Under His Hands
Michelle Fox
Copyright 2012. All Rights Reserved.
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This is a work of fiction intended for adults age 18 and over. Minors should stop here and close the book.
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Under His Hands
I settled onto a stool at the bar and surveyed the Friday night party crowd. Luke had instructed me to arrive at eight and to look for a orange shirt and black cowboy hat. We’d exchanged pictures during our months long courtship, but had never met in person. Not until I agreed to his terms.
His demands started with what I should wear; a mini skirt and heels--the top he left up to my discretion. Plus, I had to do to anything he said or else he would walk. The latter had been hard to accept, but I’d fantasized about being spanked for years and Luke seemed worth the risk.
I don’t know why, but the idea turned me on in a way nothing else did. Which was how I’d ended up on FetLife, the Facebook for kink, looking for someone who could make my reality as good as my fantasies. Luke had found me on a group of ‘spankos’ and approached me as a friend. We talked and talked in the beginning, about everything, not just sex. He knew my favorite books and movies as well as what I’d had for dinner the night before.
In turn, I learned that he’d been into spanking for years, but his last relationship had fizzled when his ex transferred overseas, putting him back in the dating game. And now he was interested in spanking me. Since we clicked well enough on the phone, I decided to try it his way.
Tonight, I would do whatever he required of me and we would test whether our online chemistry translated to the real world.
“Sara?” asked a masculine voice with a hint of Southern drawl.
Recognizing his accent, I turned and my heart skipped at the sight of him. Luke’s square jaw and close shaven crew cut made it easy to recognize him from the photographs we’d exchanged. His jeans hugged the hard muscles of his thighs and his shirt spanned broad shoulders. He looked like he could pick me up and carry me back to his ranch, a mental picture that sent a little tingle through me.
“Nice to see you in person, Cowboy,” I said using the nickname I’d given him after learning he originally hailed from Texas. His twang was exotic to my Midwestern ears and a major turn-on. I slid off the barstool to give him a hug; we knew each other too well for a mere handshake. His arms folded me into the heat of his body, hands moving to squeeze my ass.
When I stiffened and moved to pull away at the liberty, he gripped me tighter, whispering in my ear, “That’s what this is all about, sugar. Your ass under my hands. If you can’t take this, we’re a no go.” He gave a final squeeze and released me.
I stepped back, a shy smile on my face. “I just can’t believe this is finally happening.” It had been a shock to feel him in the flesh. An unexpected one, but still very much desired.
“Just so we’re clear, this isn’t just a date, it’s about all those needs you’ve been suppressing. I expect full compliance from you, understood?” His stern voice washed over me, tugging at my core. The first time we’d talked on the phone, I’d been so turned on from his voice alone I soaked my panties. It didn’t help that I’d also shared my need to just be bent over and taken.
I took a deep breath and gave a firm nod. “Understood.”
“Good. Want a beer?”
“Sure.”
Luke ordered two Labatt’s and led us to a booth. To my surprise, he sat next to me instead of across from me.
“You look great,” he said with a smile that lit up his hazel eyes.
“You too,” I said, enjoying the crush of his body against mine in the small booth. His hard muscle pushed into my soft, welcoming curves. This was so much better than talking over the phone. Why had I waited so long? Nerves, I reminded myself. Even now, with him next to me, I quivered with a dizzy mix of desire and nervous anxiety. Would Luke be the man I needed?
“Is it bad that I want to just kiss you already?” He leaned in toward me, but stopped, uncertain.
Feeling brave, I said, “That’s just the kind of bad I’m looking for.” I met him halfway and we exchanged a chaste, lips-only kiss that left me wanting more. He tasted of coffee, black and strong-brewed. I wanted to drink him down.
He took a sip of his beer and then turned back to me, looking for another kiss. I offered my lips to him, greedy for another taste. He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth until I moaned. His hands traveled my body, skimming over my clothes.
Then he pushed my legs apart and delved under my skirt, shoving my panties to the side. Before I knew it, he was stroking me with a finger.
“Luke?” I asked, nervous. The bar was packed and loud. It would be hard for us to attract attention, but, at the same time, I felt exposed.
“Shhh, for anyone to see you, they’d have to be under the table and I’m not going to let that happen. Just enjoy it.” He increased the pressure and speed of his hand as he seized my mouth in a forceful kiss.
The bar fell away as mounting pleasure claimed all my attention. He explored my mouth with sensuous strokes of his tongue, pausing to nip at my lips. His stubble pricked my face, while his fingers unleashed a flood of hot desire. He set a fast, rough pace that had my hips arching up off the wooden seat of the booth within seconds. Luke wrapped his other arm around my shoulders pulling me close so he could nuzzle my ear. Goose bumps skittered across my skin, puckering my nipples until I wished I could take off my shirt so he could suck them.
