Begging For A Spanking
“Butch Domme, Femme Slut” Series, #1
Lula Lisbon
Copyright © 2012 Lula Lisbon
Cover Design Copyright © 2012 Lula Lisbon
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Begging For A Spanking:
“Butch Domme, Femme Slut” Series, #1
Jenna Bernsson nervously checked her lipstick in her small golden compact for the fifth time in as many minutes. It was still perfect, but the waiting really had her on edge. Her palms were sweating and her knees trembled under the fine linen tablecloth. Jenna played with the crystal wineglass on the table, wondering whether she should order a stiff drink before her date got there, just to steady her nerves.
She had been internet dating for a while and had been at the point of ennui with first dates lately, but this one was different. Two weeks prior, Jenna had signed up for a kinky dating site, and since she had some professionally-done modeling photos and a well-written profile, had gotten a flood of responses. To her annoyance, most of the responses she’d gotten had been badly typed one-liners, which really did nothing for her. When she’d finally gotten an intelligent, intriguing response from an older woman, she was thrilled.
The woman’s profile had stated she was in her mid-forties, and it was implied that she was in a position of power in her career. She was dominant in the bedroom, loved wearing latex and strap-ons, and playing the strict Mommy to bad little girls who needed a hard spanking. There were no pictures of her face, but from what Jenna could see, the woman’s body was long, athletic and lean. Jenna had been shocked by the bold language and taboo fantasies, but couldn’t deny that it intrigued her and powerfully turned her on. Remembering it, her nipples hardened to tight points, making her fidget in her finely-upholstered chair. Nervous, needing something to do with her hands, she minutely adjusted her sleek little princess-seamed black dress. Toying with the asymmetrical organza bow at the waist, she looked up when she saw movement across the dining room, expecting the waiter.
Ruby Velasquez strode with leonine grace through the expensive Center City restaurant, heads turning as she went, but she took no notice of them. She’s absolutely stunning in person, thought Jenna in awe. She looks fantastic for her age, and she’s obviously got confidence to spare. Ruby’s dark hair was cut severely – but very stylishly – short, and she was sharply dressed in a slim-fitting and obviously very expensive bespoke men’s suit. At a brief glance, most would probably mistake her for a man, but her dark, finely carved Spanish features and something about the way she moved gave her away as female.
In the two years since Jenna had come out gay, she had dated only femmes, thinking that they were what she was attracted to, but for some reason she’d always been left wanting something more. What that something was, she wasn’t quite sure, and left her confused about her sexuality and whether she really even wanted to exclusively date women. She wasn’t interested in naked men, but the way a man made her feel – well, that was different. She delighted in being pampered, being treated chivalrously and with respect on the streets, but being used like a dirty, fuck-hungry slut in the bedroom. She hadn’t ever met a femme woman who could make her feel this way, and it deeply saddened her after all the emotional pain she had gone through in her long coming-out process.
In Jenna’s hottest fantasies, she was humiliated and dominated by a strong, fierce woman, harsh and loving in turns. She wanted someone to order her onto her knees, to make her to strip, to punish her for her slightest infractions and to generously reward her good behavior with exquisite pleasure. She wanted to be grabbed by her long red hair and fucked from behind, to be spanked until she cried tears of pain, and then comforted at a creamy breast. She wanted… well, she wasn’t quite sure just what she wanted, but Jenna knew she hadn’t found anyone who could give it to her. Until, she hoped, maybe now.
Ruby looked around and caught Jenna’s eye. Jenna gave a small, awkward wave and smiled invitingly. Ruby nodded once and approached her table.
“I’m Ruby,” she said in a low, slightly accented alto, still standing. “I’ve been looking forward to meeting you, Jenna. I must say, you’re more beautiful than in your photos.” Jenna blushed hotly; a natural redhead, the only thing that lay between her frequent blushes and the world was a charming sprinkle of freckles, which made her look much younger than her twenty-four years. Ruby found that she quite enjoyed making this enchantingly beautiful girl blush.
“Thank you, Ruby,” murmured Jenna demurely, trying to ignore the tingle of warmth in her dampening panties. “I’ve been excited to meet you too.”
Jenna rose and politely offered her hand to shake, but instead Ruby took it, turned it over, and laid a soft kiss on the inside of her wrist; her dark gaze stayed intensely locked on Jenna’s wide sea-green eyes as she did so. Jenna inhaled sharply through her nose, knees turning weak.
“I… oh,” Jenna stammered, sinking slowly back into her seat. Ruby smiled knowingly, and Jenna suddenly felt like her dress was transparent. Taken aback, she wasn’t sure how she felt about this turn of events, but as Ruby sat down Jenna steeled herself, resolving silently that she’d at least give this one date a try.
The waiter came over, but before Jenna could say a word, Ruby ordered for them both. “The lady will have a Grey Goose Cosmo,” she said without arrogance, “and the usual Glenlivet, neat, for myself.” The waiter nodded and turned towards the bar.
Ruby looked at Jenna, and reading the unnerved expression on her face, said, “I remembered you said that’s what you liked on your profile. I enjoy ordering for a beautiful woman; it rather gets me off. I certainly hope you don’t mind?”
