(Note: This was written by my friend Reality Nemesis from Myspace. I am posting it here with his blessing to share with you all — please make sure you go to his Myspace page and leave a comment for him when you finish reading.)

THERE’S A FIRST TIME FOR EVERYTHING, DEAR

She honestly could stop your heart with that smile of hers, but there is a deep abiding sadness that goes along with it. Something is missing in her life.

When I first met Candice, I found her to be an alluring woman with a fiery spirit. Perhaps she’s a bit broken by life in some respects, but aren’t we all? She’s truly a lovely person inside and out. Just don’t call her Candy, it makes her wince. The one thing that really stood out about her was her deep almond shaped eyes and how they grabbed the light (and my attention) when she smiled that disarming smile of hers. Mother of four children, her body has held up surprisingly well and she works hard to improve herself mentally, emotionally, spiritually and physically whenever she has the time. It is one of the reasons she has sought me out. She came to me for help, feeling somewhat neglected by her hard-working husband who had seemed to become so focused on eking out a living that he simply forgot to assist her with the kids or to pay closer attention to her needs.

What she truly needed, what she ached for, was complete domination by someone she could trust. Candice needed to hand control to someone who would take the reigns and make her feel complete and satisfied and content with who she was. She adores her kids, loves her husband, and gives them everything she has; however, the batteries were running very low.

On our first morning together, I asked her to strip naked and relax on the floor at my feet while I read the questionnaire I had asked her to complete. Her answers were candid and somewhat surprising for a full-time homemaker and mother of four. As I calmly stroked her hair as if she were a lioness, I could tell from her answers she’s definitely a submissive, with a few strong willed streaks; these being the rough edges I would need to smooth out.

“It’s nice down here,” she smiles looking up at me as she rested her head upon my knee. “This week has been chaotic. I am ready for a nice break on your cool floor.” Her smile lights up her eyes with a hint of mischievousness that I realize may become challenging.

“I imagine it is pure chaos, what with the children home from school,” I reply coolly, watching her eyes. “How long can the sitter watch them?”

“I could only get her for two hours, Master Stephen,” her frown turns into a pout. “I’m sorry, but I must leave in 90 minutes.”

I allow a sigh of disapproval to escape my lips, knowing that this first meeting would have ended within 90 minutes regardless.

“Hmmm… so, your floor break includes…?” I leave the question trail off, a subtle suggestion for her to finish my thought. She needs to anticipate what I expect of her.

Without a word requesting permission, Candice reaches up both my legs and begins rubbing my thighs. It is an equally bold and diminutive move, but she is new to this game, so I avoid scolding her. However, I mentally log this as strike one.

“Almost, baby… not bad,” I respond, complimenting her kindly. I grab a handful of her hair to hold her face steady and place my cock back into her mouth, thrusting several times hard into her open mouth. She sucks it even more greedily, taking it all even as it hits the back of her throat, causing her to choke slightly. After several deep thrusts, I extract myself (begrudgingly) from her mouth.

“You didn’t keep it in your mouth, Candice,” I reprimand, “so, you won’t taste cum today… but your ass will taste a good spanking.”

I notice as Candice shivers slightly. “Yes, Master Stephen. I’m sorry.”

She watches as I pull the heavy padded desk chair to the center of the room and then reach for my briefcase, opening it so she can’t see what is inside.

“Get on your feet, Candice.”

Candice rises obediently, standing naked in the center of the room, her arms held together behind her back by the belt that collars her neck. Her breasts sway, vulnerable and exposed as she balances herself once up on her feet. Reaching into the briefcase, I grab a pair of nipple clamps connected by a chain between them. For the first time, she resists, a little doubt and fear in her eyes.

“These are adjustable, my dear,” I explain. “I will adjust the tension so you can get used to wearing them.”

With that, I attach them to her tender nipples, which have hardened with excitement at my touch. She sucks in a deep breath as each clamp is attached, but does not cry out. I smile.

“Very good, dear. They look great on you.”

She smiles past a tear that streaks down her cheek. I catch it with a gentle finger, kissing it.

