Wicked Wednesday 272 – Black and White – (The Socialite and the Mechanic)

On the outside, she had it all. Her life was a whirlwind of glittering galas and charity balls. Her time was filled with social engagements and bad dates with men as rich as she. But those men bored her. She wanted something, someone real, and authentic in her life. Something beyond the boredom of charity work and ribbon cutting ceremonies. But she never knew where to look.

He was a mechanic and while his childhood had been stable and happy, they’d never had much. He scoffed to see these people on television or in glossy magazines, posing in clothes that could’ve paid his monthly mortgage twice over. But he had a good heart and never could resist a damsel in distress.

The teal 430i BMW rolled into his lot just about closing time and Allen rolled his eyes. Probably some jerk looking to get work done and they’d get angry when Allen said they were closed. Not what he wanted to deal with on a Friday night. He just wanted to go home, have a beer, watch the game, and unwind after a long week. As Allen got closer to the car, he could clearly see that the driver had a flat tire. He figured he’d stay and fix it; a flat never took long. His decision was cemented when a pretty redhead with grey eyes climbed from the vehicle. As she approached him, clearly upset, he smiled at her. “I don’t bite I promise. Any idea what you hit?” She shook her head slightly, “Not a clue. I just felt the car start to pull to the side and figured it needed looked at. I wasn’t even sure it was a flat tire.” And she laughed nervously. “But I see you’re closed up for the night. Can I leave it here and have you take a look Monday?” He arched an eyebrow, genuinely surprised at how down to earth she seemed, for driving such a spoiled rich girl sort of car.

“Actually, a flat won’t take long and you look like you’re on your way somewhere. I can fix this up in a few minutes and you can be on your way.” She grinned at him and gave a naughty giggle. “Take your time, I’m trying to avoid a bad date my mom set me up with. Here let me get a picture of the tire…” And she began to furiously text for a moment, clearly explaining to the date that she couldn’t make it and why, complete with picture. “There, that’s one to cross off my lift. And she laughed more freely this time., with him joining her. “I don’t know you, but I’d say you’re a devious little minx for that trick.” “Oh, where are my manners? My name is Lana Eggleston.” He nodded, “Allen Green. Nice to meet you Lana.”

The following Tuesday Lana’s cell phone rang with an unfamiliar number. “Hello?” “Hello, is this Lana? It’s Allen from Green’s Auto, I just wanted to let you know that your car is all fixed up and ready to go.” “Oh thank you! I’ll be down soon to pick it up.”

On the cab ride over to pick up the car she caught herself thinking about Allen and how handsome he’d been even in oil stained jeans and a grimy t-shirt, his hands black from his work. He seemed so down to earth and calm. So unlike the smooth talking men her mother seemed to think she’d prefer. Paying the cabbie she stepped out to see her baby parked in the lot and went inside to settle the bill. Allen waved her off, saying the work was on the house and she looked at him “At least let me take you to dinner. Your choice, my treat.”

They enjoyed dinner that night and quickly became an unlikely pair. They were just friends at first, sharing dinners, texting casually back and forth, and getting to know one another. Neither of them noticed when it happened, but the blue collar boy from the wrong side of town and the ball organizing socialite began to fall for one another. Lana knew it first when she was sitting next to him on his couch, drinking a beer and watching a football game and she realized that this could be her forever and she’d be happy with it. She tentatively scooted closer to him on the couch and his arm fell around her quite naturally in a gentle hug. As she settled against him and he smelled her hair and felt her small frame pressed to his he knew it too. “Lana…,” His voice was a hoarse whisper and she looked up at him, long enough to see the depths of his chocolate brown eyes before he pulled her into a full embrace his lips on hers.

They just seemed to fit right together and she nestled against him, putting all of the emotions she was feeling into the kiss they shared. Allen shifted his weight so he could stand with her in his arms and carried her to his bedroom, never breaking the kiss until he lowered her to her feet and looked at her seriously. “Are you sure?” “Are you?” And they kissed again knowing they were both absolutely certain. Moving slowly they undressed one another kissing and touching each new place as it was revealing. She learned that he liked his nipples played with and he learned that kissing the back of her right knee, but only her right knee made her shiver in delight. And that was only the beginning.