Jenna had always considered herself to be a strong, independent feminist. She prided herself on not needing help with anything and on not conforming to society’s traditional gender roles. If someone had told her that within minutes of meeting, this woman would so naturally be taking control, ordering for her, she would have bristled. But something gave her pause; in fact, something about it secretly thrilled her.
“No, that’s okay,” Jenna replied, “I don’t mind. I’m just not used to it, that’s all.”
“Well, I think you should get used to it. I tend to be quite the gentleman.”
Jenna smiled at the older woman, her body over-warm, a strange feeling inside her chest.
Ruby was obviously a regular here, as she knew the waiter by name and was familiar with the menu. When their drinks arrived, she ordered two dozen Canadian oysters, and a lobster tail for each of them. The conversation flowed easily, and Jenna found herself giggling at Ruby’s dry humor and appreciating her intelligent observations. The petite redhead was utterly charmed, and frankly, was feeling rather swept off her feet. When the bill came, Ruby took it without hesitation and inserted her black credit card, her manner quelling any protests Jenna would ordinarily have made. She had been a waitress in college, so she couldn’t help surreptitiously peeking when Ruby signed the slip and left a generous 40% tip.
As they were leaving, Ruby held doors for Jenna. All her little gestures of respect during the date, when combined, made Jenna feel ultra-feminine; she wondered at the commanding effect the taller butch woman had on her.
“Where are you headed?” Ruby asked. “My driver is around the corner, we can give you a lift home.”
“Queen Village,” said Jenna hesitantly, “but that’s not necessary, I can catch a cab.”
“Nonsense, it’s my pleasure.”
They turned the corner and Jenna was stunned to see a sleek black Cadillac limousine with tinted windows. Ruby opened the door for her, and Jenna slid in across the buttery-soft leather seats. She felt a little overwhelmed; whether it was the two Cosmos she’d had or the whirlwind of emotions, she wasn’t sure.
As the Cadillac pulled up to Jenna’s rowhouse minutes later, Ruby took her chin in one hand and looked deeply into her eyes.
“I’ll be thinking of you, and I mean to see you again soon,” she said honestly, pulling Jenna towards her. Their lips met, Ruby firmly taking the lead in the kiss; her lips were soft yet insistent, the point of her tongue slipping into Jenna’s soft pink mouth, flicking, testing, teasing. Jenna felt her nipples crinkling tightly, her secret pearl instantly responding. Ruby wrapped one strong arm around Jenna’s small waist, and she leaned into Ruby’s embrace like a candle melting in hot sun. The kiss was everything to her in that moment, and she couldn’t help moaning softly as her mouth was hotly ravished. She felt dizzy as Ruby pulled away, that same knowing smile from earlier playing on her lips, intensity in her dark eyes. She laid one last, delicate kiss on the corner of Jenna’s reddened, swollen lips, whispering, “Good night, sweet girl.”
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In her bed that night, Jenna’s mind whirled. She’d never felt like this after a first date, her whole body still tingling, and she tossed restlessly. Her body ached for more of Ruby’s touch, and the contrast of the woman’s explicit profile and her chivalrous manner that night had Jenna wildly enthralled. She ran her small hands slowly over her body, remembering the kiss, remembering the overtly sexual profile. Jenna’s nipples were tight, hard buds atop her generous breasts, and she relished the feel of them under her fingertips. She traced the hourglass curve of her waist and smooth round hips, running fingers over the hard point of her pelvis, down towards her soft mons venus. She gently caressed the top of her smoothly waxed bikini line, relishing the velvety-soft skin there, crowned with a small tuft of silky strawberry-colored hair.
Her left hand slid upwards again, cupping her breast, flicking its tight nub with one finger; her right delicately slid downwards, middle finger parting silken lips to slide through her generous moisture, which had been pooling there for hours. Jenna stroked the wetness over her erect clit, gasping with pleasure as her fingers circled it rhythmically. Again she felt Ruby’s tongue exploring her mouth, and she matched the movement of her fingers to the kiss. She pictured that tongue on her sensitive button, insistent, confident, relentless, and her breath came harder and faster as her body enthusiastically responded.
Jenna kneaded her breast, pinching the nipple hard as her other hand worked: faster, slower, faster, enjoying the feel of her baby-soft skin, her wet slit, the texture of hard clit and creamy pussy. She pictured Ruby in full-body black latex, of Ruby throwing her naked over that latex-clad lap, holding her wrists together behind her back with one hard fist as she administered a merciless bare-handed spanking on Jenna’s sweet young bum. She writhed in her bed, the fantasy crystal-clear in her mind, and with that, her orgasm exploded. Her body tightened, legs stiffening as hard waves of pure pleasure swept over her. Her cries of ecstasy rang loud in her ears, extending her passion, feeding into her passion. She could barely breathe, her hand working tirelessly, until finally the orgasm slowly receded, leaving her exhausted.
I haven’t come that hard since… well, I don’t even know how long, she thought dazedly. And it’s only been a kiss. As she drifted to sleep, she marveled at what Ruby had done to her with just a kiss… and what she could do, would do to her with much more.
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By Friday, Jenna could barely concentrate on the stack of paperwork at her desk job; Wednesday’s date had been constantly running on repeat though her mind. She kept nervously checking her cellphone, hoping for a text or call from Ruby, somehow paranoid that it had been all in her imagination, that the older woman wasn’t really interested. But at 3 pm exactly, she got a text from Ruby.