Lori decided that today was gonna be the day. She had done everything else she could think of to get her new neighbor’s attention, so she decided to go the direct route. She had baked a batch of her famous spice cookies and all was set to deliver him some. She checked her look in the mirror again and felt decidedly naughty. She had on her new gold lame’ bikini which popped against her satiny tanned skin, and a pair of strappy heels. Light makeup with her long, wavy, chestnut hair hanging loosely to her waist completed the look. At 42 she was still in her prime: long and lean with curves in all the right places. Lori was a very sexy woman.
As usual, the object of her attention was out in his workshop. The large structure was previously used as a mother-in-law cottage, but 6 months ago when Henry Johnson moved in, he retrofitted it to create a workshop for his woodworking projects. Henry was a big man, tall and stocky. He was a widower and 57 years old. He bought the new house in Alabama to be closer to his daughter and her brood, and had noticed Lori the day he moved in. He generally made a practice of avoiding married women. Usually. But the little minx was asking for it. He adjusted himself as he looked out his shop window and saw her coming out of her house into the back yard.
Lori was nervous and excited as she made her way towards the workshop. Even though she was happily married and not one to run around on her husband, she found herself inexplicably drawn to the quiet, older man next door. She and her husband Mark had a good but vanilla sex life, yet something was missing. She frequently had heated thoughts about Henry and imagined him handling her roughly, in some raw and primal way. He made her want to do dark and deviant things.
Henry opened the shop door after seeing her approach and asked how he could help her. Lori was craning her neck to look past him into the shop. Henry stepped sideways to block her view. She smiled brightly up at him. “Hi Henry! I just baked these and wanted to bring you some,” said Lori handing him the little basket of warm cookies. “What are you doing in there? I would love to see your workshop.” Henry’s eyes devoured her slowly, from top to tasty bottom. He weighed her request carefully before turning to let her go into his sanctuary. “Sure Lori. Be my guest.” His pants grew tighter as he watched her barely covered ass sashay past him.
Lori inspected the tidy shop but was largely transfixed by the odd wooden contraption in the center of the space. It looked like some kind of torture device or sex prop. It had padding and straps, and looked adjustable. It was clearly meant to restrain someone. She never heard Henry close and lock the door as she continued looking it over. “What is this? Something for sex?” Henry walked up beside her. “It can be used for sex, but this is a spanking bench. I am making it for a client. It’s almost finished. Do you want to try it out? Go ahead, you know you want to. Climb on.” Lori giggled and thought: Why the hell not?
With Henry’s help she mounted and assumed the correct position on the bench. “Hey! This is pretty comfortable!” Lori could feel her body responding to such a prone and exposed position as Henry swung the legs wide and locked them in place. She was basically on all fours with her legs spread shoulder width apart, and her ass hiked high in the air. “Why all the straps? Is this for a slave or something?” she laughed. Henry began buckling the straps as he spoke, “The straps are both physical restraints as well as psychologically erotic. The spankee is restrained, and therefore must submit to the will of another. Feelings of helplessness can be a great stimulant for many.”
Lori could feel the delicious involuntary movement of her pussy, as her wetness began to crest her external lips, and her clit began to swell and peak from its hood. Her nipples were hard now as she raked them across the padded bench. The feel of Henry’s rough, calloused hands as they lightly grazed her skin while securing all the straps was driving her wild. She felt very wanton.
Henry instructed, “Raise your hips for a sec, I want to slide this pillow under them.” She complied as the pillow pushed her ass up and out farther. Then she felt the final strap, a wide leather one, go across the small of her back. As Henry tightened the restraint, it pulled her down, arching her back until it was almost uncomfortable. Once she was secured, Henry pulled a chair over close to her head, sat down and looked at her. Lori was smiling and moving a little bit. “Wow! This is really secure. I can’t really move anything but my head, hands, and feet. Ok. Thanks for the demonstration. I would like to get up now.”
“Are sure about that? I thought you wanted to try the spanking bench. Have you ever been spanked Lori? Have you ever been punished?” Henry rose and moved to a huge cabinet behind him, opening its doors to reveal his collection: toys, restraints, and spanking implements including paddles, floggers, a tawse, leather straps, canes, brushes, and a few riding crops.
Lori’s gasp filled the silence. Her heart rate tripled, her palms got moist, and her breathing quickened and became shallow.
Henry smiled knowingly. “Well, do you want to continue? If you decline, this will be your only opportunity to play with me.”
A million thoughts rushed through Lori’s mind as the opening chords to The Clash’s “Should I Stay or Should I Go” played on her internal soundtrack. “Ummm I have no idea what I would be agreeing to! Is there a beginner’s spanking? Something mild? I have no desire for permanent marks! I’m scared Henry.”
Henry ***********ed a small rubber flogger and walked slowly towards her. “I will never harm you Lori. I will let you experience some measured pain. If you allow me, I will also give you much pleasure which is only sweetened by the pain. I am an experienced Dom and have been spanking subs, naughty girls, and Brats for decades. You are in good hands. Relax my dear.” As he spoke he lightly trailed the flogger across her back, ass, and thighs, then up the other side again. He finger combed her mane of hair, pulling it off to one side, and revealing her neck. He leaned over and breathed on her neck, hair and ear, drinking in the delicious, slightly musky smell of her. He whispered, “What is your decision?”
