Monday, January 16, 2012

From the Top Shelf - Chance of a Lifetime

Getting a new erotica anthology* is always exciting. I quickly skim through each story, always on the lookout for the good bits that I can share with you here. Imagine my delight to find that the first story in the collection, Chance of a Lifetime by Portia da Costa, was completely devoted to our favorite pastime.

A young woman takes a temporary job as a cleaner for a marquess, and finds a stash of videotapes while performing her household duties in his mansion. She watches one and finds that it's a film of her employer spanking a woman. The scene excites her, she begins to pleasure herself while she watches, and her employer catches her in the act. He sentences her to a spanking - her first - which she both dreads and desires. She presents herself at the appointed time, and after some preliminaries, is made to undress.

"And now to business," he says briskly... "I think I'd like to bind you. Are you okay with that?"

Speechless, I nod like an idiot as he reaches down the side of his chair and pulls out a length of soft, silky cord. I feel it slide over my hip and flank as he turns me to face away from him, and then, bringing my hands behind me, he fastens them at the wrist.

I think that this is it, but suddenly he produces another length of cord and, pulling my arms back tighter, he winds it around my elbows, drawing them together.

"And now we really begin," he says softly, taking me by the waist and pushing me from between his knees. Then, settling himself more comfortably in the chair, and setting his booted feet more squarely on the floor, he nods to me, his eyes dancing with lights and a subtle smile on his handsome face.

I know what he's indicating. That I should assume the position.

It's difficult to settle elegantly across his lap with my hands tied, but I do the best I can, not wanting to disgrace myself. Even so, he has to more or less grapple me into place, setting me at precisely the right angle and elevation and disposing my limbs and torso in the optimum position to present my bottom to his hand.

I wait for the first spank. The first the first real one...the tap the other day was nothing, I suspect.

But it doesn't come yet.

"Mmmm..."

It's a low, contemplative sound, and as he utters it, the marquess gently cups my bottom cheek, testing its resilience... He grips me harder and I have this sense of some kind of computer in his brain calculating, calculating. How hard to hit. How high to lift his hand for the downstroke. How many slaps is optimum.

"Ready?" he asks, to my surprise. I'd expected him to just take what he wanted. He's in charge, after all.

And yet, is he? I bet if I said "no," even now, he'd immediately desist and help me restore my clothing to decency and propriety. But no way would I do that. I want what I want and it's what he wants too.

"Yes," I whisper, barely able to hear my own breathy voice over the bashing and thudding of my heart.

"Good girl."

And then he spanks me.

Oh, dear God! It hurts! It hurts so much.

What a shock! I'd expected a tingle, a little burn...something that's as much pleasure as pain.

Bloody hell, how wrong can you be.

It's like he's slapped me with a solid hunk of wood rather than his strong, but only human, hand. For a moment, both mind and bottom are numbed by it, but then sensation whirls in like a hurricane, I shout out loud--something indistinguishable--and my left buttock feels like it's on fire.

And that's just one blow.

As more and more land, I realize in astonishment that in that first shot, he was actually holding back...

The whole of my rear is very quickly an inferno, and the heat sinks like lava into the channel of my sex, reigniting the desire, the grinding longing I felt...

I know I should be quiet and still and obedient. I know I should just accept my punishment like a good little girl. Perfect poise. The perfect ability to absorb the punishment with grave and decorum...

I feel as if I'm going out of my mind, and yet I know, in some still-sane part of it, that I've never been happier in my life. Despite the pain and the strangeness and the sheer, unadulterated kink of what's happening to me, I know that this is where I should be and who I should be with.

And they live happily ever after.



*Naughty Bits 2 

From Hermione's Heart

12 comments:

sunnygirl said...

Wow, what a way to start a Monday morning.

Spanky said...

Thanks for this one! I'd love to browse your library.

SP said...

Wow, thank you for sharing this story. Very nice. I'll be back to explore your site more. :)

ronnie said...

I like this one Hermione, thanks. I hope you share more from this book.

Love,
Ronnie
xx

Quai Disciplines said...

I love to read about severe spanking where the first spank almost brings the woman to tears and makes her afraid of the rest of the spanking. Thank you for that. It's wonderful to know there are other writers' works out there that "understand" spanking in this way.

-Quai

Hermione said...

Sunnygirl - It would be even nicer if it happened to us for real.

Spanky - Sure. Do you have a membership card?

SP - Welcome! Please do drop by as often as you can.

Ronnie - I have a few more awaiting publication.

Quai - Welcome. It is refreshing, isn't it, to read something by an author who "gets it."

Hugs,
Hermione

Our Bottoms Burn said...

I am shocked to see such a naughty tale on your blog. Do you have any idea how many lasses will be diddling themselves to pleasure after reading this?

Dee said...

I liked this and hope you share more of it too Hermione :)

Dee x

Florida Dom said...

Thanks for sharing the story. Do you have more?

FD

kiwigirliegirl said...

best one yet Hermione, thanks for this :D xxx

Hermione said...

OBB = I have a pretty fair idea, and I hope they bookmark the page.

Dee - it would be my pleasure to share more.

FD - The top shelf is groaning under the weight of all the good stories.


Kiwi - I'm so glad you enjoyed it.

Hugs,
Hermione

Daisychain said...

Loved this story! Thanks, Hermione! xxx