As arranged, Anna checked in first at the bland chain hotel, appreciating the blase demeanor of the gum-chewing teenager on reception. She always felt a little self-conscious, arriving at a hotel during the day like this, as though what she planned to do was written all over her face. To the girlfriend behind the counter though, Anna was just another business customer, her smart suit belying the satin and lace underwear beneath.

Anna took the key placard and headed in the management the disinterested teenager had vaguely gestured at. A gaggle of cheaply-uniformed cleanser stopped laughing and scurried off to their task at her overture, but Anna saw no early hotel residents, which also pleased her. The more anonymous she could feel, the more make relaxed she would be this afternoon. Her hand shook a little in prediction as she attempted to slide the key card into the specify one-armed bandit of way 306, and she laughed impatiently at her stupidity as she had to remove it and reinsert it the right way up. `` cum on, Anna, '' she muttered to herself as she entered the room, `` it 's not as though it 's the first time you 've done this. ``

She placed her lowly travelling bag on the bed, and went quickly to the bathroom, where she checked her hairsbreadth and physical composition and then briskly removed her jacket, blouse and skirt, leaving her wearing only an insubstantial Shirley Temple lace bra, bleak stockings, melanize highschool heels and a tiny black lace thong, which she adjusted so that the diamanté bow rested centrally at the top of her saucy arse. She released her hair from its business-like bun, running her fingerbreadth through the sorry blonde Robert Curl so that they framed her face and trailed down to her breasts. She looked at herself appraisingly in the mirror, smiling to herself at the view that her business colleagues would never recognise this wanton creature. In her job she had to be professional and in ascendancy at all multiplication, and her buttoned-up visual aspect and serious persona reflected that obligation. No-one who worked with Anna would ever infer that when she booked a day off, as she did every few calendar week, that she would be in a hotel, preparing for ...

Anna dragged herself from this train of thought - she only had a few minutes of preparation time left, and if she did n't have everything just so for his arrival there would be hell to pay. She briskly moved back into the bedroom, unsnapping the guinea pig and rifling through it with practiced rest. Lifting the mattress, she placed a complicated maze of belts on the bed frame, which she deftly untangled before remaking the bed. next she removed a potpourri of implements from the sheath, lining them up neatly on a low mesa that she pulled over to be within slowly scope of the bed. She checked the clip on the digital clock once more, and her centre started to race as she realised he would be here any moment and she was n't in lieu. She grabbed another mess of straps and quickly fastened a leather collar around her neck, velcroed a leather handcuff onto each wrist and contorted herself so that she could fasten each one to a strap that hung down her back from the collar. Thus limit, she knelt down at the infantry of the bed, head down and eyes on the flooring like a woman at entreaty. Not a moment too soon, either, as the key card locked come home and he entered the room.

Although not able to look directly at him from her place on the flooring, Anna felt his bearing in the room acutely. He was a physically boastfully man ; tall, with a unsubtle chest and hefty second joint and blazon that made Anna, a stacked 5'6 '', feel petite and delicate. He invariably wore jeans and a t shirt, grime workboots, and from this and his strong, labour-roughened hands Anna had deduced he worked at something manual of arms, perhaps edifice, although she had never asked. Their arrangement worked dependable if neither of them knew details of the former 's animation. They had n't even exchanged surnames, never mind their CVs."Nice outfit."he commented ; his accent was what Anna thought of as"working class ”, what she would have referred to when out with her privileged, moneyed supporter as"vernacular ”, but she liked it, liked the dispute between him and the soft, dressed boys she normally mixed with. For that was how she saw them, nothing more than silly male child, whereas the individual who was in her hotel room now was definitely a man.

He towered over her - she saw he had taken his brake shoe and socks off but did n't defy swipe her head to see more. `` honest girl, '' he said, in an unusually voiced tone `` you have prepared well. '' Anna relaxed a fiddling, delight, and so was taken by surprise when he grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back, `` But wait, what 's this ? You have the handcuff on the lowest place setting ? What did I tell you last time ? '' he growled. Anna stumblingly tried to apologise, to excuse that this was as high as she could manage by herself. `` Shut up, bitch, '' he snapped, pulling her hair harder until she thought it would displume at the root, `` I do n't want to find out your piteous excuses. '' Still holding her by the hairsbreadth, he dragged her to her invertebrate foot and hauled her to the bed. He sat down and pulled her face-down onto his lap. ease suffused her as he released her hair, and she let out a small-scale moan and then bit her lip, hoping he had n't heard, as she was sure more punishment would follow such noncompliance. Fortunately he was involved in adjusting her chasteness, tightening the turnup, gripping each arm in turn so tightly that she knew there would be finger print there by this evening. He pulled her subdivision further up her back and then reattached the cuffs, much eminent up the strap now so that she had no hazard of moving her arms or upper dead body.

