Catching the signal from one of her friends, Angela brushed her skirt, took a deep breath, and walked towards where he was sitting. She was trying not to let her nerves get the best of her, though difficult it was. This was a big opportunity and she didn’t want to blow it. Darnell, the man she was meeting, was in town for a conference and looking for some company for the weekend. She had never done this before but several of her friends had and they said it was easy money. She enjoyed sex didn’t she? Why not get paid well to have it?
He stood up to greet her with a handshake and a kiss on her cheek, then helped her into a seat adjacent to his. “Would you care for a drink, my dear? A glass of wine maybe?”
“A glass of wine would be nice, thank you. Chardonnay, please.”
They sat and chatted a little. She was beginning to relax and feel at ease with Darnell. He really was quite charming and easy to like. Another drink before they headed up to his room.
Angela had never stayed at such a posh hotel before, even the carpet beneath her feet felt softer than the old mattress in her dorm room. The bed was big and lush with white linens accented in navy. A half a dozen pillows were stacked across the head of the bed and the spread was pulled down on one side. Obviously the hotel knew he was alone, or assumed he was since he alone was registered. This thought suddenly made her nervous. If anything happened to her here nobody would ever know. Then she realized Tamera would know as she was the one who arranged this.
“Were you told what to expect from me this evening?”
“Yes sir, I was informed you were into spanking or whips or something.” She felt a fool as she stammered through the words.
He chuckled slightly. “That’s good, calling me Sir. I expect that to be the protocol for the rest of the weekend. As for spanking or whips or something, yes, I do enjoy spanking young women. I do use other implements at times, but for this evening I will stick to using my bare hand. Now, please strip down to your undergarments and kneel here beside the bed while I go relieve myself. You may use a pillow should you find the floor too hard.”
She did as he requested, thankful that she had worn matching bra and panties this evening. Classic pink lace with little bows at the hips and between the cups of the bra. Very girly she thought, wondering if he would like. She knelt on the floor without a pillow, still amazed by how soft it was beneath her.
When Darnell returned to the room he went over to Angela and rubbed her shoulders. A small gesture to help relax and put her at ease. He knew this was her first time and did not want it to be a bad experience for her. “You are going to feel the warmth of my touch and the heat of my hand. You are going to like it, but you will not cum. You will pay attention to what I am doing, to how it affects you. Do you understand?”
“I won’t hurt you. Yes, you will feel pain but it will be a good pain, a pain that will also bring pleasure with it. Don’t fight it, just relax and go with it. If you feel like it is getting to be too much, if I am hitting too hard or you aren’t comfortable for any reason say broccoli. If you say broccoli I will stop.
“Can’t I just say no, or stop?”
“Not tonight, not here with me. I am accustomed to women saying no when they don’t really mean no, when they want to put up a fight but are actually enjoying the scene. Broccoli is what we would call a safe word. It does not fit in with the context of the scene. If you say broccoli I know you truly want to stop.”
“Do you always use broccoli as your safe word?”
“Not always, it depends on the person and the scene. Is there another word you would prefer?”
“No. Broccoli. Got it.” She could feel his eyes on her, sense his disapproval. “No Sir, broccoli is a good word. If I want things to stop I will say broccoli. It is the only word that will end things.”
“Thank you, now stand up sweet girl and come over here.” He led her over to the foot of the bed and had her lean over onto the bed with her pink lace clad derrière offered up to him. He began by lightly rubbing it… then a smack, not too hard… rubbing to sooth the skin… another smack… more rubbing. He would break her in slowly. They had plenty of time.
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