I walked into the hotel room, letting myself in with the keycard. She was standing there to the side of the bed, eyes downcast. My list had been explicit.
White seamless panties, hipster or low rise bikini style (no thongs, string bikini, granny or lace). Thigh high stockings or over-the-knee socks, also white, no garter belts. Short skirt and button up the front shirt, (color and style is your choice). Mascara, and lip color (no gloss), absolutely no other makeup. Shoes and accessories are up to you. Take a bath before coming, use ivory soap or baby wash, no scented lotions, perfumes or hair products. No deodorant or antiperspirants. Bring your hairbrush.
Standing, waiting for inspection, a sign of approval, she quickly peeked up from her down cast posture, only to meet my eye, staring right into hers, caught she gasped and quickly turned her eyes downward.
“Good girl, keep your eyes down” I said, walking past her to the leather armchair by the window. Taking off my suit jacket, I placed it on the bed, next my tie folding it twice, placing it on top the jacket, lastly I unbuttoned my cuffs and rolled up the sleeves of my white shirt to mid forearm. It was daylight and the late afternoon sun shown in through the small high window next to the leather chair. walking into the light, I noticed a piece of white lint on my black wool pants, brushing it off, I sat with an audible sigh into the chair and stretched out my feet, inspecting my black shoes, shined this morning, not a scuff, good.
Finally settled, I looked up a the girl standing to my right, again catching her looking at me, I frowned and said “Come over here,” softly, keeping the my voice low and measured, to hide my irritation, and keep your eyes down.
Stepping carefully in her very high wedge heels, black, strapped at the ankle. Sitting forward on the edge of my seat, I motion her to step between my knees, because I’m seated, her chin is almost touching her chest to avoid my eye. Looking up at her face, I see she older than she initially looked, about 30-35, a few lines at her eyes and mouth, white skin, almost pink, a small nose, red lips, no gloss. Her bottom lip, fuller than the top, has a little scab where she had bitten, or had been otherwise marked by another, the top lip, a cupids bow. Her eyes are hidden under long lashes with a few clumps of black mascara visible, black eye liner darkened both top and bottom lid. Her eyes I know they are green and large, from earlier.
Gazing further up past a high forehead, her brown hair is pinned up, with a clip, exposing her white delicate neck. I estimate it to be about shoulder length, long enough to get a good handful. Back down her face past her ears, small and flat to her head to her jaw line. It is long and delicate, a small blemish on the right side just before her mouth, the chin delicate, no cleft.
It had been a while since I had moved or spoken, taking several minutes to examine her face, so I said “You are very pretty,” and now I notice a flush on her chest expanding up her neck coloring her cheeks, a reaction to my quiet scrutiny, and pronouncement.
“Now for the clothes and body,” I said as I sat further back I take in the whole girl standing in front. She is about 5ft. 4″, shorter than me, and normally proportioned. Starting at the bottom, with those silly high wedge heels, black leather, open toe, with straps at the ankle. I reached down, and slid them off, obediently, she helped by lifting a foot slightly towards me so I can slip them off her heal, starting to fall over she puts a hand on my shoulder. The hand is warm through my shirt. Standing in stocking feet, I see that she is really only just over 5ft. Opaque white stockings that came just above the knee, ending in a lacy band.
Sitting back, my face at eye level to the skirt, it is black and short, coming just above mid thigh, a hands width of pale white flesh between the bottom of the hemline and the top of the stockings. The shirt white, with double pleats, one at each side. Reaching out I motioned her to step forward to within reach and when she did, I pinched the material at the skirt at the hemline between my fingers, a cotton blend, heavy material. The shirt was white, button-up, un-tucked, it was simple cotton like my own. The top two buttons were undone, two middle buttons made up, the tailored cut of the shirt tight at her chest and waist, the bottom button was undone. I reached up and undid the third button, exposing the valley between her breasts almost to the navel, the girl sighed softly, her chest rising and falling, a little quicker. I pulled the shirt open wide, pleased to find small pink nipples, hard and tight from their exposure. The breast small and uplifted, an A cup, possibly a B. “I like small breasts,” I said to no one in particular.
