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  “Yes,” came her breathy reply.

  “Yes, Sir, I think would be the appropriate reply Bryony.”

  “Yes, Sir, I am sorry. I promise I won’t open my eyes again.”

  He continued washing her, rubbing his hands further down her body, and just as Bryony thought he was going to bring his hands between her legs he moved them on down her thighs and right down to her toes, being very thorough and lifting her feet up to wash underneath.

  Alex could sense her disappointment and smiled to himself. “Turn.”

  She turned and he began washing her back and arms – massaging downwards. Again, when she thought he was about to wash her bottom, his hands moved to the side and continued down the back of her legs.

  “Now, have I done everywhere? Do you think I have missed any bits out Bryony?”

  Her voice was so quiet as to be almost inaudible. “Yes.”

  “You will need to speak up a little Bryony. It is hard to hear you. Which bits do you think I have missed, tell me please.”

  “My…my bottom, Sir, and my…” Her voice trailed away.

  “Your what, Bryony? I didn’t hear that last word.”

  She knew what he wanted her to say. It was a word she had never used before, although she had heard it many times – especially by men during sex. But she decided to be bold.

  “My cunt, Sir.”

  “Good girl, I nearly forgot your bottom and your cunt. We need to get them very clean don’t we?”

  He put some more gel on his hands and began massaging her bottom cheeks, covering every inch, before gently bringing his fingers down her crack.

  “We need to get this bit very clean, don’t we?”

  His finger gently pushed against her anus and tried to enter.

  “My, you’re tight here. I can tell that this entrance is not used very much. Is that so, Bryony?”

  Bryony’s breathing rate had increased and she had tingles all over her body.

  “When I ask a question I expect an answer, Bryony. I’m afraid that will mean a bit more spanking for you.”

  “Sorry, Sir. I’ve…no one’s ever…I mean….”

  “What you’re trying to say is that no one’s cock has ever been in here, is that right?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Bryony realized that she had naturally slipped into calling Alex, Sir – without further reminders. It seemed to come naturally now.

  “Well we will have to remedy that. But perhaps not today.”

  He turned her round and checked that her eyes were still closed, before gently probing between her legs. His hand covered in gel slid over her slit and through the soft brown hair that almost hid it from sight. Perhaps another task for her next visit would be for him to shave her as smooth as a baby, so that everything was there for him to see. His fingers began sliding into her cunt and he pushed two fingers in as far as he could reach, then drew them out and found her clitoris. She almost jumped when he touched it.

  “Ah, that felt nice didn’t it?”

  “Yes, Sir. It feels so good.”

  He swirled his fingers around, touching her clit and then pushing them into her as deep as he could. He could tell that she was getting close to her climax, but he didn’t want her to come yet. He pulled his fingers away and heard a small cry of disappointment come from her.

  He kept still for a moment to see if she disobeyed and opened her eyes, but she didn’t. He rinsed her off and then took her arm and led her over to a nearby sun lounger. After placing a towel on the lounger he guided her into a semi-lying position.

  “Now you lie there nice and quietly in the sunshine, while I finish my shower. Eyes kept closed now.”

  He quickly washed himself and then joined Bryony on the other lounger.

  “Do you think we are being watched Bryony? Does it turn you on, or does it make you nervous. Honest answer now.”

  “I thought it would make me nervous, but actually it is making me feel horny, thinking that someone might be training his telescope on us right now.”

  “Let’s put on a show for him then. Draw your legs up a bit and then let them flop open. Let him see right into your cunt.”

  Actually, he was fairly certain that they couldn’t be seen where they were, but he was enjoying his little game with Bryony.

  She paused for a moment as if weighing up in her mind whether she could be so bold. Hell yes. She was crossing new boundaries and it was exciting. She did as he asked.

  “Now, put your hand down and play with yourself.”

