the questioning process. She asked about her education, her home life, any interests and goals she might have in her life. Then the questions began to become more and more personal. She asked about lingerie preference, how often she took showers, and about her sex life. Then the big question came, "what brought you here today?"

Alice bit her lip for a minute, "I... umm...," she shifted in her chair. "I would like to learn to control my emotions."

"How so?" May pressed.

"When I'm angry," she said, "or hurt over something..."

"How do you act?"

"I yell... sometimes... and I say snotty things to people around me." Alice looked at the floor.

"I see," May said, rising from her seat, "wait here."



Sitting alone in the small study, Alice suddenly felt stupid. Thisis so ridiculous, I don't even know these people. she was ready to grab her things and walk out when May returned. She had her follow her into a good-sized bedroom, where she set her things in a chair in the corner.

"Take off your pants and stand in the corner with your hands on your head, he will be with you shortly." May turned to leave.

"I don't get to meet him first?"

"No," May didn't even look back as she closed the door.

Alice slipped off her shoes and jeans, leaving on her knee-high socks for warmth. She went to the furthest corner in the room from the doorway and waited. Within no more than 2 minutes of her taking her place, she heard the door open. Stifling her desire to glance over her shoulder, she waited.

After a few heart beats she heard him move to the dresser and make his way to her. Feeling him almost upon her, she was surprised when a dark cloth fell across her eyes. She made a startled shout as it was secured behind her head. Reaching to the back of her head to undo it, she heard his voice.

"Take it off if you want to leave." His tone was matter of fact. He was not threatening and he was not unkind, the choice was hers. She hesitated, hands at her ears. "Very good," he said. Then taking her by the hand, he turned her around and lead her to the foot of the bed. Sitting her down, he sat beside her. "I spoke with May about the issues you are hoping to resolve. I think that this method may work for you. I assume that you know what we are going to do?"

Alice licked her lips and nodded.

"I need you to tell me. Say it out loud, so that I know that you understand."

Alice took a deep breath, "you are going to spank me," she whispered.

"Yes, that is correct. And when will the spanking be over?"

"When you decide... " she said with a breathy tone.

"That is right," he confirmed. "And should I decide to take down your panties?" He questioned further.

Alice licked her lips, she could feel her body warm and wet at his suggestion. She opeed her mouth to respond...

"What will you tell me?" He prodded her.

"Yes, Sir." She said quietly.

And with that he pulled her across his lap, adjusting her until her bottom was pointed as high as possible. He rubbed his hand across her plump bottom, caressing her cotton panties and cupping her cheeks. Suddenly, he dipped his hand between her legs and stroked her opening. Even though the cotton he could feel she was wet, and she let out a surprised squeak and shuttered at his touch.

"You are a very naughty girl," he told her, teasing her with the tips of his fingers. "You're turned on, aren't you?"

She said nothing, moaning softly at his touch. Smacking her ass suddenly with a full-strength spank, he asked her again, "aren't you?"

"Yes Sir!" She shouted.

"And do you think you deserve a reward?" He asked her.

"No, Sir"

"And if I say so?"

"...yes Sir?" She questioned.

"Yes!" *Spank* "Sir!" He responded, slapping down hard on her bottom several more times.

"Yes Sir!" She agreed, writhing over his lap.

"Very good," he said, standing her up, "panties down." She bit her lip. "Now!" He said, "and off with your shirt as well. You may keep your bra on."

Doing as he asked, she discarded her items onto the floor. Reaching up to her eyes, he caught her arm, "leave that on." He sat her on the bed and told her to lay back, then he spread her legs and blew softly across her opening. She moaned in response.

Touching her softly along her slit, she clenched her hands on the bed cover and arched her back. Biting her lip, she struggled to keep still beneath his touch. He cupped her pussy, leaving it there for a moment, trapping in the heat. He rubbed his hand back and forth lightly, moving from her butt toward her stomach and back again.

She could feel her heat building and she wiggled her hips, willing him to do more. Then he stopped rubbing. He let his hand rest over her, and she sighed in frustration. "Who is in charge here?" He asked her.

"You are... Sir" she squeaked out.

Then the first slap began. It wasn't hard, but the sensation was new. Again and again he slapped her pussy with his hand, building in speed and strength until she wiggled her hips to escape his touch. "Lie still," he demanded, continuing his assault. She struggled to keep still, moaning and squeaking at his slaps.

