Spanking Erotica...
"The Hotel," a BDSM sex story by Nicole Gestalt
Heather squirmed in frustration, her eyes upon her husband across the table. She didn’t understand it; she had been purposely rude to him and yet he wasn’t reacting.
Her ass tingled and she shifted her weight in the chair, crossing her legs and letting her skirt rise up a little. Her husband looked away from her and continued his conversation with their hostess.
Heather had been shocked when Matt had driven them to the Dark Beach Hotel. They had been indulging their enjoyment of spanking for two years, ever since Matt had tried it out on her one evening and she had begged him for more. Their relationship had never been as vanilla as her friends’ relationships, yet spanking hadn’t been something they had tried until that night. As they drove up the long, winding driveway of the hotel she listened to his explanations, and the thought of being spanked at any time, possibly even in front of people, made her shiver with nerves, but at the same moment it had also thrilled her. By the time they had joined their hosts for dinner she wanted to feel the strength of his hands being brought down on her ass.
She had expected to be spanked at least a little when they checked into their room, but Matt had just unpacked his things and taken her down for food.
Heather squirmed again. Her face burned as she watched Matt and their hosts. She wanted to stand up and plead for him to spank her. Her heart pounded, and she could feel her knickers becoming wet. Uncrossing her legs, she began to tap her long, manicured nails upon the highly polished surface of the table.
Their hostess turned away from Matt and looked over to her. Heather felt a chill run through her as crystal blue eyes stared coldly over small half moon glasses. She gulped, but continued to tap her fingers, hoping that this would at last finally get Matt’s attention. The hostess pursed her lips before looking back to Matt, an eyebrow raising at him in question. Heather bit her lip as he turned to look at her. She could see a small spark of anger flare up in his eyes and suddenly she didn’t feel so certain about herself, or her actions. Silently she looked back at him.
“Heather, you are being rude and inconsiderate to both myself and our hosts here. I will not have it. Go to the room immediately and wait for me there.” He spoke in a hushed voice that was filled with restrained anger.
Heather stared at him. She realized how far she had pushed him and finally nodded. She stood up and walked away from the table still laden with food. She could feel his eyes upon her as she walked. She wanted to turn around to see if he was following her, but knew better. Instead, she held her head high and walked with an exaggerated sway that she knew would cause him to look down at her ass, the fabric of her skirt tight across it.
Once in the room she closed the door behind her and flopped down onto the bed. Her eyes pricked with hot tears. She had no idea how long Matt would be, but she hoped that when he joined her she would finally get what she wanted.
To her friends, the relationship she and Matt had was odd; they didn’t understand her need to submit to him. When the relationship was in its early stages they would stand aghast as Matt ordered her around, whilst she obediently carried out his instructions. It was only after they got married that her friends finally decided she must be happy. Heather had tried to explain how their relationship worked a number of times, but she had never been able to get them to understand completely.
Heather ran her hand down her leather skirt, smoothing it out. Her waist was pinched in due to a corset and belt that Matt had insisted she wear for dinner. She loved the way the get-up accentuated her hips and ass, and she relished in the slightly constricted feeling of the whole outfit. The skirt was just loose enough to allow her to walk relatively freely yet still hug her figure, giving her a shapely silhouette that reminded her of vintage, elegant fashions.
With a sigh, she looked over to the door and willed it open. It remained closed; the only sense of passing time she had was the faint ticking of a clock. Knowing Matt, he would remain seated until long after dinner. Her stomach growled, but she didn’t feel hungry for food.
On the day before their wedding Matt and Heather had discussed and agreed upon a set of rules that would allow them to be open and freer about the lifestyle that they wanted to lead. Matt was in charge. He dictated when they did things, although Heather was still able to say “no” if she needed to. Playing with herself without his permission wasn’t permitted. Heather enjoyed being able to give over the control to him completely, and loved the way things were going. Now, for the first time, she felt an itch that really needed her attention. She knew that it would be smarter to just let it be, but she needed some sort of release. Besides she thought, she was already in trouble so getting in a little more wouldn’t be such a bad thing. Grinning, she thought about the one thing that she enjoyed the most about their relationship, the punishments, especially the spankings. It made her so hot to feel his hand brought down on her naked ass. The heat left over from his smack was often enough to push her over into orgasm, as was the slapping sound of his hand making contact with her skin.
She sighed loudly, and realised she wasn’t going to be able to resist this itch that cried for attention. Throwing caution to the wind, Heather decided to go for it. She pulled up the skirt and splayed out her legs, allowing her to slip her hand down to her soaking wet knickers. Pushing the fabric to one side she dipped a finger into herself and cried out.
She pushed her fingers inside herself as she writhed in pleasure, images of herself and Matt racing through her mind. Quickly she rocked back and forth, wriggling against her fingers until she got herself into the motion that her body needed. Her body tensed, filled with an urgency that moved her to pleasure herself faster, desperate to explode and release the tension that had built up since their arrival to the hotel.
