Literotic asexstories – Man Does More than Decorate Ch. 01 by Satsumabook123,Satsumabook123
I was very surprised when a tall gentleman around 55 years old turned up the next day. He was dressed more like an executive and spoke in a very calm and intelligent way. He said he wanted to discuss the job which he would start the next day when he had picked up the materials we agreed. I was instantly attracted to this good-looking personable man. I had never found older men attractive but was bowled over by his confident but caring manner.
We agreed the color scheme and exactly what he would do. I offered him a second cup of coffee and we relaxed back and started to talk about more personal matters. I admitted to being a little bored particularly when my husband was away. I remember thinking that it was probably not the best thing to say to a stranger. He said that he had been widowed two years earlier and had thrown in his career in the US, as he wanted to do something completely different. Money was not the driver for him working he just found the work so much more rewarding than his career in the financial world.
I sympathized with him about losing his wife and asked what he missed the most. He said he missed her day-to-day company and the intimacy that they had enjoyed throughout their time together. He hesitated and I could see he wanted to say more so I prompted him. He said it was too personal but I reached out and held his hand to comfort him. I was amazed at myself being so forward with him. He looked me directly in the eye and said
“What I miss the most is how excited she always got when I spanked her bottom.”
I am not sure which of us was the most surprised that he said it.
“Oh I am so sorry what must you think of me, that was far too much information. If you wish me to leave I quite understand. I am so sorry.”
Rather than being angry with him I felt deeply sorry. I wanted to encourage him to open up but was also fascinated by the subject. Our sex life was far from vanilla but spanking or for that matter any involvement of my bottom had never played any part.
“Don’t worry I am not that much of a prude and I am certainly not offended.”
I wanted to ask questions but just managed to hold my tongue. He seemed to sense this and asked me with a caring tone whether I had ever been spanked and if so whether I had enjoyed it. To this day I do not understand why I said what I said
“No I have not so I don’t know whether I would enjoy it.”
The second the words were out of my mouth I realized that I had almost offered an invitation to this hugely attractive man. I stammered that I was sure I would not like to be spanked. I was in a hole but I just kept digging. I am not sure exactly what I said but he just held my hand and comforted me as I babbled away.
“I have a little something in my car that you might like to see. I will leave now but not before I give you a little light reading. It might help you to see whether having your beautiful bottom spanked might be of interest.”
It did not escape me his use of the word beautiful. I know I have a good figure but was always concerned that my bottom was too big. As he got up to leave I was desperate to spend longer in his company but knew I had already made things quite awkward. He went to his car before returning to the doorstep with a magazine in his hand. He gave it to me with the back cover showing. With a lovely smile he was gone.
I was shocked, but should not have been surprised, when I turned the magazine over. It showed a girl looking over her shoulder towards the camera that was focused in on a large bottom with red stripes spread across it. Her anus and pussy were amazingly visible. Her pussy was spread and showed some clear signs of being red and moisture. I have never had any interest in females let alone their pussies but this photo transfixed me.
My pussy, which I had been aware of over the last few minutes, now became distinctly aroused. I wanted to be that girl. Her eyes showed an excitement that was infectious and seemed to be asking for more stripes to be added. The photos in the rest of the magazine showed spankings, strappings and canings. By the time I finished looking at the photos I was sitting on a pussy that was threatening to soak the sofa. My heart rate was high and I was sweating.
Having never thought about it all I could think was how I wanted to have my bottom spanked. More worrying was that it was not my husband doing the spanking but my gorgeous decorator. Without thinking about it I found my hand inside my panties and my fingers were playing with my huge wet clit. With a jolt I snapped out of this strange world. I busied myself and hid the magazine under my pillow. I refused to look at it that night but did have a dream that included a vision of a girl it might have been me being caned. I woke in a sweat with an unfulfilled sexual excitement flowing through me.
I tried to keep my sexual excitement in check but felt like a schoolgirl waiting to experience sex for the first time. In fact a very relaxed decorator arrived as if nothing had happened the day before. He didn’t mention the magazine and agreed simple arrangements for his work and got to work. I was stunned and very disappointed. Had I expected him to push me across the kitchen table and spank me until I couldn’t sit down? Actually he had given me no indication that he would be interested in spanking me. I felt frustrated let down and very stupid. Had I misjudged this man so badly? I had dressed rather provocatively and as if for a spanking and he had completely ignored it treating me like a silly girl.
The day went very slowly. I was very close to masturbating to help ease my intense frustration. This was something I hadn’t done in years. While sharing coffees during the day he (Ian) had acted very professionally discussing the house and the decorating. Things took a dramatic turn after he finished tidying up at the end of the day. His attitude changed and it was the gorgeous inquisitive older man who became totally engaging again.
I felt myself melt as he asked me whether I had enjoyed the magazine and if so which photos and stories had turned me on. Not which ones I had enjoyed but which ones had sexually excited me. The way he put it reduced me to feeling like an overexcited little girl. I knew I had to answer and lying was not an option. I did not trust my mouth to say what I wanted it to, so got the magazine and pointed to two of my favorites.
“Did you imagine yourself as the girls in the pictures? If so who was doing the spanking and caning? Did you masturbate while looking at the magazine?”
I was stunned by his directness. Things were moving forward at a scary rate but I was frightened by how sexy it felt but admitted to myself that it was just what I wanted. Was he really offering to spank me? What would happen if he did? I was so excited about the possibilities; sexually aroused by all the possibilities.
“Yes I did imagine I was the girls in the pictures and you were spanking and strapping me. I felt like I was being unfaithful having such lurid fantasies so decided not to masturbate but I did get very excited.”
Without any effort this man had made me lay myself completely bare. I had admitted my inner sexual fantasies and done everything other than directly ask him to spank me, someone 30 years younger than him.
“I shall only ask you this question once. I will take your first answer and if your answer is no the whole question of spanking will not be mentioned again. If your answer is yes I will spank, strap and cane you however I wish. You will only have one way to affect things and that is to use the safe word that is ‘Blue’. This will stop things completely and no further action will take place. Do you understand? Do you want me to take complete control of your beautiful bottom?”
I felt enveloped by this man’s personality. I wanted to do what he wanted. I wanted to be spanked, strapped and caned by this charismatic character. I hardly took in his reference to complete control but my head shaking made it clear that I was agreeing to everything.
“Tell me clearly in your own words what you want from me.”
“I want you to spank, strap and cane me. I want to experience my bottom being warmed until it wants to explode.”
His smile was all knowing, confident but also caring. I wanted to be taken over his knee but he indicated that I should lean across the kitchen table. As if teasing me he took what seemed like minutes before he approached me and firmly pulled my short dress up until it was halfway up my back. I knew he would now see my brief, black opaque panties that I had chosen for what I thought was their sexy appearance. His hands slipped down my legs and gently eased my legs well apart. He had not really touched me but I knew that my sexual excitement would be obvious to anyone this close. This seemed to be confirmed as he made a noise that sounded like a laugh at my predicament and emphasized it by saying
“You really are very ready to be spanked aren’t you?”
No answer was required but he had again established clearly that I wanted this, at least as much as he did. We both knew I would have begged him if he had required me to.
He stood beside me, held my back down onto the table with his left hand and spanked down onto my bottom with his right. He landed half a dozen firm spanks to my bottom in quick succession. None hurt but a lovely warmth was soon spreading across the whole area. This was everything and more than I had hoped for.
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