Best Bondage Erotica 2 (23 page)

Of course, hoping—

“Dressed like a naughty little schoolgirl,” he hissed through his teeth. “Dressed in public like that,” he continued, shaking his head now, as if he couldn’t fucking believe it.

I looked down at my feet, head bowed, curls falling free now around my face, and all I could see were my polished loafers and his scuffed work boots, the dark denim blue of his Levis, the wood floor that I cared for with a special wax….

“Do you have anything to say for yourself?” he asked. “Anything to say in your defense?” I shook my head no. Immediately, he was standing, his hand around my hair again, my face pulled fiercely back so that I was looking up into his gaze. The way he held my hair hurt now, and I clearly understood the message he was sending me.

“No,
Sir
—” I said, quickly, but not quickly enough. He had me bent over the side of the sofa in an instant, my skirt roughly pulled up to reveal the lilac rosettes adorning the tops of my garters, then yanked even higher to show my black satin panties. I heard the sinuous movement of his belt as he pulled it free from the loops of his jeans, and then I felt the air—that crackle-shiver of moving air—before the leather connected with my upturned ass.

Fire. That was the instant vision alive in my brain. Fire.
Pain like fire, so hot and hard that I gasped for breath. The pain seemed to grow, spreading through me, flowing over me. He struck me six times with the belt over my panties before sliding his meaty fingers under the waistband and pulling them down. I closed my eyes now, knowing the pain would intensify without that filmy shield, and trying to prepare myself for this—even though I knew that was impossible. Nothing could prepare me for the way that belt felt against my skin. No planning. No pep talks. No inner dialogue. Each blow was new. Each stroke was alarming and satisfying, unending and irreversible.

“Say, ‘Thank you, Sir,’ after every blow,” he commanded.

“Thank you—” I started, but he hadn’t struck me yet.

His lips were against my ear as he hissed, “Are you messing with me, girl?”

“No, Sir!” Louder than I’d thought. Louder than I’d heard the words in my head. I sounded like a soldier. “No, Sir!” Punctuated fiercely with my inherent willingness to obey.

“Don’t mess with me, young lady,” he said, “don’t test me,” and then he kissed me, high up on my cheek, and I trembled even more. The feeling of his gentle lips pressed to me, combined with the knowledge that he was about to grant me a serious hiding, left me twisted and shuddering inside.

The thrashing continued, now with the belt meeting my bare ass, and I did my best to choke out, “Thank you, Sir,” after each blow. Didn’t do quite good enough, though, because he had to continually up the intensity of the blows to keep me in line. Until finally he moved forward, grabbed my arms, and used the belt to bind my wrists behind my back. Against the couch, I balanced, body arched, waiting, waiting for what came next.

I’d thought about this moment all day, and it had been difficult for me to get any work done. Every time I’d tried to concentrate, I envisioned myself with my knickers at my
ankles, ass in the air, submitting to the punishment I so desperately craved. Needed. Yearned for. Deserved. Every time I opened a new file, or clicked my mouse on a spreadsheet, I lost myself in forbidden daydreams. Now, those daydreams were coming true. And as always reality left the daydreams in the dust.

I sighed, inwardly delighted, when he tested between my legs for the wetness. I felt as if only one stroke of his calloused thumb against my clit would get me off. But he didn’t touch me the way I needed, changing my sighs to desperate mews.

“Not done, yet,” he hissed at me. “Not quite done, yet—”

Before I fully understood what he was doing, he had me over his lap, my wrists still captured, head turned on a velvety throw cushion, my body in perfect position for a bare-handed spanking on my naked behind. I was already smarting, so hot from the belt, but that didn’t stop him from delivering another series of stinging blows on my throbbing ass.

I squirmed my hips against his knees to gain the contact I craved, and this time, he didn’t admonish me. He let me leave a wet spot on his slacks before undoing the buckle of his belt, freeing my wrists, and repositioning me over the edge of the sofa. This is the way he was going to fuck me, with my ass so hot and red from the belt and his hand, with my pussy swimming in sex juices.