“Now, lean over the chair.”

Yes, my Stephen,” she replies, bending over the chair as directed, the chain swaying back and forth between her tits.

Reaching into the briefcase, I pull out four short lengths of rope. I position her ankles to the outside of the back chair legs and secure them tightly, coiling the rope several times around each ankle and then between the ankle and chair leg to cinch it even tighter. Then I loosen the belt from around her arms and pull her by the wrists forward and down, securing them tightly to the front legs as close to the floor as possible, just as the ankles are secured, tightly cinched. I stand back and admire how the position exposes her ass nicely to the air, her legs tight from the calves to the upper thighs, sloping her back nicely, and hair falling over her face toward the floor she had been laying on nearly 30 minutes before.

I then pull out a longer rope and coil it around her waist, tying it off to the chair’s arms so she has very little hip movement, her torso immobilized.

“So, little one…” I begin as I caress the backs of her legs and ass cheeks teasingly.

“I said I was sorry, Sir,” she begins to grovel slightly, knowing what must be coming.

“I know, Candice. That is why I ask you now… How many good swats do you deserve for losing me from your mouth?”

“Three, Master Stephen,” she responds with a nervous quickness.

“What did you say, 12?” I reply.

She laughs quietly, nervous at the increase in number.

“Ah, 24… I thought so,” I chided at her laughter.

“Please be gentle, Master Stephen.”

“I will only use my hand this time,” I reply, “but you will get used to this if you keep making mistakes.”

“Yes, my darling,” she agrees, squirming a little to test the ropes which held her securely to the chair. Relaxing slightly in her inescapable bondage, she adds, “Whatever you wish.”

I grab the loose end of the belt and attach it to the rope circling her waist; pulling the head backwards, thus forcing her to face forwards. In that position, Candice finds it hard to look back at me. For a few seconds, I allow her to feel my hand stroking her ass. Teasingly, I let my fingers probe gently between her legs. It is no surprise to me that my fingers are drenched in her expectation. I can hear her breathing, steady and soft, as if she is preparing for the lightning strike that is to follow. I notice as she feels my hand leave her, she draws in and holds a breath. Then nothing but her own pulse echoes in her ears for several seconds, until she feels my hand land flat against her left ass cheek.

Candice cries out a little, her body jumping upon impact. It has nowhere to go; the ropes won’t allow it.

A red handprint appears on the left before the same hand lands loudly against her right ass cheek, her body shuddering slightly at the strike.

“Count them out loud, Candice,” I demand. “Do not lose count.”

Another hand strikes the left side of her ass, overlapping the handprint from before.

Candice yells, “Three!”

Another strike punishes the right side, landing lower and closer to her thigh.

“Four!”

I spank her twice, harder, first the left, then right, my hand falling more quickly and with greater force.

“Uhhnnn! Five! Uhhnnn! Six!”

The next blows fall a little harder on the left then quickly on the right.

“Seven!”

“Eight!”

As the words leaves her mouth I hear her suck in slight breaths followed by slight whimpers as she tries, in vain, to move her ass away from the next blows she knows are coming. My hand strikes slightly harder still on the left side, which has started to show some nice color from the attention it has been getting from my hand.

“Nine!” Each count from her seems to come out louder as they get harder.

Then, I begin striking her even harder… right… left… right… leaving very little time for her to react and adjust to the deepening sting she must be feeling.

“Ten! Eleven! Twelve!”

I sense in her movements that Candice is starting to notice how her ass is really beginning to sting and feel the heat rising from her. I stop and caress the reddening skin across her slopping posterior, admiring its shape and the new color I have painted on it with the open palm of my hand. She is unable to hide her excitement; her own juices are running from between her legs, hints of it showing up across her dampening thighs. I allow a little pride to show in my voice.

“Hmmm…. you’re halfway there Candice,” I commend her. “You’ve taken them well, so I’ve a treat for these last 12.”

“Thank you, Sir,” she replies in a subdued and quiet voice. “Yes, Master Stephen, what treat do you have in mind, Sir?”