Finally they laid down together, still kissing, touching, and exploring. Slowly he kissed and nibbled at her fair skin as she caressed his tanned arms and ran her fingers through his slightly shaggy mahogany colored hair. They knew one another most intimately eventually and were both eager. There was the tear of a foil packet and a few moments later Allen hovered over Lana, looking down at her with such love on his face.

She hooked her legs around his, pulling him closer to her and they made love. It wasn’t fucking (that would come later), but this was slow and gentle, savored by them both. Growing closer to orgasm Lana grew more frantic and bucked her hips against his, only to have him hold her still and shake his head gently at her. And he moved in and out slower than before, easing her, drawing it out, wanting to watch her face as she found her pleasure. As gasp escaped her lips and she moaned his name. He grinned and suddenly rocked back and forth harder and watched her eyes shatter into a million tiny pieces as an orgasm rushed over her. He wanted to give her one more, but that feeling of her wrapped tightly around was too much and his own orgasm followed, his eyes closed in total bliss before he moved to lie beside her on the bed and snuggle against her. They cuddled there, whispering sweet nothings, until finally sleep claimed them both.

KOTW -Names/Titles (Naming Him)

Martha and Thomas had slowly began to explore a Dominant and submissive relationship sometime ago and he frequently called her “Little Miss” or just “Missy”, but she didn’t know what to call him. They’d tried Master, but both of them found it to be harsh and grating. Sir didn’t have quite the ring to it they wanted and Daddy was just awkward for Martha to say to her husband. So finally one night she asked him what the protocol needed to be and what his title was going to be. He assured his Missy that he would think about it and that she was to as well and they would figure it out, but right now he was going to cuff her and fuck her.

She quickly found her hands trapped and legs spread just like he wanted. Thomas’ fingers caressed her and dipped into her pussy finding her wet and ready for him; his fingers stroked her over and over as she squirmed, begging to be allowed to come for him. “No Little Miss, you’ll come when I say so and only when I say so. You’re mine and I run this show. Understood?” Martha nodded her head, still writhing on the bed as she struggled not to orgasm before he granted her permission. Without warning he withdrew his fingers and stuffed them into her open mouth. Her eyes widened but she began to suck obediently, tasting herself and relishing it.

He climbed onto the bed, cock in hand and guided himself into her pussy, gently at first, slowly. He fucked her languidly, just barely moving as he looked down at her and kissed her forehead, her cheeks, and finally her lips ever so gently and whispered to her again, “You’re mine Little Miss.” She shivered beneath him at the words and arched her hips upward, wanting him to fuck her harder. He laughed softly. “All in good time, my dear. All in good time. His increase of the pace at which he fucked her seemed incrementally slow to her and she was a greedy Little Miss who wanted more of his cock.

Thomas gave her a naughty little smile and suddenly slammed hard into her, causing her to cry out and try even harder to take as much as he would give her and then some. They fucked hard and relentlessly, Missy struggling to hold back the orgasm she had been denied and him enjoying the tight, wet heat of her body. She began to tense up and Thomas froze. “Not yet Missy, not yet. Not until you call me by my proper title.” She moaned softly half in pleasure, half in frustration. They’d played this game before, with her trying all kinds of honorifics hoping one would finally stick and become who he was to her.

“Please Captain, may I come for you?” He made a slight face and shook his head, holding very still inside of her body. “Please may I come for you my Prince?” They both burst into giggles at that one and feeling her clench around his cock made him groan with restrained pleasure. He moved in and out slowly waiting for her next request, to see what would come out of her lovely mouth next. “Dom, can I come for you please?” He tilted his head considering that one and shook his head, still not feeling quite right. She arched her hips against him silently begging for the game to end. “One more try for me Missy, a good one, and I’ll let you come for me.”

She tried very hard to think as she whimpered and bit her lip to keep from simply pleading with her Thomas to fuck her and let her have that orgasm she so desperately wanted. And her mind flashed back to what he said earlier, “You’re mine and I run this show.” She giggled and looked at him,. Her tone was slightly impish although still laced heavily with her desire. “Can I please come for you now, Boss? I promise I’ll be a good girl for you.” Boss. He rolled the word around his in his mind, hearing it in his head. “Say it again. Louder.” “Can I please come for you now, Boss?” He resumed fucking her hard now and grinned down at her. “You’re quite right Little Miss. I am the Boss and you will address me as such from now one. Got it?” She moaned out loud at the feeling of fullness before she answered him proudly, “Yes Boss.” “Now come for me Missy. Come hard!”

