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  “Insolent!” he said with a wide grin. “For that you will kneel down at my feet and worship my cock.”

  He wasn’t the only one who knew how to grin.

  The fondant au chocolat was truly magnificent but nowhere near as good as sex. She loved finishing off a great meal with a tiny cup of delicious, strong black coffee but it really wasn’t necessary this evening and the digestifs that Stéphane insisted they both have was sheer proof he loved dragging things out.

  And if that wasn’t enough, as he put her coat over her shoulders, he whispered. “I’ve changed my mind. You must go to the Ladies and take off your panties.”

  Poppy caught her breath as she looked over her shoulder at him. He smiled. “Hurry along. It’s downstairs.”

  She went down a narrow spiral stairway and into a corridor that had one of those timed light switches so beloved by the French. And just her luck, the Ladies was occupied. Finally she got in and slipped off her knickers, taking off her tights as well. What to do with them? She wasn’t too worried about her tights, they could go in the bin, but the knickers were a very nice silk pair that she’d picked especially for the evening. She was not dumping them. She balled them up and put them in her handbag, smoothed her hair and gave herself an extra spritz of perfume before climbing the steep stairs to where he waited, her jacket in hand.

  “Can you feel the breeze?” he asked as they walked hand in hand to where he’d parked his car.

  “Yes, and I’m damn glad it’s not below freezing.”

  “That would indeed be an interesting sensation for you, some other time. For now, Poppy my love, listen carefully. When we get to my car, you must raise your skirt as you sit, so your naked bottom is in contact with the seat. That will remind you that you lovely backside will be the focus of this evening’s entertainment.” He opened the car door. “Go on,” he whispered, “no one’s looking. Lift your skirt.”

  After a deep breath she managed it, the night air cool on her skin as she sat down and then swung her legs into the car. “Think how the seat feels against your naked flesh,” he said, “and remember I’m going to warm it up for you. It won’t feel cold after I’ve finished with it.”

  He walked around the car and got in. As he put the key in the ignition, he leaned over and kissed her, slowly, carefully and quite completely. “That’s your reward for obeying. Now, are you getting wet?”

  “Yes.”

  “That’s good. I can use your juices to help get the plug all the way in. Oh, and talking about this, please hold it while I drive.” Reaching into his pocket, he handed it to her. “It will feel cold when I first push it into you,” he said, “but your body will soon warm it up.”

  “I know, I learned that with your godemichet.”

  “Of course you did. Oh Poppy, I cannot wait to get home.” The way he drove pretty much proved it.

  He pulled into an underground parking space somewhere in the old town. As he killed the engine he turned to her, took her hand and kissed her knuckles. “You thrill me so coming to me like this.”

  He wasn’t the only one feeling a thrill. “It’s been so long.”

  “Since your lover died?”

  Longer even. “Since he first got ill.”

  He grasped both her hands. “Let me satisfy your needs, Poppy.”

  His eyes were dark with promise and excitement. “Please,” she said and kissed him gently on the mouth.

  “You won’t be disappointed. I promise you.”

  “Just one thing, how are you going to pull down my knickers in the middle of my spanking, as promised, when I have them in my handbag?”

  “Coquinne! I have changed my mind. I want you to be naked once we get inside. Completely naked for my pleasure, is that acceptable?”

  Poppy nodded. “Yes.” She wanted, needed this so much.

  This time he kissed her hard on the mouth. “You are so perfect,” he told her. “Come.”

  Just for the heck of it, she sat still and waited for him to open the car door.

  * * * * *

  She followed him up three flights of stairs. She was breathing heavily when he paused on the landing and unlocked the cream-painted door. “Welcome, Poppy,” he said as he opened the door and switched on the light.

  A short corridor let into a sitting room with three long windows. “Here we are,” he said, “the perfect place for your chastisement. Would you like a drink?”

  “Not now. But I may need one afterward, my throat will be dry.”

  “From crying and begging me to stop?” he asked with a really wicked smile.

