My lover, my sexual master, had left. I was alone and try as I might I could not help fretting about whether I had lost him for good this time. Why oh why hadn’t I turned my computer off or at least closed the window so that the incriminating evidence of my very very naughty fantasies in the sexy chat room would be lost for ever. Instead after a wonderful, if unexpected evening with Derek, I had woken to find him moving across to shut down the computer so that he could sleep.

I don’t suppose he expected to see much of importance but instead he found himself staring at my provocative and explicit language addressed to someone I didn’t even know and reading my fantasies of a threesome with two healthy, fit and virulent students.

On our first night together he had made it clear that he would not accept me looking at or flirting with anyone else. I was to be a strictly one-man woman and that man was him. He had explained that he would leave me if I truly misbehaved and minor misdemeanors would be punished.

As he had finished reading he had got up and left indicating that he would think through the situation and let me know what would happen next. I feared him leaving me most of all but I also couldn’t help fearing his punishment.

As I lay there, feeling the gaping space next to me in the bed that should have been filled by my lover I realized that I truly loved him. Oh we had met through one of the adult ads sites and at first I was wary of him. He had answered my rather flirtatious ad and had immediately realized that I liked my men to dominate me a little.

As I lay there I remembered his early messages, full of the fantasy of mild domination and remembered how attracted but also how nervous I had been of actually meeting someone who appeared to want to act out one of my deepest fantasies. Oh I had had one lover before who had enjoyed spanking me a little but he was so concerned about hurting me that it hadn’t really worked. So when Derek got in touch I realized that this might be more than I had bargained for and I almost refused to talk to him and it was only his persistence that really started the ball rolling.

The first time we had met he had taken a room at a pub near my home. When I walked in I saw him immediately sitting at the far side of the bar and noted his strong jaw and deep, dark eyes. As I looked I felt my nipples stiffen and knew that my pussy was already anticipating the things we might get up to later. I walked across and as he got up I noted with approval his tall muscular frame, his firm hands as they clasped my shoulders and his minty breath as he gave me a wonderfully deep and lingering kiss.

As we waited for our meal we talked but, although I was actually beginning to eagerly anticipate the future pleasures the evening might hold, I couldn’t help myself and started to flirt with another man, who I knew vaguely from my children’s school, and who was sitting at the bar. Looking back later I wondered whether I was intentionally testing Derek’s dominant tendencies.

We had a good if slightly unexciting meal and as I came back from the inevitable trip to the ladies my erstwhile flirting partner stopped me for a quick chat and bought me a drink. I finally left him and took the drink back to the table where Derek and I had been eating only to find it empty with a curt note left saying he didn’t intend to be messed about. If I wanted to see him he would be in his room and giving his room number.

Now I thought long and hard before going up. I knew that if I went up I might be able to act out some of the fantasies that I had secretly harbored for years but I also knew that Derek was an unknown quantity and there was an element of risk. I finished my brandy and ordered another before getting up and in a slightly less than sober state of mind I followed the barman’s directions to room eight.

I felt rather foolish as I sheepishly knocked on the door and waited for his answer. It came as he opened the door in his coat, his bag closed and ready for departure.

“I had decided to give you another 5 minutes Ali and then I was going to leave. I won’t be messed about by you or by anyone and I won’t have any woman who is with me making eyes at another man. Those are my terms, if you want to get to know me better you will have to take them or I walk away out of your life for good.”

I stood there open mouthed. No one had ever spoken to me like that. I was the one who gave the orders at home and at work and now this man I hardly knew was laying down the law. Still as he looked at his watch and I saw him finally move back to pick up his case I stepped gingerly inside. Derek immediately saw my decision and seemed to relax. Coming over to me he said in a much kinder voice;

“I like you Ali, you turn me on in a way no one else has done for years but I won’t be made a fool of. If we move on you must agree to that and stick by your agreement. If you don’t I will have to punish you, do you understand what I mean?”

I looked up into his deep brown eyes, which seemed to be both a little wild but also full of compassion and mutely nodded. His face relaxed and he started to grin holding his arms out to me he said;

“Come here. There are rules but I make them for BOTH of our sakes. You can only be safe if you trust me completely and know that anything I do I do because I care for you and want to see you fulfilled and happy.” I nodded again and felt his strong hands remove the bag that had been over my shoulder and gently start to undress me.