The thought of his hot mouth on my aching breasts, took me over the edge. I came with a sharp cry as he thrust his tongue deep into my mouth and pushed a finger inside me at the same time. My core spasmed and clamped down on his hand. I tried to hold it together so no one looking at us would suspect anything, but I couldn’t keep my body from jerking at the force of the orgasm.
He removed his hand from between my legs and showered me with gentle kisses as I came back to myself. When my eyes could focus again, he made a show of licking his finger, his gaze locked with mine.
“Mmm, nothing like kicking off the weekend with my two favorite things, pussy and beer.” He gave a wicked smile while I blushed. “Oh, look at you, shameless and embarrassed at the same time. I love it.” Luke pushed his finger between my lips so I could taste myself.
I sucked obediently, stroking him with my tongue and tried not to worry about what the people around us would think. A thrill went through me as I realized this was like those stories I read in my favorite Fetlife groups. It had always seemed that everyone but me was having fun, but, tonight, I would be the one with a hot story.
Luke shifted in the booth as I suckled his finger, making room for the obvious bulge in his pants. “I like a girl w
ho can take direction and improve on it.”
“At your service, cowboy,” I said, talking around his finger. Then I gave a wicked smile of my own as I cupped his bulge, squeezing gently. His cock throbbed at my touch and a picture of what it would be like to ride him scorched my mind.
“Come on, let’s get out of here.” He removed his finger from my mouth and pulled me after him out of the booth.
“Where are we going?” I asked, yelling to be heard over the loud thump of bass. The DJ had arrived and the volume in the bar had gone up considerably.
“Outside,” he said, leaning down to yell into my ear so I would hear him.
“What for?” I tugged at his hand, providing counter pressure to his forward motion.
“To give you what you came for, Sara. Don’t make me spank you harder than I have to,” Luke said, his voice a low growl that strummed over my skin. God, I loved his voice; deep and full of dark promises.
My heartbeat stuttered and a hot anticipation flooded my body at the thought of his big, strong hands punishing me. Oh yes, please.
“But,” I began in weak protest, not even sure what I wanted to say. The picture of Luke putting me over his knee had taken up all the space in my brain.
Luke shushed me with a finger across my mouth. “The minute you stop listening to me, it’s over.” He leaned in, his breath hot on my cheek and said, “You have to choose, sugar. Make your fantasy real or keep it a dream?”
The question gave me pause. Tonight my dreams could cross the line into reality, but I had to take the step. If I didn’t, I knew I would lose Luke forever, a consequence that stabbed my heart. I didn’t want to let him go, but I was scared to step forward.
Luke gave my hand a reassuring squeeze. “Don’t deny yourself this. It’s going to be so good between us. Can’t you feel it?”
I could. I’d felt the electric connection the moment our eyes met, before we’d even spoken to each other. My lips parted at the realization and my breathing became shallow.
He reached around and squeezed my ass cheek with one hand. “Say it’s not just me.”
“I feel it, too” I said hoarsely.
“Come on. Let’s go outside and get some fresh air.” He pulled me after him, out of the noisy bar and into the cool spring night. The air washed over my overheated skin and my nipples puckered at the change in temperature.
Luke’s hand remained warm in mine and he seemed impervious to the cold air. His long legs never hesitated in their stride, and I admired the way they flexed in his tight jeans. Luke didn’t have an ounce of body fat on him. His ass was round, but it was all muscle. Spanking him would be like hitting a brick. I still wanted to grab his ass though, and fill my hands with the carnal knowledge of his body.
We walked, without speaking, to the back of the bar parking lot where his truck stood. The security lights didn’t quite reach that far, leaving Luke shadows in which to hide when he pinned me against his pick-up and cupped my breasts, running his thumbs over my nipples.
He kissed me, invading my mouth with commanding strokes of his tongue until moisture pooled between my legs from need. Luke now tasted of coffee mixed with hops and the scent of his woodsy aftershave went straight to my head. Underneath my hands, his rock solid shoulders felt like they could carry me through thick and thin. From taste to touch, my cowboy was all man.
“No one will see us here. Are you game?” He asked between kisses.
I paused at that. “Are you sure?” I looked pointedly at the cars parked next to his truck. True, we were hidden, but there was potential to be interrupted by bar patrons wanting to go home.
“I’ll be able to see them coming. Don’t worry.”
I nodded and he led me around to the back of the truck where he lowered the tail gate and then guided me into a position where I was bent over and supporting myself on the cool metal of the truck bed. He stood behind me gripping my hips with his hands, grinding his pelvis against me so I could feel his hard bulge. I bit my lip at the thought of him inside me and my hips involuntarily undulated, seeking to be closer to what my body now craved.
“I’m going to pull up your skirt and spank you silly. Then, when you’re hot and ready, I’m going to fuck you. Bent over and taken just like you asked for, right?”