  Bryony gasped a little. She had never touched herself like that in front of a lover, let alone in front of the residents of Manhattan. Alex watched with interest as different expressions flitted across her face. She was struggling with this one.

  “Are you disobeying me, Bryony? I might have to add to the number of strokes you are going to get today.”

  Slowly Bryony’s hand crept down between her legs. She very hesitantly rubbed a finger over her vulva. Her eyes remained closed and this seemed to give her courage. She began to massage the lips of her sex, before one finger crept inside to seek out her clit. Alex’s cock climbed to full mast.

  “Now turn your head towards me and open your eyes. Look straight at me while you do that.”

  She opened her eyes and looked directly into that intense, direct look that she had first noticed about him in the restaurant. He was gently stroking his cock. His voice had become deeper and huskier.

  “Does that feel good, Bryony? What are you thinking while you pleasure yourself?”

  “I’m thinking how much I want to feel you inside me.”

  “In a while. Not quite yet. There’s a little more anticipation to come. By the time I fuck you I want you to be screaming from the sensory overload. Come, let’s go inside, I think we’ve given the neighborhood pervert enough of a show today.”

  He held out his hand and led her inside. Both were pretty well dried by the hot sun. He sat her on the bed and fetched a hairbrush from the bedside table – then climbed onto the bed and sat behind her, his legs on either side of her hips and began to carefully and gently brush the tangles from her damp hair. For ten minutes he brushed until every tangle had gone. He placed the brush down on the bed beside her.

  “Now, we have the little matter of your punishment. Let’s see, there was the opening of your eyes when I had told you to keep them closed, and there was also your reluctance to answer me when I asked you a question. Now what can I use to spank you with? Let’s see…I think I should use the hairbrush, as it is so close to hand. Do you think I should, Bryony?”

  Bryony’s voice shook a little. She had not contemplated being spanked with an instrument and she was a little afraid. She decided that honesty was the best policy.

  “Will it hurt, Alex? I’m a little frightened of it.”

  Alex decided to overlook the fact that she had reverted to calling him by his name – for now at least.

  “Yes, it will hurt some, but that is the whole point of it Bryony.”

  He sensed a little reassurance was needed, and put his arms around her. “Don’t forget, you can stop whenever you want. Just call out your safe word and I will stop straight away.”

  “Okay, Sir.”

  She had reverted to Sir, but she was still trembling slightly. He decided to proceed. “Lie over my lap, Bryony.” He placed her where he wanted her – adjusting her position until he felt she was in the correct place. “I’m only going to give you ten today as it’s your first time. I want you to count after each one, Bryony. Say ‘one, Sir’, ‘two, Sir’, okay?

  He had already decided that he would hold back too, on the amount of force he used – although it would be pointless doing it if she didn’t feel some pain.

  “Are you ready?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He raised the brush and brought it down sharply on to one side of her bottom. Bryony gasped from the pain that coursed through her. She was conflicted in her mind about whether she wanted this, but she
wasn’t ready to call out her safe word yet.

  “What do you say Bryony?”

  “One, Sir.”

  “Good girl. Let’s proceed.”

  He raised his hand and brought the brush down on the other cheek this time.

  “Ow, er… two Sir.”

  Alex continued, slowly smacking the hairbrush first on one cheek and then the other. He increased the strength of the stroke slightly when he reached eight. She looked as though she was coping with it, but Bryony’s voice wavered a little.

  “Eight Sir, please no more.”

  “Just two more to go, Bryony. You are doing great. Nearly there.” Alex’s voice was growing husky and his erection was pushing up against Bryony’s soft stomach. He raised his hand again.

  “Nine Sir, please….”

  “Last one, Bryony.”

  He raised his arm for the last time and brought it down hard across the middle of her bottom, so both cheeks were caught. This stroke seemed a little too much for Bryony, who began to cry. Alex lifted her up and put his arms around her, kissing her gently on her face and her lips.