When I was down to my naughty red and black lace bra, suspenders, and stockings he indicated that I was to undress him, which I did removing his shirt and tie and then kneeling so that I could admire the strong hard cock I could see straining to be released from his trousers. When he was finally undressed completely his eyes met mine and he simply asked;

“Ali, do you think that you behaved well tonight?” I looked at my feet and shook my head. I knew that there was no way my flirtatious behaviour could be described as ‘good’.

“And what do you think I should do to a naughty girl who teases her master?” He continued. I didn’t know what to say suddenly feeling horribly exposed standing in front of him in my sexiest underwear but feeling like a very bad primary school child. Derek continued;

“Ali, we have been frank enough in our texts. I think you know the rules. Are you willing to submit yourself to my guidance?” I nodded dumbly as he stretched out a hand and pulled me sharply towards him and then over his knee as he sat down firmly on the edge of the bed. I didn’t know what to expect. I had so little experience but could feel my cunt getting hotter and wetter by the second as I anticipated what was to come.

It was all much slower and more sedate than I had imagined. Derek spent what felt like ages but was probably only a few minutes running his smooth hands over the contours of my backside as if getting to know its feel. His fingers explored my hot wet lips and he smiled as he withdrew them slowly and offered them to me to lick clean. Then he was back rearranging my now taut suspenders so that they were stretched to my hips leaving a smooth white bottom with its tight pink ass staring up at him.

“I love looking at your ass,” he said gently running his fingers around its ridged edge. As I began to relax and feel that possibly the ‘punishment was going to be much less painful than I had thought when I felt the sharpest slap I had ever experienced rain down onto my right cheek. I let out a loud squawk of indignation. This wasn’t the gentle play that I had experienced before - this man was hurting me. As I squealed I felt him continue to slap my cheeks, first the right then the left with hard rhythmic blows. I lost count at 12 strokes as I became more and more fascinated by the feel of his cock growing to enormous proportions under me.

“It will always be harder than you expect or want Ali,” he said, “Hard enough to remind you of my presence for a number of days after I leave but not so hard as to stop you sitting down or going about your business as usual. I do it for your own good, to teach you how to behave with men and how to please the special man in your life – and I hope and trust that man will be me.”

As he said this I looked up at him and knew that he could read in my eyes the exquisite pleasure that I was getting from his attention. This is what I had always fanaticized about – a strong man who would be able to master me and who I would respect enough to serve willingly. He said that he would like me to count down the last 6 slaps and so pressing hard against his enormous erection I counted down 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 and then relaxed. He surveyed my bottom and said it had turned from lily white to cherry red and he thought I would enjoy the heightened sensations I would now get as we made love.

Slipping off his knee my hand felt behind me and was amazed by the heat coming from my backside. It was like a furnace, a true tribute to how hard the spanking had been. As I was thinking Derek started to gently push my head downwards and encourage me to drop onto my knees again. As I did so my mouth was level with one of the most magnificent cocks that I had ever seen.

Its end glistened with the precum that had started to seep out of him as he spanked me, his balls were large but so tight with anticipation. My hand felt for his strong shaft and started to pump and wank it rhythmically as the tip of my tongue teased the end of his dome, flicking in and out of his slit, circling and probing. Dereks hands where still on the top of my head, guiding my movement and I felt him relax and groan deeply.

“Ali, my balls,” he muttered shivering with pleasure as my hungry mouth reached down to take first one and then both of his tight hot balls deep inside. As I moved them around inside my mouth he gently pulled out and let me find his dome again. I looked up into his eyes trying to read his desires.

“I want to see you,” he said “I want to see you catch my cum.” I didn’t need any more persuading and licked and teased and pumped with all the concentration I could muster until I could feel him grow even larger in my mouth. Pulling back he grabbed hold of my hair positioning my face just below his now throbbing cock.

“Open your mouth,” he commanded “and let me see you catch it.” As I did a stream of warm salty cum shot out of him and I caught what I could in my mouth while the rest dribbled down my chin and splashed over my cheeks. As he relaxed his look was so tender and he leant down and caught the escaping cum with his fingers and massaged it into my face.