Wicked Wednesday 271 – (Encore)

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The concert was over and Ethan held Megan close to him as they walked back to his car. He’d lubed and fucked her ass during the second half of the concert and she was still thinking about being filled up and stretched by his lovely cock that she missed the words that he said. In a heartbeat she was pulled as close to him as possible and he whispered in her ear. “Attend little one.” Immediately Megan was drawn from her reverie and shot him an apologetic look. “I’m sorry Sir. I was just remembering earlier when you fucked my ass and how good it felt.” He laughed softly and slid a hand down to squeeze that aforementioned ass. “Well since that’s what’s on your mind perhaps we’ll do it again later. After your punishment, of course.”

The drive back to Ethan’s house was uneventful, but they could both feel the hum of anticipation building between them. He pulled into the drive and immediately jerked her across the car to him and kissed her hard his tongue tangling with hers. He finally broke the kiss and looked at his pet and smiled. “Let’s go inside.” He unlocked the door and ushered his submissive girlfriend into the house where she immediately knelt at his feet, her spread thighs causing her dress to ride up almost obscenely. He took in the view and nodded to himself. “Good girl. Wait right there.”

Moments later he returns with a small box and sat down across the room then motioned her over. She stood and walked to him, kneeling again at his feet briefly before he patted the seat next to him telling her she could sit. “I have something for you and then we’ll proceed.” And he handed her the box. Opening it, her entire face lit up as she gently pulled out a delicate silver chain collar. “You’ve earned that my dear and I expect to see you wearing it anytime you’re not wearing one of your heavier collars like you will tonight. You can try that one on later, but for now…” He removed a plain leather collar from his pocket, leaned forward, and buckled it around her neck centering the D-ring and giving it a little tug. Megan leaned into him as he did this and before he could pull away she threw her arms around him for a hug. “Thank you Sir. It’s lovely and I will wear it all the time.” He gave her a gentle kiss, “I know you will pet. Now come.” And he led her upstairs by her collar.

“Strip for me.” Megan giggled and turned her back to him, with a coquettish peek over her shoulder and unzipped the dress letting it slide off her shoulders, her hips swaying to music only she could hear. She let the dress fall to her waist as she danced her way towards him and slipped a bra strap from first one shoulder then the other. Undoing the bra she let it slide down her arms, but didn’t reveal her breasts to him quite yet. As she moved close though he reached for the straps and gave a tug causing her to release the bra. He pulled her closer and pinched both nipples at once making her gasp a little and then grin naughtily. A swish of her hips and she was naked for him, but for her high heels. He smiled approvingly at her and let his eyes rake over her curves possessively.

“Lovely. Now, over my knee you go. Do you know why I am punishing you pet?” “No Sir.” As she settled into his lap he ran his fingers though her long auburn hair, giving a sharp tug, “Because I can. isn’t that right?” “Yes Sir.” And his hand came down hard across her ass, once, then twice, all the way to a count of twenty-five turning her pale skin a gorgeous shade of red that he loved to see. He squeezed and massaged the round globes and she wiggled at his touch. She could feel his hard on through his tuxedo pants and whimpered softly. “Find something you want?,” he asked laughing as he leaned back across the bed and just managed to grab the lube and apply a dollop of it to his fingers. He circled her asshole rubbing gently at the puckered skin and felt her sigh. A little more lube and he slipped a finger inside moving it in and out. Megan moaned softly and wiggled again trying to press herself against his finger. Ethan laughed and stood her up, his finger slipping from her ass. “You’ve been so well behaved all night,” he commented as he began to strip himself of the tuxedo he still wore. “Now you’re going to be better.” And he pushed her backwards until she gently fell onto the bed and went to his knees attacking her clit with his tongue. He licked and nipped and sucked, long and slow, short and fast, and soon Megan was writhing beneath him. He looked up at her to see her watching him and smiled at her. “Come for me.” And his tongue lashed at her clit as she tensed just before her orgasm hit. She gushed all over his face making him laugh and the vibration from his laughter only made her come harder.

