Happy Saturday!
My
Saturday Spanks excerpt for today is an exclusive,
never-before-posted snippet from Raw
Silk. In this scene, Kate has asked Gregory for help in
thwarting an act of industrial espionage at the Bangkok company where
she works. They’ve met at the bar of a luxury hotel near the red
light district where Gregory’s club is located. Gregory promises to
come up with a plan, but he demands something in return.
The
black-haired giant kept his expression bland and pleasant, offering
no clues and no admissions. “I do feel that you owe me something
for my help, though—beyond the normal obedience that you owe me as
your master.” A flame kindled suddenly in his dark eyes. “Under
the table. Now.”
“What—”
Kate began to object, but his probing gaze silenced her. She glanced
around nervously, to see if anyone was watching. The bar had filled
up, but the patrons all seemed to be engrossed with their own
companions. Besides, the table Gregory had chosen was in a dim,
out-of-the-way corner. Without further hesitation, she slipped under
the table and rested there on her knees, awaiting his next
instructions.
Perhaps
he wants me to suck him, she thought, her heart beating faster.
Perhaps tonight she would taste his cum. She itched to go ahead and
unzip his trousers, but she knew better. She kneeled, hands in her
lap, and waited.
“Slip
off your undergarments,” she heard him say, a little muffled by the
table between them. “If you are wearing any, that is,” he added,
in a tone she knew was calculated to embarrass her. With some
difficulty due to the cramped space, she complied.
“Now,
lay yourself across my lap, with your skirt up around your waist.”
No! Not
here, in this public place! Yet even as her mind protested, her
body obeyed. He leaned back on the upholstered bench, away from the
table. She pulled up her skirt then wriggled up into the space he’d
made, trying to cause as little disturbance as possible. In a moment,
her abdomen and hips rested against the textured silk of his suit.
With some satisfaction, she noted the hard lump distorting the finely
tailored trousers. Meanwhile, her bare bottom was available and
exposed, just below the level of the tabletop.Her head and shoulders
rested, fairly comfortably, on the plush upholstery of the bench. She
buried her face in the crook of her elbow, as if, by shutting out the
visual world, she could insure that no one would see her.
They
remained still in this position for what seemed like eons. Kate was
intensely aware of her naked flesh. She imagined it gleaming in the
ill-lit bar like some secondary moon. Ghostly fingers seemed to be
caressing her buttocks, but she knew this was only the suspense
acting on her mind. Then came Gregory’s voice, soft and commanding.
“You
ran off last night, Kate, before the last act. I had planned a final
performance for you, with just me as the audience. Too bad. I
understand why you ran, without my permission, but I still need to
punish you. You understand that, don’t you?”
She
replied with a muffled assent.
“So
I am going to spank you, to teach you a lesson about obedience. It
won’t hurt as much as the cat-o’-nine-tails. However, you don’t
really know who will be watching, do you? There could be a crowd
gathered round, admiring the reddening fullness of your lovely ass.”
Kate
shook her head, still shutting out the light. Her pussy moistened and
her clit tingled. Merely by describing her humiliation, he could make
her hot.
She
had been expecting further commentary from her beloved torturer.
Instead she felt the sting of his palm on her skin. It hurt for a
moment, before the warmth spread across her flesh, creeping between
her legs. A second slap followed on the other cheek, then a dozen
more, until her whole ass burned, tender and alive.
He
stopped. She heard the accented English of the waiter.
“Would
you like another beer, sir?”
With
his left hand, Gregory spread her thighs and sank three fingers into
her drenched vagina. With his right, it seemed, he drained the last
of his beer mug and handed it to the waiter.
“Yes,
thank you.”
“And
your lady companion?”
Kate
wanted to sink into the ground. She had no idea whether she was
visible to the Thai across the table from Gregory.
“Will
she be returning?”
Gregory
worked her cunt with his fingers. Meanwhile, he pressed his thumb
against the tight muscles of her anus, seeking access. Her heart
beating wildly, she relaxed and let the thick digit enter her.
“She
went off to the powder room. Please bring her another gin and tonic.”
“Of
course, sir,” said the waiter. Kate could only hope he was gone.
Meanwhile, she writhed in Marshall’s lap, as he clenched his hand,
bringing thumb and fingers together. He rubbed his thumb against his
fingers, through the thin wall of flesh that separated her rear
passage from her forward one. The pleasure was so acute, she thought
she’d faint.
Her
orgasm began, deep, deep inside her, welling up irresistibly. Part of
her fought against it, unwilling to be so easily manipulated and
controlled. But there was no help for it. Gregory’s hand blazed
within her, urging her on, teasing, commanding. She stuffed her wrist
in her mouth to stop her screams as the climax raged through her like
a forest fire. Just as she was coming, Gregory roughly removed his
hand from her sex and rained a new set of blows on her raw buttocks.
This only fanned the flames.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
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