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Get your own Free Home PageI had been wooing Mary for at least a year but with no real results to show for my efforts. All she wanted was to be good friends. She was willing to go out with me on what would normally be called dates but the evenings always ended with a polite peck on the cheek or a handshake. A few times I almost managed to get a real kiss but something invariably interrupted us and broke the mood. I finally decided to call it quits.
First of all, my heart couldn't take any more of the roller coaster. It would soar when I was with her and then come crashing down when I once again realized that my hopes for a long term romantic relationship were in vain. I had to move on and as long as I kept seeing her I knew I could never give my heart to another woman. Therefore, we had to break up.
Of course, we couldn't officially split since we were never a real couple but the aftereffect would be the same. We would stop seeing each other, our friends wouldn't include both of us at parties and if we met in the street we could ignore each other.
I knew it would lead to a lot of tears, mostly from my eyes but in time I would get over her. It was going to be painful but I couldn't see any other course. I resolved to tell her at our normal Friday night dinner date.
When I picked her up she plopped into the car seat and exclaimed, "I've had it. Can't anybody in my office make a decision or do anything on their own? Why do they always have to come to me for advice? I'm tired of being the one responsible for everything. Just for once I'd like it if someone else took control. Tell me what to do and I'll do it. No thinking, no questioning, no arguments, just blind obedience. I'll be a little robot that does nothing but follow orders. Let's get something to eat, I'm starved."
I made the mistake of asking where she wanted to go and got a brief harangue. "Didn't you listen to me? I'm not making any more decisions today. Why do you have to be so damn considerate all the time? That's your biggest problem. You're always a nice guy. We always go to the places I want to go to. Tonight, you're in charge. You decide where we're eating and what we're going to do afterwards."
I thought a moment. Maybe this was my chance. If I acted like a boor she might learn to dislike me enough to agree that we'd be better off going our separate ways. I smiled and said, "We're going to Harley's."
She groaned, "No, not there."
I shook my head. "Sorry Mary, you said it was my choice and that's where we're going."
Harley's was a little hole in the wall place on the outskirts of town and as the name suggests, it was frequented by some of the seedier elements with a number of large motorcycles parked outside. But they had great barbequed ribs. A good place to get a great meal as long as you didn't mind a little less than perfect ambience. I had suggested it a number of times before and she always objected so it suited my plan for this night perfectly. She would hate it and think less of me.
Unfortunately, she loved it. She called it quaint and agreed that the food was delicious. Her only complaint was that she felt slightly over-dressed. She was wearing a nice tailored blouse and tight slacks that hugged her every curve deliciously. I never understood why women dressed that way if they didn't want men to look at them but maybe she was used to polite appreciative glances rather than the blatant stares of the fellows in Harley's. She said, "Next time we go there give me advance warning so I can wear old clothes and definitely something a lot looser. I swear every one of those guys was mentally disrobing me and given half a chance, would be happy to do it for real. It was as if I was on display for their pleasure and I felt like a cheap sex object."
Maybe the first part of my plan didn't work out but her last comment gave me a great idea. We went back to my place and she asked what I had planned for the rest of the evening. Of course, I didn't tell her my real agenda but gave her a broad hint. I said, "I'll sit here and you stand in the middle of the room. We're going to continue the 'Mary doesn't make any decisions and lets me tell her what to do' game."
She shrugged and replied, "O.K. What do you want me to do?"
I should mention that her house was easily within walking distance and it was a warm night so she wasn't dependent on me to drive her home. She could leave whenever she wanted to. The only thing I had to do was be obnoxious enough to get her to run away. With that in mind my first command was for her to raise her hands as high as she could as if she was trying to touch the ceiling. She was still unsure of where this was heading but she complied. She was a marvelous sight as she stretched herself upwards and her tight clothes enhanced her natural beauty. I told her to do a slow turn and it was obvious I was enjoying the view of her body. After completing a full circle she said, "I feel very exposed. It's odd but this is close to the way I felt in Harley's."
I nodded. "That's the idea. What did you say about the men there?"
She had a funny look on her face and with a bit of uncertainty she answered me very slowly. "I said they were probably stripping me in their minds and wanted to do it for real. Is that what this is about?"
I nodded again. "You're catching on. I might as well tell you that I've personally indulged in similar fantasies about you and it's time to make it a reality. For tonight's game I want you to imagine that you're standing in the spotlight next to the jukebox in Harley's and all those guys are watching you. I'll bet they'd love to see you the way you're standing now but I disagree that they would want to take your clothes off of you in the restaurant. I think they, and I know that I would prefer to watch you do the honors. Take off your blouse."
She put her arms down and said, "You're kidding, right?"
