Saturday, August 29, 2015
Wednesday, August 19, 2015
“Aww come on Steve….it’ll do you good to get out and have some fun!” Darla pleaded , pursing her full lips into her best pout.
The attractive blonde certainly had a persuasive way about her , Steve thought to himself.
Steve and Darla had been dating off and on for about a month now , after he attended Darla’s yoga classes.
Their dates had been fun , but Steve was reluctant to take the relationship any further at this point.
His recent divorce had been difficult for him , and despite Darla’s obvious attractiveness and fun personality he just wasn’t ready to get into a serious relationship.
Darla, on the other hand , was very keen to make she and Steve a full-fledged ‘couple’ .
She had been attracted to him from the moment she had seen him in her yoga class , but he proved to be a tough nut to crack.
He always remained friendly but distant until Darla finally tricked him into dinner at her place by making his yoga class extra hard.
The date was an eventful one which ended with Darla going over Steve's knee for a spanking after giving him some 'extra hot' curry.
Afterwards they were both aroused but uncomfortable and longing for more.
Darla made a real brat of herself in their subsequent dates , hoping for a repeat performance , but apart from a few playful swats and threats the spanking she longed for did not materialize.
The demands of Steve’s job also contributed to his cautious approach to their relationship.
Still , admittedly determined and stubborn , Darla was not willing to give up on Steve and had been hounding him to come with her to her office Christmas party.
“Sorry Darla but office parties are just not my thing ….. I don’t know anybody there anyway ….” Steve explained.
Darla was relentless. She really wanted to make her co-workers jealous when they saw her with Steve.
“Please Steve …I really want you to come…don’t make me go alone….please ?” she asked in an almost child-like voice which tugged at Steve’s heart.
He paused for a moment before reluctantly responding. “OK… I’ll come.”
Darla punched the air unashamedly and leapt into Steve’s arms , planting a huge kiss full on his lips.
Uncomfortable with her display of public affection , Steve’s face flushed red and he looked around the gym to see if anyone had observed their intimate moment.
“Darla ! Please….behave yourself will you?…..not in public?” he scolded.
Darla winked mischieviously at him.
“Sorry Steve …sometimes I can’t help myself ….I guess I need another spanking ?” she giggled , recalling the fiery spanking Steve had given her on their first date.
Steve remembered it fondly also and as Darla turned to leave he delivered a firm slap to the seat of her skin-tight yoga pants.
Steve remembered it fondly also and as Darla turned to leave he delivered a firm slap to the seat of her skin-tight yoga pants.
Feigning outrage , Darla turned around , and Steve winked at her.
“That’s just a taste of what you’ll get if you don’t behave yourself at the party?” he said wagging a warning finger at her.
In the sanctity of the ladies’ change room , Darla inspected her naked , gloriously sculpted backside in the mirror.
It bore a visible pink mark on the cheek where Steve’s hand had connected smartly and her bottom tingled at the thought that he might repeat the act on their date.
Meanwhile in the men’s changing room , Steve was still thinking about that spanking he delivered to Heather’s firm butt a few weeks ago.
He certainly enjoyed it and it appeared that Darla had rather liked it also!
Steve had always been a spanking enthusiast.
In fact , despite the numerous flaws in his marriage to Donna , spanking was one of the things they had in common….and he really missed it.
It had all started with Donna when they were High School Seniors .
He still doesn’t recall what precipitated it , most likely Donna’s sassy mouth, but she ended up over his lap with Steve’s palm warming the seat of her tight jeans.
Afterwards , Donna melted into his arms for their first real make-out session.
Spanking became a recurring theme of their courtship with Donna regularly ending up over Steve’s lap having the seat of her jeans or skirt warmed for some misdemeanour .
The spankings continued and progressed to being delivered on Donna’s skimpy panties and eventually on her bare bottom !
Donna’s first bare bottom spanking was the one Steve still remembered fondly.