He stood and quickly lifted her legs into the air exposing all of her to him and slipped his cock into her lubed up ass, fucking her much more gently than he had during the symphony. His movements were slow and gentle and she trailed her hands down her body, tweaking at her nipples as he fucked her. Those grey eyes of hers closed as she felt her body come alive with pleasure and she tried to lift her hips to meet his thrusts. He grabbed her then and pulled her into him and she moaned.

Soon she had one hand between her legs and the other still toying with her nipples and her cries and moans had become nearly constant as he slowly drove her closer to the edge with his cock. He could feel how badly she wanted that orgasm and he shifted his grip to squeeze her ass, reminding her who she belonged to and that was enough. The orgasm raced through her like fire and she tried helplessly to lift her hips to take him deeper into her. He groaned now and shot his come into her ass, making her tighten around him yet again as she wailed incoherently at the force of her own orgasms. He slid out of her and gently lowered her legs to the bed. “Now that’s my good girl. Better than ever.”

If you’d like to read last week’s Wicked Wednesday post, it can be found here. It is the earlier portion of Ethan and Megan’s evening.

Wicked Wednesday 270 – Bond – (In Concert)

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Ethan smiled and shot his girl a text, “Symphony Hall. Tonight. 7:30. Wear that short black dress I like. No panties.” Megan smiled and took a break from her work as the phone buzzed on her desk. Her smile grew wider as she read the text. “Yes Sir.”

She rushed home after work to get ready and by 6:00 she was just zipping up the short lace covered black dress that hit mid-thigh and had a sweetheart neckline to really show off her ample cleavage. She darted out the door and headed for the concert venue. She had no idea who was playing or what Sir might have planned for her once she arrived. It only made the anticipation sweeter.

Megan arrived a bit early and looked around the lobby for Ethan. Not seeing him she waited patiently to see if he would find her or text her more instructions. Moments later she felt a warm hand on her shoulder and turned to see him in a black tuxedo and she smiled up at him. “You look dashing. “And you, my dear, look good enough to eat.” She blushed as he leaned down to give her a kiss on the cheek. “Come on, lets go find our seats.” And he led her through the crowd to a private box where they would be undisturbed. That’s when she knew he’d be up to something for sure.

As they settled into the plush seats and the music began to play, Ethan was trailing his fingers along Megan’s thigh, just barely touching the hem of her dress each time. Before long she was paying more attention to him than to the music and watched him from the corner of her eye to see what he would do next. Without any warning his hand was under her skirt and her legs spread of their own accord which won an approving smile from his lips. He caressed her inner thighs gently, never reaching quite as high as she was beginning to wish that he would. Megan began to squirm a little, pushing her hips outward, trying to get his hands to make contact with her wet pussy. Ethan calmly removed his hand and smiled over at her. “Need something my dear?” “Just you Sir.” He grinned naughtily at her. “Well, in that case…” And he unzipped his fly, pulling out his half hard cock.

“Get it good and hard and good and wet and I’ll fuck you in time to the music. If you’re lucky it will be a fast part so I can pound that pretty pussy of yours just the way you like.” Megan slipped to her knees, glancing around, but seeing nothing other than the box walls around her she wrapped her lips around his cock sucking gently on the head and using her other hand to fondle him. Soon she was taking him deeper into her mouth and quickly he was rock hard and she was simply working to get him as slick as possible. Without any warning he pushed her away from him, stood her up and spun her round to lean on the front of the box where she could see the crowd below. She felt him lift her dress and squeeze her ass gently.

Then she felt the tip of his cock pressed against her teasingly as he rocked back and forth. Her hips arched to meet his and he slid inside of her wetness slowly, so slowly that she had to stifle a moan. He leaned over her body and whispered, “Don’t be loud. The people in the other boxes might look over and see you.” Megan gasped at the thought and clamped her mouth shut hoping she could enjoy this fucking without making a sound.

And Ethan fucked her hard and fast just as the timpani roared a solo and the cellos wrung the sadness from their strings, slamming into her over and over, one hand holding her hip and the other toying with her clit a bit roughly, rougher than normal because he wanted her to come all over his cock hard and fast. Her head dropped down and her eyes closed as she began to tense and he knew she was close to an orgasm. He stopped his movements for a second, long enough to tell her they were being watched and her head shot straight up as she looked around to see if he was correct and then his cock pistoned into her again. The feeling of him, plus the idea of being watched sent her over the edge and she had to suppress a loud moan when she felt herself tighten and clench around his wonderful cock. Her orgasm shook her to the core and she went slightly limp before he pulled her back against him and gently lowered her to the floor then returned to his seat.. “Good girl. Now come here and suck me clean.” Megan immediately did as she was told, trying to wiggle her dress back down to cover herself at the same time. A hand on her shoulder stopped her as Ethan stared down as her succulent ass, thinking he might fuck her there after intermission. Her head bobbed up and down on his cock, further smearing what was left of her lipstick and she knew it, but just didn’t care. She could taste her come on his skin and it made her hungry for more. She wanted to taste him as well and she began to work in earnest to feel him come, to feel his cock pulsing in her mouth.

