This is a story I wrote for an online friend, Allison. What do you think?

Email me at aatristian@yahoo.com
ALLISON SUBMITS

"A ripple of pure lust courses through me as I lower your pretty silk panties and I breathe slowly and deeply to calm myself. As I stroke your reddening bottom with the black leather paddle, I can feel the heat of your 'obedient' flesh. I smile as I note that the crotch of your panties are damp. Of course they are; a spanking is what you need so urgently despite the lady-like outward image you present. Once your business-like blouse and skirt are removed, your 'sophisticated' veneer is as thin as your silky panties. I raise the paddle slowly then bring it down harshly on your beautiful pink bottom. The yelp it produces is so very satisfying- I swell and harden in my tight jeans. Several quick smacks get your legs kicking and your bottom waggling provocatively as you try vainly to avoid the paddle. But still you lift your bottom submissively for more. This is what we both need, this dance of dominance and submission. Your girlish squeals are mixed now with the excited moans of a woman. I pause again to let my own lust subside, then sit down on the bed beside you and snap "Over my knee, girl! Now!!" You lie down gingerly across my lap, your face as red as your bottom. You look up shyly, appealing wordlessly for the mercy you don't really want and know you will not receive. I put down the paddle and stroke your trembling globes. My fingers slide slowly down your cheeks and between your legs. You feel my hardness beneath you and press against it wantonly. You murmur, "Please" as you lift your bottom high and part your soft thighs. My fingers glide across your wetness and tease the softness of your inner thighs. You gasp as you feel them caress your swollen labia. You are so very wet. My fingers slip between your lips and caress your aching centre as my other hand spanks your eagerly offered bottom harder and harder, faster and faster. My firm, hot cock is pressing into your belly through my jeans as you squirm and wriggle so thrillingly. I love the way you are surrendering to me so eagerly, lifting and presenting to my hard hand even though I know it must be stinging you so much. I fight the almost irresistible urge to push you down over that heap of lacy pillows and take you fast and hard from behind, to feel that moist silky tightness of your hungry vagina hold me in a grip of velvet. But later; now it is the time for you to learn to submit to me in a new way. My fingers slide deep into your tightness, first one, then two fingers pumping as my thumb swirls over the sweet nub of your clit (I long to lick and suck it's sweetness). You are pumping so hard I briefly fear for my fingers. The slap, slap, slap of my hand on your red cheeks is counterpointed by the moans and gasps of your rising, irresistible passion. Your lovely red bottom thrusts so sluttishly as my fingers do their work. "You are a bad girl, aren't you," I gasp. "Oh, god, YES!! Punish me!!" you shriek, as the first wave of your orgasm peaks and starts to break. My hand is writhing, trapped under your plunging, shaking hips. I wet one finger of my spanking hand and plunge it deep into your forbidden rosebud. Your whole body seems to grip and spasm around my fingers as you come again and again, until the waves become ripples and the moans become purrs. You slide to your knees beside me and wrap your arms around me, nestling into my chest. I hold you gently, stroking your face and softly kissing your hair. "Good girl," I whisper. You look up at me with tears glistening on your sweet face and whisper back, "Thank you, Sir."