She could feel the warmth begin to grow between her legs. She started whispering, "no, no, no, no..."

"You will not say no to me," he insisted, "Yes Sir" he corrected her. She shook her head, struggling against it. "Yes Sir!" He repeated with authority. She bit her lip.

Flipping her over, he began wailing on her bottom. Focusing each blow on her sit spot, he bounced from cheek to cheek. She cried out beneath his heavy hand and he repeated to her "yes Sir!" She kicked and yelled, wiggling and bucking but he never let up.

Finally, she blurted it out, "yes, Sir."

"Again."

"Yes Sir!" She shouted.

"Again!" He commanded, "again and again until you mean it."

"Yes Sir!" She wailed, "yes Sir, yes Sir, yes Sir!" She chanted, yelping at every spank. "Yes Sssir!" She hissed as he spanked her sit spot over and over. "Yes Sir," she cried btween gritted teeth. "Yes Sir," she moaned as the spanking continued.

Finally, when her kicking had died down he flipped her over again. "Shall I spank your pussy?" He asked her, tracing the rim of her sore bottom with his finger. She shuttered.

"Yes sir," she responded with her jaw clenched tight. He ran his fingers over her slit, dipping inside to rub her clit.

"Do you like that?"

"Yes, Sir" she moaned.

He continued playing with her until her breath quickened. Then he cupped her opening and softly rubbed back and forth. She sighed in frustration. "Do you like when I tease you? When I don't let you finish?"

"Yes Sir," she whimpered.

"Good," he said, massaging her thigh close enough that her lips rubbed together over her clit. She arched her back and moaned, then he started spanking her pussy again. He spanked soft and rhythmic, speeding but never building in intensity. She wiggled and thrust her hips, breathing heavily. "What do you say?" He coaxed her.

"Yes Sir, yes yes yes, please Sir!" She sang.

Feeling her close to climax, he stopped. Kissing her swollen lips softly, he sent her to the corner. "I'll see you the day after tomorrow," he told her, "no relieving yourself before then. And I want you to keep a diary of all your misbehaviors. Bring it with you then."

Alice stood in the corner and pouted. She wanted so badly to touch herself and relieve her aching. But she stood in the corner, hands on her head, in only her bra, socks and blindfold.


... To be continued.

The Ultimatum

She was waiting on the stairs with two bags at her feet when he walked in that evening. He could tell she was upset, but he couldn't figure out how things had gotten to this point. Attempting to stifle his devastation at the sight of her "packed up" and ready to leave him, he spoke to her.

"You're... leaving?"

"I think it's best." Silence hung thick in the air, creating a distance between them that was far greater than the feet between their bodies.

He swallowed. "Is there anything..."

"Yes," she interrupted him, "but I know you won't do it, so I'm prepared to go."

He was shocked. What in the world could she possibly ask of him? He was devoted to her. Granted he was perfect, but he certainly tried to show her how much he loved her... He racked his brain trying to think of anything she might want.

Then it came to him.

"You're leaving over THAT?!" He couldn't tell if he was more confused or angry at the situation. Here he was, trying to hold himself together, and she was being petty.

"Yes..." she whispered.

He crossed the room, away from her, to sit on the couch. Dropping his face into his hands he contemplated the situation.




After an eternity of minutes, he heard her shifting on the stairs. Standing to retrieve her things, he looked at her. She paused, making eye contact, then looking down at her things and bent to pick them up.

"You're not leaving," he said.

"I really don't think..."

"No, you don't." He interrupted her, "But I'll deal with that later. Right now we are dealing with your selfish attitude."

"This is importaint to me," she all but wailed at him. "And if you understood that, I wouldn't have to..."

"I know." He conceded. "I didn't realize just how important this was to you... but you also don't realize how important YOU are to ME." She stared at him. "Don't you realize I would do anything for you?! Haven't I shown you time and again just how much I care about you?? Why do you feel like you have to make a scene rather than talk to me?" He was hurt. Deeply hurt.

"I'm not trying to..." she let her sentence drop.

"Come here" he commanded her.

She felt a shiver at his change of tone. With her stomach starting to form knots she stood in the doorway.

"Well...?" He asked, "I don't see what you're waiting on."

"You don't have to..."

"YES, I do." He answered her. "You've made that clear. This is MY decision, now COME here."




She crossed the room to him. Standing awkwardly above him as he sat on the couch.

"Pants off," he ordered.

