My Vision (working title)

[voluptuous54]

this is my first journey into erotic literature (born out of my relatively new interest in spanking) - it is a story i have been building on my blog at spankingtube. so far there are 7 sections which i am posting here. i would love to hear what u think.

My vision - intro

My partner arrives to pick me up for an evening out, finding that I am late yet again (a true character flaw on my part). He questions me as I rush around to get ready.

I am intentionally vague about the reason for my tardiness but, as he is shuffling through the clutter on my kitchen table, he sees the speeding ticket that I got less than an hour ago (yes, a lead foot is another character flaw of mine).

He is furious; being late is bad enough, he has been trying to break me of that habit for some time now, but risking my life by driving too fast, that will NOT be tolerated. He tells me what i already know, that there will be serious consequences for my behavior, but he is not willing to alter our plans. He has put a lot of time and effort into planning a lovely evening. I will just have to go through the night in dreaded/excited anticipation of how the date will end...

My Vision - part 2

Thinking about what the night has in store for me is not helping me get ready any faster. As I shower and get dressed, I find my mind wandering to his ominous words; 'we will deal with this matter later tonight'. My stomach flutters as I contemplate what that would mean.

Freshly showered, my skin is already covered with a film of perspiration that has nothing to do with the heat outside. My fingers refuse to behave, fumbling with the clasp on my necklace. Finally, I realize the effort is futile. Timidly, I emerge into the living room, holding the necklace out in front of me. "Could you...?"

He has his back to me, staring irritably at the clock. When he turns around, I can't fail to see the look of appreciation in his eyes. "You look incredible." He clears his throat, "but that doesn't really excuse your behavior. An hour late! I had to call and have them change our reservations."

"I'm sorry," I say, certain that will not be the last time tonight I utter those words.

As I glance down, I see more evidence of his appreciation for my appearance. I blush with satisfaction as parts of me react to the heat of his stare, with a heat of their own. A chill runs down my spine when his fingers graze my skin, as he nimbly works the clasp on the necklace. When he's finished, he gently encircles my neck and leans forward to whisper in my ear. "You look gorgeous, my dear. Your bottom looks particularly fetching in that dress. Unfortunately, that is not going to buy you any leniency tonight. We are going to find a way to keep that pretty backside safe." With that, he gently folds me over the edge of the table.

'Oh, god, not now.' I start to protest, trying to stand up. He easily holds me down with one hand as the other inches my dress up over my back. I squeeze my eyes shut as I wait for the inevitable. Instead, I feel his erection pressed against me as his hands glide over the nylon of my stockings. I feel and hear his breath hitch as he takes a step back. His hands play with the waistband of my pantyhose. My body shivers as his fingers graze my skin and again I anticipate what I've been fearing. Suddenly I feel him stand to his full height as he smooths my skirt back down. He gives my bottom a light squeeze and a pat. "This will have to wait. Don't worry though. I won't forget."

I stand up, on shaky legs, and take his arm as he leads me to the car...

My Vision - part 3

Relief washes over me as he hands me into the passenger seat of the car. I have time, plenty of time, to plead my case. I can be very persuasive when I put my mind to it. And of course I would put my mind to it, my tender backside is at stake, after all. Between the drive there, dinner and the drive home, I'm sure I will have more than enough time to work my magic. As he steps into the car, I flash him my brightest smile. "I've really been looking forward to this. A week is so long to go without seeing you."

"I know, but until I can talk my company into transferring me closer, we just have to deal with it. I don't like it either, especially when I get here and have to waste precious time together waiting for you to get ready." He hasn't taken his eyes off the road, which is a good thing. I don't want him to see the way the color has drained from my face.

I decide to try a different tact. "How was work? Did you get that new client?" knowing full well that he did. This should brighten his mood. I look over, expectantly.

"Yes, got the new client, and he's a big fish. I don't think he really appreciated how I had to pawn him off on Dave this afternoon, so that I could get here in time." He looks pointedly in my direction.

I quickly glance out the window, my attention completely focused on locating the next mile marker. How much longer before we get to the damn restaurant? "Can't you tell me where we're going?"

"No, it's a surprise. I wanted tonight to be special. It's our 6 month anniversary, I wanted everything to be perfect."

