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{\*\generator Msftedit 5.41.21.2509;}\viewkind4\uc1\pard\f0\fs20 Ms. T and the Sandals\par
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She walked into the hotel room, nervous to be alone with this man she knew only from short conversations over the phone and vidos she had seen, She had no idean how he would behave in person, how his size would effect her, but she was beginning to understand as she walked past him, feeling smaller than before as she looked up to his eyes warmly gazing at her slight figure.\par
She was clad in the same clothes she was wearing the first time they spoke on the net-- simple, heavy tee, jeans and sandals. She had jazzed up beneath the outfit with a little lingerie, adding a special touch to taunt him. \par
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When he shut the door behind her, throwing the security latch and turning the lock, she wondered if her nerve was fleeing her or if the butterflies she felt as he stalked towards her to sit beside her in the suite's only couch were anticipation instead of fear. She thought maybe they were a little of both, since he had none of that arrogance she had sensed from the guys she was usually drawn to, but a certain restless need that seeped from him, as if he needed this time with her more than she did with him. Then he moved his hand to her leg and squeezed, softly at first, then pinching the material of her jeans and the nylons beneath.\par
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.He spoke for the first time since she arrived, actually the first words either of them said at all, \par
" You didn't dare!"\par
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She swallowed, or tried to. This had been a bad idea. This small defiance of hers, this little game she was trying to play with him, maybe even the whole idea of meeting someone she had never even dated or met in person at a neutral place. She began to rise, but his hand on her jeans' waistband stalled her. \par
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"I see by your expression and apparent decision to cut your losses that you did dare and now regret it. Which do you regret, little Miss?? The daring to challenge the limits I laid out long ago, or the limits your life placed on you?", he taunted her. \par
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His question stung, as did his immediate placing her in the role, whether she was ready or not. As she thought about how she felt about the question and her answer to it, his hands captured hers on the couch's seat cushion and arm, where they had been braced to help her rise. He drew her hands up from the couch in his own, moving his fingers up the backs to encircle her wrists, caressing as he went. She shivered, wondering at his game. He simply watched her eyes, awaiting her decision to call a halt with the one word that would put an end to it all. \par
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When she said nothing, simply firming her lips and jutting her chin a little, he moved her hands behind her back, transferring them both to one of his, and reaching behind the cushions of the couch for something. When she felt the click of the leather cuffs on her wrists, she knew it had begun. When he drug her t- shirt up and opened her fron-fastened bra, she sucked in a breath as his fingers plucked at one nipple and his teeth nipped sharply on the other. The opposing sensations of soft stimulation and stinging ache sent conflicting messages to her core, both alarming her senses and arousing her sensual nature, dampening the silky material of her filmy panties covered in nylon.  That was the shameful secret she worried over now. When he undid her pants he would see her defiant show of thumbing her nose at his little pet peeve. She had gone so far as to cut the lower legs off the hose so he couldn't spot them under the sandals, but rather be surprised when she undressed. \par
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When she had made her plan weeks earlier, this part of the scene had not crossed her mind, that he would take control from the moment she entered the room. She had not considered that they would not make small talk and have a drink or two and then retire to the bedroom and undress where he would see her undress and laugh at her choice of extra underwear. She forgot that some men who scene were different and that sometimes the tension and readiness to play is so built up that the scene begins when your eyes lock and the door closes on the rest of the world. When those cuffs clicked she knew that her plan to get a few extra swats from this Dom she was trying out for a day was not what she would be getting.\par
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He lifted her beneath her arms, ordering her to wrap her legs around his waist, walking to the bedroom. She sighed in relief, knowing she would not be taken bent over the couch, forced to take him inside her and feel him before she got to feel his touch some more. Maybe even that would be outside the scene. Maybe he would simply take her to bed after he punished her. She did not know what he planned, as he had been vague. She had dreaded so many scenarios, and she knew he mentioned he was fond of bottoms and anal, but he HAD promised not to do anything past her hard limits. Still she was bound and alone in the room with him. Anything could happen to her. She felt the panic rise in her. She opened her mouth to say the word just as his own came down over it in a kiss, consuming her totally as he distracted her with his lips and tongue, his hands busy at her waist. He was undoing her belt and jeans snap, unzipping the fly of her pants. \par