  “That will depend on you.” Brave words that belied the sinking feeling in her gut. She had agreed to this, she wanted it. But why the sudden fear and trepidation?

  “It will indeed. Do you want a safe word, in case I am too enthusiastic? Or would you rather accept whatever I chose to inflict?”

  “Safe word.” It wasn’t even negotiable.

  “Very well.” He came close and stroked the side of her neck. “What will it be?”

  “My full name, Penelope Ellen Gordon.”

  “Agreed. Let us begin. But first, here is my bedroom, where you shall receive your spanking. And later, if you comport yourself as I expect, you will receive pleasure and,” he indicated a door to the left, “there’s the bathroom. Please go in there, take off every single thing you are wearing including jewelry, and then come out naked and kneel at my feet.” He paused as he removed his jacket. “Do you understand what I expect?”

  “Yes, Stéphane, I do.”

  “Then please explain why you are still standing here?”

  “I wanted to ask if I might use the toilet.”

  “Do whatever is necessary, but do not keep me waiting or it might be my belt not my hand that works you over.”

  She was in the bathroom in a matter of moments. Nice bathroom too. Small but decorated with beautifully painted tiles. There were nice thick towels on the heated rail and a row of hooks on the wall with a couple of coat hangers. For her clothes she guessed.

  Deep breath needed here. Stéphane was waiting outside. He was going to spank her. He’d mentioned tears and cries so he wasn’t going to go easy on her. But she had a safe word. She trusted him to respect it. If he didn’t this would be the first and last time he got a chance to belabor her posterior.

  And he’d told her not to take too long. She undressed, did a quick pee, washed her hands, smoothed her hair looking in the mahogany-framed mirror and grasped the doorknob. This was it. She closed her eyes a moment and turned the knob. She opened her eyes and the door at the same time and crossed the hallway into his bedroom.

  Chapter Nine

  He was wearing a blue silk dressing gown and sitting on the end of his bed, thighs apart and a matching dark-blue condom on his erection. Her throat caught, she moistened her lips and tried to bring saliva to her suddenly dry mouth.

  He was ready and expectant and so was she. Three strides took her to where he sat. She fell to her knees as she reached him and looked up. He was smiling as he stroked her hair. “Suck me,” he said as his hand on the back of her head pressed her down to him.

  As her lips brushed his erection she smiled, couldn’t help it, as she opened her lips and very gently kissed his cock. He hadn’t given any specific directions, so she’d have some fun. Sucking gently, she swirled her tongue across the surface of the condom, a little disappointed it wasn’t flavored. Not that it would slow her down. Opening her lips wider, she took the entire head of his cock into her mouth and worked her lips up and down his erection for an inch or so. She sensed he wanted to come in deeper and he would, when she was ready.

  Meanwhile she’d enjoy playing his erection with her tongue and easing her lips around and back and forth over the nice ridge where he’d smoothed back his foreskin. This felt so wonderful and so all around right. She held his precious cock between her teeth. She could, if she chose, bite hard and injure him, but he trusted her not to. A great wave of feminine power fille
d her mind as she swallowed him to the root.

  He gasped, holding her head in both hands. Her tongue swirled up and down, one side then the other. His hands cupped her head, stroking her hair, but there was no mistaking his need to take charge. He moved her head back and forth over his cock and she played along, rubbing her lips against his shaft as he eased her toward him to press himself in deep. She was wet between her legs and giddy with need. Much as she loved fellating him, she needed him deep in her cunt, wanted to feel his power and male strength as he drove her to orgasm. Needed his cock deep in her and yearned for his hands on her flesh.

  He pulled her head off him. “Wonderful,” he said, smiling down at her. “Quite magnificent. After such a splendid demonstration of your obedience, it seems a shame to spank you. But I promised I would and I never break a promise.”

  She’d all but forgotten the damn spanking.

  She sat back on her heels and looked up at him. Could she suggest they forgo it and get right on to what she wanted? No, she wanted the spanking too. Wanted anything and everything he had planned.