Heather was so lost in her own world that she failed to notice the doorknob turning as Matt entered the room.
As her orgasm raced through her, Heather opened her eyes crying out in bliss. Her heart raced and panic rose as she looked at him but upon seeing him smile, his eyes sparkling with love, she continued to enjoy the way her orgasm made her feel.
As she began to come back down from her orgasm all she wanted to do was lie still and relax, basking in the afterglow. Matt however, had other ideas. Before she had chance to protest he had taken hold of her wrists and pulled her effortlessly up. Carrying her over his shoulder, he walked out of the room and headed down the stairs.
Heather tried to twist around so she could see where they were headed but Matt held her tight preventing her from moving. Stuck, she let herself be carried. As they passed the door to the dining room, she saw their hosts smiling at them. The pleasure that Heather had felt from her orgasm began to drain away, replaced by a nervous tension. This feeling was enhanced as their hosts began to follow them.
Matt moved purposely, leaving Heather with the feeling that he knew where he was going. A knot in her stomach formed as once again she attempted to twist around. Still unable to move, she resigned herself to waiting. She trusted Matt implicitly; she knew he would never do anything to cause her any permanent harm. In their time together he had learned her limits, just as he knew what really got her going.
He moved through a doorway into a much darker room. Matt pushed the door closed. As he did so Heather caught a glimpse of their host waving at her. The door closed with a soft click and Heather blinked to try to adjust her eyes to the dim lighting in the room.
Matt lifted Heather off him and bent her over a padded cylindrical object. She allowed Matt to position her so that she couldn’t touch the metal stand with either her hands or her toes. Looking down she could just see metal loops on the ends of the metal feet. As she looked at them, Matt moved around her and strung brightly coloured fabric scarves through the loops before entwining her hands and ankles within the fabric.
Frame Two by China Hamilton, available at ObsessionArt.com
Once he had tied her up in all four scarves Heather saw him take a step back to admire his work. Even in the dim light she could see the look of pride on his face, a look that melted away when he caught her eye. Pride was replaced with a stern expression, one that sent butterflies fluttering in her stomach. She looked back down. The only noise in the room was that off Matt’s soft leather shoes as he walked around her. When that noise stopped Heather found herself holding her breath in anticipation. This was all a lot more intense then her usual punishments were.
Warm fingers ran up her legs pulling her skirt with them. The cylindrical shape she was now lying over seemed to be made of foam covered in cool leather. Due to its construction there was enough give in it to allow her skirt to be bunched up beneath her stomach without causing her any pain. Heather moaned as she felt his hands pull down her knickers, his fingers brushing against her ass leaving her body tingling and wanting so much more.
She didn’t have to wait long. She cried out as his hand came down on her flesh. Pulling at the restraints as her body tensed waiting for the next impact. That too came quickly, followed closely by another. Matt seemed to be relentless, never hitting the same spot, instead causing her whole ass to tingle. She felt an ache of pain build up, mixed with the pleasure of what he was doing to her. She felt naughty and she wanted to be punished in the only way that made her turned on. Moans passed her lips getting louder with each loving blow. She could feel herself getting wetter; something which she hoped wasn’t going unnoticed.
As suddenly as Matt had begun he stopped. Although Heather was in a daze of emotions she cried out in frustration and began to beg him to continue. Matt’s hand squeezed her shoulder reassuringly as he bent down and whispered in her ear.
“When you were rude in the dining room you upset not just me but also our host. As such, we decided you should be punished in view of her also.”
Before giving her a chance to speak he took a hold of the metal frame and pulled. The whole thing moved and Heather found herself being spun around to face a curtain. Matt moved in front of her and looked down at her once more with a stern face. As she looked up at him his features softened slightly.
With a hand on the curtain pull he simply said, “Trust me.” Suddenly the curtains opened, and Heather looked into the eyes of their host, who sat comfortably on the other side of the window in a large chair sipping steaming liquid from a china cup.
Panic rose through Heather. Matt had never spanked her in front of anyone before, without knowing quite what she was doing she began to twist and pull at the restraints. She felt Matt place his hand firmly onto her back.
“Before I came up to fetch you I was explaining how well behaved you were. Please don’t make me regret my trust in you. Show her what you’re made off. Just relax; I know you’ll enjoy it.”
His voice was low and quiet, and had a calming effect upon her. She stopped struggling but dropped her eyes. She couldn’t look another person in the eyes whilst she was being spanked.
With a slight whimper but a burning desire to prove Matt right, she waited for it all to begin again. As it did she thought back through all the times she had been spanked for being naughty, and the burning desire it had left in her to make amends and do her best. The fact that it turned her on also had left lots of issues within her, issues that she and Matt were slowly dealing with between them. Giving up her power and allowing Matt to punish her was, for Heather, an exhilarating and extremely erotic thing.
As Matt brought his hand down on her bare cheeks she found an inner strength and looked up into the shining eyes of their host. This hotel was one place they would definitely be visiting again.
Originally published October 2010