A Comedy of Errors

Amid the rehearsals of The Taming of the Shrew . . .

 

"C'mere dear one," he said, in his most resonant tone of seduction. She was teasing him with her eyes, and he wasn't about to let her get away with it.

She was a bawdy wench, Lilith, with few morals. She knew that going to bed with this fierce and tender "man in tights" as she called him, would be heaven.

"You have to catch me first," she whispered, as she shook her head and her behind, with the same lewd motion. She turned and tried to scamper out of the dressing room, only to be hauled back by his strong hand.

"You're going no where, my pretty," he murmured, as he pulled her close. Planting his face between her breasts, he smelled the perfume of some sweet cheap toilet water and her sweat. He let the fragrance cover his face, as he moved from one breast to the other, from one exposed nipple to the next, as he pulled down the front of her 16th century costume.

She was oblivious, not even thinking, in some fairy dreamland, having his rough bearded face pressed into her soft home. She ran her fingers through his thick blonde hair, and simply moaned, throwing back her head as his nibbles turned into testy love bites.

"You belong over my knee, you little shrew," he charged, as he pulled away from her breasts, remembering who he was about to fuck.

"Ah! I'm not the shrew in this cast," she countered readily.

"Yes, but you're the one I'm taming, remember?" His hand reached down to the hem of her dress and explored inside the massive costume for her flesh, for her legs and thighs. The sumptuous feel of quivering womanly flesh was a treasure in his hands. He pressed his advantage to go deeper.

"You're taking advantage of me," she protested without pulling away from him.

"Of course I am, wench, you want it, don't you?"

"But you said you'd spank me for openers."

"And what's wrong with that? You'd be surprised how aroused you'll get."

He had her ass in both hands, her voluminous skirts were all over the place; but he'd captured the place he wanted: her round wide cheeks. He grabbed a handful of each cheek and squeezed hard as he parted her rear cleft, opening it for further exploration.

"Oooo, stop that! It hurts!" she said without using a smidge of complaint in her voice. She spoke in a husky soft melodious voice, that with little effort could carry for miles.

"You want more, don't you?" he charged.

"Hummmmm, we'll see," she murmured while she felt his hands feel their way around every inch of her private places. He moved with such grace, teasing where he never should have been. She hardly knew him, but she allowed him entry, and a whole lot more. She was not the kind of woman who could help herself. And he was the kind of man that would not easily stop.

 

When he suddenly pushed her away, she jerked awake from the dazed sensuality she'd succumbed to.

"You don't want me?" she asked, startled.

"Oh, I want you Lilith darling, but I want you on my lap, over my knee, bending kindly to my wishes." He smiled broadly.

"And it won't hurt?"

"Love taps, I promise, a nice blushing red, and you'll be cumming like a whore."

"Whores don't come," Lilith replied. She looked at him suspiciously.

"You want in my bed or not?" he asked, nonplused.

"You're a scoundrel," she charged back, though there was a magnificent smile on her freckled face, and her tousled red hair seemed to dance about her.

"You wouldn't like me otherwise," he said. "Now, come here, I need to lift your skirt and lay my eyes on that ass of yours."

She tittered like a school girl, blushing wildly, her cheeks a splash of red. She tiptoed to his side, and he proceeded to pull her over his thighs.

He yanked down the mountain of skirts.

"Hey, you'll tear the dress," she said.

"If I do, so what? It's my theatre."

He had a point, she thought, but she loved this costume.

"Just unhook the back, it will come right off," she explained, while trying to maintain her balance, and her aplomb as she teetered on his lap. He followed her instructions, and her legs and ass were quickly bared to his expectant gaze.

"No underwear? You saucy little tart, you're such a blatant slut," he said, seeing all that naked flesh in front of his eyes.

"I like to woo," she explained.

"You wooed me well, now for your just desserts."

"Not the main course?" she shot back.

"That comes later."

He eyed the fine ass for a long time, admiring the way it jiggled when he moved his legs underneath her. He liked fat asses like hers to spank. Hers wasn't really fat, but it was generous, voluminous, fleshy, lots to dive into. He needed this kind of voluptuary to maul. He liked women like Lil that loved the tease and the fuck as much as he did.

A quick strike, and there was the red imprint of his hand appearing in the middle of one white cheek. A second strike and another red imprint appeared on the second cheek. He spanked her with a liberal flourish, laying on good hearty smacks one after another, until all her fine rear flesh was a sweet pink.

"Oooo, you nasty bastard, this is beginning to hurt," she said without really being hurt.

"You like it though," he said. He continued with the spirited spanking, letting his sexual fires grow, just as his cock was growing too.

"What! You're getting off on this?" she exclaimed, noticing his rising dick as it pulsed against her.

"What did you think I'd do? Seeing your bottom like this is an aphrodisiac."

"You're a kinky bastard," she charged.

"I never said I wasn't," he agreed. He let his hand continue raising the color pink to red, until the sassy woman was squirming so much he couldn't contain his erection, or Lilith on his lap.

"What did I tell you," he charged sweetly, as he lifted Lilith from his legs and pushed her to the nearby couch. Drawing down his tights and pulling out a swollen manhood, he parted the waiting woman's thighs and found home, planting himself inside the succulent opening.