I let out a little laugh. "It's only our internet anniversary." That isn't what I meant to say. I do think it's sweet that he is the kind of guy who makes a big deal about occasions like this. I want to bask in how lucky I am to have this man in my life, but I can't. All I can think about is the way he plans to end the evening. What I really want to say to him is less kind and more to the point; 'is that how you celebrate an anniversary, by spanking your girlfriend?' but I doubt that would have a positive impact on the night's events.

"I'm sorry you feel that way. It's a very special day for me, it's the beginning, the genesis for us." His hand makes it's way onto my leg, caressing my thigh in slow, mesmerizing circles. "I don't want you to ever forget, you are the best thing that's ever happened to me." I only half hear his words. I can't take my eyes or my thoughts off of his strong hand - a hand that will be much less gentle before the night is over.

Then, his hand begins to explore deeper. My breathing becomes more shallow as he gets closer to that sweet spot that he knows so well. My legs instinctively fall apart as my pelvis thrusts forward, as far as the seatbelt will allow...encouraging him, beckoning him. He clears his throat and takes his hand away, placing it on the steering wheel, in the perfect 3 o'clock position. "What you do to me," he says, almost angrily. "What kind of an example would that be if I drive us off the road while playing with your lovely...never mind. We're almost there anyway."

No sooner has he said the words and he is guiding the Lexus up to the front door of an impressive white-washed mansion. We pass under a daunting entranceway and a valet rushes to get my door, but he is quickly intercepted by the man I have chosen to take into my life. "I've got it." He hands the valet his keys. Opening my door, he holds out an exquisite single rose, dyed in shades of purple - the color of passion. He looks so much like a little boy, standing there, proud and expectant. I take the rose in my left hand and his hand in my right.

As we walk toward the entrance, he presses his body close to me and slides his hand under my skirt to cup my right cheek. I halt my forward progress, trying to turn so that he won't have easy access, but he holds me fast. "Ah, ah, ah, where do you think you're going?"

"Just trying to keep from being mauled," I reply, trying to keep my tone light. More quietly, I add, "please don't, someone will see you. The valet will be back any moment."

He leans forward, kissing my neck, as his right hand issues a stinging slap on my nylon covered bottom. He ignores my squealed protestation. "Okay, dearest. I just don't want you to forget what we have in store for dessert." As if I could. I let loose with a derisive snort, I can't help myself, he can always make me laugh.

As we step across the threshold, all thoughts of spanking, well thought out defenses or playful banter leave my head. I have stepped into fantasia. My eyes are drawn to the ceiling, which is bejeweled with crystal chandeliers that rival those in symphony hall. Gold tones, accent the immaculate white decor. We are led into a small (comparatively speaking) sitting room that is decorated with a proliferation of floral arrangements - each and every one sporting the siblings of the rose I hold in my hand. In the center of the room is a table and two chairs, draped in matching purple linens. I turn to him with a questioning look.

"Happy Anniversary, darling." He spins me around and pulls me close, covering my mouth with his. After a most breathtaking kiss, he steps back. "Do you like it?"

Between the kiss, and the shock of our surroundings, my brain has temporarily been deprived of the oxygen that it needs to formulate a response. I resort to nodding my head like some out of control bobble head doll. "Great", he says, and there is that little boy again. Grinning from ear to ear, looking as if he is ready to burst with excitement. Well, that makes two of us.

How could this wonderful man be planning to do anything that would hurt me? And just like that, all thoughts of discipline, punishment or spankings are wiped from my mind.

My Vision - part 4

The contrast between the floral riot of color and the pristine white of the surroundings was sending me into sensory overload. After he released me, my head reeling from the after-effects of our kiss, I wandered around the room.

Dozens of things vied for my attention; the gold stitching in the heavy yet beautifully intricate window drapes, the plush white padding on the ornate loveseat situated in front of a five-foot high white marble fireplace, an enormous spray of purple roses standing in a milky white lenox vase and a pair of french doors that opened onto a balcony that overlooked a landscape that took my breath away.