  “What do you wish me to do now?”

  He stroked the side of her face, sending a delicious shiver down her spine. Then he cupped her left breast. “What do I wish?” he echoed, as his thumb played her nipple. “I wish you to go to my jacket on the chair and bring me the toy in the right-hand pocket. But do it on your knees. You are forbidden to stand.”

  She was very glad of the deep-pile carpet. The toy he’d mentioned was the one she’d expected, the green glass plug.

  “Beautiful, isn’t it?” he asked as she handed it to him. “When I saw it, I knew immediately I wanted it for you, wanted to press this deep into your inviting hole. I so look forward to watching your reactions. You’ve used one before, I imagine.”

  “Yes, but it’s been a while.”

  “That, my dear, was why I bought a small one. Once I am satisfied you can accept this, I will take you shopping and buy you a much bigger one.”

  “Where did you buy it?” Maybe questions weren’t part of his script but this was a shop she wanted to visit.

  “A wonderful little boutique in Cannes. I will take you there one day and buy a monster one to get you ready for my fucking your arse.”

  That promise gave her goose bumps. “I really used to enjoy anal play.”

  “And you will again, because I will use you that way very often. Now.” He paused to reach for something from the bedside table, a tube of lubricant. “There are so many sorts of lubricant. Some that sting, others burn and some cause great excitement. But tonight it’s just a plain, smooth gel. I don’t want to be too hard on you. I think the spanking I plan will be more than enough. So…” He put aside the tube and plug on the nearby table and smiled. “Time for you to stand up and put yourself across my knees.”

  The bed was a lot more comfortable than bending over or kneeling on a chair. She settled, belly on this thighs and her legs spread out behind her. She’d done this so many times but never with him. A wave of panic took her and she shivered.

  “It’s all right,” Stéphane said, stoking her shoulders and back. “I have you safe, you are here because you want to be, because you know you need this and because you know I am the man to do this for you. Don’t be afraid. This is what you came for. This is what you want. Isn’t it?”

  “Yes.” She relaxed under his touch, senses alert. When would he start? Would he be harsh, beginning with fierce, hard slaps or would he warm her up first? She took a deep breath and made her body go limp as she waited for him to begin.

  He stroked her arse, as if admiring the sight. Then flicked her four or five times. She cried out as his finger stung her flesh.

  “Be quiet!” he said. “That didn’t hurt.”

  It hadn’t, not really, not compared with what she’d been used to but… “I wasn’t expecting it.”

  “That, my dear, was the whole point. “

  She’d file that for future reference. Meanwhile she lay quiescent as he set up a steady, but gentle, spanking, covering her entire exposed bottom in a systematic way. His slaps weren’t hard in the least but fast and steady so in minutes her entire bottom stung, requiring a conscious effort to relax. But she couldn’t, didn’t really want to hold back the sighs and little whimpers as her entire body responded to his attention.

  After a particularly long and, to Poppy at least, appreciative sigh, he paused. “How is that?”

  “Wonderful!”

  “Not too hard?”

  “Not at all. “ She wasn’t exactly going ask for it harder.

  “I will have to see about that.” He stroked her arse very gently then kissed the base of her spine. “I have no desire to disappoint you,” he said. And as he spoke, his hand came down with a resounding slap that echoed in the room and make her yelp.

  After that there seemed to be no stopping him. He kept up the steady, punishing cascade on her now tender and throbbing rear. His hand had to be stinging like crazy but it wasn’t slowing him.

  She was yelling now, begging him to stop and he did. “Do you wish to use your safe word?”

  Did she? I took a few minutes to catch her breath. “No, but it’s enough.”

  “I think not,” he replied. “You will always need a little more and I know just the extra sensation you are now ready for.”