Ethan hips began to thrust in time to the music that was playing and Megan simply held still letting him fuck her mouth and took quick sharp inhalations every chance she could. Without warning, after a quick breath he pushed harder and slid his cock down her throat, holding it there. She rested her hands on his knees for as long as she could then began to tap frantically at them and he withdrew completely allowing her a few deep breaths before he resumed fucking her. She tightened her lips around him squeezing hard and his hips bucked once, twice, and a third time as he filled her mouth with his semen. She gave a small delighted moan and swallowed like a good slut should, then opened her mouth to show him as he withdrew his cock. As they resettled themselves in their chairs and Megan fixed up her makeup he whispered to her. “You’ve been good for me tonight, but you’re going to better later.” She turned to ask what he meant but he was already back to watching the concert and she knew he wouldn’t answer. She wondered what he meant.

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Kink of the Week – July 16-31st – Getting Wet in the Rain (Sexual Storm)

There is something almost child like about playing in the rain to me, but it is also a primal thing as well to be under the grey skies, dancing with nature. Being outside in and of itself is merely a tease, the water beating against your skin, soaking your hair. But the real fun comes after. When you’ve gone inside and dried off.

You’re chilled so you slip under a blanket, perhaps with a partner, perhaps not, and that’s when it begins. You recall that primordial feeling of oneness and seek it again and again. Perhaps it is a cool hand wrapped around your cock, stroking, or your fingers against you clit or buried in your wet pussy. You can hear the storm raging outside and it only turns you on further. Perhaps your partner is there and you share a mind blowing kiss that blows the same storm out of proportion, sending it to the back of your mind as the focus shifts to the present. They lift your wet hair from your eyes and you see the storm in theirs, quite different from the one outside. Maybe that becomes the only storm you can see now and you focus on your pleasure, and theirs for long moments at a time, drawing it in to yourself and drawing it out to last.

Either way, the tempest of your own orgasm will eventually rush over you, maybe gentle as a spring rain or hard as a summer storm. You’ll ride it out, to the sounds of rainfall and maybe thunder (or is that only your pulse pounding in your ears?) will sound in the distance. As you settle again, calm like the eye of a storm you smile your lust satiated for the moment. And you consider going back out to play in the rain.

Wicked Wednesday 269 – (Amelia After the Party)

 

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At the end of what turned out to be a (mostly) lovely evening for Amelia she was ready for bed. Being humiliated in front of their friends had been awful, but she no longer had the energy to go after Luke about it, especially as he was threatening her with more of the same treatment. She supposed she should be grateful that he hadn’t called the staff in to watch as well and shuddered to herself at the thought of people who worked for her seeing her in just such a state. It would be worse than her peers seeing her that way she thought. As she began to undress for bed, fighting with the buttons seemed preferable to calling a servant just now and she sighed softly.

Luke walked into the room and found his wife struggling with her hands behind her back to unbutton her dress. He walked up behind her and moved her hands to her sides. “Let me help. Since you’re being good I won’t tear this one,” he murmured in her ear. She shivered and a fresh wave of anger rolled over her. Her body was stiff with it and Luke knew she was still upset with him from earlier, but his verbal warnings had done no good. In fact, they seemed to have made her more insolent than she had been, so he’d taken the matter directly into his hands so to speak. Hopefully, it had the desired effect and he thought it would. As he finished the last of the buttons and the dress slid off of Amelia’s body, he was shocked that his prim and proper wife had come back downstairs in front of people wearing no underclothing. He found it incredibly arousing and traced a line down her back gently. She shivered but otherwise did not move. His voice was a hoarse whisper, “I love you.”

