Spanking Required

Bree Jandora

Published: 2011 Categorie(s): Fiction, Erotica, Romance, Adult Tag(s): "forced sex" bondage spanking BDSM "Bree Jandora"

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Shit! My hand hit the alarm clock on my nightstand. Another Saturday morning when I woke up to the nauseating sound of an alarm because I forgot to turn it off the night before. And there was no going back to sleep. I briefly thought about ripping that stupid clock out of its socket and throwing it across the room. Hopeful that Id somehow drift back into my dream, I closed my eyes and let my head sink back into my pillow. Mmm.. there was a sudden itch I had to scratch I flung the covers off to my left and stood up. It only took me a few seconds to completely undress. I let my nightgown and panties fly off onto the floor somewhere. Then I got back in bed and spread my legs apart as wide as possible. In no more than a split second my fingers reached down to my pussy to get nice and wet so they could slide all around my clit. Oh it felt so good. I smiled, taking my time. My boyfriend and I had broken up several months earlier and I lived alone. On Saturdays, if I had nothing else going on, I made sure to take a good bit of time to give myself the attention I deserved. Masturbation was one of my new favorite things. It felt like I had reunited with an old friend after many years. I gave myself a good orgasm at least once a day, but there were nights before bed when it was rushed. Today, though, I was in no hurry. I bit my lip, thinking back to my dream. I was such a bad girl, shoplifting at the mall. A man saw me and chased me down. He took my arm and dragged me into the food court to bend me over his knee and give me a spanking. There were a lot of weird details in the dream that made no sense but I didnt question it. I simply recalled the way he spoke to me. Time you learned a lesson, little girl. Youre gonna get a butt warmin like you aint never had before. It sounded so old-fashioned, but that kind of talk was exactly what did it for me. I rubbed my clit faster and faster as I thought about it. He ripped my pants off and spanked me quite hard with his hand in the middle of the mall food court. I dont even remember if there were people around. He smacked my bottom repeatedly until I was kicking and screaming. I think he even said something about using a paddle, if only one were available. As soon as the threat of a paddle entered my thoughts, I felt the glorious pressure build. Ohhh! My hips bucked against my hand, and I was suddenly in the throes of a lovely orgasm.

I didnt give a fuck if my neighbors upstairs could hear. I let go. The sounds of my moaning and wailing filled the room as I rubbed my clit, letting my climax consume me. When I finished I stared up at the ceiling, trying to catch my breath. I usually liked to take more time with myself but that dream had brought forth fantasies that cut straight to my deepest desires. Fantasies about paddles and belts always sent me right over the edge but never with such little build up. That morning, it felt like someone pushed a magic button that sent me immediately into ecstatic overdrive. A half hour later I was in front of my computer in my snuggly white robe, drinking coffee out of a mug the size of a soup bowl. I was still in my hazy dream fog, and, as amazing as my dream and subsequent clitrubbing session were, my Saturday afternoon would include a few errands that required me to wake up completely. I checked my email and surfed the Internet for a while. That dream just wouldnt leave me alone. No matter what I didreading the weather report, bookmarking coupons, clicking around new Facebook pictures of people I barely knewall I could think about was getting spanked in the mall. I couldnt deny it anymore. It was a craving gone out-of-control. I had to find someone to give me a sound spanking, maybe even hard enough to make me cry. And was what so bad about that? So what? I liked to be bent over someones knee once in a while as someone wailed on my backside until I couldnt sit down. I was an independent adult woman who had certain needs. It didnt make me a freak, no matter what Joshua said. Oh, Joshua. I hadnt thought much about him lately. Six months had passed since our break-up. We lived together for two years, beginning before we even graduated from college. I thought he was the one. He had a fantastic body and dark brown eyes that could melt my heart into a puddle. But there was one thing he couldnt give me: a spanking. And that was why we broke up. I tried so many times to talk him into it but he said he felt like he was abusing me. I even got him to go for it a few times when he was drunk but he always regretted it later. Either that, or he didnt remember it after he sobered up. I went as far as to ask if he would mind if someone else spanked me. That was his last straw. If he had any weird sexual kinks, he never told me about them. It was all just plain vanilla sex with him. Nothing special. It was good in the technical sense. He loved to lick my pussy more than anything else in the world and he was damn good at it. And I mean, damn good. That was

