Once there was a pretty girl who was pure of heart but sometimes just couldn't help being naughty. It was just her nature it seemed and got her in all kinds of trouble.

It came perhaps of having a body that always seemed to need more attention than it usually got.

Of course, as we all know, a body that needs attention always finds a way to get it. One way or another. Eventually.

One day, after an especially long period of inattention her body was being particularily uncooperative. At the most inopportune times she would get all hot and squirmy. During these times men seemed to flock to her, drawn uncomprehendingly to her down the invisible pathways of pheremonic allure and the wisest and most experienced of these men would know instantly upon seeing her just what she needed. They seemed to know, even before she did, of the erotic energy coursing through her body.

Of the dampening and thickening of pink tissue the tiny contractions and flutters of hidden smooth muscle.

After an particularily long period of the aforementioned inattention, one of these wise men arrived at her door a new client, there for a massage and reiki session. He was not an attractive man the way these things are measure today but filled with a confident energy and an appraising eye that shook her to the foundations of her soul. They shook hands and the pretty woman invited her new client into her home studio. She realized her hands were trembling slightly and at exactly the same moment she realised that he knew as well. In fact, she knew without knowing that he was aware of everything about her and at this thought she blushed and had to turn away.

The man took her by the shoulders and turned her back to him, gently but much too firmly to even think of resisting. Holding her still he bent down and kissed her on the cheek, so gently it might have been a flutter of a butterfly wing. Then, releasing her, she had to take hold of the edge of the table to keep from sinking to the floor her knees were trembling so much he asked "where do you want me and is this massage dressed or not?" At her blank stare he laughed and said "me silly, not you". She came to her senses with a small start, took hold of herself and went into professional mode, knowing all along how tenuous her grasp of that rationality truly was. In a small voice she directed him the space in her home where she did her work. She put on some music and indicated that he should get undressed and get onto the table under the sheet. She left him alone and waited in the hall way for the call that would indicate he was ready.

She used this time to calm herself and after the pounding of her heart had subsided realised how aroused she was. Reaching down between her legs she found herself teasing with excitement, her labia swollen and personal place distended with desire. Knowing she was falling past the point of no return she slowly slipped a finger between her soft edges and found it covered with her fragrant sippery slime. Withdrawing her hand she gently perfumed her body with her own arousal.

As her hand reached down again to start softly stroking herself she was startled to hear the man's voice calling that he was ready.

Embarrassed that she had forgotten herself she quickly opening the door and entered the room. She busied herself making preparations but when she looked into his eyes and she realised that he knew.

She blushed again and stood there, knowing that she should take charge, start the treatment. But she couldn't.

It was if his eyes had riveted her to the floor where she stood and as she stood there immobile she felt a drip rolling down the inside of one thigh she knew she would do whatever she was told.

The man had pity on her at this point and gently indicated that she should come and do what he was there for. As he put his face into the pillow ring she shook herself and walked to the side of the table where he lay. A shudder rippled through her body and she heard him chuckle. As she started she wondered how he could possibly have such an intimate knowledge of her at this first meeting but the challenge of the massage soon distracted her from erotic musing. For a small slim man he was surprisingly muscled and the muscles were tight with tension.

She was soon glowing with sweat from the work and a small thought ran through her mind that perhaps she wouldn't disgrace herself too shamelessly. As she finished working on his back she realised that her breathing was under control and she was herself again.

Then she told him to turn over. She positioned herself above his head, hands on his chest. Her fingers wove through his chest hair and when her fingers brushed across his nipples she felt him shudder slightly. It was her undoing. As her private part gushed she bent down and kissed him full on the lips.

He accepted her kiss and her tongue as she pushed it past his teeth with an urgency that surprised both of them and as she kissed him her hands snaked down his belly.

He was erect and radiated a desire that washed over them like a wave. His hands pushed up her top and cupped her breasts, found her nipples and pinched, hard.

She gasped and lost what little control she had left. Hiking up her skirt she climbed up on the table, on top of him, pulled aside her panties and grasping his manhood, thrust it into herself, riding him as if all the desire in the world had burst forth from her soul at this exact moment. The man lay mostly still letting this very pretty woman grind herself onto him. He quieted his breathing, stilled his body she didn't notice and exalted in the exquisite sensations of fluttering flesh weaving up and down his length. He controlled himself and let her have her first orgasm of their first encounter and then sat up. This broke her rythme and brought her back to her senses a bit. She slowed her movements and as she did the man put his hands under her arms and effortlessly lifted her off of him. He swung around and put her on the floor, leaving her standing disheveled and panting in front of him. He looked her up and down in a way that sent fresh shudders through her body and said in a stern and deep voice "you are a very naughty girl.

I'm here for a massage, not for you to use as a plaything without even asking.

" His voice rose as he said "tell me, do you play all your clients or am I the only one who doesn't get the treatment he came for?" He turned away, considered for a moment, took a deep breath and turned back to her. She was standing there frozen, her mind numb, her desire almost overtaking her while ferociously competing with professional integrity. The next thing she knew the man had taken a high back chair and sat down and was pulling her over his knee. She gave little resistance as he pulled her skirt up to her hips, baring her soft place, still slick and glistening with sex. In a calm voice he said "you've been a very naughty girl and if there is one thing I've learned in a long life it's that girls like you need some discipline once in a while. It's been a long time since your last real spanking hasn't it?' She replied in a small voice that it had and without another word he started. The first smack of his hand was startling, the sound like a thunderclap and an immediate sting from one buttock. Then the second, just as loud and on the other cheek. After that she soon lost track. He alternated timing and target she could never tell where or exactly when the next spank would come and it always seemed to take her by surprise.

Her bum seemed alive, writhing, clenching but never able to anticipate. She was sure her flesh was swelling and that it must be brilliant red by now. She was also aware that he wasn't punishing her anywhere near the force or intensity he was capable of, just enough to keep her arousal level high and teach her a lesson at the same time.

Part 2 of the story will have to wait, but suffice it to say that the punishment session lasted exactly 137 minutes from first spank to last and she orgasmed 4 times..

and then another 3 times in the 75 minute play session that followed. By Michael G. Brown also known as mgb420