I had been expecting Derek to get in touch all day. I hadn’t been able to concentrate on anything and kept flitting around the house from thing to thing unable to rest of relax. I knew that he would be in touch but what time? And when he did, what would he want me to do to atone for my silly Internet escapade the previous evening?

As the day dragged on I kept checking my emails and making sure that the phones were both fully charged and that I had not missed a call but nothing. I realized that the waiting, the uncertainty was probably the worst part for me. I was still not really sure whether or not he would want me to apologise or whether my actions had been SO BAD that he would just turn and walk away without a backward glance.

Monday finally dragged into Tuesday and I knew that I couldn’t hide indoors for the full three days until my children came home. I would have to stock up with food and other necessities. I pulled my old coat over my old baggy joggers, stuffed my feet into a pair of trainers and headed for the shops hoping that I wouldn’t bump into anyone I knew.

As I shuffled round the displays I felt isolated but also overwhelmed by the crowds that were shopping around me. I finally paid and was about to leave when an extremely smart woman came up to me. She really looked like a model, tall, with long blonde hair, immaculate clothes and she was wearing what was obviously an extremely expensive pair of designer sunglasses.

“Is your name Ali Hughes?” She asked. I nodded dumbstruck that someone like her would even know of my existence. “I was asked to give you this,” she said slipping a large jiffy bag into my trolley. Without another word she turned and walked off. I looked at the package and couldn’t imagine what it might contain but decided that I had better not open it until I got home.

I unpacked the shopping, checked the phones again and then finally made a cup of tea and as I finally sat down to drink it I knew I couldn’t put off opening the package any further.

Firstly I examined the outside. It was fairly anonymous, just a printed label with my name on it so I cautiously opened the end and emptied the contents onto my kitchen table. The first thing I saw was a typed note, not signed but clearly from Derek;

"I can’t imagine why you let yourself look such a fright Ali. You are a disgrace. Meet me tonight at 8.00 at the flat. Bring the things indicated on the enclosed list and make sure you wear the clothes specified. Don’t be late – that, on top of everything else, would be unforgivable."

Feeling very nervous but also a little excited to finally be facing what I knew must be my sternest punishment to date, I examined the other contents of the bag. There was a pair of ear plugs, a blind fold, three lengths of satin cord – the kind that could be used to tie curtains back and one of the sexiest sets of underwear I had ever seen, black, sheer, seductive although I judged it to be a little on the small side. With them was a note saying ‘wear these with your black dress, stockings and heels. Nothing else. Make sure you look decent, I don’t want to see you looking like you have this afternoon.’ I could guess what he meant by that, Derek hated seeing me without make up and with messy hair – just as I had been when I went shopping that afternoon.

It was only 2.45. I had over 5 hours to wait before I was to present myself to My Man. I don’t think I have ever know time drag as much as it did that afternoon but finally, at 6.30 I decided I could start to get ready. First I ran a deep bath using the special scented bubble bath that he had given me to use before me met. I usually loved lying there, anticipating the pleasures to come but now my anticipation was tinged with a real fear. What if he hurt me? Would he really hurt me, he never had but then I didn’t think I had ever really given him cause.

Rising out of the bath I rubbed by body with the body lotion that matched the bath essence and wrapped a large towel round myself as I walked back into my room. I saw the underwear on the bed. Could that really fit me? I knew that I had to wear it and so let the towel slip down as I put my arms into the bra. I had to reach down to lift my ample breast into the cups before doing it up at the back. The cups finished just below my nipples, which were pert and prominent. My cleavage was incredible and I realized that this bra was possibly the sexiest undergarment I had ever worn.

I then picked up the thong knickers. Slipping them on the strap nestled into by bum and I realized that once dressed it would look as if I wasn’t wearing any knickers at all! I slipped on my hold up stockings and got my special black dress out of the wardrobe. Derek had bought this for me and it had an incredibly low neckline and slits up the side that made even my legs look long. I finally slipped on my uncomfortable fuck me now shoes before sitting down to do my hair and make up.

When I finally got up and looked at myself in the mirror I was amazed. The woman who looked back at me didn’t seem to be me at all; she was tall, elegant and very, very sexy. Smiling to myself with a bit more confidence I picked up my bag grabbed my long black coat and headed for the door.

Ten minutes later, at 7.55 exactly I rang his bell.

Derek took his time opening the door. I estimate that I was waiting on the doorstep for at least five minutes when the door finally swung open and he appeared. He was wearing a black suit and shirt with a black tie and looked both menacing and, I have to admit, rather sexy. He didn’t talk but indicated with a small movement of his head that I was to go inside and enter his sitting room.

