Women Spanking Men

No Idle Threat by Ms. Lizbeth

(c) 1999, all rights reserved
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From Femdom Stories, Paperback

Keeping Him In His Place, Ebook

“I swear, Kyle Jeffries, if you don’t fix this altimeter by tomorrow’s flight, I’m going to drop out of the sky and tan your ass!”

       Kyle looked at Leslie and smirked, amused.

       “You think I don’t mean it, you just try me.” She charged from her Cessna with an angry scowl, her volatile tongue haranguing him, as it had many times before.

       For a moment, Kyle thought he just might see if his sometime lover and boss would live up to her threat. She threatened to spank him at least once a week, but since he’d always managed to get things finished on time, she had little reason to take off her belt and wallop him. 

       Actually, the thought of a good old-fashioned paddling at the hands of this woman wasn’t at all unpleasant. 

       He remembered very well the erotic rush he got years ago when he was thoroughly admonished by Miss Remmington, his seventh grade English teacher. She was a fine woman; like Leslie, tall, well built in all the right places, and possessing a fierce disposition that thrilled him to the core. She could smile like a summer day, her face as beautiful as anything he’d ever seen; but she could also scowl nastily and wield a leather belt as mean as his father’s. Kyle had learned how to escape his father’s punishment early on, but when it came from Miss Remmington, that was something else. It didn’t take long before he realized that lying across her lap, having her take down his pants and paddle his bottom was an excitement beyond anything he’d ever known—even if Miss Remmington was purely business when she administered a well-earned punishment.

       Of course Kyle kept his feelings and fantasy to himself, thinking it was pretty weird that he liked getting punished by that woman. Only after he’d read a few spanking magazines when he was in his early twenties, did he realize that his daydreams were not so strange. At least he wasn’t alone with his fetish.

Then came Leslie, the first woman since Miss Remmington who really thrilled him in the same way. Maybe it was because they had a playful sparring relationship, that often landed them in bed together, or more often, on top of her office desk, screwing each other silly. She was always threatening him, and he always smiled back at her with a nonchalance that only infuriated her more. She was terrific when she was mad; her face would get red, and her eyes would flare, just like Miss Remmington. And since she didn’t have Miss Remmington’s need for proper teacher decorum, she’d let her anger fly like a raging thunderstorm.

       Unfortunately, his relationship with Leslie was still a tenuous thing. She was such an independent freethinking woman; it was sometimes hard to know exactly where it was going.

       “Maybe I should see what you’d really do Les, if I don’t follow your orders some day,” Kyle shot back at her, as he watched her pretty body walk past him.

       She stopped in her tracks.

       “What did you say?” she asked, turning around.

       “Maybe I should see what you’d really do,” Kyle repeated himself.

       “Kyle Jeffries, you’re playing with my life here, it’s not a laughing matter. And I really trust you to remember that.” She looked so serious.

       “I’m not going to play with your life,” Kyle returned with a tone as serious as hers.

       “Good, because you’ll rue the day I thought you deliberately screwed up my plane.”

       “This plane will always fly perfectly for you Leslie, or you won’t fly it,” he reminded her. He would never do anything to hurt Leslie. He was in love with her, and he hoped that some day she would help him fulfill his fondest dream. If only he could get her to act on her sharp-tongued declarations.

Two weeks after the altimeter incident, Kyle was fooling around in his workshop, cleaning airplane parts and trying to reorganize his tool bench.

       “Hey, what are you doing, hot hands?” Leslie asked. He turned to see her standing at the door of her office, leaning up against the doorpost. God, she is breathtaking, he thought.

       “Just finishing up for the day,” he said.

       “You want to come in here,” she asked him. It was an obvious invitation to another romp across her desk, and on most occasions he’d jump at the chance, but on this day, he tried a new answer, just to see how Leslie would respond.

       “Can’t now,” he replied, and he turned his back on her.

       “What’s the matter?” she asked, definitely curious about his refusal.

       “Aw, nothing, just need to find that replacement part for the 150.”

       “The what?” she asked, her interest suddenly peaked.

       “You know the part we ordered.”

       “The three hundred and fifty dollar part I just paid for?” she asked.

       “Yeah, that’s the one.”

       “You lost it?”

       “Naw, I didn’t lose it, it’s here somewhere.”

       Her temper was suddenly engaged. He knew it would be, and he was hopefully headed down the exact path he’d planned on.

       “You damn well better find it, how long have you been looking for it?”

       He turned and looked at her sheepishly, a little boy look breaking out on his otherwise manly face.

       “About an hour,” he replied.

       “An hour!” she looked dumbfounded and a little afraid.