Amelia couldn’t help but smile at this and she half turned as she went to sit down at her vanity, “I love you too. Even if right now I am rather cross with you.” And she sat gently, her sore bottom reminding her of just why she was angry with him. She unbound her long tresses and began to brush them out rapidly while Luke simply stood there, watching her in the mirror. After a long moment he stepped forward and took the brush from her hand and began running it through her hair. She sighed at the feeling and let him, her annoyance slowly starting to fade. Once the tangles were smoothed from her hair he pulled her to her feet, turned her ever so gently in his arms and kissed her ardently. She found herself unable to help but return his kiss and twined her arms around him.

Suddenly, he bent forward and swept her off her feet, cradling her in his arms, and strode across the room to the bed. He laid her down gently and began to undress while she watched him with naked desire, her earlier crossness completely forgotten, although her rear end still stung. She wriggled against the sheets feeling the heat that still seemed to suffuse her skin and smiled up at Luke, forgiving him for his earlier actions, because, although she’d never admit it, she’d enjoyed a little bit of the spectacle herself. When he came to bed they snuggled close together sharing kisses and whispered words of affection, his hands roaming her flesh. He found her derriere and swatted at her gently then squeezed which made her squirm against him. She could feel her own wetness and that excited her further.

Luke began to kiss and nibble at her breasts which always made her wanton and this time was no exception. Her body arched against his and she moaned breathlessly; her fingers found themselves tangled in his sandy blond hair as she urged him on. ‘More, more please…” She began writhe against his touch and could feel the press of him on her skin. She felt a hand slide down her body and she parted her legs. Luke looked up at her and laughed softly, “Oh that’s my good girl,” as his fingers trailed down to dip into that wetness and swirl it around, teasing her lazily. Amelia’s legs parted further and she squeezed her eyes shut unable to look at him now. As much as she loved being with him, she was a lady and some things just didn’t change. He slipped two fingers inside of her and she clenched around him. This was something new to her, but the feeling of his fingers was quite nice. Them he began to move them in and out and she nearly hit the ceiling. She whimpered and squirmed and Luke kissed her soundly once again, enjoying all the little noises that only he ever got to hear. He heard her breathing change and his fingers moved faster fluttering along her insides and she kissed him fiercely reveling in how he made her feel. Moments later she reached a shuddering climax on his fingers and he broke the kiss to smile at her as his fingers slipped away. She made a soft noise of disappointment and he reached up, offering the glistening fingers to her, placing them to her lips. Amelia opened her mouth in surprise and he deftly slid his fingers into her mouth where she could taste herself. She made another small noise, but greedily sucked her juices from his fingers before pulling him in for a kiss so they could share the taste. Her own behavior shocked her a bit and it startled her into opening her eyes to find Luke smiling down at her. “Hello, Beautiful. Try to keep your eyes open for me. I want to see all of you.”

And he pulled her over top of him still kissing her and stroking her skin with one hand as he used the other to guide himself into her. She froze, not sure how her being on top worked so he took her hips and began to move her gently at first until she caught the rhythm of it, gasping as she did. “Oh. Oh, oh!,” came the nearly whispered exclamations and she lowered her body to meet his while still moving her hips and he held her close as she rode him. “Yes, my love, just like that. Let yourself relax and just move against me.” She nodded, looking at him as he had asked, although she could feel the blush on her cheeks.

Soon she was grinding into him desperately and her pushed her back up so he could tweak at her nipples with one hand, while grabbing her pretty reddened rear end with the other. She was crying out softly over and over and when he surged upward to meet her she shrieked and began to tremble as she felt an orgasm overtake her body. She never stopped moving, somehow knowing that would only prolong her pleasure. Luke groaned as his wife tightened around him and they both felt his own release. She collapsed against his chest, exhausted, and promptly dozed off holding onto him. What an evening it had been.

 

If you;d like to read last week’s Wicked Wednesday (the prequel to this piece), it can be found here.

Wicked Wednesday 268 – Vintage Art – (Amelia)

It was a small intimate gathering that Amelia had planned at her husband, Luke’s, request. There would be dinner and drinks and Luke had mentioned some form of entertainment, but Amelia was told not to book musicians or anything of that sort so she had no idea what sort of entertainment he was planning. When she asked him, he merely smiled and told her that he would handle it.