enough to keep the relationship going for quite a while. But eventually I needed more. I could no longer deny myself this craving, and it had only gotten stronger since the break-up. I knew what I had to do. A special folder in my browser bookmarks was called, Listings. I picked a generic word as to not draw attention, in case anyone else happened to look at my computer. The only reason I hadnt already done this was that I was afraid of what my friends might think if they knew. It wasnt because I was afraid to meet a stranger online. That part, in fact, turned me on even more. But I was finally past the point of caring what anyone thought, even if they did find out. I was frustrated and horny, and nobody knew what I needed better than me. The thought of placing this ad had me smiling and squirming in my seat before I even created a user profile. I decided to create one ad that I would copy and paste at several websites. I had already scrolled through the ads in the past without responding to any of them. There were just too many ads, and it was overwhelming to try to find exactly what I wanted. I might peruse the ads some other time. For now, I would place an ad of my own. Title: Spanking Required Size four brunette, 23 years old, has a perky round ass that needs some attention. Not seeking a relationship. I just need to go over your knee for a good, sound, bare bottom spanking when required. I almost added more but I didnt know what to say. I felt it was a less is more situation. I honestly didnt know if I preferred a man or a woman. I wanted to say that I preferred paddles or an occasional belt, but how did I know for sure? Aside from the spankings I received from my parents until I left for college, only a few boyfriends had spanked me and they always used their hands. I was pretty much open to anything, and I had a lot to learn. I hoped to find someone who could open me up to spanking pleasures I didnt know existed. Also, maybe I wanted a relationship. If the right person came along, I could be persuaded. And I now knew beyond any shadow of a doubt that the right person was someone who genuinely wanted to spank me. Oral sex proficiency would, of course, be an added bonus. I posted the ad at three websites along with a scantily clad picture of myself taken from the backby Joshua. It tugged at my heart when I

saw it on the first ad. Hed be mortified to know I used one of his pictures for this. Or, hell, that I was doing this at all. On my way to the shower I had to make another pit stop in my bedroom. I shrunk out of my robe and threw myself down on the bed. This time I knew better than to let myself get off so fast. I took my time, reaching climax after masturbating for a good fifteen minutes before getting up to enjoy a long, luxurious shower where I had a very powerful shower massager. Damn, I needed a spanking. And soon. *** I spent all day Sunday answering ads and masturbating, all the while trying to weed out the freaks. Many of the responses looked promising. Others were downright scary. I wasnt interested in being hung upside down by my toes and beaten with a bull whip, as one response promised. I saved it in my email in a folder called Not a Chance.' I had other folders set up, such as Curious. One such email in that category was from a husband and wife, both of whom were super cute, who asked if I might consider a spanking followed by a menage. The thought of it led to me pulling down my panties and spreading my legs wide to get myself off in my computer chair. But I wasnt sure I was ready to experience a menage for real just yet. There were a surprising number of requests from men old enough to be my father, or older. Those also went to my Curious folder. I knew I might have to follow up on one of the emails from a man calling himself fatherman1. He said he liked to have loving relationships with his daughters and he knew exactly how to give me the discipline I required. Also, he would expect nothing in return from me for his kindness. I hadnt really thought about being spanked by someone so mature, but I found the possibility intriguing. Finally, I narrowed it down to one guy, mostly because he was goodlooking, lived across town, and was available that night. He went by the nickname LeoLion but said his real name was Christopher in his email. We couldve met in a hotel. That was his first suggestion. But when he gave me the option of just coming over to his place, I jumped on it. I knew it was risky and probably stupid. Id never met anyone online before. Thats when I realized I was in it for the thrill as much as I was the spanking. My heart raced at the idea of showing up at a strangers house to get punished. And thats exactly what I did that evening.

As I sat on the street in my car, looking at his two-story brick house on Sycamore Street, I wondered if I should call a friend and ask them to check on me later. But as I went down the list of friends on my cell phone, I knew there wasnt a single person who wouldnt think I was crazy for doing this. Besides, the idea of doing it without telling anyone added a dangerous element that made me want to do it even more. I finally just hopped out of my car and ran up to his front door before I changed my mind. Christopher answered the door immediately. Hello? Hello. Before I could even get a good look at him, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me inside the house, looking around past me like he was afraid someone would see. He slammed the door behind me. Im Christopher. Ill be spanking you tonight. Im Brooke. Damn, he looked even better than his pictures! He was taller than I expected. Thats the first thing I noticed. And he was perhaps a tiny bit heavier, like maybe hed gained a few pounds or started working out since then. He had a shaved head and light blue eyes, making his olive complexion look exotic. The long-sleeved pinstriped shirt he wore gave him a distinguished appearance, like he was ready to slip on a suit and go to the office. Youre very pretty, Brooke. He smiled. I like this little school girl outfit. Thanks. Youre kinda hot yourself. His smile got bigger. Oh yeah? Youre not disappointed? I shook my head. Hell no. Whats there to be disappointed about? His gorgeous smile totally caught me off guard. Not only was he tall, exotic, and handsome, but this guy was going to spank me? I swear, I couldve had an orgasm right then. Christophers smile disappeared as he leaned in close enough to kiss me. Your pictures dont do you justice. Youre breathtaking." He put his fingers behind my head and gently combed them through my long, dark hair. I caught one good whiff of his musky aftershave and suddenly my thoughts went beyond spanking. I wanted to take that shirt with both hands and rip it open, listening to the buttons bounce all over the floor as I ran my fingers across that firm chest of his. He pulled me closer until his lips were inches from my forehead and I could feel his breath.