She swallowed. Slipping off her sandals, she unzipped her pants she slid them off and stepped out of them. Bending to pick them up he interrupted her "leave it there." She froze, then slowly stood up.

Taking her wrist, he pulled her forward to him. Then pulling her further down, he placed a firm hand onto her lower back to settle her across his lap. "You will NOT be doing this again," he warned.

Before she could respond he spanked her hard on her right cheek. She cried out at the slap. "You will NEVER pull a stunt like this again with me," he continued. Spanking hard her left cheek. A shout escaped her.

"You belong to me and you are mine. This selfish attitude about what YOU want will not be tolerated any longer. I love you, and I care for you, and I will always give you what you NEED... But if you ever try to leave me over something this small again... THIS will be light compared to what I'll give you then."

With his message delivered, he went to work on her bottom. Slapping her firm, round cheeks until they turned a shade of rosy pink. Over his lap she squirmed and grunted and cried out at his slaps. He continued the spanking until she was clenching her cheeks at every slap, unable to relax under his hand. Then he rubbed her bottom until her breathing steadied and her butt muscles relaxed.

"Tell me what you want," he told her.

"I, eh... want..." she studdered a respose.

"Be specific," he said, "what and when, how often, how much. I need to know EXACTLY what you're looking for."

She thought for a moment. "I need a spanking once a week. Hard enough to keep me in line and remind me that you are in charge."

He rubbed her bottom. "Anything else..?"

She was silent while she considered it. "I'm not sure."

"Very well," he said. "Stand up."

Pushing herself up off the couch she gently climbed off his lap.

"Panties off" he commanded. She made an "o" with her lips, resisting the urge to cover her bum. "Did you think I was finished?" he smirked, "hardly."

"You need to be taught a lesson," he continued, "You are NEVER to do this again. There is NO need to be dramatic with me. I love you and I will give you what you need... Also I am in CHARGE," he reminded her, "panties OFF." This time his smile faded and he gave her a hard stare.

She quickly dropped her panties and moved forward to climb over his lap.

He held his hand up, "T-shirt too." Her eyes grew wide for just a moment, but she quickly recovered and slipped off her shirt with no questions asked. Standing in only her bra, she waited.

"Good," he smiled. "Over you go" He patted his lap.



Draped over his lap for a second time she bit her lip as she waited for the first slap to descend on her bottom. Rubbing her exposed rump, he began to lecture her further.

"You belong to me." *Slap*

"I am in charge." *Slap Slap*

"If you have a concern, you will come TO ME..." He assaulted her bottom with t series of spanks, "NOT make plans to LEAVE..." *Slap Slap Slap* "Without even TRYING to talk to me!"

He began to spank her in earnest, creating a rhythm between striking each cheek and her sit-spot, as he covered the entirety of her bottom.

She squirmed and shouted as the spanking continued. Writhing over his lap, she was inadvertently rubbing his lap with her body as she struggled against the pain of her well-deserved spanking. He began to feel himself grow excited. Between the sight of her reddening bottom and the feeling of her rubbing against him, he started to grow hard.

Pausing her spanking he rubbed her swollen bottom. She sighed at his touch. Curious, he slipped his fingers beneath her to skim his fingers the along her slit. Finding her moist, he slipped a finger further in. Her breath caught and he pulled his hand away before granting her any kind of 'reward'.

"You will call me Sir," he said.

Waiting a beat he slapped her cheeks a few times. When he finished he repeated, "You will call me Sir." With no response he continued with her spanking, not holding back. She responded with strangled grunts.

"You will call me Sir," he repeated, continuing to her spanking without a pause. She struggled to catch her breath between clenching and unclenching her bottom against his spanks. "You WILL call me SIR," He repeated again."

"Yeh... Yesss... Yessssir!!" She struggled to gasp out.

"Again" he demanded.

"Yesss, Sir." She hissed out.

"AGAIN."

Yes SIR!" She shouted.

He continued to spank her bottom. Focusing on her sit-spot and along the fold of her cheeks where they met the tops of her thighs. At his attention to such a sensitive area, she began to whimper and beg as she squirmed. An anthem of "Please Sir" filled the air between slaps.

Then without warning he stopped. "Stand up," he ordered.

Wiping tears from her eyes, she struggled to stand. Hands drifting to cup her bottom, she stood next to him.

"Go to the corner," he told her. "Hands on your head, and I don't want to hear a peep until I'm ready for you."

