Sassy girl is spanked after her night out

by Eroticty

She was wearing a sassy short skirt that did its best to cover her ample behind. Her top dipped low to prominently display full tits, and her long legs were tanned, the painted toenails flexing in heeled sandals. It was a bit out of character for Sarah, quite a departure from her usually dignified self, but she smiled at her flushed cheeks in the bar mirror reflection as she wriggled her butt on the stool.

She turned in her seat, skirt riding high on bare thighs as she mentally returned to the group. There were four such professional ladies present, and they'd been there for almost 3 hours, giggling their way through five rounds of margaritas.

Their quartet had flirted shamelessly with the bartender, apologized for the glass they'd broken (oops) and rejected every attempt he'd made to get them away from the bar and into a booth. They voraciously nibbled the happy hour munchies, sang loudly with jukebox music from the 1980's, annoyed a couple of extremely grim, overdressed businessmen, and discussed everything from job stresses, political worries and of course, SEX.

The sex part was fairly tame. Even though they were relaxing among friends, they wouldn't go into great detail discussing sexual specifics. They did talk about favorite positions, however, and how Janet, the control freak, loved to be on top. Sweet Shirley preferred to be on her back, her legs held high, even though she blushed when she admitted this. Lou, on the other hand, didn't care how she was fucked as long as the "son of a bitch made her cum."

They never did get around to Sarah's preferences because that was about the time of the broken glass incident. But that was probably a good thing, because she couldn't really tell the others about her sexual needs. Her cravings. Her innermost desires. She was afraid they just might be shocked.

Because the man she loved was at home waiting to give her what she needed. Her Master was there, ready to push her sexual limits, to broaden her experiences. His kisses were incredible; he caressed her when she was good, punished her hard when she was bad, but always gave her intense orgasms.

He often made her play with herself for his enjoyment, an activity that still caused her to blush. Her shyness made him chuckle and tease; this inhibition was unusual for her because they'd done so many other wild things together.

Her Master often restrained her arms and legs and used a variety of blindfolds and gags. He enjoyed roughly fucking her mouth, pussy and ass with an assortment of toys and, of course, with his impressive cock. He used paddles, hairbrushes, whips and belts on her, spanked her to tears just because he knew it was what she needed, and lately had been threatening to paddle her in front of some of their friends if she continued to misbehave.

Sarah looked at her group of girl friends laughing at the bar. Her cheeks grew hot as she imagined that situation. Would he actually do that to her, she wondered? Would he truly paddle her in front of this group? She hoped not, but she knew he was most serious about her well-deserved punishments.

She again turned her entire attention back to the group, smiling a bit at her inward thoughts. Luckily for Sarah, the party was breaking up, as everyone had to return to their regular lives. Shirley and Janet were leaving together; Janet, of course, was driving, and Lou was headed to another club for further adventures.

Sarah told everyone goodbye and promised that her man would be there soon. But as soon as the rest were gone she gulped her drink and ran to the rest room. She removed her panties, thrilled at the positively naked feeling (such a bad girl) and stashed the pink satin in her purse. Then she ran to catch a cab, waving to the well-tipped bartender as she scampered out the door.

As she rode home, she shamelessly exposed bits of herself crossing and uncrossing her long legs. Leaning forward to apply more lipstick, she peeked at the driver in the rearview mirror and winked. Then she pursed her lips, happy that the nice dark wine color flawlessly matched her toes and fingernails.

Sarah paid the cabby well and he grinned at her as she ran up to the house. She fumbled a bit with the lock but then stepped inside, walking into the foyer, looking around in puzzlement. She searched several rooms, finally wandering into the kitchen, calling his name. Where was he?

Then she felt a large hand take hold of her upper arm and teeth sharply biting on the back of her neck. Goose bumps covered her body as he stroked her with both hands, touching her tits, waist, her hips. Then the hands traveled lower to her barely covered ass.

"Little one, what have we here?" He asked, lifting her short skirt.

Sarah sighed and moved back against his questing hands as he cupped her naked ass cheeks and began kneading and stroking.

"Naughty, naughty girl," he said into her ear, and she heard the smile in his tone. "In public, wearing such a short skirt, without your panties?"

He spanked her gently, teasingly. "Did anyone see you?"

"The cab driver was watching me very closely," she managed.

"I see." He said, losing some of the smile, and handling her ass more firmly.

"Spread your legs," was the command, and as she did, he wrapped his arms around her, pulled her bare ass hard against his fully clothed body. One hand squeezed her already erect nipples and she sighed as he began to finger her damp pussy with the other.

Sarah couldn't move, couldn't escape, and he held her tightly as he pleasured her. She bit her lip as she moaned, wriggling helplessly against him.

"Over the table." He said, and he moved her there quickly. "Put your hands out." She leaned forward, hands pressed flat against the oak.

He lifted her skirt up completely, exposing her bare cheeks. Fingering her roughly, he toyed with her clit, teased her ass, and easily controlled every part of her. He slapped her ass hard and she cried out, pumping her wet pussy shamelessly against his penetrating fingers.

"Sarah. Such a lovely red handprint on your pretty white ass," he said, and began to spank her hard, over and over, the smacking sounds filling the room.

"My little slut," he said, spanking firmly, "showing yourself to other men."

Sarah clenched her ass cheeks to try and escape the relentless blows, yet she moved her hips in time with his clit action, helping his sliding fingers fuck into her pussy. He stopped slapping her cheeks for a moment and she wondered if her punishment was over for the evening.

But no. The next swat stung incredibly, she barely controlled a yelp, and she knew he'd switched to one of the hairbrushes he kept handy for just such an occasion.

"Your ass belongs to me, little one," he said, hard spanks accompanying his words.

Sarah knew her ass must be bright red and both pain and desire filled her head as he continued to hairbrush her naughty behind.

"Yes," she whimpered. "I love you, Master," she managed, and began to shake.

"Come for me," he instructed, and she exploded, hands still on the table, ass quivering as he continued to spank her and finger her pussy through the crest of her orgasm. Her eyes were closed as she shuddered and her knees were suddenly weak.

His hands left her ass and there was a rustling sound as he removed his clothing. She quivered when she heard his pants fall to the floor.

She felt the heat of his hard cock a second before he thrust into her drenched pussy, sliding forcefully into her, giving her what she'd craved all evening. His hands were on her hips, and he praised her for handling such a serious spanking while his aroused body slammed against her sore cheeks. The table was very sturdy, thankfully, as he fucked her fiercely.

While he stroked into her he used her wetness to finger her ass. Sarah leaned forward, still shaking, as he pulled from her pussy, held her down firmly with one hand and pushed his cock into her tight ass.

She squealed as he penetrated her roughly, shoving his cock into her, and then whimpered as he again pleasured her sensitive clit. He gave her what she needed, what she wanted, pumping into her ass as his clever fingers forced her to climax yet again.

As soon as she began to quiver with her orgasm he followed, pouring himself into her willing body. He groaned, finishing with slower and slower strokes. Then he leaned over her form slightly, still breathing heavily.

"Little one," he said, kissing her neck. "I love you, and I love your girl's nights out."

Sarah laughed shakily, still shuddering from the overwhelming sensations. "Oh, yes, my love and my Master, so do I. So do I."

The End