Dinner was a lively affair with everyone chattering about various topics from politics to the gossip of the week. Everyone had a bit too much wine and they were all feeling rather amiable. Finally they retired to the drawing room, then men with glasses of scotch in hand, while the ladies settled in a group to keep up their earlier chatter about gossip and fashion. Luke hated that his wife shared in the gossip; he felt it unbecoming, but he would let that one slide. Her uppity attitude towards both him and the servants as of late, however, was not going over well with him and he intended to do something about it.

He spoke quietly to the men, outlining his plan and they all heartily approved so he knew that he was doing the right thing to handle this particular matter. A moment later he called his wife to his side. “My dear, tonight you will be the entertainment. I want to go upstairs, remove your clothing and return to me.” “What?! Have you lost your mind Luke? I’ll do no such thing! Not now or ever!” He frowned at her deeply as she had attracted the attention of the other ladies all of whom he wished to shock. Luckily they hadn’t heard his command to his wife so there was still an element there. “Fine. We will do this the hard way.” Amelia moved to step away from her husband quickly, but he grabbed her by the arm roughly and spun her around to begin undoing to buttons at the back of her dress.

The men nodded at his approach to handling his apparently rather disobedient wife and the ladies were all tittering at the scene unfolding before them. “What the hell are you doing?,” Amelia cried trying to get away from her husband before he removed everything modest about her in front of all these people. He growled at her in a voice the room could hear, “Silent and still woman or this will go all the worse for you.” And he popped her backside to punctuate his statement. Amelia was fuming and horrified at the same time and as soon as she got the chance she was going to give Luke a lashing for embarrassing her like this, especially in front of their friends.

Luke’s impatience with the tiny buttons got the better of him and he simply ripped the dress the rest of the way down letting it fall to expose Amelia’s underthings as he tugged it from her hips. “You brute! You vile man!” Amelia made another attempt to escape Luke, this time with tears streaming down her face and this time made it a few steps before he was able to grab her again, pinioning her arms to her sides. “You’re not going anywhere Amelia. You’re going to take your punishment like a proper lady should and then you may be excused to freshen up.” And his hands again tore into her underthings leaving her nude but for her shoes and stockings. He grabbed her by the arms and led her across the room to an empty chaise where he promptly bent her over the back of it and held her there.

“Ladies and Gentleman, you see before you my nude wife and how she acted towards me just now. Because of her impertinence to both myself and our servants as of late, I’ve decided she needs a punishment and tonight is the perfect time. I trust that no word of this will leave the room. And, ladies, I know how you like your gossip, but if word of this gets round, rest assured that your husbands will punish you in quite the same way you are about to witness.” “Quite right,” commented one of the men and his wife visibly blanched at his words. “Amelia, my love, you are going to get a spanking across your bare bottom until I feel that you have been thoroughly punished. Do you understand me?” The woman nodded miserably, her tear stained face just as visible as her luscious rear end.

Luke’s hand came down on her bottom with a sharp noise that made the ladies gasp and jump in their seats while the men looked on silently their eyes glued to Amelia’s rear, hoping to get a tiny glance of her nether lips as well. Some of the more curious ladies moved over by the men after the third or fourth smack had rained down upon Amelia. There were more small gasps from the ladies as Luke continued to redden his wife’s buttocks. Soon Amelia was crying again and trying to use her hands to fend off Luke’s assault. He just grabbed them and pinned her still with her hands behind her back. “Another ten for that, my dear.” And the blows came down, one after the other. Slowly Amelia let her body relax a bit and hung her head dejectedly. “She’d never be able to face these people again”, she thought.

After one particularly hard spank, Luke stopped and nodded his approval at her reddened behind. He lifted her upright and pulled her against him, exposing her front to the room. “Now then, I’ll remind you not to be quite so uppity to me or to our staff or you’ll get the same again. I want you to be a model of decorum my dear and you will learn to behave as I wish. Now go upstairs and dress.” Amelia fairly ran for the stairs still crying in humiliation after what her husband had done to her.

Luke turned to the room at large and smiled. “So, my friends, how was this evening’s entertainment?” The men laughed as one and all agreed that it had been a good time even the ladies who were now slightly afraid of having that done to them as well. Amelia returned downstairs shortly, her hair smoothed into place and a fresh dress on and smiled weakly at the room, but didn’t know what to say. Luke came to her rescue this time, pulling her close to him and kissing her cheek. “Shall we have another drink everyone?”