She was tired...eyes burning from cigarette smoke...neck sorefrom the continuous propping of an insistant phone.She guided the big car through the rush hour traffic like anautomaton...thoughts whirling with the events and decisions ofthe day. As she entered the beachhouse she noticed an envelope on thefloor under the seldom used mail slot, and as she picked it upall thoughts of her day disappeared like smoke from a chimney.She drew a nail across the seal and withdrew a single sheet ofexpensive bond...unsigned, but it never was. That was part ofthe excitement...never being totally sure that it was him.She began reading...and a familiar shiver went through her. She put a bottle of wine to chill...an excellent year, forshe knew the consequences for failure to please. She drew a bath...and luxuriated in mountains of bubbles,taking endless care in cleaning every inch of silken skin toa lovely transparent flush. She styled her hair...each curlplaced with exceptional care. She added makeup...just a hintin places, for her skin was very good...and she needed no morecolor....as she was blushing almost constantly.She dressed...a brief task...panties...a short pleated skirt...white nylon blouse...nylons and black heels. She added jewelryand did her nails. All these things took but half an hour...which was well, forno more had she finished than she heard the door open.She smiled bravely...and tried to look as appealing as possible.He stalked in...looking for all the world like a gladiator nowreturned from combat. He wore jeans...and a simple pullover shirt,which failed to conceal the muscles beneath. He closed the door,and studied her appearance.He walked a circle around her...she stood frozen...like a birdcaptured by the gaze of a viper. He raised her skirt casually, andexamined the exposed places with easy familiarity. She made noobjection to this intrusion. He cupped a breast roughly, and waitedto pounce at any reaction.She remained impassive...at what cost only she knew.He went to a closet...and withdrew several lengths of soft nylonrope, which he tucked under an arm. He also found a short, wideleather belt and swished it casually through the air as he closedthe closet door and returned to her side. He tied a length of rope around her waist...not tightly, butfirm enough to prevent excessive movement. He tied each wrist toanother piece of rope...then to the rope at her waist. The slightlybent position of her arms was not painful, but drew the nylonblouse into sharp relief across her breasts...a motion which rubbedher nipples like sandpaper.He took an arm...and led her to the front of the beachhouse. Thesands before it were empty...it was November and the crowds had gonesouth to warmer climes. The sunporch was simply furnished...astudio couch, a small table upon which the wine sat in an icebucket...accompanied by a glass...and two straight backed chairsor old, solid oak construction.He placed her in front of one of the chairs, back to it....and sat.He poured the wine, and drank appreciatively, a long swallow.He raised her skirt and placed the bunched material in her hands,still restrained at her waist.She was shivering in spite of the warmth of the room. She wasfrightened...a little...and it was delicious.Once he had whipped her here...just like this...daring her to moveor cry out...repeated strokes with that same wide belt across herdefenseless bottom...at least a dozen. She had not given in to thetears then...she had remained still and in place...taunting him withher control. The pain had been severe...more than any before or since,but she had won...and he had given her a release which she wouldremember forever as a prize. He finished the wine...and patted her directly on her cute lacy,panties. He led her to the couch and laid her on her back, tossing herskirt up casually as he did so. Her thighs were lovely...rounded andfirm...with a sweet hint of virginality in her pose. He looked for along moment...then raised the belt. She watched him...trusting but apprehensive...and excited beyondanything she had ever felt. Surely he wouldn't...please God...let him.He brought the belt down in a moderate arc...the stroke landingacross the front of her thighs with a sharp sting. He placed twomore there...both dangerously near the junction of her thighs...andwatched her face.She closed her eyes...and in doing so admitted defeat. The sensationsand possibilities were too strong...he would win this time. Shewould give in...she always did eventually, but he had won quicklybecause of this different approach. She opened her legs wide...andfelt his hands gently slip her panties down her legs.His weight was a welcome sensation...and he made love to her as healways did...generously and thoroughly, spending extra time withevery place he knew would stimulate her. When the release finallycame she knew that whatever unknown costs there were in it, she wasright in letting it go on.Later, as they sipped wine together, he spoke."I'm getting out of the mail room next week...I got the junior accountexec's job..."She would never tell him.
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