I step behind her and rest my hard cock against the crack of her ass, teasing her as she wiggles in her bonds; she responds by arching her ass as much as she can in her confinement. Leaning forward, I run my fingers lightly up and down her spine, letting my nails scratch at her skin with slow, deliberate movements. At the same time, I press my swollen member hard against her ass crack and swat her left and right cheeks hard with two hands simultaneously.

Candice cries out loudly, but doesn’t utter a word.

“Don’t lose count, dear,” I remind her.

“Thirteen!”

I lower my cock so I can rub it against her moist pussy lips, allowing the head to connect with her pulsing clit. Holding myself pressed to her tender flesh, I again swat both cheeks together, the motion grinding me against her deeply. When I do so, her clit slides several inches along the length of my cock.

Candice begins groaning and panting in response to my movements, grinding and crying out, “Oh god! Fourteen!”

My cock quickly becomes slick from her copious moisture, as it slides easily along the tender folds of warm flesh, easily teasing at her clit as the next strike of my hands is landed again, both hands impacting hard upon her reddening flesh.

“Fifteen!” she blurts as her panting becoming more obvious.

Before the next smack lands on her ass, I stroke myself the full length of her pussy four strokes, then SMACK!

“Aaarrrrhh! Sixteen!”

I begin repeating the action more rapidly, this time using six long back and forth strokes, then SMACK!

Candice cries out as she tries to toss her head around to look at me, “God, seventeen! PLEASE fuck me, Master Stephen. Fuck me!”

Still keeping up the pace, I thrust myself hard along the lips of her pussy making sure to rub the throbbing clit 10 times thoroughly before… SMACK!

Candice is moaning, almost uncontrollably, getting lost in the feelings that are so obviously overtaking her senses. I almost stopped cold, since she has not added to the count, but somehow she manages to shout, “Eighteen!”

Then, as quickly as I had administered my strokes to her hungry opening, I pull my cock away momentarily and as she begins to groan in disappointment, I slide the head and only the head inside her before she feels the… SMACK!

“Oh yes!” she utters panting harsh breaths, “Nineteen! Yes my darling! Do it, Sir!”

Grabbing her hips almost harshly, I thrust deep inside her.

“Oh god!” she all but screams as I feel my balls slam against her clit as I bury myself to the hilt in her depths. Pulling out almost completely, then thrusting again and again, I repeat the motions six times before my hands leave her hips and I again bury myself to the hilt and …. SMACK!

“Oh my god! YES!” she screams. “GOD! Master Stephen! Twenty!”

Completely soaked from the inside, I wonder if she can feel her juices running down her thighs because of the pain she must be feeling in the punished fleshiness of her tender ass which glows a bright red when compared to the rest of her milky skin.

I continue driving myself into her sloppy depths, reaching as deeply as I can, my balls slapping at her engorged clit at the end of each long, forceful stroke. I land 10 deep thrusts before I again land both hands on her abused ass again… SMACK!

“Twenty one!” she cries aloud. “God, Stephen! I feel as if a sword goes through me each time you thrust! Please, Sir, don’t stop.”

Grabbing her hips for more advantage, I begin thrusting as hard as I can, making sure I have nearly exited from her hot, sloppy wetness before plunging myself as far in as I can.

Candice is crying out each time I breach her depths, the noises catching in her throat as she pulls against the belt that collars her neck. Thus far, she’s not missed her count and I smile with a degree of pride in her, considering this is only her first time. I lean over her, pulling the belt slightly as I sink my teeth into her shoulder, groaning and grunting with each successive thrust. Somehow, I mange to land another two handed strike.

SMACK!

“Twenty two!” Candice cries out, tears in her eyes. “Finish me, my Master if you wish.”

I keep thrusting as I hiss into her ear, “So, you think you’ll loose me the next time?”

“No Master Stephen, I will keep you in my mouth. I promise, Sir,” the tears stream down her cheeks as I bite into her shoulder again.

