by Cathryn Fox
Considering the thin material of the dress and my still swollen nipples, I was once again giving the morning desk clerk a show as I walked across the lobby, heels in hand.
Climbing into the car to drive home, I pulled out my cell phone and sent a quick text message to my best friend Julie.
On my way home. Safe, happy and walking funny. See you at P.P.’s later? Shine!
Julie was invited to my niece Mandy’s birthday party. P.P. was our private code name for my sister Mindy. Ever meet one of those women who you can just sense think they are better than you? The ones that feel the world owes them something just because they exist? That described Mindy perfectly. In my opinion she felt an unusual sense of entitlement for some reason, as if she were American royalty and no one had the good grace to notice. She was also one of the most anal retentive people it has ever been my displeasure to know. Hence the P.P. moniker. It stood for Princess Perfect. You can probably guess just how much I was looking forward to helping her setup for the party. I am not saying I do not love my sister, I just prefer to do it from a distance.
Still grinning from ear to ear about Mark’s parting words, I drove home lost in thought. Should I have invited Mark to the party? What would Julie have thought? Even more interesting might have been my sister’s response. An unexpected guest to a four year old’s birthday party is just the type of thing that would make her lose her mind. I occasionally liked to wind my sister up, if only to watch her take it out on the asshole she married. Phillip was yet another reason I typically tried to keep my distance from my sister’s house. My brother-in-law actually had the gall to grab my ass at his own rehearsal dinner. Just prior to the grab came the statement that he’d never had sisters before and he was certain he could talk Mindy into a threesome.
Telling my sister on her special evening that her husband-to-be could not keep his hands to himself had a much different result than I expected.
“Believe it not, Summer, not every man throws themselves at your feet. Phillip doesn’t even like you. You can’t stand not being the center of attention for even one night? This is my evening.” She walked away and left me standing there in shock. Several more times I tried to tell her what happened, but she refused to speak to me for the rest of the evening. I tried one more time before the ceremony the next day, but again she dismissed my concerns. “Phillip laughed when I told him what you said. He thinks that it is obvious that you are just jealous of me.”
That was five years ago. Other than necessary interactions for birthdays, holidays and the birth of her children, we’ve had little to say to one another since then. I have wondered on occasion if Phillip ever realized that threesome fantasy of his, but since I can’t picture how my uptight sister produced spawn in the first place, I doubt his wish has been granted.
6
After a quick shower, I threw on a casual sundress and made my way reluctantly to my sister’s house. Julie arrived only a few minutes after I did, and we were quickly banished from the kitchen by Mindy to setup decorations by the pool.
“I don’t even have to ask how it was this time,” she said, wrapping a pink streamer around one of the pool chairs. “You are exhibiting quite the post-coital glow. You really look quite content. I’m happy for you, and a bit jealous.” She grinned and added, “Now, about those details.”
“Let’s just say that I am learning a few new things about myself and about sex,” I said as I taped up a Happy Birthday banner on the back of the house. “I never knew how useful handcuffs could be, for example.” I grinned as Julie’s jaw dropped open. By the time she recovered from that one, Mindy and Phillip had joined us outside.
“Looking good Summer,” Phillip said, as he leered at me from behind my sister. Ostensibly, he could have been talking about the party decorations, but he had a way of visually undressing me that made his intentions more than obvious. Mindy was oblivious as usual. Julie definitely caught the glance however and she had no hesitation about putting him on the spot.
“How about me, Phillip?” she asked innocently. “Don’t I look good as well?” She laughed as she spoke, but gave Phillip a look that said “we know exactly what you truly are.”
“I meant the decorations of course,” he said as he shot a nervous glance at Mindy then glared at Julie. She just laughed and turned her attention back to the streamers.
Mindy finally deigned me worthy of her full attention for a moment and looked at me oddly. “You do look good Summer. Different. It is almost as if you are happy. Did you lose weight?”
Julie glanced at me quickly with a grin and looked like she was struggling not to blurt out exactly why I looked happy. Great sex with a wonderful guy will have that effect on my mood every time. Go figure.
“I’m just happy to be here for Mandy’s party,” I said, turning towards some balloons that needed inflating. “I don’t get a chance to see enough of her lately.”
I skipped adding that the main reason for this was because I really did not care to spend that much time around her or the jerk she married. Somehow I thought voicing that particular reservation at this moment in time would not be considered conducive to the party atmosphere.
The afternoon went about as well as you can expect a pool party full of four year olds to go. Two water rescues, three skinned knees and a bunch of stressed parents. Julie and I made our excuses and our escape after the cake and before the sugar rush kicked in.
We made plans to get together for a few glasses of wine one night during the coming week. I had no doubt her plans included plying me with wine and a home cooked meal for some details about my encounters with Mark. I would have to decide just how many details I really felt comfortable sharing, but part of me was already reveling in actually having some juicy details to share in the first place.
After a fairly quiet Sunday that included such excitement as errands and laundry, it was back to work on Monday morning. Anticipation of hearing from Mark made it easier than usual to get out of bed.