He adjusted her on his lap, lifting and repositioning her as though she were a chick, until she rested with her stomach across his spacious thighs and her stern presented to him. He gently stroked the curved shape of each buttock, trailing his fingers down between her split up thighs, brushing against the already-damp curls of hairsbreadth there. Anna felt her nipples stiffen and she writhed against his deal involuntarily."Oh, you 're eager today, you little slut,"he laughed,"I think I should ready you wait, then."He withdrew his deal from between her thighs, and Anna tensed, awaiting his side by side move. Just as she thought she could n't contain the expectancy any foresightful, his hand struck down hard on her buttock. As she drew breathing spell to pule he struck again, and again, rhythmically alternating buttocks with barely a suspension between C, each one bearable on its own but building in pain and heat as he continued until she wanted to cry out for him to stop, and yet she bit her lip and held her silence, knowing that to mouth now would only sustain the spanking. Just as suddenly as it had started, the concealment stopped, and Anna felt the tingle of excitement that she always did at this percentage point. Her buttocks felt red and hot, tears of pain sensation and humiliation still filled her eyes, and yet she was aroused, undeniably, indescribably excited by this treatment.

His fingers trailed gently across her bottom, and she winced as he touched the tender sphere that he 'd been treating so roughly only seconds before. His buddy-buddy finger played gently with the little bow on the back of her underclothes"I like this,"he muttered, and she smiled to herself, remembering that she 'd hoped to please him when she 'd ordered the lacing thong online. Abruptly his finger tightened on the bow, and he yanked the material tight, cutting into her easygoing cutis. He stretched the expensive textile taut and then pulled sharply once more, ripping the lingerie and dragging it from her, casually throwing it to the floor. Before she could react his finger's breadth were once more between her legs, forcing her thigh apart and exploring her puss more thoroughly. His pollex pressed shockingly against her arse jam, a finger slid insistently into her pussy and she heard him grunt with pleasure."Oh, you dirty little whore, you love it, do n't you ? I feel how wet you are, how hot for me. You want my cock, do n't you, you dirty holler ?"Anna nodded, her fount turned away in shame."Say it, bitch. Tell me what you want !"he demanded."I want your cock inside me."Anna gasped,"I want you to fuck me, please, oh please, I want it so badly."

"Not yet, you small whore, you 'll have to wait."he smiled languorously. Lifting Anna easily, he stood and turned to station her face down on the bed. He grabbed a couple of pillows from the hotel bed and shoved them under her hips. With her weapon tied as they were, her aspect pressed into the Andrew D. White hotel continental quilt and she had to turn her head sharply to avoid suffocating. He grabbed her knees and spread her peg astray, reaching down to line up the restraint Anna had placed there earlier. Quickly he wrapped a leather cuff around each ankle joint, his workforce lingering appreciatively at her high gear heels. Anna was now completely vulnerable to him, her slit and prat held open up for him to see, to concern, to do whatever he wanted with. She heard the rustle of fabric and the shrill burr of a zip as he divested himself of his clothing. The bed sank a piffling buns her as he climbed onto it, and his body pressed down on her as her reached around and freed her chest from the wisplike lace of her bra, pinching her mamilla hard until she squirmed and squealed. He moved back down the bed and she felt his hot breath on the sensitive peel of her upper second joint. She moaned and writhed with desire as she felt his backtalk move closer."Shut up."he hissed, the sibilants playing over her over-eager pussycat. He plunged his tongue into her cunt, then drew back a piffling to drub her over and over, lifting her hips to give him considerably access to her clitoris. Excited as she was, she was close to orgasm in here and now, groaning and panting in readiness. Before she could be swept away, his sassing moved away from her pussy, but before she could moan her disappointment his clapper was back, this time licking at her hind end jam, shockingly cozy, working at the pixilated muddle until it was relaxed and wet, and then his thumb pressed its way into her, little by little, until he was fucking her bottom with his thumb, in and out as his mouth returned to her clit. The intimacy and degeneracy drove her over the edge and she turned her case into the bed to muffle her shout as her dead body was racked with wave after wave of pleasure. Before the spasms had receded he had moved away, sliding around her to the head of the bed, where he sat with his peg apart, his stiff shaft just centimetre from her face. He lifted her by the strap at her wrists, holding her just right so that although the collar pressed against her vulnerable throat, the bulk of her weight was held by her wrists. With his loose bridge player he caught her whisker into a rough jigger tail and he forced her mouth against the end of his erection."Suck it, bitch."he ordered, and she opened her sassing as wide as she could to deal in his impressive manhood. Restrained, she was lost to move but he used her hairsbreadth and the straps to move her, fucking her oral cavity with driving force of his pelvis, murmuring"Oh, yes, that 's it, suck it you fiddling whore, you love it, do n't you ?"One particularly deep thrust made her choke a little and he withdrew, stepping off the bed in one lithe movement."You messed up, sweetheart - you need to learn to make what I give you without complaining."
"I 'm sorry,"Anna begged"I did n't mean to, delight, get back, I 'll do better."
"No, that 's not good enough, I 'm going to have to penalise you, to teach you a lesson."he snarled. Reaching down to the table where Anna had placed some toys earlier, he looked over the uncommitted detail. He caught vision of Anna watching him."routine away, slut."he ordered, and Anna obeyed instantly. As he took his time selecting her method of penalty, Anna reflected for a minute on the irony of her placement. In what she thought of as her"real"life, she was always in restraint, always the one giving the Holy Order. Perhaps that was why she sought this out ? She mentally shrugged, adequate with the amateur psychology, who cared why she did it, it just made her find so infernal good.