Standing at the edge of the balcony, looking out at the star-filled night, I sensed his approach before I felt him mold his body to mine. We were such a perfect fit, as if nature made us to be together. His arms came around me, encircling me just below my breasts. My nipples immediately hardened at the proximity of his touch, a fact that did not go unnoticed by his right hand that had now risen to explore my left breast. It wasn't long before the ache in my crotch became unbearable. I began to press back, grinding my bottom against him.

As one hand came down to cup me through my skirt, he whispered in my ear, "are you sure you want to draw my attention to that sexy bottom of yours, love?"

I answered with another sway of my hips.

"This railing is the perfect height. No reason we have to wait until dessert. Let us call this the appetizer," he said with a chuckle, as he bent me over the marble railing. "Now you stay here like a good girl."

Perhaps I was intoxicated by my surroundings or I was just having a slow day, because not even a word of protestation crossed my lips as I lay with my stomach pressed against the cool marble, waiting for him to return.

I heard his voice in the distance. The sound of the french doors being closed cleared some of the fog from my head. I scanned the landscape below, nervously wondering if there was anyone out there on this clear evening. If so, they were about to get quite a show.

I started to stand just as he returned to his spot behind me. "And where do you think you're going, baby girl?"

"I've seen the view, now I'd like to go inside, it's getting a little chilly."

"I'm sorry to hear that, because certain parts of you are going to be even more exposed to the night chill, but I will make sure to warm them up quickly. Turn around."

I turned to face him, my cheeks flushed red at his words. He bent down to grab the hem of my dress, pulling it up above my waist. "Hold this," he instructed me, handing me the material.

"But..."

"Never mind that, just turn around for me."

Clearly, my powers of persuasion, as well as my power of speech, had deserted me. I silently turned toward the railing and squeezed my eyes shut as I felt him slide his hands under the waistband of my pantyhose, one hand at each hip. He slowly slid his hands down my hips and thighs, taking my nylons and panties along for the ride.

I stood there, holding the skirt of my dress bunched below my breasts, with my panties and hose rolled down to my knees. "That's better," he said appreciatively, "but much too pale. I think what we need here is a bit of color, don't you agree, sweetheart?"

I didn't agree. There was certainly no need for color in my face as I felt my cheeks flush with what must have been a burgundy color at the very least.

"Okay Princess, we are going to address this tardiness problem you seem to be suffering from. We will save the discussion about the traffic ticket until we get home. Now, I want you to bend over the railing for me so that I can warm that bottom for you - don't want you catching a chill, after all," he said with a chuckle.

My Vision - part 5

The paralysis that has taken over my mind and my body since he stepped out onto the balcony suddenly begins to lift as he begins to force me back over the railing. "Wait! Please."

"Is there something wrong, beloved?" he asks, without pausing. I am again lying prostrate over the railing with my bare bottom exposed to the night sky.

"Of course there is something wrong. This is a public place. You spanking me is one thing. I don't like it..." I try to stand up.

"Whether you like it or not, sweetheart, you need it." He easily holds me down with one firm hand in the small of my back.

"I was going to say, I don't like it, but I accept it. But not like this, not in public."

"Oh, ho," he says with a hearty laugh, "you ACCEPT it do you?" His right hand begins caressing my bottom, making it hard for me to think. "Sweetheart, you know that each and every spanking I have given you has been for your own good, don't you? Yes, it is true that I love to see these lovely globes painted in shades of red," he stoops to plant a tender kiss on each cheek. "But, this is never about my pleasure, this discipline is for your benefit."

"I know," I say in a small voice, "but, does it have to be here? What if someone sees us?"

"No worries. I have instructed the wait staff that we need complete privacy. There will be no interruptions, if that's what you're worried about. Now, let's get started."

I launch one last, desperate attempt at leniency. As I feel his hand lift from my back, I stand up and turn to face him. "But, you haven't even given me the chance to explain. Maybe I have a very good reason for being late. You didn't even ask."

A grin spreads across his face. "Okay, do you?"

Stalling for time, I bend over to retrieve my panties and hose from the puddle they have formed around my ankles.

"Noooooooooo, missy, leave those right where they are. If you have something to say that you think will change your current predicament, you had better get to it, because the clock is ticking. What are these extenuating circumstances that caused your tardiness?"