He had loved the whole act of baring her bottom , the way her curvy cheeks jiggled when he spanked them , and how her pale skin transformed from a milky white , to fiery red hue.
As her bottom heated up , her legs kicked wildly ,revealing glimpses of her moist treasures.
Donna would squirm on Steve’s lap until her skin was hot to the touch.
He loved the way she would perform that cute little ‘spanking dance’ afterwards , hopping around and rubbing her bottom.
He recalled it all like it was yesterday.
Spanking became a regular prelude and foreplay to their lovemaking for the entire seven years of their marriage.
After a long stormy divorce process ,things had recently become more cordial between Steve and Donna , and his ex-wife had even admitted to him that she ‘really missed those spankings!”
Steve shrugged himself back to reality.
He had been very fortunate to have had a willing spanking partner like Donna for all those years , but did not want to raise his expectations that Darla would be inclined the same way.
As he exited the change-rooms Darla was waiting for him in the lobby.
She opened her purse and shoved an envelope into his hands.
“The details on the Christmas party….” She said seductively rubbing the seat of her skinny jeans.
“You know that spank left quite an impression on me ….” She purred and turned to leave.
On the evening of the party , Steve arrived at Darla’s apartment at 7 sharp as he had asked , only to find her still in her bathrobe.
Steve really hated tardiness but was willing to overlook it when Darla finally emerged looking absolutely amazing in a stunning little red dress , her long mane pinned up to accent her long neck and perfect cheek bones.
“Sorry for keeping us late Steve.” She said.
Steve wasn’t really angry , but the spanko in him could not let a potential opportunity like this pass him by.
“If we weren’t already running late , I’d give you a darn good spanking right now Darla….but I guess it will have to wait.” He declared boldly.
Darla’s face turned as red as her dress , and for once she was lost for words.
“S..sssorry Stevee..” was all she could finally muster.
Steve took her by the hand.
“You’d best behave when we get there or you really will get a spanking young lady !” he warned her.
He had now given Darla all the ammunition she needed , and all he could do was wait and see if a spanking was in the cards.
The seed had definitely been planted.
He was encouraged when Darla brought up the subject of spanking throughout the evening.
“You weren’t really serious about spanking me for keeping us late were you Steve?” she asked when they were leaving the party.
Steve nonchalantly opened the car door for her and replied , “I was deadly serious.. ..and you didn’t help your case much by flirting with that young man from accounting. !”
Steve had tried to ignore Darla’s outrageous flirting ,but admittedly had genuine feelings of jealously as he watched her with the much younger man.
She certainly was the best looking woman at the party, and he could hardly blame the testosterone and alcohol fuelled kid , especially as Darla teasingly led him on.
Matters deteriorated when the young man’s hands began to wander too close to Darla’s glorious curves.
Despite her rebuffs the young man continued .
Darla looked back at Charlie who decided to act.
He’d been in these situations before with Donna so was able to tactfully detach Heather from the drunken young man’s grasp and lead him to the security of his friends.
Meanwhile Darla beat a hasty retreat to the ladies room leaving a fuming Steve waiting for her.
When she emerged , she could see Steve was fuming and she was in trouble.
“Thanks for that Steve….shall we go back in….they’re handing out door prizes..” she suggested enthusiastically as if nothing had happened.
Her re-entry to the party was abruptly halted by Steve’s firm grip on her wrist.
“Party’s over for you Darla…..” he said firmly.
“AW Steve….but the night is still young !” she pouted.
”Well in that case I suppose we could go back to my house for a nightcap then …..” he offered.
Darla was delighted .
“I behaved pretty badly in there didn’t I ?” she confessed in the car.
“I guess I do deserve a spanking ?” she asked nervously.
Steve leaned over to her.
“You sure do….and , unlike the last time , this one will be a long and hard one….on your bare bottom !”
Darla’s bottom tingled and tensed in anticipation.
“You wouldn’t dare….not on my bare bottom Steve !” she challenged
“Just watch me!” he replied.