       “Yeah, but it’ll show up. I’ll look tomorrow, if I don’t find it in the next few minutes. I have to go home before too long.”

       “You’re not going anywhere. You’ll stay right here until that part shows up.”

       “Truth is Les,” he looked at her sheepishly, “I might have shipped it out with some old parts I sent to the junk shop.”

       “What!” Her anger was building by the minute. “You’ll never get it back from there.”

       “Yeah, I know. If it doesn’t turn up soon, you’ll have to order another one, that is, if you want that plane operational by Monday.”

       “Damn it, Kyle, how could you be so careless,” she practically shouted. 

       “God Leslie, I’m really sorry,” he answered.

       “I ought to tan your hide,” she seethed, and righteously so.  

       “Hon, I’m sorry really,” he said, thinking he should try to calm her down, though he didn’t do a particularly good job of it.

       “Don’t you dare ‘hon’ me, you’ve ticked me off like this for the last time.”

       “So what’s that suppose to mean?” he asked.

       She looked at him, at first flustered, then her face brightened as if it all became clear. “Maybe I should tan your ass,” she said, with a firmer resolve than he’d ever heard from her.

       “You wouldn’t dare,” he snapped back.

       “You think I wouldn’t?” She took his statement as a challenge.

       “You haven’t got the guts,” he charged.

       “Funny you should say that, because I almost expected it from you. And just because you think you have it all figured out Kyle Jeffries, you are going to get it.”

       “Yeah?” He looked at her in disbelief.

       “Yeah, come in here.”

       He started to laugh. Putting down his screwdriver, he swaggered towards the office. “You don’t mean it,” he said, saucily, as he approached his boss. There was just a little fear in his eye, as he realized this time, she might just follow through. He’d never taunted her like this, and she wasn’t backing down, even one little bit. Did he really want her to spank him after all? Fantasy was one thing, reality another.

       “You don’t take me seriously, Kyle Jeffries,” she said. She turned on her heel and walked into her office, expecting him to follow close behind.

       Kyle closed the door when he entered, then pulled the shade. If she was serious, he didn’t want anyone else to see, and if she wasn’t, it was a nice touch. “Really, Leslie, I do take you seriously, I really try to; but you make so many idle threats.”

       “Well, this one, this time, is not idle at all. You’re going to get the spanking of your life.”

       “Really?” he asked, still not sure whether to believe her or not.

       “Yes, really.”

       Leslie plopped down in her chair, scooting it with her legs so that it was free of the desk. It was obvious that she was new to this scene; but regardless, she knew what she had to do. Leaning forward, she managed to pull her two-inch wide leather belt from her khaki trousers. Doubling it in her hand, she stared ominously at Kyle.

       “You do really mean it.” He looked at her amazed.

       “You’re damn right, it would give me nothing but pleasure to see your bottom glowing red, now take down your pants.”

       “Pants, too?”

       “Yes,” she said sternly. “It’s not like I haven’t seen what’s underneath.”

       “Sure, of course.” This was not quite like the fantasy in his head, nor was it like it had been with Miss Remmington. But Leslie’s eyes flared so delightfully and her firm demands were so compelling, that the whole scene had an arousing aspect all its own—nothing like he’d ever before experienced. He was embarrassed to admit that his penis was beginning to swell inside his pants.

       Unbuckling his belt, he unzipped, and let his work pants fall to the cement floor. 

       “Take them off completely,” she said, staring right at the heart of his crotch—as though she might actually see right through his jockeys. 

       He hoped his swelling cock would wilt, but nothing was happening to make him think it would. In fact, the opposite was occurring. It took him some minutes to get his pants over his shoes, but he soon kicked those off, too, so he was standing barefoot and nearly naked in front of Leslie.

       “I’ll take the underwear down,” Leslie informed him, when he reached for the waistband of his briefs. 

       That was a momentary relief. At least his erection wouldn’t be so obvious.

       “Come here,” she ordered sternly. 

       For an inexperienced woman in these matters, Leslie did have the whole drama down well. Especially the way she looked at him with cold dark eyes, and a firm set jaw.

       While moving towards her gingerly, Leslie reached out and pulled him over her lap. Kyle obediently followed her lead. It was a good thing that they were both about the same size, a smaller woman would have trouble accommodating him on her lap. But Leslie seemed to have no problem at all. Kyle felt as if he was walking into a bit of heaven, having waited for this moment for so long.

       “You think you know me, Kyle Jeffries, well today you’ll see another side of me, whether you like it or not. And it’s about time. You can be sure, the way you piss me off, it won’t be the last!”

       Her words were soothing music, even as nasty as they were rendered. This was the surrender he wanted. Ah! At last!