He slid in and I gripped him immediately, and then he placed one hand in between the sofa and my body and began to stroke and tickle my clit as he fucked me. The sensations were almost too powerful to handle. I closed my eyes and thought about how I’d spent my day. From the second I woke up, still in bed when I planned my outfit, I’d thought of this moment. At work, when he’d called to check and see if I had been a good girl or a bad girl, I’d nearly lost it—hurrying to the bathroom to rub and rub at my clit, but unable to make myself come without the pain that he so generously dispenses.

The pain and the pleasure.

Now, as I came, I thought about our arrangement. Whenever I wear my schoolgirl skirt out of the house, I know I’m going to get a spanking, know that I’m going to have to be taught a lesson when I get home. That my man will have left his expensive suit hanging in the closet and changed into the working-class superintendent of our building, ready to dole out punishment to any needy young lady. Truth is, I can hardly get through a week without wearing something that will catch his eye and make him shake his head.

“I love it when you wear that skirt, baby—” Landon said.

I smiled as I looked down at the rumpled Burberry plaid, then imagined what I might sneak out of the house in tomorrow….

RACHEL KRAMER BUSSEL
(
www.rachelkramerbussel.com
) is senior editor at
Penthouse Variations,
a contributing editor at
Penthouse,
and writes the “Lusty Lady” column in the
Village Voice.
She is the editor of
Naughty Spanking Stories from A to Z
and
Cheeky: Essays on Spanking and Being Spanked,
and coeditor of
Up All Night: Adventures in Lesbian Sex,
with several more dirty books on the way. Her writing has been published in over sixty erotic anthologies, including
Best American Erotica 2004,
as well as publications such as
AVN, Bust, Curve, Diva, Girlfriends,
Gothamist.com
,
On Our Backs,
Oxygen.com
,
Penthouse, Punk Planet, Rockrgrl,
the
San Francisco Chronicle,
and
Velvetpark.

 

M. CHRISTIAN’s
work can be seen in
Best American Erotica
,
Best Gay Erotica
,
Best Lesbian Erotica
,
Best Transgendered Erotica
,
Best Bondage Erotica
,
Best Fetish Erotica
,
Friction
, and over one hundred and fifty other anthologies, magazines, and websites. He’s the editor of over a dozen anthologies, including
Best S/M Erotica
,
Love Under Foot
(with Greg
Wharton),
Bad Boys
(with Paul Willis),
The Burning Pen
, and
Guilty Pleasures
. He’s the author of four collections: the Lambda-nominated
Dirty Words
(gay erotica),
Speaking Parts
(lesbian erotica),
Filthy
(more gay erotica), and
The Bachelor Machine
(science fiction erotica). For more information, check out
www.mchristian.com
.

 

JOLIE DU PRÉ’s
erotica has appeared on the Internet, including
Scarlet Letters
and the galleries of the Erotica Readers and Writers Association. Her story “Itching for It” can be found at Extasy Books. Her work also appears in print in
Hot & Bothered 4
and in
Down & Dirty Volume 2
.

 

SHANNA GERMAIN
splits her time between writing articles, drinking mochas, and doing “research” for her newest erotic stories. Her work has appeared in dozens of publications and anthologies, including
Clean Sheets, Heat Wave
,
The Many Joys of Sex Toys
, and
Salon.com
. You can see more of her and her work online at
www.shannagermain.com
.

 

Believing that a little bit of bondage goes a long way,
DEBRA HYDE
writes about delightfully kinky sex practices as much as possible. Currently, you can find her short fiction in
Naughty Spanking Stories A to Z, Dykes on Bikes, The Mammoth Book of Best New Erotica, Best of the Best Women’s Erotica,
and
Best S/M Erotica 2.
An opinionated sexinista, Debra writes the long-running weblog,
Pursed Lips,
and invites you to visit her there.

 

JOY JAMES
is a writer who divides her time between New York City and Washington, DC. Her erotica has appeared in numerous print anthologies and websites. Her very best writing, she claims, comes while laced tight in a Victorian corset. She can be reached at [email protected].

 

MARILYN JAYE LEWIS’s
erotic short stories and novellas have been widely anthologized in the United States and Europe. Her erotic romance novels include
When Hearts Collide, In the Secret Hours,
and
When the Night Stood Still.
She is the editor of a number of erotic short-story anthologies, including
Stirring Up a Storm.
Upcoming novels include
Twilight of the Immortal, Killing on Mercy Road,
and
Freak Parade.