I shook my head and reminded her of her comment at the start of the evening. "You said that I was in charge and you wanted to be a robot who followed orders without question or argument. I believe you said something about blind obedience and that's what I expect. Take it off and then put you arms back up again."
This was the moment. She was bound to see me as a lecherous cad and storm out of my life. Damn, she started unbuttoning the blouse. Granted, she looked very nervous and more than a little apprehensive but she pulled it open and neither of us said a word as it fell to the floor. Her bra was very sexy. Sheer to the point of almost being transparent. It barely concealed her lovely breasts and they almost popped out when she went back to her stretched out posture. After a few seconds of silent appreciation she did another rotation and waited for further orders.
Well if that didn't scare her away this one surely would. I said, "Now your slacks."
Good, she hesitated and her face showed signs of concern and maybe a bit of anger. My hopes rose as she looked around the room for an escape route. No such luck, she asked if she could bring out a chair from the dining room table and sit down to take off her shoes and socks first. My plan was deteriorating rapidly but I agreed. I was a little surprised when she stood up again. I thought that as long as she was seated she would use that opportunity to remove her slacks but she returned to the middle of the room and slowly undid the snaps and inched them down her legs bending just enough to get them off her feet. The pants were in a heap next to her blouse as she stretched one more time. It was evident that the bra and panties were a matching set and from what I could see through the translucent material she appeared to be a natural blonde.
I couldn't believe it. Here was the woman who wouldn't even give me a proper kiss and now she was standing half naked in my living room. Even though she's negating my overall strategy I must admit that I was beginning to enjoy the show. After a moment she asked, "Are we done yet?"
I couldn't tell if she was being eager or sarcastic but either one worked for me. I answered, "If you mean the stretching, Yes. You can put your hands down."
She relaxed and her arms fell to her side with no silly attempts to cover anything. I continued, "But I'm not done being the proxy for the men at Harley's. There's still a few items to be disposed of but they can wait a bit. Are you enjoying your night of no decisions?"
She hesitated before saying anything and when she did it wasn't an answer to my question. She looked at my crotch and said. "I can see that you are."
My arousal was evident and I wasn't the slightest bit ashamed of it. "Yes I am. You're a beautiful woman but I'm concerned that it might be too cold in here for you."
I pointed to the two distinct bumps poking out from her breasts and she blushed. I smiled and said, "I think that answers my question. Turn around and touch your toes. I want to get a good look at your rear end wrapped in those nice panties before they join the rest of the clothes on the floor."
She shook her head. "No. Don't make me do that. It's too embarrassing."
This was a new chance for me to be the bad guy so I snarled, "I don't care how much it embarrasses you. I gave you an order and you will obey. I told you I expected complete obedience and so far you've done a good job. Besides, we both know you're turned on and loving every bit of this so don't start playing coy with me. Just do as you're told or else."
Instead of storming out of the room she stared defiantly. "Or else what? You'll rip the rest of my clothes off and rape me? Just try it buster."
That would certainly accomplish my main objective but getting her out of my life wasn't worth going to prison for. She wanted to know the cost of disobedience and to be honest, I hadn't given that any thought. Then she inadvertently gave me the answer. She was looking around the room like a scared rabbit. Definitely planning the fastest way out just in case I gave her assumption serious consideration. Her eyes stopped at the dining room chair that she brought out when she took her shoes off. She glanced back at me for a second and I had a feeling that I knew what she was thinking. It was perfect. A good sturdy wooden chair with no arms and much more suitable than the upholstered one I was in.
I stood up, adjusted myself in my pants (see aforementioned arousal), and walked toward her. She took a small step back and put her hands behind herself for protection as she confirmed my hunch and pleaded, "No. Not that. Please don't spank me. I'll do whatever you tell me to."
It was a pitiful appeal and if her acquiescence was all I was after I might have been moved by it. However since my real objective was to scare her away I pulled one of her hands from its defensive position and led her to the chair. As soon as I was seated I pulled her down on my lap and said, "It's too late for promises. You're in this position for two reasons. First of all you wanted to see what I meant by 'or else'. Also because of the way you acted in Harley's when a bunch of guys just wanted to have a good look at a pretty woman. You haughtily glared back at them like some high and mighty princess looking down on lesser beings. So on their behalf and because you disobeyed me I'd say that you need a good spanking. In fact, it's probably long overdue."
She didn't get mad as I hoped although she started to repeat her earlier request that I not follow through with my intentions. That was a good sign but she added two words that changed the meaning of the original sentence entirely. Rather than just "Please don't spank me" it became "Please don't spank me too hard."
