Anne Baxter was to find out the hard way that she never should have agreed to go out with the charming, attentive Tom. She'd met him for the first time earlier that week. Normally she didn't make dates with strangers. She'd agreed to this one mainly to spite her ex-boy-friend. But she'd never met anyone with Tom's strongly dominant nature. She'd fallen for this, and his dark, handsome good looks. She was also attracted by his easy-going manner, his quick dry wit, and his odd sense of humour.

Tom was a big city man, but he'd obviously been attracted by Anne's tall svelte figure, and her blonde, blue-eyed beauty. He seemed to know all the angles, and how to charm small-town girls and sweep them off their feet.

The whole evening had been fantastic. They'd had a superb meal in an extravagant restaurant, then Tom had driven Anne to a small exclusive club out in the country. The big Mercedes had impressed Anne no end. She hadn't been to the club before, and thoroughly enjoyed the soft music, low lights, tall cool drinks, and slow dancing.

She had no idea that Tom had dropped a very mild tranquilliser into her last drink, not to put her to sleep, just to relax her for what he had in mind for later....

 

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It was late when they finally left the club. There was no-one about as they walked in the cool darkness to Tom's car. Anne was surprised to find her legs were a bit wobbly. She was even more surprised when they reached his car, and Tom began to kiss her expertly. This went on until she was breathless and her head was whirling. She was surprised yet again when Tom held her hands behind her back. She vaguely felt him slip something soft round her wrists. He pulled it tight in spite of her queries and protests.

This was where Anne made her first mistake.

She didn't understand. Being so relaxed she didn't feel scared, thinking it was some sort of odd fun. Tom took no notice of her queries and protests, and she realised he was serious. She guessed she was perhaps going to have to pay for her mistake when he calmly turned her round to face the car and quickly looped more turns round her wrists, and tied them tightly.

For a few seconds, while Tom held her and unlocked the car, Anne waggled her hands, trying to get them free. And found she couldn't! She hated her hands being tied behind her back, and was suddenly too furious to be scared. She stood there, mad as a wasp on a window, and missed her chance to cry for help before Tom pushed her into the car. He got in, fastened her seat belt, then fastened his own.

Anne struggled as he drove but couldn't get her hands free. Neither could she get Tom to answer her questions. He just smiled and chuckled softly, which made her even more furious.

The car was parked in a quiet secluded spot, close to some trees. Tom helped Anne out, and then began to walk. He casually put his arm round her to steady her. She had no idea where she was, or where Tom was taking her but still didn't feel scared - she was too dopey and too furious. She was still waiting for some explanation, sensing there was something odd about the way Tom was treating her. There had to be some good reason for it, but she couldn't imagine what it might be. Her head was too thick and woolly from the pill he'd slipped into her drink.

What Anne didn't know was that Tom was one of her ex-boy-friend's pals from their college days. Alan had told him of their break-up, and why it had happened, largely due to Anne being stubborn.

Now Tom was doing them both a favour ...

'What do you think you're doing?' Anne asked, repeating her first question yet again.

'I've already done it,' Tom said, speaking for the first time.

'Where are we going?'

Tom chuckled, but refused to tell her.

Anne's annoyance amused him, which made her feel more furious and resentful. There was no-one about at that late hour to appeal to for help - not that Anne would have done this. She felt a fool with her hands tied behind her back, but she was too stubborn to advertise the fact that she was Tom's captive. Until she saw an opportunity to escape she couldn't do anything about this, but at the first chance she intended to get away. This was her second mistake - it hadn't occurred to her that Tom might not give her any chance to get away!

They approached a large modern building and went up a few wide steps to the impressive door. Tom unlocked this and they went inside. Anne looked round the large entrance hallway but didn't recognise it.

She didn't know they were going to the new flat Alan had mentioned to her just before they'd split up.

Tom helped her up the stairs. He unlocked the door of a flat, took her inside and switched on the lights.

'Sit there,' he said, pointing to a telephone table near the radiator in the compact hallway. Anne sat on the low table awkwardly. She was still fuming, and still trying to get her hands free.

'What's the matter?' Tom asked innocently. 'No need to look so annoyed.'

'Annoyed!' Anne snapped. 'I'm more than annoyed - I'm furious, damn it! I don't like having my hands tied, and I don't want to be here. Is this your flat?'

'It's not my flat, it belongs to a friend. I'll be leaving you soon, when I've calmed you down a bit.'

Tom smiled, leaned over her and coolly began tying her bound wrists to the radiator.

'What do you expect me to do?' Anne snapped. 'Are you going to leave me here like this? Whose flat is it, anyway?'

'I expect you to stay here, and keep quiet. You won't have to wait very long.' Tom ignored her last question.

'Do I have any choice?' Anne demanded. 'It doesn't seem as if I have.'