“If you will stop and release me when I ask you to, then….yyyyes. I have always been curious to see what this is like. I want to know what you want to do to me.”
Henry laughed as he started to flog her ass and thighs using whisper soft strokes. Lori moaned and jerked as he edged his strokes closer to her bikini bottoms and most sensitive places. He increased the stroke velocity and kept alternating his target areas to cover her entire ass and upper and inner thighs, with the occasional strike finding her clit and anus. Lori cried out and strained against her restraints.
“Lori, do you think you deserve to be punished?” Henry continued flicking the flogger against her ass, thighs, and the visible damp spot now growing on the crotch of her bikini bottoms.
“No, I do not. I am basically a good person.” she breathed. Lori was hyper aware of the contrasting stings of the flogger against her growing desire. “I have never done anything bad to you.”
“Oh, Lori… Come now, we both know that’s not true.” Henry laid the flogger down and lightly raked his fingernails up the back of her thighs. He studied her firm, sexy backside; she had pinked-up a good bit now from the flogging.
“I think you are a shameless tease. You seem determined to see if you can get a response out of me.” Henry smacked his cupped hand on her right cheek and held it there for a moment. Lori gasped.
“Slathering oil all over yourself and posing out by your pool every day,” He smacked her other cheek and held it now. “… or gardening next to my fence wearing Daisy Dukes and down on all fours weeding. But that was not enough was it?” Henry applied six more medium hard smacks alternating cheeks. Lori groaned and squirmed the best she could in her secured position. She was breathing hard and her heart was racing now.
Henry walked over to the cabinet containing his collection and after a moment’s consideration ***********ed a 16 x 4 inch leather paddle. “In the past few weeks, have you not purposefully been leaving your curtains open on my side of your house and walking around naked?” Lori just stared at him as he towered over her holding the paddle. She was breathing hard now.
Henry smoothed the paddle across her ass for a few seconds before bringing it home swiftly across her sit spots. “Answer me girl! Admit that you did it on purpose to tease me and that you deserve to be punished!” He delivered two more quick swats across her sit spot.
“YES!! Damn it! Yes, I was tired of you ignoring me. Oh my God that hurts!”
Henry chuckled softly and laid the paddle across her back. “Well Lori, since you seem so set on showing yourself to me…” He untied both sides of her bikini bottoms and slowly pulled them straight up, tugging and dragging them against her clean shaven lips. “Ooooooooo,” Lori moaned loudly as she tried to grind her needy clit against the thin fabric sliding over her.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. You are such a naughty girl, Lori. Look at how wet these bottoms are now. It seems you are enjoying your punishment. Let’s see if we can’t improve upon that moan.” He removed the paddle and walked back to his collection and ***********ed a 12 x 2 inch thick leather strap with a well-worn wooden handle.
Lori was sweating now and very wet. She was panting. “Oh, Henry… I don’t think I can stand the belt! Please….”
“I believe you also wanted me to hear you as you pleasured yourself loudly through your open windows. I want to hear you moan and cry out for me like that now. Don’t you think you owe me that?” Henry swung the strap soundly across the top of her creamy cheeks which seemed whiter against her tan lines.
“OHHHAAAAhhhhh!!!” Lori clenched and unclenched her bubble but rapidly, and rocked slightly side to side at the sting of the strike.
“What do you have to say for yourself young lady?” Again he swung the strap landing it with a loud smack against the center of her cheeks this time. The first lick was already turning a deep red. Henry rubbed his painful erection through his jeans as he watched the impact send shockwaves through her perfect ass.
Lori screamed as she jiggled and shook her burning butt. She fisted her hands and flexed her feet in vain. She was pinned firmly and could not escape. Her pussy wept freely now. She was soaked. “Please! Oh Please Henry! I can’t stand it! It hurts sooo bad. I want you… help me please…”
“Two more and we are finished.” There was no way he could stop now. He was compelled to finish painting his canvas. He had dreamed of this moment for weeks. He unzipped his fly and allowed his impressive manhood to spring free. He moved to where she had a good view of him. “Will you finish and claim your reward?” he asked, stroking himself and thumbing the oozing precum across his head.
Lori’s mouth went dry as she gazed longingly at his cock. Her pussy clinched in anticipation. She licked her lips and said “Yes, Henry. Oh God yes! Finish me. Use me. Please!”
Henry wasted no time landing the third and hardest blow with the strap across her sit spot. Lori screamed and wailed a long guttural sound like a wounded animal, thrashing against her restraints. Henry gently brushed his fingers across her fiery red cheeks, and traced one pass up her drenched slit to her anus. He plucked it lightly a few times. She bucked and moaned at the sensation. “PLEASEEEEE!!!” She begged.
As soon as she calmed enough to be still he brought the strap down one final time across the tops of her thighs just under the sit spot. Her screams were ear piercing and a neighbor’s dog began to bark outside in the distance. Lori shook, trembled, and shivered and fought like mad to get free. She worked her ass flexing and bucking in constant movement.
Henry began undoing her restraints. “Now comes the aftercare and your reward. I think you are really going to enjoy this my naughty girl. This is your first lesson. You will learn to worship my cock.”