Literotic asexstories – His Goddess by The_Spank_King,The_Spank_King
“What?” He asked.
“Nothing!” She replied.
“Then why did you roll your eyes?” He inquired.
“Because it’s just a hotel.” She said flatly.
“Yes, a hotel, with no kids, just the two of us for the weekend. The first time it’s been just us in what, 15 years?” He said gleefully. “We can be alone and enjoy each other’s company and order room service. While being alone. Just the two of us like on our honeymoon.”
She knew he was excited and she was as well. However she was trying to act like it was no big deal. She had a surprise for him and she wanted to catch him off guard.
They pulled up to the front door and stepped out of the car. The bellhop immediately came to take their bags and the valet whisked their car away.
After they checked in they went to their room on the 8th floor, room 871. It wasn’t the top of the hotel but it was high enough that they had a great view of the ocean. Shortly their bags arrived and they unpacked.
Let’s go downstairs for dinner. I’m hungry!” Silvia declared. “I also want to see the pool. It’s a salt water pool I think.” She knew Dario wanted to do room service but she needed to tease him a little.
“Oh, ok. I thought we’d get room service.” Dario said, trying not to sound disappointed. “We can tomorrow. Tonight I want to eat downstairs. I’d like a table outside on the boardwalk.” Silvia deadpanned. She knew he was trying to hide his disappointment, and she acted oblivious to it.
As they sat at a table right next to the boardwalk and had dinner, they had a vibrant conversation, a lot like when they were dating. The way Dario looked at Silvia during dinner it was clear to Silvia that what Dario really wanted for dessert was her. She thought to herself “good… the anticipation is good for him…” while they joked and laughed and enjoyed each other’s company and the weather.
After dessert they went for a stroll on the boardwalk, holding hands, still talking and laughing. As the sun set and the boardwalk began to come alive with the usual evening attractions and activities, Dario and Silvia made their way up to their room. As Dario moved in to kiss her on the elevator she once again purposely snubbed him. Annoyed, Dario stood back and waited uncomfortably for the elevator doors to open. They walked back to the room and Dario unlocked the door. Silvia walked in and Dario followed. Silvia then went around Dario back to the door, discreetly hung the “do not disturb” sign on the doorknob, closed the door and locked it.
Silvia went into the bathroom to change. Dario sat on the bed, flipping through the book of local attractions and activities, getting bored. But he wouldn’t be bored for long.
As the bathroom door opened, a gorgeous mistress emerged. She had changed into some very skimpy lingerie and a pair of thigh high boots and fishnets. The lingerie was a bit too small, so her breasts swelled and her magnificent ass bulged out in an intoxicating display of sensual lusciousness. In her hand was the icing on the cake… a long, black delryn cane. Dario just stared, slackjawed, for the moment too stunned to even notice the sudden bulge in his pants.
“I know this is what you want.” She said, seductively, her voice dramatically breathless, between a whisper and a normal speaking tone. Dario, now returning to his senses started grinning from ear to ear. “Come here and take off your clothes.” She demanded. He eagerly did as he was asked… or so he thought. As he leapt up from the bed, he stripped down quickly and walked over to her, giddy with excitement.
She reached around and grabbed his ass roughly and slapped it. “Turn around and lean over the arm of that chair.” she commanded. He eagerly did as he was asked. She cracked the cane hard across his ass. A sudden surge of white hot searing pain engulfed his ass. He moaned contentedly.
“What did I just ask you to do?” She calmly asked.
“To bend over the chair arm.” He replied.
Another sudden, hard stroke of the cane viciously shocked his ass. He grunted and then sighed.
“No, before that.” She said.
“You told me to undress and come to you.” He said, unsure of what was to come.
Another severe lash cracked like a gunshot across his ass. “No. Think carefully.” She said softly as she stood back and swished the cane menacingly through thr air. “You need to listen carefully to what I say, or there will be harsh consequences.” She stated calmly yet confidently. “Think about it.”
“I am.” He replied, with a hint of annoyance in his voice. She decided his tone needed some adjusting. “Maybe this will jog your memory.” she growled, as a torrent of 6 harsh lashes rained down on his ass. The shock of it made him flinch and pull away.
“I didn’t say you could move. Get back in position. If you move again without permission, there will be consequences. Now, what did I ask you to do?”