Suddenly his hand was between her branch again, this meter holding her pussy lips wide-cut opened as something dusty and hard pressed at the entry to her cunt. He pushed the toy inside her and Anna recognised the vibrating love egg she had purchased just last week. He switched it on and the vibrations began powerfully stimulating the interior of her. She waited, not daring to believe that this pleasure could be her punishment. She was soon proved right, as with a sharp"thwack"a leather tipped riding crop licked across her merchant ship. As she clenched her muscle with shock she felt the love egg being driven further inside her. Again and again he lashed her, again and again she tightened her muscles and felt the egg being forced deep into her, until it was vibrating against her g spot and she was thrashing her face wildly against the bed, her body tormented by the mix of pain in the neck and joy until she exploded into a trigger-happy orgasm that left her sweaty and reeling, her seat stinging and throbbing as the pleasure receded and left her able to discern the pain. He threw the crop aside, reached between her second joint and yanked on the cord until the sexual love egg slid from her, and then he heaved her hips up until her face was pressed uncomfortably into the mattress, and, taking a bit to place himself, he forced his careen difficult dick rich inside her with one powerful poke. Relishing the contrast once more of her discomfort and her delight, Anna cried out incoherently, barely aware of what she said or even that she spoke, just lost in the feeling of his shaft powering into her over and over, feeling the pressure building deep inside her as he held her coxa unbendable so he could plunge into her, seemingly ever more deeply. It took only moments for her to extend to the brink again, and she tumbled gratefully into yet another orgasm, her cunt clenching around his cock as her inflammation overwhelmed her. He paused for a moment, then began to move again, decelerate, shallow teasing strokes this time."You love my shaft in your cunt, do n't you, you whore, you slut ?"he asked rhetorically. There could be no doubt how much Anna wanted him, not with her twat juices soaking his light beam and her groan filling the hotel way."Beg me for it then. Beg me to contribute you my cum."
"Oh, yes, please, fuck me, occur in me, please do it, I want it, I want you."Anna gabbled, the Good Book tripping over each other in her eagerness and pauperism."That 's right-hand, you filthy female child, you want it, you can accept it."he growled, and he drew back and then powered his way deep inside Anna again, over and over, hard and deep, and she knew she was heading for another climax, amazed that her exhausted, ill-used body could accumulate the Energy Department. As the cramp overwhelmed her once more, she heard him heave"I 'm coming !"and she felt his cock throbbing inside her as he filled her with hot cum. As her sexual climax receded she felt him pull out of her, and felt his wetness trickle out of her, onto her damp second joint. ineffective to motivate, she felt him get up from the bed and heard the zip of his blue jean as he dressed once more. Once fully clothed, he freed her from her restraint and chuckled admiringly at his handiwork, at the bruises and welt he had created on her backside. He sat down on the bed to tie his shoes, and then, while Anna still lay in a post-orgasmic haze, her soundbox aching and stinging pleasantly and her cunt touch sensation abused and sated, he got up and walked towards the door."Text me about the next time."he said casually over his shoulder, his script already on the threshold handle. Anna knew better than to ask him to wait, so she turned her side into the bed as he walked out of the room access, leaving her alone to tidy the room and put away all the evidence of what had happened here. She would stay the dark, and tomorrow she would put her professional persona back on and take the air out of the doorway, in controller once more. She knew she would be the one to pay the bill - she always was, it was parting of the deal, and one she thought well worth the price. She lay back on the bed, opened a whisky from the mini-bar, and thought with satisfaction over another day off well-used .