Koi pond…

After the meeting in the woods, we both became absorbed in work and family duties. This became frustrating, and the messages became less frequent on both sides. I started to feel that this was the beginning of the end, and I kind of made peace with it. It had been spectacular while it had lasted, and I was appreciative of the things I had learned from this man. The thought of going back on to AM, however, did not excite me. It had taken so long to find someone I felt comfortable with and who made me so wet. I loved texting, sending photos, videos, and sexting at night. This was thrilling to me and kept me going, but this always seemed to be the thing that stopped first. I even considered using an AI app to generate some sexting for me!

However, I suddenly got a message saying he was away for a few nights and he desperately wanted to fuck me. Wow….I had been wrong…he was genuinely dealing with family and work. Why had I doubted this? I asked where he was and realised he was about 3 hours from me, but about 90 minutes from where I needed to be the day after. Would it be too excessive to drive for 3 hours for a fuck? What would he think if I said that it was what I was going to do? Would he think I was crazy, or worse, desperate? Would it be off-putting? I asked him whether he would like me to spend the night. He said he did, but that it was too far to drive. This was frustrating, and I was trying to guess whether he really wanted me there and felt it was too far, or whether he was just being polite and putting me off. I asked again and said I was happy to drive as I wasn't that far away from work the day after. Again, he said he couldn't ask me to do that. This was even more frustrating as he wasn't asking, it was what I wanted. Things like this really frustrate me. I wanted to hear that he was desperate for me to drive so he could fuck me, so I said it outright. I waited a few minutes for a response, wondering whether to start to pack a bag or not. The response came, and he wanted me there. This made me feel amazing, and I threw things into my suitcase and set off. I was so excited and could feel my clit start to twitch.

During the journey, I received a number of messages teasing me and telling me what he wanted to do to me. I was so turned on, I wanted to fuck. I was just so wet for the whole journey. When I stopped halfway at the services, I texted back, hoping my messages would tease him back. Just before I left the service station, I noticed there was a voice note. I played it, excited to hear his voice. I heard him telling me that I was a naughty girl who needed to be punished. Oh my, this almost tipped me over the edge. 

One thing we had discussed during our texting and sexting was role play and dressing up. I love things like this and find it easy to get into naughty roles and to play with partners for quite a while. Mr P is not that keen. We had tried a couple of things by text, and I found them exciting, but I think he found them a little awkward. It wasn't a problem at all for me. The sexting and sex had been amazing so far. I wasn't missing out! So, hearing him telling me I had been naughty and needed to be punished was so exciting, but also a little confusing. What was waiting for me?

I phoned him when I was about five minutes away, and he was quite short with me on the phone. Oh no, what if I had travelled all this way and he didn't want me there, really? I pulled into the car park and he came out of the front door of the hotel. This was a very small, independent hotel, and I was very aware that there were very few cars in the car park. This means there would be very few guests. Does this mean it will be harder to be discreet?

Mr P opened the car boot and grabbed my suitcase. He didn't say much and didn't even kiss me. My heart sank. He definitely didn't want me there. I scurried after him into the hotel carrying my work bag and handbag. He was so tall that it was hard to keep up with him. He entered the small lounge where there were a couple of corporate types drinking beers before going out.. He barely acknowledged them, whereas I said hello to them both. He grabbed two wine glasses and started to stride up the stairs. Again, I struggled to keep up with him. He put his key in the door, opened the door,  and took my suitcase in, not waiting for me to get through the door fully. The door swung back and hit my arm. I just felt worse and worse. 

When I was in the room, I put my bags by the desk. Suddenly, Mr P grabbed me, putting his arms around my whole body, and pulling me so close. He kissed me hard, his stubble pressing into my face, and his tongue pushing into my mouth. Relief spread through my body. But I still didn't know why he was so short and cold with me when he first saw me. 

He pulled me towards the window, and I noticed the curtains were open. I went to close them, and he stopped my hand without a word, placing my hand on the window ledge and indicating he wanted me to put my other hand on the window ledge. I stood waiting, wondering what was happening, my breath quickening. I looked out of the window and noticed the most beautiful Koi pond, lit up in the dark, with the fish silently swimming very slowly. It was mesmerizing. I felt his breath in my ear telling me I had been a naughty girl and needed to be punished. Immediately, I started trembling with excitement and anticipation. I felt like something special was about to happen. How right I was.