She obediently shuffled to the corner of the room and waited for his next request.

(MORE TO COME... STAY TUNED)

Beach Bum - Part 3

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Beach Bum - Part 2

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Having carefully checked that there were no other on-lookers, she swooped her arm over her chest and covered her exposed front as she stood up in the shallow water...

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Hesitating, she stared at the man on the beach, hoping he  wasn't about to spring up and watch her. After a moment of stillness, she hurriedly galloped toward the shore, lifting her feet through the water as she went. Trying to move as silently as she could manage.

Her eyes were glued to the man as she struggled to reach her destination unnoticed. Was that a smirk, she mused. Is he watching me?

Reaching the sand, she raced for cover behind the large rocks that hid her clothing...

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It had been an interesting morning to say the least... Having taken his first "day off" in a very long time. He woke up earlier than he had intended, but decided to take advantage of the quiet morning and headed down to the beach for a morning swim. 

When he arrived at the beach, he noticed that someone was out in the water already. Quietly he spread his towel out and prepared to strip out of his jeans and join the early-dipper. As he stood up and faced the water, he noticed something he hadn't... she was naked. 

Looking down at his towel, he decided to stay on the shore. He was at a public beach after all, if she didn't want someone to see her, she should have stripped somewhere else, he thought to himself.

Stretching out on his back, he kicked off his sandals and relaxed his head back onto his hands. I'll be nice enough and keep my distance...

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Resting quietly as the sun rose over the water he suddenly heard a startled splash in the water.

Cracking his eyes open to peak, he noticed the woman standing, staring directly at him, covering her naked body with her arms. Stifling a grin he did his best to remain still as the young woman did an awkward danced toward the shore. He couldn't help but admire her figure as she drew closer to him. 

She wasn't the over-skinny, shaped-like-a-teenage-boy type he normally saw out at the beach, and he could tell that she wasn't full of tummy-tucks and plastic enhancements either. She jiggled a bit as she ran, and he liked that. Her belly dipped in at the sides for in an hour-glass silhouette, and she had nice, solid legs. She had plenty of curves, and all in the right places. 

Just as he was enjoying the view of her, she ducked behind a large rock on outside edge of the beach shore. Laying his head back down, he decided to wait for her to emerge again before he said or did anything else to startle her.

Laying there, he couldn't help the grin that spread over his face as his mind replayed the scene he had just observed.

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Hiding behind the rock, she did her best to pull on her elastic workout shorts. It felt like stretching a rubber-band over sandpaper. 

"Oh god," she wined under her breath, "why did I ever decide to do something so stupid? And what the heck is he doing here ANYway?! The beach doesn't officially open till ten!"

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After struggling with her bottoms, she tangled her arms into the sports bra that managed to feel two sizes too small, and finally got herself covered. Panting for a moment behind the rock she picked up the rest of her clothes and shoes, placed them in a pile, and crawled to the edge of the rock so she could peek out at the shore.

Her "company" was still relaxing on his towel. He didn't look like he moved since she noticed him the first time. He was just laying there, arms up behind his head, smiling. He must be enjoying the warmth of the sunrise, she thought. I'm so paranoid.

Now that she had a minute to study him, she noticed just how handsome he was. She couldn't tell how tall he might be laying down, but his body was in nice condition. He wasn't built like the extreme-ripped muscle heads that she often saw playing volleyball at the beach, but he had a strength about his shoulders and arms that told her he had more muscle there than someone might notice at first glace.

She could see that he had a little bit of hair across his chest, and that his stomach had a nice tone to it. His hair was a lighter shade of brown than she normally cared for, but it suited him. His gentile smile made him look approachable, and she wished that she hadn't met him quite in this fashion.

"Oh well," she sighed, "I guess I should find a way to sneak out of here."

Looking around, it became clear that her only real option of sneaking out undetected was to follow the rocks further up toward the bank and emerge above the beach shore. Careful to keep herself hidden as she made her way up the bank, she began to climb.

Reaching the last rock she peeked down to the beach and saw a starling sight.

He was gone.

His towel was where he left it, and his sandals... and his pants? Well, where was he?! She craned herself further out from behind the rock, half crawling and half propped on rock, to spy his location. He was IN the water?? She stepped out from behind the rock. Oh man! Why didn't I stay in the water?!

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Waiting for her to emerge, he listened for any sound that would indicate she was coming out. After what felt like 20 minutes, he sat up and looked around. She wasn't visible anywhere, not that he expected she would TRY to be, but he started to wonder if she had somehow left without him noticing.