“You asked me to take off my clothes and come to you.” He said, a mixture of shock and excitement in his voice. Her assertiveness was quite unexpected but also something he had longed for from her. For so long he had wanted her to dominate him, and she was finally doing it, and doing a fantastic job! He was so turned on, his cock was rock hard. He braced for what he knew was coming because he just gave her the same answer again. Sure enough, six exceptionally hard strokes scorched his throbbing ass.
“Are you sure about the order in which I asked you to do those things?” She questioned him, mockingly.
Dario’s thoughts pierced the haze of pain and he said “You asked me to come to you and then undress.”
Another razor sharp stroke cracked across his ass. “Is that what you did?” She asked.
“No.” He answered, realizing he took his clothes off first. Then another crack of the cane marked his ass. “No, what?” She asked.
“No, I took my clothes off first and then came to you?” He asked sheepishly.
Another blistering stroke of the cane marked his ass.
“No, you took your clothes off first and then came to me, what?” She asked.
“Um… No, I took my clothes off first and then came to you, mistress?” He offered.
Another white hot stripe blazed across his bare ass. “It’s Goddess.” She offered. Then another severe blow fell across his ass. “You always tell me what a goddess I am, so that’s what you will refer to me as. Goddess. Understand?”
“Yes!” He eagerly replied, prompting another hard lash. “Yes goddess!” He replied.
“Good. Now I am going to tell you what I expect from you, and you will do what I ask. If you fail to do so, I will make it more and more difficult for you to be able to comfortably sit down tomorrow.” She whispered in his ear.
“I’ve never had a problem sitting after you’ve caned me before.” He said, willfully defiant. He was enjoying her attempt to be the dominant in the bedroom for once and she was magnificent, but he wasn’t going to just give in. He intended to make her work for it. She didn’t disappoint… his insolence earned him 12 more severe strokes that she vigorously applied to his now marked and welted ass.
“No backtalk.” She calmly said.
He said nothing.
Another stripe seared his ass. “Do you understand?” She asked as another viciously applied stripe cracked against his quivering bottom.
“Yes Goddess!” He said arrogantly, but also a bit lustfully.
“Good. It seems like you’re starting to learn.” She said in a flirty voice.
“Well, I have a good teacher.” He said in a mocking tone. She was having none of it. “6 more strokes.” She coldy declared. Immediately a searing, ruthless round of strokes were laid across his striped buttocks. These were significantly more painful as she was really winding up and putting her whole body into it. In fact they were so powerful that he grunted through gritted teeth with every stripe. He couldn’t maintain position and he flinched and pulled away on the 4th stroke.
“I warned you about not pulling away. You are now getting twelve more, plus the two you didn’t finish. If you pull away again, I’ll have you lay over the bed corner and give you 24 more strokes, plus the ones you didn’t finish from this time. Do you understand?” She spoke, calmly but forcefully.
“Yes. Goddess.” He moaned sensually, shocked by her strictness. He was extremely aroused and intoxicated by the flood of hormones and endorphins coursing through his body. The pain was both agonizing and euphoric. She began applying the cane to his ass again. Every stroke was an explosion of pain and bliss. Despite the pain, he raised his ass defiantly toward her, presenting it more fully and vulnerably, purposely causing the pain to be even more severe. He groaned lustfully as she tormented his quivering, wobbling ass.
When she was finished administering the last lash, she ordered him to suck her tits and finger her. “Yes Goddess!” He eagerly proclaimed and hungrily took her ample breasts into his mouth, nibbling and sucking her engorged nipples. He ran his fingers across her dripping wet pussy, stroking her clitoris as he continued nibbling her full, heaving breasts as she moaned and licked her lips.
“I want to grind on your thigh.” She moaned. But Dario resisted. Now, he would test her resolve.
“No.” He told her as he continued pleasuring her.
He was shocked to see a flash of genuine anger in her eyes as she asked him what he said.
He couldn’t believe how nervous he was, even slightly afraid. It was so exciting and nerve wracking all at once! He stood his ground and defiantly said “No, I don’t want to.” Then, to tweak her a bit more, he said “Goddess.” in a mocking and condescending tone.
“Fine.” She calmly retorted. “Let’s see if I can convince you to reconsider. Over the edge of the bed. You won’t be able to take this without moving otherwise.”
“How many this time?” Dario quipped, not a hint of reverence left. He was really goading her. Would she follow through?
“When you are begging me to stop whipping your ass and grind on your thigh.” She whispered in his ear.
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