  “Hush, baby. You did so well. Hush, it’s done now.” He began to kiss her lips harder, fighting back the urge to throw her on to the bed and fuck her hard.

  After a moment, Bryony started to respond to his kisses. Although she was so sore on her bottom, there was a familiar ache coming from between her legs. She wanted him so badly now.

  Alex moved his hand down to her sex, and slid two fingers inside her. Within a few minutes of stroking and pushing Bryony was panting, in desperate need of what only Alex could give her.

  “Tell me, Bryony. Tell me what you need. What shall I do?”

  “Fuck me, Alex. Please, fuck me. I need it so badly.”

  He laid her down on the bed on her back and lifted her legs on to his shoulders, before plunging his cock deep into her hot, needy cunt.

  Bryony responded by groaning every time he plunged into her. She had never felt this needy for hot, hard, rough sex in her entire life. Everything else in her life was forgotten for these few brief moments, as the sensation of Alex’s rock hard, solid cock filling her cunt and giving her such intense pleasure was all she could think about.

  Alex knew that she was in pleasure heaven right now.

  “Shout and yell all you want, Bryony. Let the pervert across the road know that you are having the best sex in the whole world right now. Let it all out.”

  Given this freedom Bryony began to groan and shout. She was getting near her climax and Alex wanted to hold on for her, but he was finding it increasingly difficult to hold back from a mind-shattering orgasm.

  “Come for me, Bryony. Come now.”

  His words were enough to tip Bryony over into a mind-blowing explosion of pleasure, as she began to shake and tremor – which tipped Alex into his own strong climax.

  “Yes, Bryony, yes!”

  He collapsed back onto the bed and they both lay panting and trembling from the intensity of their orgasms. Alex looked over at Bryony and saw tears running down her cheeks.

  “Bryony, what’s the matter honey? Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

  She smiled at him. “I feel absolutely amazing, and I don’t really know why I’m crying except that it was so intense. I’ve never felt anything as intense as that before Alex. It was so incredible! I can’t explain it.”

  He rolled over and took her in his arms.

  “Yes, it was amazing wasn’t it? Even for a cynical old Dom like me it was pretty amazing, so I can understand why you feel so emotional right now. Sometimes it just hits you like that.”

  They lay on the bed, wrapped in each other’s arms, for a long time.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Alex thought that Bryony had faced enough new experiences for now, and suggested a walk in Central Park as it was such a lovely day. They walked, ate ice cream and then talked whilst sitting on one of the park benches.

  “So, what do you think about your introduction to my world? Think you want to try it again next weekend?”

  “The last 24 hours have been the most intense time of my life, and I think I need to process it all in the quiet of my own place. But, yes, I think I want to see you again next weekend.”

  That evening, after an early dinner, she arrived back at her tiny apartment– well, one room and a bathroom basically, which was all she could afford– at eight pm, feeling absolutely exhausted. And she still had an essay to complete for the following morning. She managed to finish it by eleven pm, and then got into bed and was asleep within minutes.

  The following day, whilst getting ready to leave for the university, Bryony was surprised to hear the doorbell ring. On the doorstep stood a young delivery boy with an enormous bunch of flowers. Nestling in the bouquet was a small envelope, containing a hand written card. She tipped the boy and took the flowers over to the table and opened the card.

  Bryony,

  Thanks for a great weekend. I hope when you are sitting in your lecture today you will be reminded of whose hand has most recently been on that wonderful bottom of yours – but don’t let is spoil your concentration too much!

  Love Alex x

  Bryony felt a shiver run through her body as she remembered what she had been doing with Alex. She smiled and left the bouquet sitting in a bowl of water in the sink. She must run or she would be late for her lecture. She would have to buy a vase on her way home.

  * * * * *

  The week seemed to drag for Bryony. She had three lectures, plus a couple of seminars and some research in the library. Then she was working Tuesday night through Friday at the restaurant. She had asked for Saturday night off as per Alex’s request. He sent her a text message on Thursday as promised.

