He stood on the porch outside the door watching her, as she walked toward him. She was wearing a silky black vest, flowing black blazer, short crinkley black jacquard skirt, black pantyhose, and little black “granny” boots, tight around her shapely ankles. Her vest showed just a hint of cleavage, and her shapely legs were shown off by the perky boots and short skirt. A mouthful all right.

She stretched out her hand to shake hands, but he lifted it toward his lips instead and pressed a soft kiss into her - a rose petal. His other hand came around with a bouquet of bright gladiolas, and she smiled again. He followed her in, and she put the flowers in a blue glass vase. She had barely finished, and hadn’t even turned back around when she heard him whisper in her ear, “turn around and put your hands behind your back”. She paused, in some consternation, but her instinct told her that he was the one, that there was nothing to fear. “You’ve been a tease, and have to take your punishment” was all he said, looking down at her, staring into her eyes. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to make you have sex with me; I’m just going to show you who’s in charge”. She stood, still. Hands shaking a little behind her.

He ran his fingers through her hair, and let a finger linger at the tease of cleavage. The heat from her breasts rose up to meet his fingers, and he could smell her, a sultry, desert scent - Victoria’s Secret. His hands explored the silken curves of the vest, slipping over her hardening nipples. He unbuttoned it slowly, and his fingers wandered deeper into her breasts, trembling too. They were so full, and pressing out of the black bra toward his hands. He didn’t take her bra off, but let her feel that he might.

Leaving the vest hanging open, his hands went to her skirt, and slipped under. To his pleasure, she was wearing not pantyhose, but stockings, with a black garter belt. Soft nylon black shorties covered these, but resisted him not at all as he pulled them and let them drop to the floor. He could feel her breath shuddering as he touched her, wet already. His voice - “Spread your legs”, and she did, allowing him full access to her most private parts. She was humiliated, he could tell, but wanted it, needed it. A thrill ran down his back as he touched her clitoris, a slow circle, and her breath told him everything. He whispered to her of her submission, of his dominance.

“Now it’s time for your punishment”. Soft words, harsh words. He lead her toward the bed, but she held back - afraid that he’d push her too far. He promised her safety, the promise soft in her ear. He sat on the edge of the bed, and told her to lay over his lap. Shaking, she did, and felt his hands pull her skirt up, rubbing her ass gently. Her legs spread a little as his hands grazed her thighs, and he could feel a little wetness on his fingers. He dipped a few fingers inside her, and she moaned softly.

Then the spanking began. He held her down with his left hand, and gave her the spanking that he knew she deserved, and wanted, with his right. She wriggled, but was unable to get free as his hand slammed down again and again. Her round ass was red, heat rising. He missed nothing - her tender inner thighs, her pussy, everything felt his punishment. He kept going until she was truly chastised, and crying. Finally, he stopped and rubbed her bottom a little to soothe it. He let his fingers roam inside her a little, but not enough to let her come. When she was calmed, he got up and gave her a little kiss on the cheek.