I had only been in this room once before and it was still strange to me. The studded leather sofas and polished tables were chic if a bit severe and I was fascinated by the collection of pictures and ornaments that covered the walls and mahogany shelves. I stood in the centre of the room on one of his fine Persian rugs waiting for him to come through. I knew that to sit down would be presumptuous.

Once again Derek kept me waiting and as I stood there I found that I was getting more and more excited and at the same time felt a thrill of fear run through me. What had he in mind for tonight and why had I been asked to bring such a strange collection of things with me.

Eventually Derek came in and went over and sat in the imposing seat in front of the fire. Looking at me his eyes almost seemed sad and he shook his head.

“Ali, where do we go now?” He said in his deep, silky voice. “I am at a loss and deeply hurt by your actions.” Hurt, did he say hurt? I knew he would be angry but I did not expect him to feel hurt?

“You see I feel we have come to an important crossroads, we either move through this unfortunate incident to a new and stronger relationship or we call it a day right here and now. What do you want?”

“I need to be with you,” I gasped, “You are everything to me, punish me, show me how wrong I was but please, I beg you, don’t leave me.” I could hear that my voice was rising in pitch and getting breathless as I spoke.

“But the point is Ali do you trust me? Do you trust me to know what is best for you? To look after you and lead you?”

He continued in a slow and measured voice. “On Sunday night I realized that you had been looking for sex and pleasure with someone else. That’s against everything that we agreed. You didn’t trust me to know what was best for you, you didn’t trust me to know that you needed me, and most of all you clearly didn’t trust me to come to you and ease your frustrations on one of the rare days that you had the house to yourself. Instead you went out looking for gratification else where, something you knew was absolutely forbidden.”

He paused and I could see that he was really affected by what he was saying. “Ali, you didn’t trust me and without trust we have NOTHING. You know that.”

“But Derek I DO trust you,” I insisted. “You told me you were busy, I was only playing. It didn’t mean anything, it wasn’t even real, and it was just a fantasy!” I was almost pleading with him now and had moved forward towards him.

“Stay where you are,” he said sternly. “Ali, no one knows better than me that you are more than capable of acting out your fantasies – didn’t I start as a naughty fantasy only become real when you gave yourself to me for correction on our first date?”

I couldn’t argue with him. I knew he was right but I needed to persuade him that this was different. I knew that I loved him, truly and deeply and couldn’t go on living without him. I knew that, whatever it took, I would try and show him this.

“Derek, tell me how to show you how much I trust you? Tell me how to make it up to you?” I could hear that my voice was pleading with him now; I needed him to accept me again and would take whatever punishment he wanted to meet out to prove that I was his. I also realized that, although I feared his retribution, there was a part of me that was looking forward to experiencing his domination and the gratification I would surely be allowed at the end if I pleased him.

“Ali, if you are serious you must be completely obedient tonight and prove that you trust me completely. I have to tell you that you have hurt me by your actions and so I must punish you, to make sure that you understand how serious this is and to make sure that we have a firm foundation to move forward again. Do you accept whatever punishment I ask from you?”

“How can you ask that?” I replied. “I have always accepted your leadership.”

“Only, it seems, when you have thought there was a real possibility of my being around to check up on you.” Derek replied flatly. “Tonight we must move this forward so that your acceptance is complete, whether we are together or not. Do you accept my terms?”

“I do.” I said meekly looking down at the rug and feeling a surge of excitement rising in my hot warm cunt.

Derek moved forward and cupped my chin in his right hand. He told me to take off my coat and lazily started to examine me. At last he seemed satisfied and placing both hands on my shoulders moved me firmly across the room to stand in front of his large picture window. I realized immediately that my forthcoming humiliation would be visible to anyone walking down the street and idly looking into the window. This was exciting and I could feel my juices start to drench the tiny crotch of my knickers at the thought.

He moved back and sat in his comfortable armchair, which was positioned so that he could see every action I made in exquisite detail.

“Start removing your clothes Ali,” he commanded, but you must do this and everything else I command exactly as I instruct. Any deviation will add to your punishment. Start by removing your shoes and then taking off your stockings. Now turn around and bend over pulling your dress very slowly over your bottom.” I stood there for what seemed like ages but must in reality have been no more than three minutes with my ample backside, which still had slight signs of Sunday’s spanking, facing him. I was getting wetter by the moment as I expected him to move forward and spank me there and then but to my surprise he didn’t move. Eventually he relented and ordered me to finish removing the dress and turn to face him.

I was now only wearing my new and sexy underwear. I knew it looked great and would provoke him.