 

ELAINE MILLER
is a Vancouver leatherdyke who spends her time playing, learning, educating, performing, and writing. Her work has appeared in
Skin Deep II, Brazen Femme,
five of the
Best Lesbian Erotica
series since 1998,
On Our Backs, Paramour, Anything That Moves, The No SafeWord Anthology,
and quite a few tawdry porn sites. Elaine has a regular column in both
Xtra West
newspaper and
Desire,
the new Canadian lesbian magazine.
www.elainemiller.com
.

 

N. T. MORLEY
is the author of more than a dozen published novels of dominance and submission, including
The Parlor
,
The Limousine
,
The Circle
,
The Nightclub
,
The Appointment,
and the trilogies
The Library
,
The Castle
, and
The Office
. Morley has also edited two anthologies,
MASTER
and
slave
.

 

BILL NOBLE’s
accolades range from reader selection as author of one of the
Best American Erotica
“Stories of the Decade” and a Pushcart Prize nomination, to the National Looking Glass Award for Poetry. He is the longtime fiction editor at
www.cleansheets.com
. He apologizes, with a slight, crooked grin, to the friends and lovers so capriciously disguised in “Her Beautiful Long Black Overcoat.”

 

IAN PHILIPS
(
www.ianphilips.com
) is a loud and proud sodomite, gentleman sadist, and witch-about-town. He’s the author of two literotica collections:
Satyriasis
and
See Dick
Deconstruct
. He lives in San Francisco—where else?—writing and spanking away the day with his partner in all crimes against nature, including publishing, Greg Wharton.

 

TOM PICCIRILLI
is the author of thirteen novels, including
A Choir of Ill Children
,
November Mourns
,
Grave Men
, and
Coffin Blues
. He’s published over one hundred and fifty stories in the horror, mystery, fantasy, and erotica fields. Learn more about his work at
www.tompiccirilli.com
.

 

AYRE RILEY
has written for
Down & Dirty
,
Naughty Stories from A to Z Volumes 3
&
4,
and
Master/Slave
. She currently resides in Hollywood, Florida.

 

THOMAS S. ROCHE’s
more than three hundred published short stories and three hundred published articles have appeared in a wide variety of magazines, anthologies, and websites. In addition, his ten published books include
His
and
Hers,
two books of erotica coauthored with Alison Tyler, as well as three volumes of the
Noirotica
series. He has recently taken up erotic photography, which he showcases at his web-site,
www.skidroche.com
. After a lucky thirteen years in San Francisco, he recently relocated to New Orleans.

 

SAVANNAH STEPHENS SMITH
has a degree in anthropology and is a secretary by day and writer by night (and occasionally during her lunch hour). Life doesn’t always turn out like one plans. Her work has appeared online at
Clean Sheets, Scarlet Letters,
and other web destinations, as well as in print anthologies. She finds it hard to resist chocolate, good whiskey, and buying more books. She struggles to quit smoking, but can’t resist smoldering a little.

 

RAKELLE VALENCIA
has jumped into the smut-writing business with both booted feet. She has stories most recently published and upcoming in
Best Lesbian Erotica 2004
&
2005, Best of Best Lesbian Erotica 2, Hot Lesbian Erotica, Ride
’
em Cowboy
,
On Our Backs, Naughty Spanking Stories from A to Z, Down and Dirty Volume 3, The Good Parts, Best Lesbian Love Stories 2005,
and
Ultimate Lesbian Erotica 2005
to stack on the shelves beside her articles on natural horsemanship. With Sacchi Green she is coeditor of the anthology
Rode Hard, Put Away Wet: Lesbian Cowboy Erotica,
and she is editing the forthcoming
Dykes on Bikes: Short Story Erotica
.

 

SASKIA WALKER
is a British author who has had short erotic fiction published on both sides of the pond. You can find her work in
Seductions: Tales of Erotic Persuasion, Sugar and Spice, More Wicked Words, Wicked Words 5
&
8, Naughty Stories from A to Z Volume 3, Naked Erotica, Taboo: Forbidden Fantasies for Couples, Three-Way,
and
Sextopia.
She also writes erotic romance for Red Sage Publishing and her first novella,
Summer Lightning,
will be available soon. Please visit
www.saskiawalker.co.uk
for all the latest news.