'No, you haven't,' Tom agreed, smiling. 'But don't look so worried. All you need now is something to keep you occupied for a short while.'

She nodded as if she agreed, but still felt very wary. She didn't understand, and she didn't like the confident way Tom was smiling at her.

He left Anne sitting there and went into the flat. She heard him moving about from room to room, then water running.

She began to feel very helpless.

Finally Tom came back.

'Everything's ready for you now,' he said.

'If you think I'm going to sit here with my hands tied to this damned radiator, you're wrong,' Anne snapped. 'Why are you doing this?'

'I'm going to make sure you stay here and wait quietly. I don't want you wandering off. If you're thinking you might get away later - forget it.'

'Oh,' Anne nodded, still wary. 'I can't wander very far like this,' she said. 'And I don't suppose I'll be able to get away when you've done making sure of me.'

'No, you won't,' he agreed. 'Here we are, and here you're going to stay for a bit.'

Anne was shocked. She hadn't expected Tom to leave her, but he apparently intended to. She guessed he was going to tie her up, and she hated the thought. The idea of being left helpless in the strange flat infuriated her, but there was no way she could stop him.

She felt sudden mild alarm, but all she could do was sit there and wait. She sensed that talking to Tom would have no effect. He wasn't the type to respond well to a woman's pleas.

'So, I have no choice,' she said. 'You're going to tie me up, then you're going to leave me here?'

'I'm not going to tie you up, but it will be better if you agree to stay. It will be easier for both of us - especially you. I owe a friend a favour and you're it.'

'What do you mean - I'm it?' Anne asked indignantly.

'I have a friend who wants to meet you. I owe him a favour, so ... here you are, and here you're going to stay.'

'Then what's going to happen?' Anne demanded sharply. 'Am I going to have to stay here all night?'

'No, of course not. You won't have to wait very long. I have a surprise for you, and you may even enjoy it. I think you may want to stay, later.'

Anne considered this for a few moments, then she said,

'Oh, all right,' and nodded agreement, as if she believed him. But she felt sure he was lying. In any case she didn't really understand, being weak and confused, and her head still fuzzy. But she knew she had no alternative. There was no point in making things more difficult for herself. Tom obviously didn't intend to tell her what the 'surprise' was.

She never even thought of Alan, her ex-boy-friend.

She felt the first real twinge of alarm when Tom smiled that wicked smile of his, as if he was sure now that she'd be no trouble. She sensed how dominant he was and hoped he wasn't as capable as he'd seemed, so far.

'Right,' he said, 'I'm going to untie your hands, then I want you to stand up and take off your clothes. I need to make sure that you - '

'No!' Anne interrupted sharply. 'I won't!'

She stared up at him with her mouth open - shocked! He'd spoken so damned casually, he obviously expected her to obey him. She realised that he wasn't joking - he was serious! Also, he was much more dominant than she'd thought!

'No?' he said, looking oddly surprised.

'N.O. - no! I'm not taking my clothes off! You can say what you like, but I won't - '

'If you don't,' he interrupted, 'then I will! But I'd much rather you do it. It's for your own good.'

'NO!' Anne glared up at him, shaking her head.

'This is no time to be modest, Anne. You'll be a lot more comfortable without your clothes.'

Anne thought quickly: he must think I won't try to get away without my clothes. If he leaves me here alone, at least I'll have some chance to escape - clothes or no clothes.

This was her third mistake! But she didn't know this, of course.

She nodded slowly. 'Okay,' she said. 'Untie my hands, then I'll do it, but I'

'Right,' he said. 'I'll enjoy watching you do a strip act. You've certainly got the figure for it.'

He walked to where Anne sat. She waited for him to release her from the radiator, but he didn't. He looked down at her with a wicked gleam in his dark eyes.

'Hmmm,' he mused. 'I don't know, now... it might be more fun if I do it for you.'

Anne stared up at him for a long moment. 'No, it won't!' she said defiantly. 'I can guarantee you won't enjoy it as much as you'll enjoy watching me!'

He chuckled as he untied her from the radiator. But he didn't untie her wrists. He helped her up, then he held her still with one arm round her shoulders and unfastened her jacket. Then he undid the top button of her blouse.

Her temper flared quickly. She certainly hadn't expected that from him!

'Oh!' she snapped, 'Stop it, you sneaky devil!'

She squirmed in his grasp, furious at the way he was taking advantage of her. He unfastened the second button of her blouse, exposing her bra and the soft upper slopes of her breasts. She tried to twist free, but found she couldn't.

'Untie my hands,' she snapped. 'Let me do it. I've already said I would. What more do you want?'

'I want you to ask me nicely.'

'Untie my hands, please.'

'That's no way to ask.' He gave her a little friendly squeeze, smiled, and undid another blouse button.

'Untie my hands, damn it! - then I'll strip for you! That's what you want me to do, isn't it?'