It was a short drive to Steve’s house and hee poured them each a glass of wine and invited Darla for a tour of his house.
He made no mention of Darla’s behaviour – or spanking.
Finally Darla could take the suspense no longer.
“DAMMIT are you going to spank me or not Steve !” she blurted out.
Steve smiled and began undoing his belt.
Darla looked shocked.
“W…what are you doing?” she babbled.
Steve slapped the soft leather against his palm.
“Getting ready to give you that spanking!” he declared.
Darla backed away.
“No Steve…..no…..not with a belt….”
He slapped the belt against the back of the couch to silence her.
“Take of your dress and bend over the couch!” he ordered.
Darla’s eyes were as wide as saucers.
“WWHAAT??” she shrieked.
She had been expecting a playful spanking …not a strapping …so she was genuinely nervous now.
“After the way you behaved at the party , you need a lot more than just a good old fashioned hand spanking young lady….you deserve a well thrashed bottom….and I’m going to give it to you…...now dress off and bend over that couch!” he ordered.
Darla opened her mouth to protest .
DO IT!” Steve warned.
Darla thought briefly about running , but the tingling returned to her bottom and she could feel her moistness dripping down her thighs.
After a brief hesitation , she stepped out of her dress and stood before Steve in only her skimpy red thong panties .
Her full breasts were on full display ,her bra discarded with her red dress on the floor.
For a moment Steve admired Darla’s pert breasts and bulging nipples before beckoning her to bend over the couch.
Slowly and tentatively , she leaned over into position , her feet raised off the ground and her bottom dangling precariously high in the air.
She had never felt so vulnerable but her entire body shook with anticipation.
Her hips writhed when Steve teased the tender skin of her bottom with the soft leather of the strap.
It felt so good that she parted her legs , allowing the belt to venture into her most private area.
“OHMIGAWD!” she purred when she felt Steve’s fingers slide into the waistband of her thong , stretching the material and easing the tiny garment over the full curves of her hips to bare her bottom.
Her heart was pounding loudly now , and she tensed her cheeks when she heard Steve step back.
Then there was a loud whoosh of air followed by a loud CRAACK when the leather strap snapped across her buttocks.
She cried out at the sharp sting it generated and then moaned when she felt a welt sear her skin.
Instinctively she squirmed but the next blow arrived quickly after the first one , with even more intensity.
“AAAAAW FFFFUUUCK!” Darla wailed loudly.
She was rewarded with three more strokes administered in rapid-fire succession to really set her backside on fire.
The burning in her rear was becoming unbearable with every lick but the strap continued to fall again and again until a full 20 licks were completed.
Darla lay in position , moaning and gasping for breath while Steve examined his handiwork.
His soft hands soothingly massaged Darla’s red , hot skin and she groaned when his fingers wandered to touch the juices flowing freely from between her legs.
Her legs parted more , inviting him to explore deeper and he gladly obliged.
Darla was screaming in pleasure now , so Steve stood behind her and re-arranged her position on the sofa to give him easy access.
Her legs parted wide , beckoning Steve’s shaft to ram itself deep inside her.
She gasped and howled while Steve pounded and pumped against her tender cheeks.
Darla thrust out her ass and bucked in rythym with Steve’s thrusts.
“FUCK ME HARDER STEVE….HARDER I SAID!” she demanded.
Steve gladly obliged.
Darla had never felt anything that huge inside her and she wanted more of it.
The sofa bounced up and down ,moving across the room with their frenzied momentum.
Steve let out a huge groan when he exploded violently inside her.
Holding on tightly to the sofa , Darla pushed back as best she good to allow Steve to go even deeper inside.
“OMIGAAAAWD!!” she wailed, experiencing the most intense orgasm of her life pulse through her body.
Afterwards , she could only lie prone over the sofa , gasping and panting loudly.
Steve put his arms around her, pulling her close to him and their lips locked in a long lingering kiss.
“You’re not going to let me off that easy are you Steve?” she purred.