I lower my eyes from his piercing gaze. "Well, there was the speeding ticket," I offer lamely. "The officer was sooooooo slow. He was more busy looking at my breasts than writing the ticket."

He lets out a laugh as he leans against the balcony railing that I had so recently vacated. "So, let me get this straight. You are trying to defend your chronic tardiness with the consequences of your dangerous driving behavior? Do I have that right?"

I stand there, sheepishly, trying to think of a clever response. Unfortunately, nothing is coming to mind.

"Let me ask you this, dear heart, why is it that you were speeding? Could it be that you were already running late?"

When my words again desert me, he continues. "Enough of this foolishness. We both know the answer to that question and we both know that you don't have a legitimate justification for your behavior, so, be a good girl and get back in position for your punishment."

"But..."

"DO IT!" The tone of his voice lets me know that I am trying his patience, but I can't help myself from making one last effort.

"This was supposed to be a nice evening, our anniversary, you don't want to spoil it by starting it like this, do you?"

"Actually, I can think of worse ways to start, or end an evening. Besides, this is only our 'internet' anniversary, remember?"

I blanch as I feel my own words hit me in the chest. And with that blow, I concede defeat, silently turning to bend over the railing again.

My Vision - part 6

I bend over to receive my punishment, well deserved, I admit begrudgingly to myself. He's right, of course. My inability to stay on schedule has been a chronic problem throughout my adult life. I am constantly flirting with the 15 minute window which I have come to recognize as the universally acceptable limit for lateness.

I have had to reschedule doctor and dentist visits. I have driven an hour or more to appointments and been sent home because my well-thought-out explanations for being 20 minutes late have fallen on deaf ears. It is a horrible, costly and rude behavior that I have been completely unable to manage on my own. It is a behavior that seems to be hard-wired into my genes. On each occasion, I plan my day with the best of intentions, but, as the time advances my mental alarm clock goes awry.

With the advent of mapquest and gps technology, I no longer have the excuse that I don't know how far it is to my destination. Barring an accident or unexpected construction on the roadways, I usually can calculate my correct departure time to within a couple of minutes. And yet...,I will inevitably find myself pushing the envelope, starting one more project, making one more phone call, embarking on one more task before rushing out the door. It is a ridiculous game that I lose more often than not and when I win, I gain nothing.

It is a foolish, unnecessary and juvenile character trait, so perhaps it is right that I should be here, bare and exposed to the night sky and to the not so tender ministrations of the man who has taken it upon himself to get me in hand - a hand that is normally so gentle but at times can be oh, so cruel. As he would say, if I insist on behaving like a child, I can expect to be treated like one.

My aimless introspection is cut short as the first strike falls. He isn't wasting any time. This was not a warning shot, this was a 'look for the whites of their eyes' shot. It is certainly enough to bring tears to my eyes. I bite my lip, not wanting to cry out and draw attention to what is happening on our, not so secluded, balcony.

"An hour late! An hour spent pacing around the kitchen, waiting for you to get ready." A quick and furious volley of slaps rain down on my exposed backside. I press my pelvis hard against the marble balustrade, in a futile attempt to lessen the impact of his slaps, but the railing is unforgiving as is my disciplinarian's hand. There is no escape, nowhere to go. The spanking continues in silence for awhile, the sound of each spank echoing in the night sky. I can feel his anger building to a fever pitch.

"Do you know how it makes me feel? To know that you value our time together so little that you would waste a whole hour that way," he says as the intensity of the spanking increases even more. My tears are flowing freely now, not because of the pain of the punishment but because of his words. I don't want him to feel that I don't value our time together, that I don't want to savor every moment we get to share - I don't ever want him to feel that I am taking him for granted.

'Noooooooooo," I moan.

His hand is immediately arrested and I can almost feel his fury dissipating. "Are you alright? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be so hard." His hands are everywhere, caressing my bottom and the backs of my thighs, inspecting for bruises and broken skin. "You know I try not to spank when I'm angry. I guess I should have given myself more time to cool off. It's been a rough week...and a long drive...I'm sorry."

"I'm okay, it's okay." I try to stand up and immediately am reminded of the burn coursing through my posterior. He grabs my hand and pulls me toward him, wrapping me in his arms.