  Not a belt or a paddle, surely. They’d not agreed on them and if he tried it, she was saying no and meaning it. He moved, as if reaching for something, and she felt him parting her arse cheeks. She’d forgotten about the butt plug. He obviously hadn’t. The tip, cool and hard, pressed against her tight muscle. “Relax, Poppy,” he said. “It will hurt if you fight me and this is going in. We both know that.”

  “Give me a minute, please.” She took a couple of deep breaths and went as limp as she could, relaxing against his thighs as the tip of the smooth glass eased against her muscle and, with a push that made her gasp, it was in. Deep, cold and hard. Was he watching? You bet he was. Eyeing her butt and no doubt grinning at the sight of her plugged arse. What next?

  “Stéphane,” she said, breathing slowly as her body accommodated the intrusion. “It’s been so long and it feels so….” She gasped as he twirled it inside her,

  “How does it feel, my sweet Poppy? Tight? Hard? Wonderful? Arousing? Does it hurt your tender body?” As he spoke, he jostled it, pulling it gently against her tight muscle, putting enough pressure to heighten the sensation but not enough to take it out.

  “It’s wonderful!” No other word for it.

  “You don’t hurt?”

  “My backside is stinging.”

  “Of course, I intended it should. Your skin colors up so beautifully. We must do this often. I think,” he went on, twirling and pulling on the plug as he spoke. “We should reserve Friday nights for spanking and correction. What do you think?” Since he chose that moment to pull at the plug so it stretched her muscle, she replied with a moan.

  “Talk later!” Saying that much was an effort as he patted her tender arse with one hand and teased her with the plug. Each additional pressure added to the sensation and thrilled her to the core. She was beyond need. Wild reactions had her rocking her hips in rhythm to his pressure. She was moaning and whimpering under his touch and the increasing awareness of her arousal. If she’d had doubts or hesitations as to how she’d respond to his spanking they were gone, evaporated in the face of her rising climax.

  Seemed he saw it too. He stroked her back, caressing the sides of her breast and reaching under to cup them. Very nice, but she needed more and he went back to toying with the plug, pulling it against the muscle, alternating with the occasional twirl and then pressing to send the probe deeper.

  Her need built, her budding need had her moaning and calling his name, begging for more and harder. His hand was between her legs, gliding through her moisture, finding her clit as she yelled out. It was wonderful, it was too much, it was incredible. He was breathing heavily as he worked her harder and
faster, she was gasping, yelling until, with a great scream, she came, tensed all over, then sagged across his legs, spent and satisfied with a stinging, aching arse that felt marvelous.

  “You climaxed from that alone,” he said, kissing the base of her spine. “So wonderful.”

  “It was indeed.” Speaking wasn’t easy but he’d earned the praise. “You were pretty marvelous too.”

  Gently he moved her off him so she lay on her belly beside him. “Now it’s my turn. Just a minute.”

  He took more like five but when he came back he pulled her beside him. “I could insist you lie on your back to awaken every fading sensation but I don’t want that. You must mount me and give me the satisfaction I gave you.”

  “‘How about take the plug out?”

  “Not yet. I want to feel it inside you as I fuck you.”

  Fair enough. Still sore and tender, she knelt astride him, positioned herself over his cock and slid down until he was deep inside her. His groan was remarkably edifying. After being thoroughly spanked and plugged, it was nice to be reminded of one’s power and one’s capacity for pleasure. Penetrated fore and aft, Poppy threw back her head, let out a wild moan and started moving. She might be fucking him and was very happy to do so, but she was adding another dimension to her own pleasure. It seemed every nerve ending below her waist—and a few above—sang with rising satisfaction as her climax built a second time.

  She was moving faster now, pushing him and herself to orgasm. He came first, shouting her name as his hands grasped her hips before he sagged back on the mattress, spent, sweaty and so wondrously sexy with his hair plastered across his forehead. She wasn’t finished yet, leaning forward to get the full pressure of his still hard erection she rocked up and down until she came a second time. As her excitement cleared, she smiled down at him as his softening cock eased out of her. With a contented smile she nestled beside him.