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Stormy Weather
(Helen Havens)

I couldn't believe what was happening and it was happening so fast. I'd barely known this guy. I had always revered him from afar, yet always had a secret crush on him that I'd kept buried deep down inside. All these dreams maybe were finally coming true.

 

But what was with all this submission and discipline talk? Maybe he was right, after all I was a woman now and if I were going to succeed in life, I needed to take back control. I needed to learn discipline. I trusted this man and he'd been so good to me today, why would he now be any different?



Besides, he was so gorgeous.



So I inched over and laid my head down on his warm lap. His thick hardened thighs felt so strong and comforting. I wanted to relax, but I had butterflies in my stomach yet was turned on all at the same time. 



My breasts were brushing up against his outer thighs and my pussy was getting warm and moist just being there. Were these feelings natural? Was I misunderstanding his intentions all along? Maybe he did just want to comfort me. God! I was feeling like a total slut for even thinking these thoughts. Uncertainty was racing through my mind. "I'm just going to go with it." I thought.



He took one hand off the steering wheel and began to stroke my hair. His touch was gentle, his confidence was reassuring and the way he stroked my hair caused me to relax.



Then his hand followed slowly down my spine until it reached the small of my back where it stayed. I was getting all tingly inside. Then his hand moved further down. My wide ample buttocks filling my pants began to get tense. "My god! It felt so good." His hand went to one hip then across to the other. He seemed to take pleasure in feeling the curvatures of my ass and hips.



My breathing began to get heavier and heavier. Then his fingers began to find their way between my thighs and moved higher up to the crack of my already hotter ass. God! I wanted him! I knew right there and then that I would do anything this man wanted!



Then his hand moved back up to the top of my pants and he edged their way inside.



"Unbutton your pants and pull them down." he said.



I looked up at him and saw the raw desire in his eyes. For the first time he looked at me with a desire in his eyes.



Without questioning him, I did as was told. I put my hands around to the front side of my waist, unbuttoned them and pulled them down to my knees. The only thing covering my exposed ass were my small black panties.



I could feel his eyes on me.



"Now your panties."



I put my thumbs around the elastic that were barely holding them in place and inched them down to where they also met my knees.



"Are you ready to learn about submission and discipline?" he asked.



"Yes Dan, I am." I said.



"Good."



Then he slapped his flattened palm on my ass, catching the curve of my buttocks, making fleshy cheeks shudder. He pulled me closer and spanked me again, harder, it sounded like a gun went off.



"WHACK!".



No one had ever spanked me before. My parents were more of a reasoning "friends" type. Maybe it was because they were so young when they had me. They had no one else really in their lives. I hadn't even met my grandparents. As a result, they had never laid a hand on me. 



I was a twenty-three year old woman and this was not a form of discipline I was used to.



He started to smack my shocked ass a little bit harder and it started to sting, but it still didn't hurt that much yet. I thought I could take more.



"WHACK!".



The next few spanks stung more. He seemed to really like it! My ass getting was warmed up, I began feeling incredibly turned on.



After awhile, he increased the strength of the spankings until I told him to please stop and that didn't work as he seemed to kick it up a notch. I felt the first really hard blow. This was what I hadn't been expecting, but the nice sharp smack began to sting really good. This was my first spanking ever and it was painful, but I loved it. He continued at that pace for awhile. My ass wiggled the best it could, but I was tightly confined between him and the steering wheel, and he was still driving! It was thrilling as I started moaning. Then a really sharp blow stung me hard and I let out a loud squeal.



"Should I stop, Lisa?" he asked me.



Afraid of disappointing him and the wicked way that I was getting turned on, I said,



"No. It hurts but I like it."