Releasing the shirt it closed on the beautiful breasts, failing to cover her right nipple, I placed my hands on her thighs, just above the knee. I ran my hands up, fingers lightly tracing the stocking fabric, past the lacy tops, continuing up the bare expanse to the skirt hem. Using my finger tips, I lifted the front of her skirt just far enough to see she was wearing white low rise cotton bikini panties, my eyes lingering on the soft rise where the delicate cotton material disappeared between her legs.
I said, “Spread your legs” in order to widen her stance. As she moved her feet further apart, I reached up with my right hand and caressed that sweet saddle between her legs, a damp warm spot, checking for a seam, this elicited a low moan and involuntary movement, she bent her knees, pressing her pussy downward to meet my hand, begging for more force. Pulling back my hand, I looked up and frowned, “Turn around,” I said, though I was secretly pleased at the response.
Eyes down, cheeks flushed, she carefully turned trying to avoid tripping on my feet which had found a spot adjacent to hers. Grasping her hips, in part to steady her turn and also to ensure she didn’t step away from my reach, I stopped her when her ass faced me. She had stopped with her feet together, her toes wiggling nervously. I reached my hands down between her legs tapping on her inner thighs to signal my desire for her to again widen her stance. Stepping her feet wider, until her feet met my black shoes.
Switching my hands to the outside of her thighs I trailed my hands upward, trailing bare skin, lightly to the bottom of her panties then lifting the back of her her skirt, I exposed the white panties covering her ass, the seamless white cottony expanse stretched across the valley. It was a nice full bottom, the cheeks high, a dimple to either side of her spine just above, her hips were wide, not boyish. A little cellulite dimpled the flesh at her hips and some more was on the back of her thighs, just below the rise of her ass.
Using my right hand I traced the line from the right dimple across her back to the crack of her ass that started right above the top of her low rise panty. From there I traveled down the crack pushing the panty material into the valley, further and further down between her legs, until I felt a hard ridge of something not flesh. Stopping, I traced the object outline a button, the familiar handle of a butt plug.
“What is this?” My voice hard and low. “That was not part of your instructions” turning her roughly I stood up. She looked up, at me and said, “you didn’t say I couldn’t…” she started to explain, a little half smile on her lips. Quick as a snake, I slapped her silent, the smile, gone, shocked tears sprang from her eyes. My hand print starting to blossom on her pale white cheek.
Starting to raise her hand to the cheek, “Stop!” I ordered. Frozen, she waited as black trails started down her face. “Turn around,” I said in a low voice, struggling to maintain control. She slowly turned the hand returning dutifully to her side. With a hand in the middle of her back I pushed her forward to her knees, and lifting the skirt, roughly pulling down the panties, and I grasped the button in my right hand, and roughly pulled out the plug, at the same time I shoved two fingers on my other hand into her anus feeling her rectum slowly tighten on my fingers. With my thumb, I stroked the slit of her pussy, feeling the muscles of her rectum tighten with pleasure around my fingers, I pulled them free. Turning her around, I put the two fingers into her surprised mouth, rubbing them on her tongue feeling her automatic response of sucking and licking them. Then, pulling them out, I pushed the butt plug past her lips and into her mouth and said “Hold this, it is now your gag.”
Standing, I pulled her to her feet, and walking backward to my chair, I sat down on the edge, and pulled her down across my lap, ass up. Her chest and head hanging down almost to the floor, to my left, her hips across my right leg, feet on the floor to my right. A few hairs had escaped their bonds and trailed across her red tear-damp cheek. Her eyes closed face turned towards me, the butt plug ring, like a big binky, protruded from her pursed lips.
Lifting her skirt, I pulled her panties back up, covering her beautiful full ass. Then smoothing the skirt back in place, I reached under her neck and chest with my left hand and grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her face and head around to face me and then lifted her head up, so that it was nearly up to my chest level, her body twisting so that it partly faced me, her neck and torso twisting at an uncomfortable angle, I grasped the ring of the plug pulling it gently from her mouth and asked “safe word?”