“Now remove your knickers and bring them to me!” he ordered sharply. I meekly complied noting as I did so that they were wet through and that my juices were already starting to trickle down my inner thigh.

“You are a hot and horny naughty girl aren’t you today Ali.” He said putting my knickers to his nose. “You had better clean these up so they are fit to wear again, hadn’t you?” So saying he handed the knickers back to me and indicated that I was to suck them clean of my juices.

When he was satisfied he asked me where the other things he had asked me to bring were. I handed him my black bag and watched as he laid them side-by-side on his side table. Without another word he got up and moved me to the wall at the side of the fireplace, a position that was still in full view of passing pedestrians.

“Stand facing the wall with your feet about two feet apart, Ali” he commanded “and put your hands on those brackets above your head.” I did as he commanded knowing that what was to follow would provide me with pleasure as well as some inevitable and well-deserved pain.

Derek moved slowly towards me picking up items from the table on his way. Firstly he placed the blindfold over my eyes and then inserted the earplugs. I was amazed how disorientated I felt without the senses of sight and hearing. Then I felt him wrap something around each wrist and quickly realized that my hands were being firmly tied to the brackets I was holding.

I had often fantasized about being tied up but had never expected to experience it for real. I felt Derek’s hands starting to explore my body in a lazy way finally moving to my pert breasts. I was becoming more and more excited and knew that my nipples were erect and tight. Derek’s hands explored them, pinching them firmly sending shivers of pain and pleasure through me. His hands moved to my back undoing my bra, which he allowed to fall, landing on my right foot.

As he worked his hands started to explore my moist lips and I knew, although I couldn’t see him, that he would be pleased by their state of excited anticipation.

Suddenly I realized that he had left me and it occurred to me that I was completely at his mercy, tied up and naked. He appeared to be gone for ages and I was trying to turn towards him to see if I could see or hear anything through my sensual blackout but it was useless.

I have no idea how long I was tied up there. I lost all sense of time but finally became aware that he was back behind me but this time he was running the other piece of satin rope over my body. I tensed in anticipation, he had never used anything but his hands on me but maybe today would be different.

I felt him push my head further towards the wall and pull my legs out behind me so that my body was making a triangular shape against the wall. I waited and know I counted to fifty before I felt the first sting of the cord on my buttocks. It was quite unlike the now familiar feel of his firm spanking hand, this stung as it bit into my flesh but seemed to ache less after each stroke. The cord continued to rain down on my bum and legs and I think I counted fifteen strokes before it stopped.

I didn’t know what to think. The whole experience had actually been less painful that I would have expected but my throbbing cunt lips confirmed how arousing it had been. I instinctively moved my legs nearer the wall again but Derek’s strong hands forced them further apart and I felt him explore my drenched hole with first two then three and finally four fingers.

I gasped as he pushed his hand further and further into me until finally his whole fist was pumping my depths. His hand was pushing me further and further off the floor and my gasps and downward thrusts showed my appreciation. Finally he ordered he to hold the brackets tight and rising himself against me he lifted me first onto tiptoes and then almost completely off the floor as his fist pumped my depths. With a huge groan I came and could feel my cum gush down over his still clenched fist and down my legs.

As I finished he let my feet come down to rest on the floor again giving my right buttock a sharp slap.

I felt him reach up and untie my hands and as my arms fell by my side I felt that the experience I had just had was one of the scariest but most exciting of my life. He removed my earplugs and said;

“OK Ali, now get down on all fours.” I knew better than to delay and immediately fell onto my knees. “Now crawl” he ordered.

I don’t think anyone who has never experienced crawling around blindfold could ever imagine the degradation that I felt at that moment. The only thing that kept me going was knowing that it was Derek, a man I trusted completely, in charge. I couldn’t quite work out how he managed to be in so many places at once but as I crawled I could feel him pursuing me, alternatively tickling me in a teasing way with the cord and pushing his wet fingers into my cunt and tight ass. The humiliation was exquisite.

This game went on for what seemed like hours but can’t really have taken more than a few minutes. At the end Derek reached down and taking my hand helped me onto my feet. He led me out of that room and upstairs. I guessed we were heading for his bedroom. As we went in I could hear music playing as he sat down on the edge of the bed and pushed me into my now familiar position over his knee.

I was surprised to find him naked, surprised as I couldn’t work out when he had had time to remove his clothes. I was delighted to feel his familiar hardness poking into my stomach. We knew the score now, he would spank me and then no longer able to hold back he would enter me and satisfy me as only he could.

