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ALI1A--Part 1..... The Circle of Light
She stood in the center of the room with her hands at her sides.
Even at a distance of eight feet the heat from the fireplace at her
back was uncomfortable. She felt a trickle of sweat run from her
left armpit down her left side. Despite her effort to remain
motionless, she shivered.
"You were told to be still." His voice was in front of her. He
spoke quietly, but the sound of his voice rekindled some excite-
ment. Her hands grasped the sides of her skirt in an effort to
keep her arms from moving. She tried to slow her breathing, to
regain her composure.
His voice, so familiar from the hours on the telephone, now so
strange sounding in-person, helped her to endure the waiting. Not
seeing him made her uneasy. When she'd rung the doorbell she'd
expected him to be there, but instead the door opened on an empty
corridor, empty but for the note on the threshold. She'd read the
note and followed the terse instructions. She walked the length of
the corridor, found the large room, then stood quietly in the
center with her back to the fireplace.
The longer she waited the more foolish she felt. The room was
sparsely furnished and the high, flat ceiling made her feel small.
Then the spotlights illuminating her became brighter so that she
couldn't see beyond the lighted circle. The perimeter of the room
was hidden in shadow.
When his voice sounded again, it came from far to her right. She
started, glanced over to the shadows, saw nothing. "Are you
ready?" Oh, was she ready! But when she tried to reply her
throat was constricted and she found herself nodding her head.
"Undress." Again, from the right.
She fumbled with the buttons of her blouse then let it slide from
her arms to the floor. His voice, suddenly on her left, told her
to fold her clothes neatly. She retrieved the blouse, folded it
carefully, then placed it on the floor in front of her. As she
undressed she felt as nervous as a teenager, but secretly she
relished the anxiety and so perhaps undressed faster than she had
planned. Yes, she had planned this!
Finally she added her panties to the small pile of clothing, moved
her shoes to the top of the pile, then stood straight again with
her hands at her sides. She guessed that he was examining her. She
heard footsteps as he walked around her in the shadows and knew
that he was appraising her. She shivered again and turned red as
goosebumps appeared on her flesh. God! Was she ever this nervous
before? Surely not in her teens or in the twenty years since!
He'd said her appearance was not important, but she'd not believed
him. But she expected some reactions from him, some compliments or
other sounds of appreciation. She received silence. An occasional
footstep as he moved around her, but no vocal sounds.
She did not hear him come up behind her until his hands seized her
shoulders and turned her to face him. He drew her into his arms
and held her quietly. His lips brushed her hair and moved down to
nuzzle her throat. He slid his hands down her back and clasped
them together behind her ass to press her tightly against him.
His left arm went around her waist and squeezed her closer. Then,
very slowly, his right hand spanked her.
At first the sudden stings caused her to try to squirm out of his
grasp. Her hands flew behind her to block the spanks. He whispered
a reminder for her to stand still with her hands at her sides.
She really looked at him now, at his glaring eyes and the firm line
of his mouth. Then, she stood erect and moved her hands to her
sides. The spanking resumed. He struck her flesh with the flat of
his hand in a slow cadence, but he struck harshly and confined the
smacks to the base of her ass.
She willed herself to accept the punishment stoically. She never
displayed weakness before any man and she believed he would not be
an exception, especially if he thought he could impress her with a
childish punishment. She had not counted on the severity of the
smacks or on the cumulative effects of the prolonged spanking. As
her buttocks became hot she started to wince. Soon she was
whimpering.
She felt her loins push against him under the force of the spanks.
She knew he was enjoying her discomfort; as each smack drove her
against him she could feel his cock twitch against her lower belly.
The spanks seemed to get harder, the sting to get hotter. She
started to cry. But as her vision blurred she felt herself push
her ass back to meet his palm and so became an active participant
in continuing her travail. He responded by tightening his grasp of
her waist and increasing the speed of the spanking.
She broke into sobs then and cried against his shoulder. He paused,
delivered an especially severe spank, and held his hand pressed
into her smarting skin. She continued to bawl as his hand slowly
relieved the pressure and gently rubbed her tender ass. He lifted
her chin and kissed her eyes, tasting her tears before pressing his
lips on hers and kissing her deeply.
As he stepped back from her she found it difficult to stand. Her
legs seemed unstable, her ass burned, and yet she felt alive and
excited. When he told her to lie down she did so with too much
enthusiasm; even soft carpeting feels harsh against freshly spanked
buttocks. Then, as she stretched herself out she became self-
conscious again, watching him stand above her, feeling his eyes
on her. (So intense! Did her never smile?)
At last he knelt beside her, took her left wrist in his hands and
raised it high above her head. She couldn't see how he tied it,
but she felt him wrap something soft about her wrist before
stretching her arm up and out and securing it to something at floor
level. When he did the same with her right wrist she strained to
watch him, but she couldn't really see anything. Her apprehension
increased momentarily when he reached for her right ankle, extended
her leg wide, and tied it tightly, but when he tied her left ankle
she resigned herself to helplessness and found that she trusted
him. When he rose and gazed down at her the open vulnerability of
her spreadeagled position resurrected her nervousness, but she
found she was excited to be so exposed to him and so helpless to
prevent him from using her as he wished.
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