Here comes the kiss I closed my eyes and got ready for it, my pussy getting wetter with each passing second as I felt his fingers gently cradling the back of my head. And then, suddenly, his fingers tightened, pulling my hair. I gasped and looked up. Christophers smile was gone and his eyes had an icy glare. Shit. This is the part where things go horribly wrong Then why was I breathing so hard? Why did I have no desire to fight, or to beat against his chest to try to get away? Christopher pulled my head back and stared down at me with narrowed eyes. Dont you know how dangerous it is to meet a stranger online? I couldnt speak, too confused about what I was feeling. His blue eyes got bigger. Answer me! Yes. Its dangerous, I whispered. Yes. The word came out of his mouth like a hiss. He lowered his face closer to mine, still holding me by the hair at the back of my head. Do you have any idea what I could do to you? I moaned under my breath, my emotions quivering in a strange place between panic and bliss. He pulled the back of my hair again, harder this time, making me let out a quiet yelp. Answer me! No. I tried to shake my head but he held me so tight, I could only move about an inch each way. I have no idea. Quickly, he reached down and grabbed my wrist, shoving it behind my back. It hurt my arm and made me drop my purse to the floor. He then grabbed my other wrist and held both together behind my back with one hand. He let go of my hair and started to drag me along to another room. Youre gonna get that spanking, little girl. And youre gonna get a lot more than that. I knew I shouldve been scared, and maybe I was, but I had never been so aroused in my life. As he led me out of the living room I noticed what good taste he had. The house was clean, and decorated in rich jewel tones, mostly blue. It wasnt until he led me to his bedroom that the fear crept in. I stopped paying attention to the decor when my face hit the seat of a leather chair. I had barely gotten a glimpse of a bed before he bent me over and pushed the top half of my body down over the arm of that

chair. My butt was up high, my pelvis pressed against the padded leather. I immediately felt a slight draft as he lifted up my skirt, exposing my skimpy panties. Christopher held one hand against the thin layer of cotton that covered my pussy. A spanking, huh? He drew his hand back and smacked me hard on the back of my thigh, then moved his hand back to the cotton strip. Thats exactly what youre gonna get. And spank me, he did. His slaps were hard and rapid. My screams did nothing to slow him down. He went on and on, grunting between smacks. I started to count how many hed given me but I lost track around number twenty. My butt was on fire. I cried against the leather that my face was smashed against and waited for him to finish. He stopped spanking me and started to glide his hand smoothly across my backside. Feels so warm, he said, in a voice that was almost gentlenothing like the voice Id already grown accustomed to hearing. I sniffled against the chair, trying to catch my breath. Shh. He rubbed my bottom for a little longer, up one thigh and down the other, now avoiding the area covered by the panties. Was it sick that I wanted him to touch my pussy? I was certain he could see how soaked my panties were. I thought I felt some of my wetness drip down my legs but I couldnt tell for sure. My thighs and my butt stung too much from that spanking for me to feel much else, except my throbbing pussy. My sniffles were just about to turn into a moan when I felt his hand on the back of my head again. He pulled me up, by my hair, to a standing position. Ow! I winced as he turned my body to face him. Thats what you wanted, wasnt it? His gorgeous eyes still had that icy glare, but now he had a weak smile on his face. A spanking? Right? Yes. I raised my hand to wipe a few tears from my face. He reached behind me and gave my bottom a sharp swat that made me jump a little. How rude. Its yes sir.' You got it?" I nodded rapidly. Yes," I paused to inhale, trying to make the tears stop, sir." Good. Very good." He waited until I lowered my arms, then he put a hand around each of my wrists and pulled me forward as he walked backwards to sit on the bed, where he let go of my wrists. I stood in front of him and watched his eyes go up and down my body like I was on display just for him. I licked my lips. The pain of the