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When she grunted in protest in his mouth, one hand moved up to capture her jaw, cupping her chin and forcing her mouth firmly on his own, while the kiss hardened possessively. He was now punishing her lips and forcing his tongue in her mouth to massage her own, ravaging her soft heated tongue and inner cheeks with his cruel kiss.Her jeans loosened and slid off her hips, aided by his free hand, sliding down her legs to pool around her ankles. Her groan of denial at how fast things were spinning beyond her control only seemed to bolster him as his foot stepped between her legs, forcing her own feet to dance as he stepped on her jeans and lifted her suddenly by the waist with his free arm. The jeans caught on her sandals heels for a moment, but he lifted her higher, still locking his mouth to hers, overwhelming her defenses and disarming her nerves as he left her in her forbidden panty hose and panties, t-shirt rucked up and bra hanging open.\par
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When he broke the kiss and stepped bac, she took a shuddering breath, her small breasts heaving as she saw his eyes narrow, his gaze on her legs and hips covered in the offending hose, colored the ugly brown of standard pantyhose. With a swift motion his fingers closed on the waistband of the pantyhose, stretching them and digging the edge of the seam into her skin as he ripped them down her legs, the tough material ripping a little as he dragged it none-too gently down her thighs and calves. She raised her eyes to his face, worried at the grim lines of his mouth and the set of his jaw while he lifted her feet and dragged the hose over her sandalled feet one after the other, tossing the tattered garment in the trash can beside the bed.\par
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With a smooth motion he marched her to the edge of the bed and bent her forwards, nearly making her stumble as she was forced to rest her head against the coverlet. Her hands were raised behind her, immobilizing her as his hand lifted beneath her bottom, catching the undercurve of one cheek before returning quickly to catch the exact spot on its twin chek to the other half of her ass. The rapid double sting brought quick tears and a sharp sob from her. His hand cupped her through her underwear from behind, parting her legs as it divided her cheeks and rubbed the soft lips and found her clit prssed against the dampened material.\par
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When she turned to look between her parted legs at his hand on her pussy, he pinched her thigh quickly, ordering, "Eyes closed and concentrate on what you are feeling. For the next while you are going to be a creature of just touch and sound. Your own cries, the sounds my hands make on your flesh, the sound of our bodies coupling, this is what you will hear. The feel of your arms straining and your legs trembling, your face pressed against the bed, and your bottom and thighs stinging beneath my hand, as well as your sex tingling and swelling and throbbing under my fingers plus around my own sex. This is your fate, and this is your reward. Your defiance has simply prolonged the prelude."\par
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Squeezing her eyes shut and shuddering as she tried to breathe with the panic his words were creating, she waited for long seconds as his hand simply rested against her labia, the tip of one finger pressing rhythmically against her clitoris, not in a soothing circle but simply pressing it as if it were a button, agitating her senses. When the hand moved from her vagina, she took in a deep breath, expecting another spank, but instead her panties were dragged down her hips, baring her bottom, cleft, and vulnerable pussy, which was soaking wet, dripping from within at the arousal his esy command of her had stirred, she felt a lone drop escape as her vulva was exposed, rolling down her inner thigh and flinched as his finger moved to capture it applying it to her anus, frightening her badly.He eased the tip of his finger just inside the rim of her bottomhole and ran it around and around, sending a strange sensation up her spine. This was unexpected  and not painful at all, making her even more ill at ease and worried he would sense her lack of reaction as a signal to violate her bottom. He chuckled at the expressions he saw dancing across her face as he teased her asshole, then stung her rear with four rapid spanks, from the center up to the very top of her ass crack.\par
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Her deep gasping breath, quickly drawn in, alerted him she was totally unprepared, caught off guard as she had been so distracted by thoughts of the finger at her asshole. When his finger drew down between her cheeks again, she seemed to believe the same pattern was about to repeat, as she relaxed her buttocks in anticipation, settling down on her heels from where she had lifted to her toes after the quick, sharp spanks. He smiled at her assumption, and took advantage of her relaxed state, spanking her now relaxed thighs, twice apiece in quick succession, causing her to dance up on her tiptoes. Her panties, which had been caughtbetween mid-thigh and her knees now slipped down to her ankles, almost making her trip as she danced from the stings, his hand going back between her legs and his fingers, two of them, slipping between the slipper lips of her cunt to stretch her open and slide on into her, filling her with his thick digits.\par