'Uh-huh,' he nodded. 'All you have to do is ask me nicely. I'd hate to think I may be forcing you into anything you don't really want to do.'

Anne glared at him through the stray blonde hair hanging loosely over her face. She didn't believe this! He was amusing himself by making her plead with him to allow her to strip, when she'd already said she would. He was showing his mastery, and all she could do was pretend to be submissive.

Again that small cold frisson of alarm ran through Anne. But she ignored the warning and glared at Tom with her jaw set.

Tom smiled at her, then he grabbed her round the waist, sat on the low table and slung her face-down across his thighs.

'What do you think you're doing?' she cried, squirming and kicking.

'I'm going to spank some of the temper out of you.'

'Let me go!'

Tom took no notice. He held her in place firmly, and raised his free hand.

'Ready?' he asked.

'NO!'

Anne began to twist and wriggle. She was still wriggling when Tom's hand came down with a sharp Smack.

'OW-w-w-w!' she wailed.

The sudden shock almost took her breath away, and the sharp stinging in her bottom-cheek made her clench rigidly.

Tom grinned, and did it again - Smack.

Anne gasped, 'AH!' and began squirming furiously.

Smack - 'Ooh! You rotten - '

Smack - 'Oww!'

Smack - 'Uh!' Anne grunted, too breathless now to yelp.

Smack -'Uh-mmmm!' she groaned softly.

'Now, will you stop trying to be awkward?' Tom asked.

'Yes! Let me go!'

'Not until you ask me properly!'

Anne shook her head stubbornly.

Tom raised her skirt, then her slip.

'Oh, no-o-o-o!' Anne gasped.

But Tom tucked her skirt and slip up under her bound hands, out of his way. She squirmed helplessly. He held her firmly, admiring her brief loose-fitting panties and the trim curves of her attractive bottom.

Anne instinctively crossed her ankles and pressed her knees together. Tom calmly yanked her panties down, almost to her knees.

She cried 'OH!' outraged.

He grinned, amused by her musky, warm-female aroma. While she was still gasping in dismay, he began to spank her again -

Smack... Smack... Smack... Smack... Smack.

Her bare cheeks bounced and rippled as Tom's big hand connected sharply with their pliable curves. Anne gasped for breath and squealed softly after each stinging slap.

Tom waited until she'd stopped squirming and gasping, then he delivered the final slap. This connected with a crisp Smack, and Anne wailed,

'No mor-r-r-re! Please, let me up! I'll do anything you say!'

'That's better,' Tom muttered.

He slid the shocked and subdued Anne off his knees. She kneeled, panting softly. She gave an angry yelp as he pulled her panties up over her reddened cheeks. He gave her a light friendly pat on the flank, then he stood up and helped her to her feet. She stood there looking confused, with face red, her eyes wide and bright, and her mouth open. He was fairly sure she'd had enough to make her more obedient.

'Please, untie my hands,' she said softly. She hesitated, then she added, 'I want to take off my clothes myself.'

'Are you sure?'

'Yes. I am now.'

'Are you certain?'

'Yes! Yes, I am! YES!'

'Then ask me nicely.'

'Please, untie me, and let me take my clothes off.'

Tom smiled, but didn't speak. Anne knew she was going to have to really plead with him. She wondered briefly why Tom wanted her to undress this way, when he could have used his natural charm to achieve the same result much more easily.

'I want to take off my clothes, please,' she lied. 'I won't be any trouble. Ple-e-e-ease, untie my hands!'

'Promise me you won't try to be awkward!'

Anne realised he was still playing with her; emphasising his mastery. She'd never been submissive in her life, but now she had no alternative. She nodded agreement slowly.

'I promise, I won't be any trouble, and I'll strip nicely for you.'

'And you'll smile while you're doing it? It's no big deal; nothing for you to look so shocked about.'

'I'll smile if you want me to. But why do you want me to undress?'

'You'll find out why, later.'

Tom turned her and untied her wrists without speaking. She stood with her back to him, rubbing her wrists. She was quite surprised at how weak and giddy she felt. Finally she stopped rubbing her wrists and clutched her stinging bottom with both hands. She arched her back, threw her head back, and took a deep breath between her clenched teeth.

'You can begin, any time you're ready,' Tom said.

Anne muttered something under her breath. Tom didn't catch what she said, but he grinned. She wouldn't be in the mood to be paying him compliments.

Anne began to undress reluctantly. She swayed her hips and shoulders as she slipped her jacket off, then she began to unbutton her blouse. She heard Tom doing something behind her, but she couldn't imagine what, or why.

'Just put your clothes on the table,' he said cheerfully.

'Yes, sir,' Anne said sharply. 'Is there anything else you'd like me to do, sir?'

'It sounds as if you've played this game before.'

'Yes, I have.'

'That's good. Did you enjoy it?'