"I'm so sorry, love." His lips rain a different brand of punishment on my face and neck. His arms around me threaten to cut off my oxygen supply, but what a heavenly way to go. I feel so completely loved and protected but now isn't about me. I pull him down with me, sitting with my back against the hard railing. The marble is refreshingly cool against my bottom, but oh so hard. In spite of the discomfort, I stretch my legs out in front of me and pull his head down, cradling it in my lap.

"Don't be sorry. It's me that's sorry. I was thoughtless..., distracted. When you're not here, I think about you all the time. When I'm waiting for you to get here, I can't focus on anything else. My whole day revolves around thoughts of you. I don't ever want you to think that I don't value our time together. Please don't ever feel that way." He lifts his head and draws me into a kiss that sends tremors through my clitoris. He suddenly pulls away and fluidly rolls over to bury his face between my legs. I smile contentedly; it seems that I have come clean, been purged and all has been forgiven. I lean back and give myself over to the greatest pleasure.

My Vision - part 7

Eventually, he helps me to stand, on shaky legs. He pulls out a snow-white, linen handkerchief and dabs at the corner of his mouth, like a man who has just finished a fine meal. So many things he does flatter me in so many ways, I am not even sure he is conscious of it.

He puts his arm around my waist and guides me back inside. "I would love to continue this, but we only have the room and waitstaff for 3 hours. The chef has prepared one of your favorite meals." His hand slides down to cup my still throbbing ass, "I will just have to anticipate dessert." I am not sure if he is referring to sex or my pending punishment, either way, my clit instantly responds, my legs instinctually squeeze together, which only exacerbates my distress. I stop in my tracks as the friction takes effect on my already overstimulated sex.

He looks down at me and grins, "it seems that it will be a frustrating couple of hours for both of us, dear. We will just have to suffer through it." Then we are back within the walls of the ice palace once again. The brightest whites, sparkling crystals, dazzling gold and eye-popping purples surround us.

I can't believe he has done this for me. "What is this place? I have never heard of it, but it's breathtaking."

"A client of mine told me about it..., one of the best kept secrets in the city. It's very exclusive, I had to call in a few favors to get on their list. I was just lucky that they had this date available. I think it's fate," he nuzzles my neck, "just like us." And that is all it takes to melt me into a puddle at his feet. What this man does to me.

Sliding a chair out from the table, he motions me to sit. I readily take the offered seat, but spring back up as even the plush cushion puts uncomfortable pressure on my abused backside. He immediately takes notice of my discomfort, grabbing a soft pillow from the nearby settee. "I'm sorry, hun, I guess I didn't really think things through. I let my enthusiasm get the better of me. I should have just waited until we got home."

"It's alright," I mutter, as I concentrate on finding a comfortable position on the cushions.

The meal was superb, clearly prepared with me in mind, every course featuring my favorites. The background music is similarly built around my preferences. It's a cinderella evening and the only thing that is missing is the glass slipper.

Sitting in this idyllic setting, enjoying the smells and tastes of a gourmet meal as the strains of Rachmaninoff wash over us, we share the details of our week, we laugh, we flirt and I cannot imagine being happier. He has conjured up a magical night, just for me.

He pushes back from the table, seemingly sated, folding his napkin neatly and lying it across his plate. "I don't know about you, but I'm ready for dessert." Calling the waiter over, he whispers in his ear. The attractive young man rushes from the room, pulling the oversized double doors closed behind him.

"Come with me," he takes my hand and leads me over to the white and gold settee. Without a word, he positions me in front of the furniture and tells me to bend over and place my hands on the cushion. He raises my skirt up above my hips and pulls my panties down for the second time in less than 2 hours.

"But...," I offer feebly.

[tk04]

Excellent start, looking forward to more! Looks like these two have a great relationship!

[voluptuous54]

ty for reading and for the kind comment. the story will definitely grow and i will add here as i go along.

[Often123]

This was very well done, it was both sensual and erotic, with tenderness and a great setting. I'm looking forward to reading more about this couple.

[voluptuous54]

ty so much, hoping to add an installment this weekend

[Often123]

Terrific news, I'm looking forward to it.