Somehow we crawled onto the bed and with a still smarting bum I dropped off to sleep in his arms.

It must have been an hour of so later that I woke with the familiar sensation knowing that I needed to go to the loo. I gently eased myself out of Derek’s arms and went into the bathroom catching sight of my bottom with its visible hand prints in the mirror.

As I return and tried to slide back onto the bed Derek looked up and in a sleepy tone said;

“Ready for round two Ali, I think it’s your turn to enjoy yourself.” I wasn’t sure what to expect and decided the easiest thing to do was to follow his instructions. He moved me onto my back, which felt extraordinary as my raw ass rubbed against the cotton sheets, and then pushed my knees up before positioning himself between my legs.

Now I had enjoyed a being eaten a few times before but nothing prepared me for the pleasure I found over the following thirty or forty minutes. Derek was a master at his art and seemed to know exactly where to go and what to touch to get me to respond. As I writhed in pleasure my backside moved against the sheets and heightened the sensations I was already enjoying to produce possibly the most erotic sexual experience of my life.

I lost count of the number of times I came and, as I am always prone to flooding when I am enjoying myself I was soon lying in a large and expanding patch made up entirely of my hot cunt juices. Throughout all of this Derek wouldn’t let me touch him, this was my time for pleasure he indicated and I was to lie back and enjoy it. I did as I was told like the obedient girl I knew he wanted me to be.

At last I though I could cum no more and collapsed into the bed exhausted. Derek lay beside me for a while before moving my hand back onto his cock, which was as hot and hard as hit had been earlier.

“Ali, you can’t relax yet,” he said indicating that I was to go onto all fours at the edge of the bed. I wearily did as I was bid and Derek got off the bed and with a playful slap started to use his fingers on first my cunt and clit and then, using their juices, moving back to my tight ass. “You like that don’t you?” he whispered not letting his rhythm drop for an instant. He moved nearer me and I could feel his hard horizontal cock boring into my bum and I realized that I wanted him inside me at that moment more than I could remember wanting anything.

“Wow, you’re a greedy one. Aren’t you?” his whispered into my ear. “If you want it you guide it in.” I didn’t need any further encouragement and taking his hot throbbing cock in my hands I positioned it on my cunt lips. He moved firmly and swiftly and with one enormous heave he pushed into me deeper and further than I could ever remember anyone entering before.

His hands reached round for my breasts, which he grasped firmly with both hands fingering my nipples roughly and he started to pump deeper and deeper into the very core of my being. As he pumped my bum tingled with the pain of my spanking and my feet started to almost lift off the ground with the violence of his movements. I wanted it to stop but I didn’t want it ever to stop.

Eventually with an almighty groan Derek swelled even further and his hot sweet cum splashed deep into my core. We collapsed and moved onto the bed, his cock still deep inside me and finally fell into an exhausted sleep.

The next morning I woke to find Derek had already got up and was running the water for a shower. As he stepped towards the cubicle he stretched his hands out to me with an invitation to come and join him. As I had to be at work in twenty minutes there wasn’t much time and we couldn’t play again but first he gently washed me down and then I followed exploring the whole of his beautiful body with the shower gel.

Stepping out he gently dried me and reached for the body lotion that was supplied with the room.

“Bend over, Ali” he instructed and lovingly rubbed the lotion into my still sore backside.

“Ali, I remember, I won’t be made a fool of, not now, not ever. Remember that and we can have a great relationship – forget it and I’ll punish you in ways that make night look like a picnic, and the worst punishment of all is that you will never know if you have pushed me too far and if you cross that line I will leave you and that’s a promise.”

As I lay in my empty bed now, looking at the computer screen which still had its incriminating evidence staring back at me, I wondered just how far I had in fact pushed my Derek. I had not actually been unfaithful but I knew I had over stepped a line that we both knew existed and I would have to wait to discover how much My Man would live up to his promise and if I had truly crossed a line too far.

I knew that the next morning it would all start to be clear but that was another day. I turned my head into my pillow and felt the hot tears of self recrimination fall – I knew that I was going to have to face up to my own actions, actions that could have been so easily avoided and I knew that I had deserved everything I was going to get…

To be continued.