  Will send a car for you at 7 p.m. Saturday. Don’t be late or you will feel the consequences! Dress smart, but bring casual gear for Sunday, including walking shoes. Alex x

  Bryony grinned. She was quite sure her bottom was going to get a roasting whether she was early or late. She felt goose bumps over her body, thinking about what was ahead for her. On Saturday she rose late after her late night at the restaurant and opened her wardrobe to decide what she should wear that night. Alex had said smart, so that only really meant her black dress. She hadn’t had much need for dressy outfits and the black dress was sufficient for the few occasions when jeans were not acceptable. She brought out the dress and hung it on the outside of the wardrobe door. She sighed. It really was starting to look a little shabby. There was no choice – she would have to go shopping. There was a small dress shop not too far away that had some nice, but not too expensive clothes. She would try there.

  Rose, the owner, came forward to offer Bryony her assistance. After hearing what she was looking for, she guided Bryony to the changing room and told her she would bring a few outfits for her to try on. She knew exactly the dress that would suit the pretty blonde student, but she thought she would offer a few different dresses and let the girl make up her own mind. But there was no need. As soon as Bryony tried on the red crepe dress that Rose thought was the one for her, Bryony was sold on it too and never even tried on the other two dresses. It clung to her in all the right places and had an unusual neckline that made it a little different. Bryony thought it looked both classy and sexy, which was the effect she was aiming for. Even the price was not too painful on the bank balance.

  On the way home Bryony decided to go all out and have her nails painted in a matching color. Then she went home to luxuriate in a hot, scented bath ready for Alex to pick her up at seven pm. Her thoughts drifted back to the previous weekend and she shivered in anticipation of what lay ahead. If someone had told her a couple of weeks ago that she would be looking forward to her bottom being spanked, she would have told them they obviously did not know her very well. But, as it turned out, the person who did not know her very well was, in fact, herself.

  At one minute to seven, she closed the door to her apartment and stepped out on to the sidewalk to await his ar
rival. But he was already waiting in the back of the limo right outside.

  His eyes lit up in appreciation of the beautiful woman before him. “You look stunning, Bryony.”

  She accepted his kiss and climbed in alongside him.

  “And you are on time too. How disappointing. I was rather looking forward to reminding you of the importance of good timekeeping.”

  She laughed. “I’m sure you will find another excuse to spank me before the evening is over.”

  “Oh I intend to, don’t you worry about that. And in that dress it might be sooner rather than later. There is only one thing you could do that would improve the way you look.”

  “Oh, and what would that be?”

  “Your panties. I can see their outline through the dress. Take them off.”

  Bryony hesitated for just a moment before she recognized that Alex’s instructions were not a request and that she would be punished for not complying. She slid them down her legs and bent to pull them over her feet, hoping desperately that the driver was not using his rearview mirror at that moment. She went to put them in her purse, but Alex held out his hand.

  “I’ll have those.” He took them from her and put them into his pocket, with a grin. “By the way, that hesitation? I will remind your bottom of that later on.”

  Bryony shivered with anticipation.

  They arrived at their destination – a popular and expensive Italian restaurant in Greenwich Village. Naturally enough it was nigh on impossible for most people to get a table on a Saturday night, but Alex had no problem as usual.

  As Bryony walked ahead of him to their table he could hardly take his eyes off her delectable behind, now freed from the restraint of her panties so that the gentle undulation of her cheeks was tantalizing. He almost felt like cancelling dinner, marching her back to the car and putting her over his knee so that he could spank and fondle her bottom for the rest of the evening. Reason prevailed, however, and he tried to ignore the increased pressure in his pants.

  They ordered from the menu and Bryony sipped at the glass of sparkling pink champagne that Alex had ordered. He was looking at her intensely, with that direct stare that he used to such devastating effect. He spoke quietly, but clearly to her.