7
Between two trips to the ladies room caused by three cups of coffee and my inability to focus on anything other than hitting refresh on our website, I wasn’t having the most productive morning.
If Mark’s previous modus operandi held true, there would be some sort of delivery this morning. I was beginning to think maybe it was a little selfish to actually expect anything when Melissa knocked on the doorframe and poked her head inside.
“I take it that Friday was date night with the mystery man?” she said with a grin. “There seems to be a delivery for you once again. It is on the way up.” She busied herself straightening some papers on my desk, obviously in no hurry to leave before the latest delivery.
Sure enough, a minute later the same delivery man from previous weeks appeared in the doorway carrying two small packages in one hand and a large vase full of pink roses in the other.
“Delivery for Ms. Summer Daniels,” he said with a smile. “Is she here?”
“You know by now that is me,” I laughed. “Perhaps we should get better acquainted since it appears we will be seeing a lot of one another?”
“My name is Julian,” he said with a small bow as he handed me the packages. “I was asked to note your reaction to the items enclosed and report back to my employer.”
I could see Melissa inch a little closer, but I didn’t mind her natural curiosity. I was curious myself. Once again Mark had me laughing as I opened up the first package to reveal a small set of earrings. Shaped like handcuffs.
Opening the second package revealed a very familiar handcuff key with red ribbon still attached. I was momentarily puzzled until Julian placed the roses on the desk and pulled his hand back only a few inches. He was handcuffed to the vase. “Mark said you might hold the key to my dilemma,” he said.
Melissa’s eyebrows shot up so high I thought they might be in danger of escaping her forehead completely.
I unlocked Julian’s wrist and tipped him generously. “You are definitely the best deliv
ery I get to make all day,” he grinned. “I’m never taking a Monday off again, just in case.”
As he merrily left, I turned to Melissa, who looked simultaneously excited and flustered.
“I know,” she said with a big smile. “Close the door on my way out. Should I tell the team to expect you for the staff meeting?” She glanced at the handcuffs now lying on the corner of my desk. “Or should I tell them you might be detained for a while?” She giggled as she turned for the door. I knew she had a sense of humor of course, but I had honestly not seen a grown woman actually giggle before. It was a rather funny sight.
“Out.” I said with a laugh. “Forget what you have seen here today.” While there was definitely not much chance of that happening, I really was not concerned about her discretion. She had more than proven her loyalty over the years.
Turning to the roses, I now noticed a single yellow rose in the middle of more than a dozen pink ones. As I expected by now, there was a small envelope tied to this single rose. Opening it revealed a small note inside.
Thank you for an “arresting” morning on Saturday. Go check our website.
Refreshing the website one more time revealed a new message on the familiar parchment scroll.
Summer,
Once again I must thank you for such a lovely evening on Friday and the surprising morning that followed. I hope you are enjoying our alphabetical exploration as much as I am. There never seems to be quite enough time together. I will be eagerly counting the days until we see each other again.
Mark
8
While Mark and I had never specifically spoken about communication during the two weeks between dates, we seemed to have fallen into a fairly well defined pattern by default. After his follow-up message and flowers on the Monday following our date, there was no further contact. This was proving to have its good and bad points. It was good in that it allowed me time to concentrate on my work. It was bad in that I found myself wanting to talk to him, as I was missing his laugh, his smile and most definitely his touch.
We both had decided in the beginning to keep things very casual, but now I found myself wanting more. Of course if you asked me to define what more actually entailed, I’m not sure I would have been able to put it into words.
The two weeks that followed seemed to move in slow motion. My every other week adventures with Mark made the rest of my days seem boring and drab by comparison.
The lone bright spot of the week came when I had dinner with Julie and her family. Two glasses of wine with the glazed pork loin and garlic roasted potatoes lulled me into such a feeling of contentment that Julie’s intimate inquisition did not bother me in the slightest. Two more glasses after the kids were put to bed and I found myself eagerly divulging a few of the more intimate details for her enjoyment.
Suffice it to say that reliving the details for Julie’s benefit led to me having my hands quite full of myself the next few evenings. Anyone with stock in Duracell was definitely looking forward to a great return on their investment.
The following Wednesday morning found me anticipating some sort of contact from Mark. Mid-morning, a small envelope was left for me at our guard desk downstairs. It once again directed me to our website.
Summer,
Same time. Same place.
One request this week: No panties.
P.S. Bring back the handcuffs, please.
Mark
Taking off a few hours early on Friday, I went shopping for a new dress. Given how little time I was likely to actually spend fully clothed, it seemed a little extravagant, but I was in a buoyant mood. I could easily justify the expense by promising myself I would get more wear out of the purchase.
Of course, that justification was going to be tested after I fell in love with a barely legal bright yellow sundress and matching pumps.
After a hot shower I stood in front of my dressing mirror once again. It was four short weeks since I stood here getting ready for my first evening with Mark. The apprehension I felt then had been replaced by anticipation and confidence.