I nodded, the impact of his words leaving me breathless. He fumbled to yank my skintight skirt up. When I moved to help him, eager to hurry things along, he firmly pushed me back into place. The cold air hit my ass, raising goose bumps as he exposed me to the night, naked save for the thin strip of my lace thong.
“Maintain position unless I say otherwise, understood?”
“Understood,” I said. The subordination of control was foreign, yet, at the same time, arousal flushed through me as I put myself under his direction. He would choose what to do with me and I would accept it. He gives, I take. We had discussed this before, but now it was real and both scary as well as arousing. I wanted to give myself over to him, yet my drive to do so scared me. Fortunately, not enough to call it off.
“Good. Now you say the word and I stop, okay? I’m going to push you. It won’t be easy, but it shouldn’t be so hard you can’t take it. If it crosses that line, you tell me.”
“Is there a safe word?” I asked.
“Stop works. But, since this is your first time, I’ll be watching your reactions closely. If you seem upset or overwhelmed, I will stop and we’ll talk to figure out what’s going on.”
I nodded my understanding. What he said sounded fair and I liked that he would be paying such close attention to my response. It made me trust him more.
“Open communication is how this works, always.” He lightly tapped my ass as if taking its measure.
“I can take it.” I widened my stance in preparation.
“That’s a dangerous thing to say, Sara. There’s a difference between what you want and what you can actually take. I need you to be honest with me about that difference.” He continued the light spanks, alternating between cheeks. His hands were warm and rough on my skin, making me shiver. “If you let me hurt you, I won’t trust you enough to spank you again.”
“I’ll let you know if it’s too much,” I said, knowing I would be quite vocal if the spanking became too intense. I wasn’t a hero, that was for sure.
“We have an understanding then, good.”
There was a pause then where his hands left me, and I almost stood up to see what the delay was just as the first smack came. It stung my cheek, but, as he’d promised, it wasn’t anything I couldn’t handle.
I remained relaxed and unmoved at the smacks he rained down on me. There was one spot though, on each side, that had a direct line to my core. Wherever he made contact, pleasure spasmed through me and I found myself wiggling, hoping to keep his hand on that particular spot.
He wasn’t interested though. No matter how I danced under his hands, he scattered the smacks equitably across both cheeks.
The intensity slowly increased to the point where I gave a soft grunt with each hit. After several minutes, he stopped and shoved a hand between my legs, feeling the results of his spanking.
“You’re dripping wet,” he said, pushing a finger into my folds and caressing my body with an experienced touch.
I moaned in response and ground into his hand, wanting more. He chuckled at that and withdrew to resume his spanking.
“You’re going to have to beg before I’ll give you what you’re asking for.”
“And if I don’t?” I asked, a sassy note in my voice.
“The spanking continues, Miss Smart Mouth.”
The smacks then came even harder, but were still within my tolerance. It was difficult to keep myself in position as the force drove my body into the tail gate and caused me to go on tip-toe in order to keep from stepping forward. My gasps were audible, punctuated with high-pitched moans.
He stopped again and teased my center with deft strokes of his finger. Pleasure coiled tight, clamping down and then began to
expand, too big to be contained any longer. Before the full release blossomed, he pulled away.
I whimpered. “Luke?”
“Feeling like begging yet?”
“No,” I said, not wanting to come off as a lightweight. “Just making sure you weren’t getting tired, Cowboy.”
“I’m touched by your concern, but I could do this all night.” He emphasized his words with stinging slaps to my ass, tearing a shriek from me.
I grit my teeth to contain my voice, not wanting to attract attention, but couldn’t stop a foot from stepping out of place. The movement earned me a barrage of spanks until I resumed position.
“Having a hard time?”
“No, I’m fine,” I said, full of false bravado. “You?” My voice sounded high and breathy to my ears, like Marilyn Monroe.
“You have a beautiful ass. I love the way it shakes. I’m turned on.”
“I aim to please.”
“Call me a satisfied customer then.” The spanking stopped again, but my body throbbed as if still under his hands. Then he was back, this time smoothing his hands over my skin before goosing me with sharp pinches.
I hissed at the none-too-gentle pinches, which seemed to prompt him to fall back on spanking. More slaps stung me and he focused on my sweet spots, the ones that turned the pain into pleasure. Soon, I moaned in time with the spanks, rocking back and forth under him. My brain shut down and my eyes closed, giving me tunnel vision focused solely on the pleasure he elicited.
When he stopped again, I found myself overly emotional at the deprivation.
“Luke?” I asked, my voice a keening note of need. Tears pricked my eyes. He’d left me hanging and I couldn’t think of anything other than his touch.
“Yes?”
My brave facade fell away, drowned by sensation. “Please?”
“You can do better,” came his cool voice. He pulled my thong off, though, giving me hope.
“Please don’t stop. I need you,” I said, my voice catching. I stepped out of my panties and kicked them away, not caring where they landed or if I ever saw them again. All I could focus on was the aching emptiness in my core demanding release. Nothing else mattered.
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