       “Such a spankable butt,” Leslie commented, as she pulled his underwear off his bottom and let them rest on his legs. “You know I’ve often thought about this, as round as your ass is; the idea of blistering it red is so appealing.” She massaged each cheek with a rough firm grip. “Hummm, I like the finger prints on your skin.” She stared at the red that appeared after a hearty squeeze. “I wonder what it will look like with the imprint of the belt on it.” Leslie seemed in no hurry to begin the paddling, which only made Kyle more anxious. She had every intention of playing her dominant role to the hilt, and letting Kyle suffer for it. When her careful study was finally over, Kyle waited with bated-breath, as he heard her picking up the belt again. She gripped him firmly about the waist, and drew back her arm. 

       SMACK! The doubled leather struck his rear end soundly, though it made very little impression on Kyle. He could see that she was starting slowly, just getting the feel of things. Yet, as she continued, with each successive smack, Leslie gained a measure of confidence. After a good dozen smacks, Kyle’s rear was beginning to sting.

       As she applied the belt to the delectable target, Leslie was delighted to see a rosy blush beginning to rise on his rear. The pinker his bottom got, the more enthused she was with the result. What fun to see if she could make his whole rear end, top to bottom, turn a fine shade of crimson.

       Once the initiating smacks were over, she became more methodical, starting over at the top of his ass where his cleft began and slowly working her way down to the tops of his thighs. It was then he finally cried out.

       “Damn it, that hurts,” he wailed.

       “Of course it does, you naughty bastard!” she cried back, and she lit into him, delivering a half dozen very hard smacks to the center of his red buns.

       “Yeeeeeoooow! Enough!” he shouted.

       She stopped, just momentarily. “Oh, yes, you think you’re going to control this episode? Well, you have another thing coming,” she vowed, administering yet another dozen smacks. She was just beginning to get her stroke down. 

       “Ouch! Yeow! God please!” he ranted. Goddam, she was a nasty disciplinarian, he thought to himself, nothing like his memory of Miss Remmington. But, the fact was, as much as his bottom hurt, he didn’t want her to stop. This was a whole lot better than Miss Remmington ever was.

       “You gonna stop baiting me, Kyle Jeffries?” she asked, as she continued the passionate punishment.

       He hardly had a chance to speak the way the leather was pelting his backside with one blow after another.

       “Answer me!” she demanded.

       “Yes,” he finally cried. He would have preferred to qualify his answer, but she didn’t leave him much choice in the crazy game they were playing.

       The leather continued unceasingly. My god, I’m gonna be sore for a week! he mused silently. Yet his satisfaction was rising rapidly, not to mention his cock, that once dangled half erect beneath him. Now he was stiff as a board, likely communicating his arousal to Leslie, although she wasn’t in the mood to acknowledge it. Not yet, anyway.

       “Dammit, Leslie, stop!” he ordered.

       “Hush your mouth,” she said, and the smacks rained harder yet. A wildly vibrant burn had risen to a peak, and he didn’t think he could stand much more. He knew he could bolt from her tenuous captivity, but he didn’t want to. He needed to finish the contest as submissively as it had begun.

       As Leslie’s anger began to subside, so did the smacks. They were no less harsh, they might have even been harder, but Leslie put some space between each one so that Kyle could recoup for the next. She continued with this pace for several minutes, as if she was teasing Kyle, letting him think that she was about done.

       When she finally stopped altogether, there was a dreadful quiet in the office. Kyle was uncertain what to do, waiting to follow Leslie’s lead. Could she be as aroused as he was, or was he the only kinky one in the room? He had always thought it really odd that he wanted mad passionate sex after a rousing punishment. Would that happen now, or was that not part of Leslie’s plan?

       When she finally put down the belt, he heard the click of the buckle on the desk, as it disturbed the eerie quiet around them. Then he felt Leslie’s hand on his burning ass, that soft gentle touch that had caressed his cock many times before was arousing him again. This time, however, the flood of warmth that spread through him was incredible. Far beyond anything he’d ever felt before. Churning against Leslie’s lap, she had to know by now how excited he was.

       “This turns you on, doesn’t it?” she said, confirming his suspicions.

       “God yes,” he exclaimed.

       She slapped his rear. This time however, the sensation that ensued was nothing but erotic. She slapped again, and he wanted to drop from her lap, take her in his arms, and bend her back against the table; but he was stopped by his submissiveness. The moment required a different Kyle than he was used to: one he’d been suppressing for some time. Only now was he realizing how exciting his submissiveness could be.

       “You have such a nasty ass,” Leslie purred. Her hand dropped between his clenched thighs and he relaxed, allowing free entrance to his whole rear cleft. These were sensations he’d never had making love. So under her power and control, he wanted nothing more than to give to her, submit to her, be exactly what she wanted him to be.