spanking felt good. My entire body was awake and alive, glowing with a mixture of pleasure and hurt, and the anticipation of what may come. A tiny voice inside my head said, you should try to escape, but I didnt. I couldnt. I was spellbound by this handsome stranger who lived in this nice, big house and commanded me to call him sir. Christophers eyes drifted up to meet mine. Take off your clothes. He grinned and put both hands behind him on the bed to prop himself up. Slowly. Everything but the panties. My chest heaved. Yes, I was indeed on display. Just for him. I looked in his eyes and started to undo the first button on my blouse when those blue eyes widened and he stood up, grabbing me by the back of my head, yanking my head back. What do we say? He stared in my eyes. I was too startled by this seemingly random action of his to know exactly what he meant, but somewhere inside I knew the answer. Hed just told me a minute ago. I managed to reply in a weak voice, Yes, sir. He nodded, then let go of my hair and sat back down. I gulped and reached up to unbutton my first button. I kept my eyes on his to gage his reaction as I slowly worked my way down the blouse. His eyes stayed on my hands. He let his mouth fall open, occasionally sliding his tongue across his plump lower lip. When I got to the last button I pulled the blouse open to expose my naked breasts. He hunched forward with a painful expression on his face, like he was using all of his effort not to touch me. With my thumb, I gently nudged the blouse off of one shoulder, then the other. As delicately as possible, I shimmied, letting the blouse fall down my arms then onto the floor. Christopher cleared his throat. And now the skirt. Yes, sir, I whispered as I reached behind my back with both hands to unzip the skirt. I tried to do it slowly, but as soon as the zipper was undone, the skirt fell to the floor and landed at my feet in a heap. I didnt dare ask what to do next. I stood in front of him with my hands at my sides, awaiting further instruction. It was hard to keep a straight face as I watched him gawk at me with his mouth hanging open. Why doesnt he just throw me down on the bed right now? The anticipation made my entire body stand at attention. I wanted him so fucking much. He could do anything he wanted with me. I loved the feeling of being so exposed, standing there almost nude, following his orders. The hardest thing about standing there was trying not to reach into my panties to take care of that hungry ache hed caused.

Finally, he reached forward to put his hands around my wrists again, holding them tight. I took a step closer until our legs touched. Without saying a word, he pulled my wrists down to his lap, forcing me to bend forward. When I did, he stuck out his tongue and licked one of my very erect nipples before taking it into his mouth. I closed my eyes, moaning, trying to catch my breath. His velvety tongue ran circles around my nipple. Circles that made my pussy want him more than ever. I imagined that tongue running those same circles around my clit. After a while he let go of my nipple and moved to my other breast, making those wonderful circles again as he clenched my wrists. I gritted my teeth to try to keep myself from screaming. Should I be enjoying this so much? After an eternity of licking, he started to suck on my nipple, taking much more of my breast into his mouth. I heard him moan as his sucking got more forceful, to the point where it almost hurt me. I tossed my head back, screaming, when I felt his teeth against my skin. He bit me, but not too hard. He started lightly and bit down gradually until it hurt. I screamed for approximately five seconds when he opened his mouth to free my breast. Christopher let go of one of my wrists and reached behind me to slap the back of my thigh, hard. Do I need to use the gag on you, Brooke? For information about where to find the rest of this book, please visit my website: http://www.breejandora.com/2011/11/spanking-required-by-breejandora.html

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From the same author on Feedbooks Spank Me, Big Brother (2011) Dawn and Jordan are step-siblings with an unspoken arrangement--when she feels guilty enough to crave a spanking, it only takes a phone call and Jordan's there to oblige. For years he's been the "good" big brother, determined not to use her for his own sexual pleasure. But what if Dawn doesn't need a "good" big brother? Spanked by Daddy (2011) Adults Only - contains hardcore, graphic sex, spanking - All characters in this book are 18 years of age or older. When Jenny's stepdad, Steve, catches her sneaking in after a night out with her boyfriend, he goes to her room, intending to punish her. Little does he know that his greatest fantasy is about to come true. For Daddy's Love (2011) Adults only - sex, spanking, pseudo-incest. Jessica comes home from her date early to comfort Eddie, her step-father, who's grieving his wife's sudden abandonment. She has no idea she'll end up punished as he gives her some comfort of his own. All characters in this book are 18 years of age or older. Daddy Spanks the Girls (2011) Adults only - sex, spanking, pseudo-incest. A night of punishment takes an unexpected turn, including a first time experience for a very surprised stepfather. All characters depicted in this story are 18 years of age or older.

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