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.She whined in her throat as she stretched up on her toes, trying to escape his filling fingers, his thumb massaging and circling her clit, bringing her near orgasm at the overabundance of sensation she was fighting to keep from overwhelming her. She tried to catch her breath but the aire was just not there enough to prevent the feelings from rushing over her. Her first orgasm surprised her as he started pumping the fingers inside her quickly back and forth, he dropped her arms and began to stroke her stinging ass and thighs with his other hand and the tenderness and sexual stimulus flipped a switch she didn't know she had. Suddenly she was clutching his fingers with her inner muscles and grunting deep in her throat in rhythmic pulses perfectly in harmony. She was glad her eyes were closed and head was resting on the bed as her eyes were seeing stars and her head was swimming by the time it finished cresting.\par
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When she relaxed back to her heels again she felt his hands leaving her for a moment, then returning to her wrists and detaching one of her cuffs. When he turned her around and cuffed her hands in fron then spun her back to lean over again she wondered what was afoot. When he put his hand on her neck, and held her by the nape she really wondered if he planned to punish her more severely than before and was just holding her in place, but then a sound made her open her eyes in shock, and fear. The rustle of cloth alerted her to his shirt falling to the floor, but it was the sound of his belt that widened her eyes. It was sliding from his belt loops, and she didn't know if she could bear it, a belt on her tender bottom and soft thighs. She almost breathed a sigh of relief when she heard his zipper, then began to panic again and tried to struggle anew when she realized he meant to take her bent over standing up. No kisses, no warming up, just ravish her after spanking and bringing her to climax with his mauling hands. When she felt him knee her thighs wider and bend her farther down, she tensed, worried still he might push her past her limits and take what she was unwilling to surrender. She settled down a tad when the head of his thickened cock nudged open the lips of her still-wet cunt, slipping through the sweet juices she was soaking the tip of him with to seat inside the gates of her body, his hands moving now from her neck and leg to her hips as he lifted and adjusted her body til she was angled just so. With one stroke he slid inside her til he was resting his scrotum against her clit, the head of his cock wedged against the mouth of her womb and her body straining to adjust to his thickness, she whined in the back of her throat at the invasion that was so quick and ruthless, even though she was welll-prepared.\par
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With a lusty shout, he gripped her hips tighter, sawing his cock in and out of her vulnerably small, tight little body, feeling her shaking beneath his strong thrusts, her small breasts moving with each inward motion of his hips pushing his body into hers. When he heard her keening from the back of her throat with each of his strokes into her pussy, he knew she was beginning to feel some pleasure along with the stuffed sensation, so he upped the ante by stroking up the sides of her hips and smacking along her flanks, alternating sides and timing it to the backstrokes he was taking. She started tearing up sobbing again and keening in between her cries of outrage. She felt every stinging smack and was feeling so many conflicting sensation that it all became a jumble in her head, washing over her as her body became one pulsing entity of pleasure and pain intertwined and swirling together. Remembering it was safe for him to cum inside her she worried a little about what he might give her, since she knew there was no time to glove himself after his pants hit the floor. When her body robbed her completely of thought a few seconds later she had admitted by then she should have made him promise that, as well if she was going to worry over it. Her orgasm blinded her, and she knew because even though her eyes sprang open, thhe tear-leaking orbs saw nothing, not even her legs, just white sparkles as her body shook and her cunt clamped on him so tightly it wrung a shout from him, forcing him to still in her and flex his hips in rhythm, his own cum somehow being milked out of him by her inner muscles, though she could feel the powerful jets his body was providing her with of his sterile cum.\par
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She woke minutes later, her wrists aching and her thighs and hips, and bottom burning a little. Her pussy was a little tender and sticky, but that was a good thing. What she liked most was she was nude now, even shoes and shirt and bra. Her legs were draped on either side of his large body and her own torso was resting against his chest, her head tucked against his neck. He was watching her when her eyes looked at his face, she blushed a little, remember how she had given him so much of herslef so easily, and he had taken so effortlessly of her. But she had taken of him, as well. She had received his desire, his care, his correction and his safe-to-receive cum. It was a good trade, she felt. They were equals in this little meeting of the minds, and his hands rubbing a sensuous oil into her tenderized skin were gentle and soothing, no longer harsh and wicked. Today was a good day.     ~~~ End~~~\par
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Jason D\par
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