Chapter 4: Over the Knee

Chapter 4: Over the Knee

It was a surprise then, when I felt him take my feet and begin tying my ankles together! I was not going to be raped!

Then why was there a sense of disappointment?

Oh, well, what will be, will be, I told myself. At least I’ll get some bondage, and I really do love that.

With my ankles tied, he put my legs on the bed. Then he was climbing up and lying down beside me and taking me in his arms. That was unexpected. He seemed strong as he held me close to him. I could feel his body and knew it wasn’t fat at least. Ugly, maybe, but not fat. Thank heaven for that. I don’t like fat men.

He held me like a lover. Gentle and in no hurry to grab the good parts. His hands began exploring my body but not in a vulgar way. He stroked my arms, apparently enjoying the way they were immobilized. He felt the ropes and knots. It seemed to me that he felt them the same way he had felt my skin. That made me sure that he was a bondage man. He loved his women tied up and helpless. He even stroked the leather encasing my head.

And I could feel an erect penis pressing against me. That promised more than just caressing.

I was relaxing some but still feeling a wonderful and frightening sense of helplessness. When his hand caressed my breast, I almost moaned with pleasure. It felt so nice, and when he touched my nipple, it sent a thrill through me. After a while of stroking and cupping my breasts, one of his hands went lower and stroked my thigh. That sent a tingle up my leg, ending in my vagina. He pushed my skirt until it was nearly around my waist. When his hand went between my legs, it found my vagina was wet and hot. I had trouble holding in moans of pleasure.

It seemed to me that, if I wanted to play the part of an unwilling damsel, I should at least put up a token resistance. Then I said to hell with it, and settled back to enjoy it.

He was quite skilled at turning a woman on. He knew the territory well, and just how to stimulate the nerves. I was soon moaning and pushing my pussy against his hand. Using juices from my vagina, he messaged my clit with a finger, triggering all kinds of nerves there. It felt so very good. If I could have spoken, I would have begged for him to never stop.

Just as I was very near an orgasm, he showed his true colors. His hand left. I moaned loudly through my nose and wiggled my hips. Damned bastard had left me just as I was close to paradise.

He turned me over, pulled me to the side of the bed and put me over his knee. A moment later there was a suddenly stinging blow on my ass, followed by many more.

I was spanked my bare rear until I was crying. He made my bottom burn as he hand swatted every part of it. Part of my crying was from the frustration he had forced upon me, the rest from the pain in my ass.

With my bottom sore and hot, he rose and dumped me on the floor. I was still crying when I heard the door close behind him.

Bastard!