He took handfuls of her hot , tender cheeks making her wince.
“That was for flirting with that young office stud……this is for keeping us late and being a brat!”, he told her.
Then in a smooth motion he sat on the sofa and effortlessly flipped Darla face first over his lap.
“OMIGOSH!” she gasped.
‘SMACK!’ ‘SMACK!’ ‘SMACK!’ ‘ SLAP!’ ‘SMACK!’ ‘SMACK!’ ‘WHAP!’“SMACK!
“OW!” “YEOOW!” “WAAAH!”
Steve’s palm danced non-stop all over Darla’s deliciously tenderized derrierre .
In contrast to the strapping , the hand spanks had a sharper sting which intensified by the sheer number of spanks landing all over Darla’s bottom and upper thighs.
Soon the whole area felt like a burning inferno but at the same time felt do good and so sensuous.
The spanks kept raining down
“SMACK! “SMACK! “SMACK! SLAP! “SMACK! “SMACK! WHAP! “SMACK!
“OW!” “YEOOOW!!” “OW!” “OW!” “OW!”
“GAAWD IT BURNS!....STOPPIT CHARLIE….PLEEEASE!”
Darla croaked hoarsely.
A flurry of spanks delivered to her upper thighs had he writhing on Steve’s lap.
Gradually toning down the intensity of the spanks , Steve interspersed them with a gentle massage of Darla’s burning globes.
She cooed when his palms soothed her hot skin.
Steve’s fingers wandered once again between Darla’s legs. Neither of them were ready to end the evening just yet.
Sunday, August 2, 2015
The petite blonde beside him smiled in a combination of sympathy and amusement.
He had been taking Darla's yoga class for the past few months and Steve admittedly had a bit of a crush on her.
Darla looked much younger than her 54 years and had always made a point of toning her dancer like physique.
Many years of hard work and pain had been invested in training to be a professional ballet dancer and the methods were part of her DNA.
She was petite ,graceful , athletic with a wicked sense of humour and Steve recalled admiring her from a distance at the gym as she would practice her rigorous routine
Occasionally she would glance over at him with an impish grin , flipping her head back and tucking her long blonde mane into a pony tail ,before contorting herself into a pose Steve could never hope to equal.
He especially loved her 'dancer's legs' , shapely , toned and how they flowed into her wonderful round , firm bottom.
She always wore those Lululemon yoga pants which were like a second skin ,seeming to separate her two luscious globes.
This was a confident woman who looked good and knew it.
Unfortunately for Steve , he accepted that the gorgeous Darla was probably 'out of his league'.
There was a constant line up of men stopping to chat with her as she worked out and she seemed to flirt with every one of them.
"What would she want with a regular 'Joe' like me...." Steve thought.
Steve shook himself out his daydreams and returned to his own workout.
As he struggled to hold himself in a plank pose he noticed a shadow nearby.
It distracted him enough to lose his balance and he flopped embarrassingly in a face plant.
His embarrassment increased when he saw Darla looking down at him , giggling girlishly.
As gracefully as he could , he got to his feet.
"I'm sorry .....it was very naughty of me to sneak up on you like that...", she grinned .
Steve struggled to compose himself and not say anything dumb , but as a longtime spanko there was no way he was going to let Darla's comment go.
"I ought to give you a spanking !" he replied bravely, feigning seriousness.
Steve was pleased with Darla's reaction , a blush ,a mischievious wink and one hand slide back to caress her bottom
"It's been a while since anyone did that to me!" She replied ,giving Steve hope.
, "....I didn't see you at my yoga classes this week so was just making sure you haven't quit on me."she asked , touching Steve's arm softly.
Steve's heart raced at the feel of her soft skin on his.
"No I haven't quit your class - yet.... I just find yoga so darn hard Darla ! " he replied.
"You know my name?" she asked curiously.