Wasn't anything going right? She wasn't leaving and she just let me know that she accepted my decree about spanking her. Well, I couldn't back down so I brought my hand down with a quick snap and she yelped. It was more in surprise than pain and I followed it with four or five more. She struggled a bit but I pushed her back down and marveled at the sight before my eyes. The panties were full cut and covered most of the surface. The thin material hugged her delightfully and I could almost see a few red marks from my hand. I rubbed the silky roundness and said, "I told you I wanted to see your rear end wrapped in panties and that's what I'm looking at now. It feels very nice also. I can't wait to see it uncovered. By the way, the few swats I just gave you were just an introduction. A real spanking is never over any clothes no matter how flimsy. It has to be on bare skin. Wouldn't that be interesting to try? You don't have to answer. It would be fun for me and you already gave up your right to an opinion. By all rights I should pull those panties down and give you the kind of spanking you so richly deserve but I think I'll wait until you take them off yourself. Get up and take your bra off. It doesn't leave much to the imagination but I've waited a long time to see those two beauties so a little suspense of seeing them exposed will make it even better. Do it nice and slow."
As she stood up I remember thinking, "Now's your chance Mary. Slap my face, call me a bastard, put your clothes on, storm out my house and out of my life."
She disappointed me again. She had a few tears on her eyes but she moved back to the center of the room and said, "Is the light OK here? Can you and all filthy imaginary friends see everything?"
Ah, definite sarcasm but still no dash for the door. I answered in kind. "The light is just fine but we can't see the two things we want to see yet. Fix that."
She hung her head in shame and reached behind her. When her hands came forward they held the ends of the straps and as I directed, she let them hang while she ever so slowly pulled the shoulder straps down. I stared breathlessly for the full minute it took her to complete the job. She flushed anew when I commented on what I saw and pointed out that her nipples were really pointing out. I crooked a finger to beckon her closer. When she was within reach I cupped my hands around her breasts and rolled the hard bumps in my fingers. She moaned but it was one of pleasure. That would never do. I had to add a strong dose of humiliation to the mixture so I said, "I think it's time to let the other guys have a feel. Step back and close your eyes."
I walked around her and grabbed one breast or the other from all angles as I moved about and voiced the sort of things an uncouth crowd would say. Her face was turning bright red but she stoically stood still until the first time a hand grabbed her rear end and squeezed it roughly. She jumped and tried to defend her virtue by begging them (me?) to stop and that she wasn't that kind of girl and that it was humiliating to have strangers pawing at her. I (we?) proved her wrong by our next physical contact. She jumped again as my hand went between her legs and found the crotch of her panties quite damp. Again I accused her of enjoying the way she was being treated and she shook her head in a vain attempt to deny it. I said there was only one to disprove my hypothesis. I snapped the waistband of her last remaining garment and said, "Take these off."
She hung her head and kept her eyes closed against the shame as she peeled the panties down and stepped out of them. Without the benefit of sight she lost her balance for a second but I was there to stabilize her. When she was completely au natural I told her to move her feet apart. She was still holding onto me while she did as I asked (commanded?) and I gave up on my plan to chase her away, at least for that night. I got a satisfied moan and she pushed herself into my hand as my fingers easily slid into her. I pulled my hand away and said, "Now, we're done. Care to join me in my bedroom?"
She opened her eyes and smiled. "I'd love to but I think you're wrong about finishing what you started."
I asked what she meant and she led me to the chair. "You said that I needed a spanking and that the swats you gave me didn't count since they weren't on my bare bottom. The real one was going to be after I took my panties off myself. As you are aware, I've done that and now there's nothing to protect me down there."
I was too shocked to react immediately. She then almost repeated her earlier plea verbatim but changed the last word. Rather than asking me not to spank her too hard she requested that it not be too long. It was obvious that she was willing to be spanked but I gathered from the change in her sentence that hard swats were now acceptable and perhaps even desired.
To be honest, I would've gladly forsaken the spanking in favor of bringing her to my bed but I gave her a few hard swats anyway. After a couple more I had a fleeting sense of revenge. I was giving the woman who scorned my romantic overtures a good and, in my mind, a well deserved spanking. Then my attitude changed as a light bulb went on in my feeble brain. She wanted me to spank her. Not just right then but from the moment she moved the chair to where it would be so convenient. It was not just happenstance that she directed my attention to it when I was looking for an appropriate 'or else'. How about her reaction to the rest of the things I made her do? She could've left at any time but she didn't. Even when I ordered her to do the most embarrassing and humiliating things she was aroused by it. I missed the big hint that she gave me when the evening started. She said that my problem was that I was too nice all the time. What she was really saying was that she wanted me to be more aggressive. I felt like a fool. The key to her heart was in front of me all night and I missed it. Did she know I would finally catch on? Was that why she asked me not to spank her too long? So that as soon as I figured everything out I would stop and take her in my arms for a long awaited kiss?
Well, that's what I did and it was a kiss worth waiting for.
Life is good.
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