She shook her head indicating she would not be using one, putting the plug back between her teeth, I slapped her face again, hard, at the same spot. Surprised, the cry muffled by the plug. Again, gently pulling the plug out, I asked again, using a more forceful tone, “safe word?” “Daisy,” she whispered, eyes closed, subdued. Rubbing the wet plug on her red cheek, I said, “good girl” and then put the plug back in her mouth.
Still holding onto her hair forcing her face around so she could see my face and my arm I reached down and gently raised her skirt again to expose her backside. Tracing the crack of her ass with my right finger, following the valley between here plump cheeks, to the wet spot between her legs. I explored the shape of her puffy vulva, feeling the dampness of her wet pussy, as my fingers traveled over seamless panty, the textures all hers. Lowering her head, but still gripping her hair so her face was to me, I adjusted her position so that here bottom was correctly positioned at the bottom of my planned trajectory, my cock rock hard, pressing through the fabric of my pants, into her side.
Quickly raising my hand I brought it down with force on her panty clad bottom, once, twice, three times in quick succession. She arched to meet the hand moaning around the plug. Again I traced the valley of her full bottom from top to vulva, searching the fabric at the top of her cleft for a hint of her clit. finding a small hard button, I lightly rubbed it through the material, bringing low moans and movement. Then again this time much harder I quickly rained 5 slaps in a row, this time getting a little sharp cry of pain. But still, her tender ass rose to meet my hand at the bottom of my swing, welcoming the impact.
Again, I ran my finger down her ass, when I got to the damp union of her thighs, I slipped my hand under her panty to touch the rosebud of her asshole, then turning my finger, running the fingernail down the sides of her wet and open vulva, stopping to deliver a gentle pinch to a labia on my way to her clit, swollen with desire my finger wet from the journey, I gently teased the button of her clit, getting a moan of delight from her, “not yet,” I said firmly, pulling back my hand.
With my free hand, the other still grasping her hair, I lifted the waist band of her panties and pulled down. She lifted her hips to assist in there lowering. Pulling them down to her stockings exposing her ass, red from the spanking. Tightening my grip on her hair I pulled her head further around so she could see the pink cheeks. She smiled and said, “Please.”
Without warning, I quickly raised my right arm, and started spanking her ass getting harder and harder, alternating cheeks. Raising her ass to meet my hand she moaned, then as the blows continued, she squealed, then crying out in pain, even then still raising her ass to meet the blows, when tears of pain started to run down her cheeks, and her ass completely red now going towards blue, the hips were no longer raising, but still no safe word, I was impressed, grateful. Not wanting to cause real damage I move my target down to her thighs just above the lacy top of her stockings, then back up to the crease of her ass my hand grazing her dripping pussy.
Finally, feeling the beast return to slumber, my human side took over and I started to lighten up my swing, eventually stopping to caress the hot cherry red flesh of her ass, tears flowing freely from her face. Gripping her hair, I pulled her face up to mine, bending her backwards almost double, and licked a tear from her black mascara streaked face and softly kissed her cheek.
Turning her over, so she sat between my legs, tender ass hanging down, I plucked the butt plug from her teeth and tossed it aside. With a gentle kiss on her mouth, cradling her in my arms, rocking forward, I stood up, and carried her to the bed laying her down, on her side.
I went to the bathroom and wetting the hand towels and wash cloths with cold water I returned to the bed, grabbing a dry towel as well. She was still there crying softly, curled into a fetal ball, here clothes were gone, removed while I was gone, only her stockings remained. I walked to the bed, and sat next to her and gently washed the mascara and tears from her face. Turning her face down, I layered the cool wet towels and clothes on her red bottom and thighs.
Spreading her legs I placed two fingers in her pussy feeling for that familiar spot, just above the pubic bone. With my other hand I dipped a finger, wet from my mouth, I found her swollen clit and whispered, “now pet, now”. Gently at first, the roughly, I coaxed several hip shaking orgasms, each time, thighs pressed tightly trapping my hands in place, pussy convulsing around my fingers, only to relax as if asking for another, when finally spent, there were fresh tears on her face and little smile. Her thighs still clenched and locking my hands in their grasp, I slowly pulled them out.
Covering her up with the bed sheet, she closed her eyes, so I said “sleep now, I’ll wait.”
© The Sleeping Beast, 2013