"It's listed on the course schedule..." Steve
Darla blushed again ,"Of course , silly me....well I hope to see you at my class tomorrow night... Steve isn't it?" , she said , looking into Steve's eyes.
"I'll be there......but you'd better behave !"Steve replied wagging a finger at her in jest.
"That might be difficult for me ....I can be a bit of a brat sometimes!" she said seductively .
Steve was happily surprised at her reply.
Steve enjoyed the sight of Darla's shapely posterior gyrating in those skin-tight yoga pants as she walked away ,and imagined giving it a sound spanking.
But first he would have to endure another of Darla's challenging yoga classes !
Darla had that mischievious grin on her face again when Steve entered the hot yoga room.
As usual she looked so comfortable and composed in her cross-legged lotus pose.
By contrast ,Steve had to raise himself up by sitting on a block just to get into the pose , and even then he sat awkwardly with his knees still high in the air.
If he was starting to think attending the class was a mistake , his fears were confirmed when Darla calmly announced that the class would be more challenging than usual.
"Just do your best." she said , gazing directly at Steve and giving him a wink.
For the next hour , Darla put the class through its paces with complex poses Steve had never even heard of before.
At one point he thought about leaving as he slithered and flopped on the mat , tying himself up in knots .The unbearable heat in the room didn't help.
When he had an opportunity to look at Darla it was clear she was thoroughly enjoying his clumsy attempts to follow along.
"Let's finish off with something 'really challenging' shall we?"Darla chirped .
She could not hide her amusement at the look on Steve's face.
The pose was called a 'modified' peacock and as usual it was child's play for Darla.
A number of students did accomplish it or made a valiant attempt , and a few others were smart enough to not even try.
For Steve it was a matter of pride , but unfortunately his pride was badly wounded as he passed the point of no return and felt himself wobbling badly.
The room shook when Steve's prone dead weight crashed to the floor.
Some of his classmates were genuinely concerned when he took a few seconds to regain his composure ,he heard a few girlish giggles from behind , and Darla looked devilishly amused.
Like a good sport, Steve put the mishap behind him and finished the lesson.
After the lesson he lingered long enough to be alone with Darla.
"That was silly of me Steve ,I should never put my students at risk....I hope you're not hurt?" She gushed.
"Just my pride!" Steve replied with a smile.
Darla put a hand on Steve's arm again . "Let me make it up to you Steve...how about I cook you dinner...I make a mean curry...do you like Indian food?" She asked.
Inside Steve was jumping for joy , but he didn't want Darla to know that .
"Your cooking might be wasted on me Darla ,I'm more of a meat and potatoes guy..."he replied trying to look nonchalant.
Darla moved closer .
"Don't worry I promise to go easy on the spices for you?" She pleaded.
Steve smiled and nodded.
"If you don't you're bottom will be warmer than the curry!" he threatened.
His response seemed to take the usually composed Darla by surprise and her face flushed red.
"Er....um..ah...this Friday after class then.?....you are still coming to class?" Darla asked anxiously.
"I'll be at class ...and I'll bring the wine." Steve replied confidently.
Darla's Friday class was subdued compared to the last one and she took the time to give Steve special attention.
She wore red yoga pants that were almost translucent and she made sure to provide Steve with repeated glimpses of her cleavage with multiple cobra poses.
After class Steve complemented Darla on the class.
"You look good in red!"Steve said boldly ,commenting on Darla's outfit and once again her face matched the colour as he strode off.
"Oh you shouldn't have Steve." Darla blushed when she took the flowers from a beaming Steve.
It was the first time he had seen Darla wearing something other than workout clothes and she did not disappoint.
Her long blonde mane flowed freely and she wore a low cut summer dress which hugged the curves of her trim figure . It was just short enough to display her shapely legs .
Steve sat in the kitchen watching her tend their supper, and she took every opportunity to lean over giving him a teasing glimpse of her shapely derriere.
The wine flowed and they became more comfortable and intimate together , joking , teasing and chatting.
Darla dipped a wooden spoon in one of the pots and held it up to Steve's mouth.