Leaning back I thrust again, this time making sure I exit her pussy and slide my cock head harshly past her enflamed clit making sure it is simultaneous with my impact upon her ass cheeks.

SMACK!

She is moaning and groaning, grinding against the chair as she shouts “Twenty three!”

I rub a finger against the tears on her cheek and bring it to my lips as I slow my thrusting outside her pussy lips so that it seems like my cockhead is only rubbing the clit alone. As she responds to this new focus on just her clit, I continue rubbing against her until she seems about to explode, her legs and ass trembling as much as her entire pussy. I thrust deeply inside her again, reaching underneath with a hand to massage her clit between thumb and forefinger as I slide in and out, in and out, repeatedly with intentionally long slow movements. I can sense she is ready, but she must be realizing that I am controlling her release and she has no say in it.

“You may not cum, yet,” I remind her as I stop what I’m doing.

“I will try not to, Sir,” she says before moaning again as my fingers tease her clit.

I can feel her fighting it, as her muscles seem to simultaneously tense and relax, the ones wrapped around my cock seem to pulse with life. I stop again, waiting to feel her regain control and just when she seems to relax slightly, I renew my assault on her clit and resume sliding my cock into her, pushing down to press hard against her g-spot.

“Aaaarrrrggghhh!” she groans loudly, tugging against the ropes and trying to withdraw her clit from my fingers. She can’t move enough to escape and her body begins to tremor again. The spasms coursing through her internal walls are threatening to suck my own orgasm from me.

“Do you want to cum, Candice?”

“God, yes!” she exclaims, “make me cum, Master Stephen.” And before she can say another word, my fingers return to tormenting her tender flesh, pressing the clit hard as I thrust myself into her as I feel my own climax begin to crest like a violent thunderstorm on the horizon. Before jets of my own cum splash deeply into her, I feel her muscles contract around me as a violent wave of spasms begin to rock her body to its core. At that moment, I decide it is time to finish the punishment and strike both ass checks with my hands.

“Twenty fffff….” The count gets caught in her throat as she pitches wildly with her cresting orgasm. All her muscles seem to tense around me and the chair as she screams in ecstasy, flinging her head left and right, her hair becoming a wild mane tossed in passionate release as her body finally trembles one last time before crashing limply upon the leather chair.

Slowly, I remove my cock from her and then move to stand in front of her face. She obediently takes my manhood into her mouth, cleaning it with her lips and tongue.

“Good girl,” I commend her, stroking her hair as she begins to suck and stroke my cock with her talented lips, tongue and mouth. I begrudgingly remove myself from her; she is beginning to make me hard again and there is no time left. “You did very well, dear. You’re very sexually charged, Candice.”

“I have only done this with one other, Master Stephen,” she admits to me with a humble smile. “Well, not this, exactly. This amazing experience will gnaw at my mind all day, Sir.”

“There’s a first time for everything, dear,” I respond quietly. “You did well for your first time.”

“My mind… my body… are still humming, Sir,” she admits with that smile of hers lighting her face.

“Engage the mind, the body will follow,” I respond with conviction.

“Too late,” she chuckles lightly with a deeply contented sigh, “the body has already followed.”

“Exactly.”

“Hopefully yours has too?” she questions. “I do so want to please you, Master Stephen.”

“I hope there will be many more first times, Master.”

“That depends on you, dear,” I reply.

“Sir?” Candice looks into my eyes as she tests her bonds, which still hold her as firmly as they did nearly an hour ago. “Ah, may I ask you a question, Master?”

“You just did,” I smile. “Go ahead, little one.”

“Ah, when will you be untying me, Sir?”

I smile a wicked grin and stand up to walk around her, admiring her form in its bondage. “There is still time, dear. You won’t be late to get back to your kids. However, in order to teach you some patience, I think I will go and shower. I’ll be back shortly with my camera to take a few pictures to commemorate your first time. You should be free to go in time.”

“Yes, sir,” she says without one word of protest.

As I head for the shower, I think to myself, “Yes, there shall be many firsts for you, dear Candice.”

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