Standing up, he glanced over by the rocks and noticed a shuffle of color moving toward the bank area above the beach.

Oh well, he shrugged, if she wants to save face I guess I can't blame her.

 

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Dropping his pants, he walked down to the waves. Wading into the cool water, he turned to face the beach. As the water reached to his ribs, he spotted her looking around at the beach. Watching her emerge he waved a friendly "hello". 

With a surprised jump at his gesture, she threw him a wave and quickly turned to walked off with shoes in her hands. Awkwardly she played with her wet hair and glanced back until she was no longer in sight.

I have got to make more time to come to the beach, he thought.

MORE to Come... Things will HEAT up. I Promise. ;)

Beach Bum

She was running near the beach.

The morning was humid and quickly becoming warmer as the sun began to rise over the horizon, but she pushed against the heat. Her muscles were tired and she wasn't feeling the workout, but the importance of her results kept her moving.

"Just one more quarter mile," she told herself, "I'll take the short route today if I can just push that much further..."

Reaching her goal mark she stumbled into a panting walk, willing herself not to lay on the ground and stop all together. As her pulse lowered she gazed out at the water. No one was out yet this morning. She knew that within a few hours the sand would be crowded with families of small children and mothers enjoying a reprieve from the summer heat... but for now the water was still and the air somewhat quiet.

In the distance she could hear the faint buzz of the highway, and above her birds were greeting one another in flight and song...

Alright, she thought, time to cool my feet.

 

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Leaving the dirt clad path of near the trees she walked toward the water. Stripping her t-shirt she felt the breeze graze across her bare stomach. She stripped off her shoes and strolled into the water. It was an amazing chill against the heat of her body and the heat of the sun.

"I have GOT to make more time to come to the beach," she sighed. Smiling, eyes closed, as she enjoyed the sensation of her feet in the water.

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It was a week before she found the time to visit the beach again.

Work had been exceptionally crazy, as well as her family demands, and as she set out on her morning run she was happy to discover that the humidity was not as heavy as the week prior. She was also glowing from her recent 'step' on the scale (down a whole 10 pounds!) and she found that her step was light and energetic as she carried herself along.

Coming along the path where she could hear the water lap against the sand, she smiled.

After I do my FULL run this morning, she laughed to herself, I am gonna take a well deserved DIP in that chilly water!

Full of new-found inspiration, she finished her jog in record time and walked joyfully back to the beach. Slipping off her shoes she strolled along the water's edge, teasing her toes, until she came to the larger boulders at the end of the Public Area. Checking to see that she was alone, she slipped off her workout gear, folded her items neatly and tucked them next to the rock. Glancing about once again, she quickly tip-toed into the water until she could sit on the sand with the water lapping about her collarbone.

She sighed with glee at the refreshing feel of the cool water against her body, and grinned like a small child over her adventurous decision to skinny-dip. She watched the warm pinkish sunlight become a bright beam of white gold as rose into full-sunrise, and taking a deep sigh she tucked her hands under her bottom. Lifting her body out in front of her, she laid her head back into the water and let her body float up to the surface of the water.

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Spreading her arms out to the side, she closed her eyes and enjoyed her float. Then, resigned to the fact that the beach would not remain hers forever, she flipped over and began crawling in on her hands, body trailing behind her in a buoyant float.

She had drifted out a bit, though not very far, and she could feel the water grow ever so slightly warmer as she reached the shallow slope of the beach. Focusing out at the beach, she prepared to hop to her knees and sprint for her clothes when she spotted him.

Only yards away, a man was laying on the beach. He wasn't facing her, in fact he was on his back, eyes closed. But it wouldn't take much for him to open his eyes and see her as she attempted to emerge from the water.

Who goes to the beach at 7am? She thought.

All she could tell from her distance was that he was wearing blue jeans, no shoes, and no sunglasses. He had brought a beach towel that he was now resting on, and his hair was some shade of light brown.

Watching him, her initial fear of having been discovered was slowly replaced by the stupidity she felt for sitting in the water while he clearly wasn't paying any attention to her. He's probably asleep, she thought to herself, its been like 10 minutes and he hasn't so much as shifted.

Bracing herself, she made the decision to stand up, cover her bits, and exit the water as quickly as possible without running and splashing about. Taking a breath she stood up and blocked herself...

(Story to Be Continued....)

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