"Taste test!"she chirped.
Steve hesitated before tentatively taking a mouthful of the sauce.
Darla's bratting grin should have been a warning.
First his lips and mouth tingled , then went numb before finally feeling like his mouth was on fire!
Darla giggled exhuberently when Steve ran for the water tap and began guzzling to cool his mouth.
His eyes were watering and his heart pounding when he finally was able to speak.
Darla's eyes were watering too- from laughing.
"Oops wrong pot." She cackled.
Steve moved menacingly closer to her , hands on hips.
"Tell me you didn't do that on purpose?"
Darla smiled and shrugged.
Her expression changed when Steve picked up the wooden spoon and continued his advance.
Darla backed up.
"Now Steve....it was just a joke...Er...uhm .....what are you going to do?" She stammered , her gaze fixed on the wooden spoon Steve was tapping against his palm.
"I'm going to give you that spanking young lady!"
Darla's eyes darted around in search of an escape route but her mobility was restricted by the heels she wore .
She decided her best option was to hide behind the kitchen table and force Steve to make a move to come and get her.
For a few moments they played an exile rating game of cat and mouse with Darla feigning one way and Steve countering her move.
Cornered , Darla decided to try negotiations.
"OK Steve ....I'm sorry....it was just a joke...I'll be good."
Steve surprised her by reaching over and grabbing her wrist.
Darla tried to wrench it free but she was firmly in Steve's grip now and he pulled her to him.
Instead of resisting ,Darla pressed herself into Steve's arms and he pulled her closer.
Their eyes met and slowly so did their lips in a long embrace.
Darla looked up at him.
"Nice try Darla but you're still getting that spanking!" Steve announced.
Darla's jaw dropped and her eyes grew as large as saucers when Steve tossed her,fireman style,over his shoulder.
"Don't you dare....put me down this minute!"Darla squealed , her legs kicking and her fists pounding on Steve's back.
Setting her on her feet , Steve put one leg on the counter and draped Darla over it.
During the struggle , her skirt had hoisted up around her waist to reveal two shapely globes ,framed by a tiny white lace thong.
Both cheeks were bare and ready to be spanked.
Steve took a moment to drink in the sight of Darla's magnificent derriere.
It was even more perfect than he had pictured.
Darla's cheeks clenched when Steve's palm caressed her silky smooth skin.
She cooed in ecstacy as his fingers slid inside her undies and he peeled them down to reveal her bottom in all its glory.
Steve's hand rose and he brought it down smartly on Darla's right cheek.
It rose and fell again , this time on her left cheek.
Darla's cheeks jiggle seductively with each spank and soon turned pink.
The sexy spanking continued , not too hard but enough to leave a sting in her tail and have her gyrating on Steve's lap.
Steve felt his erections grow and so did Darla who grinder her hip against his crotch.
Steve picked up the pace , spanking harder and faster . Darla's legs began kicking wildly , giving him a glimpse of her glistening jewels.
Her bottom was bright red now and her cries and howls hoarse.
Then Darla squealed loudly when instead of Steve's palm she felt something hard snap against her bottom.
It was the wooden spoon!
It stung really badly and Steve peppered her entire bottom with rapid-fire swats .
Darla was literally bouncing on his lap now as he brought her spanking to a conclusion.
When he finally stopped they were both breathing heavily . Darla groaned and lay prone on his lap for a few moments before speaking.
"OOOH. ..my poor bottom is on fire." She moaned.
She flinched when Steve sat her on his lap.
Their eyes met and they kissed passionately again.
"I'd better finish our curries ..." Darla sighed sliding off Steve's lap.
Her head turned to study her flaming red bottom and she rubbed it carefully.
"Aren't you going to pull my panties up?" She purred.
Steve grinned and began undoing the back of Darla's dress.
He slid her panties down to her ankles and Darla stepped out of them.
"The curry can wait!" He said as Darla's dress slipped to the floor.