I put my hair back in a ponytail figuring it would accentuate the new handcuff earrings dangling from my lobes. I had purposely bought the dress a size smaller than I would usually wear, figuring if Mark requested no panties this week, he’d be pleasantly surprised by no bra as well. The dress felt like it was painted on and was short enough that I would have to be careful about not giving the hotel valet a show when I got out of my car.
Remembering my promise to stick around a little longer the next time we got together, I threw a few things into a small overnight bag and headed to the garage. Arriving at the hotel, I was not surprised to see the same night desk clerk on duty as during my previous two visits. I waved and smiled as I headed to the elevator. Given was I was wearing and especially what I was not wearing under it, I considered for a brief moment dropping the bag and bending over to pick it up, but I decided the poor clerk’s heart probably couldn’t take it.
Arriving upstairs at Room 1147, that all too familiar black lace blindfold once again stood sentry at the door.
9
Smiling with anticipation, I put on the blindfold and knocked twice on the door. I could hear Mark speak from in front of me as he gently guided me into the room. “Come in Summer, you look absolutely radiant. I have yet to see you pick a color that does not favor you.”
“I think you are just being kind,” I said with a smile as I dropped by bag by the door, “but thank you.”
“I think you know that I believe in honesty,” he replied. “If only you could see yourself through my eyes for a moment.”
“I can’t even see through my own eyes at the moment, what is it with you and this damn blindfold?” I reached out and tried to touch him, but he was no longer in front of me.
“That language does not befit a lovely lady such as yourself, Summer, and I believe that you shall have to be punished for that transgression, among others.”
Mark suddenly scooped me up from behind, lifting me easily. He sat down on something that definitely was not the soft bed with me in his lap. Leaning his head down, he kissed me gently. “I missed you,” he said softly.
Before I had time to digest his words he lifted and somehow flipped me so I was facedown over his lap. The first resounding smack on my upturned ass caught me entirely unaware. I yelped more with surprise than with any actual pain.
“That one is for the un-ladylike language,” he said as he easily held me down with one hand and ran his free one slowly up my exposed legs. “There are many more to come for taking control away from me last time we were together.”
His exploring hand had now reached under my short sundress and he gently rubbed where his hand had made firm contact a moment before. My body was definitely sending mixed signals to my brain as his manhandling of my body turned me on even as his hand once again came down with a resounding smack. As the sting slowly faded, I actually had the fleeting thought of whether I should be enjoying this or not, but the sensations were overwhelming. His swelling erection was pressing into my waist as his hand resumed exploration under the sundress. This time he delved between my thighs and found moist evidence of his effect on me.
“Such a naughty girl,” he said with evident relish in his voice as he slid one long finger through my wetness and teased my opening. Flipping up the dress, he exposed my ass to his view and the cool air of the room. He painted what felt like a heart on my exposed bottom with my own juices. Right before he brought his hand crashing down again.
“Ouch!” I said with a cry. “That one really hurt.”
“Well, we’d better even things out then,” Mark responded as he spanked my other cheek just as hard. He alternated back and forth until the warmth felt like it was radiating off my ass in waves. It occurred to me that I could easily stop this by uttering my safe word, but I am almost ashamed to admit that part of me was enjoying the feeling of helplessness. My mind flashed for a moment to what Julie said to me weeks earl
ier.
“You gave up control for once in your life, willingly, and it scares you how much you liked it.”
I more than liked it, apparently, as my throbbing clit easily overrode my natural inclinations.
10
Flipping me back over with an ease that made me think he was definitely stronger than he looked, Mark stroked the aforementioned clitoris with one hand and pinched one of my swollen nipples with the other.
“Ouch,” I said again, with a little impatience this time. “Those are attached you know.”
“In case you hadn’t figured it out by now, ‘C’ is for Corporal Punishment,” he said with authority as he bent down and gently swirled his tongue around the injured nipple. Even through the material of the sundress, his tongue felt warm, wet and wonderful. Those mixed signals were back as my body did not know what to expect next.
“I’m not sure I like the sound of that,” I started to say, but Mark was two steps ahead of me as usual, sliding one of his fingers inside me even as his other hand lifted the back of my head so his lips met mine. His tongue wrestled its way past my lips as he kissed me forcefully. My body again responded to his rough touch as my pussy flooded with wetness around his stroking finger.
Sliding his finger out of me, he quickly stood and carried me over to the bed. He must have arranged things how he wanted before I arrived, because I found myself face down on the comforter with my ass elevated off the bed. He slid my sundress up and over my hips and bunched it around my waist. I just about had enough time and presence of mind to turn my head and take a breath before a short whistling sound was punctuated with a sharp crack and my ass spontaneously combusted in flames.
I think I yelled. I may have screamed. Whatever I said was lost in the moment as the whistling sound came anew and the fire leapt again from my stinging ass cheeks. Forget the safe word, I was prepared to make him a shish kabob using whatever he had just smacked me with!