I felt a blindfold pulled over my head to cover my eyes. This heightened my senses immediately, and I could hear his breath quicken close to me. I felt my trainers being untied and he firmly grabbed my ankles to lift my feet and remove my shoes, then my shirt was being unbuttoned and removed, and I suddenly felt very exposed standing at the window in just my bra. I wondered who could see what was happening. Next, my trousers were unbuttoned and pulled down. Then he whispered in my ear “You’re a dirty little slut, coming here just for sex. Everyone will be able to see what a little whore you are”.  My trembling became more pronounced, and was it my imagination, or was he trembling too? His voice was never shouting or nasty, just strong and controlled.  Next, I felt my bra being unhooked. He wasn't really going to take my bra off at the window, was he? Turns out, he was… I felt so very naked, knowing that my tits were on display and wondering who could see me. There had been nobody out there before and I’m sure the carp were just swimming around oblivious but in the confines of the room it was fucking exhilarating wondering whether I was being watched and wondering whether anyone would wank when they saw us. Perhaps I hoped people could see me/us and the thought of being exposed and being watched was really making me ready for anything. 

I felt the cold rim of a glass against my lips, and my head was tipped back as he gave me a big chug of chilled wine. I heard the glass placed down and as I made a grab for another go at the drink he took my wrist  firmly but gently and placed my hand back on the ledge.  At this point I just knew that although I’d felt uneasy earlier it was all role play and I could relax into my role as the naughty girl. 

Mr P had his hands all over my body. He pulled at my nipples and stroked my stomach, drew his fingers up my legs, and brushed against my knickers, tracing the edge of my knickers but not touching my pussy. I was throbbing and couldn’t wait for what was coming next. I could hear myself groan, almost as if it wasn't me making the noises, and the trembling was more pronounced. I would push myself into his hands and fingers as they traced my pussy lips.  His breath was on the back of my neck, and his hands were around my front, massaging my tits. Why wouldn't he just fuck me? This was almost painful. His fingers pulled my knickers aside and slipped into my pussy. He groaned, saying, ‘Oh, you are really a naughty girl’.  I just felt amazing though and like I was being a very good girl for him. He slid his fingers over my clit and back into my pussy over and over whilst pulling at my nipples, and as I stood blindfolded at the window knowing anyone could be watching I came hard, the feeling filling my whole body.

My knickers were pulled down and off, and I was moved to a chair and told to kneel on the edge. He pushed my arms out of the way over the back of the chair, and I felt a sharp crack on my arse. So this was the punishment for being a naughty girl. However, it didn’t really feel like punishment. I love that sort of thing and it turns me on even more. 

There is a complex relationship for sufferers of historical abuse with pain/pleasure, punishment/praise, happiness/guilt and all sorts of other polarising things. Sometimes the very things that were bad and wrong and terrible can be good and exciting and sexy later in a different context and with a different person. It’s not an easy thing for people to understand. In my mind, it helps me to reframe bad experiences and make the association good.

Kneeling over the chair with my hands hanging over the back, I was completely exposed and my spanking had made me very wet. Mr. P grabbed the backs of my legs and pushed himself inside me fucking me hard. I couldn't contain myself and came hard. I wanted more and I stuck my arse up into the air so he got the message. I heard him spit and I felt him massage my arsehole. I wasn't sure what was to come and I was feeling a little tense. I felt the tip of his cock push against my arsehole. I wondered how thick cock would enter my arse and whether it would hurt. He kept massaging around my bum to help me to relax and kept pushing and eventually he entered me. It did hurt a little bit but was also thrilling. He reached around and rubbed my clit. He was pushing but not hard and fast. It was slow and considered. I moaned with pleasure and I could feel an orgasm and building. He moved in and out slowly and carefully until I came. Then he withdrew and I could hear him wanking against my arse until he came on my back. I heard him go to the bathroom and then felt him clean my back with the tissue. He reached his arms around my waist and helped me to stand. I took off the blindfold and looked up at him. His eyes were intense and he kissed me long and hard, squeezing me tight. 

This was definitely worth the drive.