I waited, confident and excited. Derek reached for something beside him on the bed and then with an almighty thwack brought something hard and rough down on my upturned bum. The thing kept coming towards me and, although the pain was not much more than I usually received from his firm hands, the sounds were incredible.

“Count Ali” he ordered and obediently I counted the twelve blows. As he finished his hands seemed to become gentler as he said:

“This table tennis bat has left dimple impression on your backside my naughty naughty girl. But you really are insatiable aren’t you? Just look at your cunt, swollen, throbbing and wet. You have been a good girl though, you have taken your punishment so now you will receive your reward.”

So saying he lifted me onto the bed where his hands rubbed a soothing balm into my battered bum.

“This time it will be very sore when you sit down for a few days but you DID deserve it didn’t you.”

“Yes Derek, I know I did wrong. I love you and trust you – can’t you see how much I trust you?”

“You’ve done well. Are you up to a small reward?” He teased now waiting for an answer. “First though I think that you need to give me a little attention, don’t you?” he continued moving round so that my lips could feel his hard, strong cock. I obediently opened my mouth and started to work on him.

As I worked I was surprised to hear a buzzing sound coming from the far side of the room. It continued to buzz throughout my long slow attention to his cock. Obviously not wanting to cum yet he pulled back just before I knew he was ready to climax and the buzzing sound died down.

I could feel him lie down beside me and wasn’t surprised when he ordered me to move onto him and ride. As I came down on his cock I thought my insides would explode and we started to thrust against each other. As I was concentrating so hard on my work I didn’t hear the buzzing start again immediately but became aware that it was moving towards me. There was someone else in the room, I was immediately alert and arched my head back to see if through the blindfold I could catch any indication of who it was. Derek roughly pulled me back towards him.

“Trust, Ali, trust. Your job is to work on me.” I knew that I had no alternative other than to return to my work which I did but was not really surprised to feel first a trickle of oil hitting my ass hole followed by a humming cold object which was being pressed more and more firmly at my tight but slowly yielding entrance. Whoever was in the room with us was pushing the vibrator deeper and deeper into my ass.

The sensation of the vibrator and Derek’s enormous cock was incredible and I rode both with an abandon that even I would never have expected. I held back as long as I could to prolong this exquisite experience before letting my body rock and writhe to the most massive orgasm I had ever experienced.

As I finally slowed down and became aware of my surroundings again I realized that Derek had rolled out from underneath me leaving me in a doggy position. He gently knelt in front of my face and without a word I took his hot cock, drenched with my cum, into my mouth and started to tease and play with him. I could hear him start to moan as whoever had been working my rear pushed their face into my still dripping cunt and started to eat me in the most delightful way. I was amazed at the smooth face my second lover had but starting to enjoy the experience I started to push back hard taking their darting tongue deeper and deeper into my hole.

We continued like this for some minutes until both Derek and I could hold back no more and as he cried out and shot his hot creamy cum down my eager throat my second lover took me to a second, almost as shattering orgasm.

As we finally collapsed into a heap Derek gentle took my head in his hands and wiping a dribble of his cum from the side of my mouth gentle removed my blindfold.

“Ali, you have done well. I hope that you won’t be too sore tomorrow but let me introduce you to you mystery lover.”

Looking up I was amazed and astonished to find myself looking into the face of the smart woman who had delivered the message to me in the supermarket only a few hours before. She was smiling as she wiped my cum from outside her mouth.

“Ali, this is Debs, an old friend. I knew that you needed to experience your fantasy but could not let you experiment with another man so I called her up and asked for her help. Did you like the way that she stung you with the cord and helped me chase you round the room?”

Astonished but delighted I looked from one to the other. They were clearly in this together and had shared the punishment and the fantastic double penetration sex.

“I asked you to trust me Ali and you did, completely. I always knew you were the woman for me and now you have proved it.” He paused giving me time to examine Deb’s fantastic tanned and muscular body. She really was incredible!

“I think you owe Debs a big thank you,” He continued, “she talked me into tonight, I was determined to walk away but she reasoned that if you would submit to this and trust me enough to enjoy it then we have a real future ahead of us.”

I just nodded, still dumbstruck. Then it crossed my mind that Debs had been playing but I didn’t think that she had cum herself yet. I looked towards her and then at Derek. I knew with absolute certainty that I could not face watching them continue together or know that they were enjoying themselves after I had left. Derek saw me and seemed to read my thoughts;

“I see that you know how it feels to be jealous now Ali. You’ll never really know what has gone before but lets keep things simple. You know that Debs deserves a thank you and I think it is really up to you to show your appreciation and give it to her.”

There was clearly a lot more to explore and experience that evening but that, as they say, THAT is another story.