       For the moment, Leslie was content to let him remain on her lap where she could fondle him at will. She took great pleasure watching his crimson rear begin to fade. Every once and a while, she slapped him again, stinging both her hand and his bottom, and sending satisfying sensations flooding through them both. 

       “Don’t stop,” he moaned.

       “Oh, I’ll stop when I want to, you naughty man,” she purred. Her voice was deep, enticing and very much in control.

       Smack! Her hand landed again on his rear, and he moaned with the renewed jolt of erotic energy that raced through him. He could stay like this forever, if she wanted him to.

       Smack! Her hand began a gentle spanking journey all around his punished bottom. Pausing, she caressed him tenderly. It was sheer heaven.

       “You know, Kyle, I can think of a hundred ways right now to punish you. I imagine you’d find wooden paddles to your liking, maybe even a cane? Or should I tie you to my desk so you can’t move while I make this ass of yours raw? You deserve it, you know, as horrible as you are to me, taunting me the way you do.”

       Kyle couldn’t agree more, but it was difficult to talk, his hard-on was demanding some kind of relief. When she finally reached between his legs and grabbed his dick, he let out a surprised squeal. “Oh yes! Please!”           

       She immediately released her grip, her hand returning to his ass.

       “You like being controlled, I see it all now, you brat! Do you have any idea how many times I’ve thought about this, and thought the whole idea so ridiculous?” she asked.

       He didn’t answer, thinking it wasn’t important.

       “Now, I have an answer to all those times you infuriate me so much,” she said. “Just take you over my knee and wallop your rear. What a terrific discovery! To think, I might have never known if you hadn’t baited me so much today.”

       “I didn’t bait you,” Kyle managed to protest.

       “Oh, you think you didn’t,” Leslie shot back, as she leveled a good dozen retaliating smacks on his rear. She spanked him in the same exact place so that his left cheek was burning hot when she was done. Before she spoke again, she laid another dozen blows on the other cheek, duplicating her fierce designs.

       “You’d better be honest with me, Kyle Jeffries, now that I have you figured out,” she told him.

       Then, without explanation, her legs parted and he fell to the floor between her feet. On his knees, he looked up to see Leslie’s face, soft, sultry and very definitely aroused. “You’re going to take me on that desk, my little lamb,” she told him in a husky turned on voice. “You’re going to please me like you never have before. You’re going to make me fly baby, you understand.”

       “Whatever you want; I’m right here.” He kissed her thighs, wanting her skin on his mouth, and without having to ask at all, she was unbuttoning her trousers for him, slipping them off her svelte hips, so that he could feel her soft creamy thighs, and see the sweet bush of her sex underneath her panties. 

       “Take the panties off with your teeth,” she instructed him with a devious smirk on her face.

       He leaned forward to the soft nylon, and carefully grabbed the little elastic waistband in his teeth, pulling toward him. He pulled down, until the elastic slipped from his mouth, and snapped back against her belly. 

       “Ouch!” she seethed.

       “You’re going to have to do better than that if you plan to please me. You do it right, or I’ll spank you again,” she warned. “Now do it right.”  

       This time she was more accommodating, slumping in her chair so that he could pull her panties down more easily. He was very careful not to let the elastic snap again. When they were finally over her knees, falling to the floor, Kyle had a perfect view of her succulent cunt. “Now take me baby, right up here,” she told him, rising to the top of the already emptied desk, spreading her legs wide.

       His tongue was instantly at her snatch, doing all the things he knew she loved so well. She liked his tongue everywhere, teasing her, licking her, making her sexual heat rise to incredible heights.

       “Fuck me, Kyle,” she yelled at last. He could tell she was about to come, the way her body writhed joyously under him, as he descended on her, thrusting himself into her waiting wet pussy.

       They were clasped together much like they’d been in the past, but this was different; Kyle’s ass was still burning, and Leslie was in charge. It was the way they wanted it. They hadn’t believed it could happen—until now.  

       They made love, rolling about the desk, practically falling off several times.

       “You make me fall, I’ll whip you silly,” she declared at one harrowing moment.

       He laughed.

       “Don’t you laugh at me,” she warned. 

       Kyle pulled her back on top of him, as he lay with his back against her desk, Leslie gently fucking him, her hips moving soft and slow, but then faster and faster.

       “I’m coming,” she cried at last, her voice rising sweetly in the hot and steamy air. “Oh, yes!” she moaned delighted.

       At that moment, Kyle came too, letting go with a vibrant orgasm. They rocked together for some moments until the final spasms died away, and they fell back exhausted.

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