MISTRESS KATRINA (F/F, D/s, Spanking) by Poppa Mark ============================================================================
Christine had met Katrina at a friend's party and was mesmerized by her. Katrina was different than any woman she had ever known. She was confidant and commanded attention as she drifted among the group of people at the party. She was dressed in a classic black dress, high heels, and her makeup was done in a gothic look. She took Christine's breath away. Christine watched Katrina sweep into the room as she drifted to a corner with a glass of wine and tried not to stare at her, but she couldn't help herself. As usual people pretty much ignored her except for the hostess Lisa who kept coming over to talk to her. Christine got Lisa to tell her a little about Katrina. "Oh she's a wicked one, that's what she is," Lisa said with a laugh. "She's got lots of money and lives all alone outside of town on the ridge." "Always wears black and has men slobbering over her but is seldom seen on a date." "They say she's real bitchy in a Dom kind of way!"
Lisa giggled again as the wine was affecting her now. "I do her hair and nails and we are friendly so I invited her." "I'm surprised she came because she's usually pretty private". "I hear she has some pretty wild parties in that big old house of hers but no one local ever gets to go and I'm dying to know what goes on up there!" With another giggle Lisa left as her husband called to her. Christine was hooked now as feelings she tried to ignore bubbled within her. Taking her wine she slipped out to the deserted deck. She could feel Katrina's eyes watching her as she left. She stood there alone looking at the stars as people came and went, speaking only when spoken to. Her shyness kept her from talking much and besides her imagination was occupying her mind. She thought she was finally alone and was considering slipping out and heading home when a hand touched her shoulder making her jump. Turning she found herself staring into Katrina's lovely face. "Oh, did I scare you?" her voice was almost a deep purr. She could barely speak but nodded her head and whispered "No." "I hate to see a lovely lady left unappreciated," said Katrina, "Do you mind if I join you"? "PPPlease do," she stuttered. Her cheeks felt hot with a blush and she was glad for the darkness. Katrina took over the conversation from there and Christine was surprised that she knew the bookstore she worked in well. Katrina had ordered books from the store where she worked, or hid as Lisa always kidded her. Christine remembered she had ordered some obscure erotic volumes in for her and blushed again as she realized what some of the subject matter was. She had read some of these with great interest after the store was closed and she wouldn't be disturbed. Katrina had carried the conversation, and without realizing it Christine mentioned about reading the books to her. "Really," Katrina said with a smile, "now isn't that interesting? Why don't you come over some day so we can discuss them?" She squeezed Christine's hand then slipped her a card with her number on it. "Let's get back to the party, shall we?" Katrina said, and taking her hand led her back into the crowd. She remembered little that happened after that except for Lisa asking her what they had been talking about for so long. "Oh books and stuff," she replied and ignored Lisa's raised eyebrow and questioning look. When she got ready to leave and said her good byes. Katrina gave her a smile and brushed her fingertip across the back of her neck. It sent shock waves through her and her panties were soaked by the time she got home. She rubbed herself to climax as visions of Katrina dressed in black and wielding the leather strap filled her mind. "Oh god, what's wrong with me," she wondered as she lay in bed that night. But that vision would not go away in the days that followed. Christine led a private life and preferred her books to most people. Certainly no virgin or prude she still dated rarely and found most men boring and crude. She always wore her hair up and used very little make up. She was told by the men she dated that she had a nice figure but felt her bottom was too big and her breasts too small. She almost always wore loose dresses and a sweater or jacket of some kind that hid her figure. The big glasses she wore instead of her contacts made her look like the classic image of a frumpy librarian. She was like the proverbial butterfly waiting to come out of
her cocoon. She read constantly and when she stumbled on an erotic novel about spanking and discipline she was fascinated and got extremely turned on. After that she searched them out on her off hours and found herself fantasizing constantly about them. At first she always thought of herself with a dominant male but when she read some books Katrina had ordered she found herself thinking about this dominant woman who had ordered them. The fact that she had now finally met Katrina she felt must be fate. In this small central NY town she never imagined she would have anyone she could share her fantasy with. Could Katrina really be the one? One Friday several weeks later she was working alone when the phone rang and Katrina's low sexy voice purred out to her. She had ordered some books and wanted to check on them. They were in and Christine found herself offering to bring them to her. This seemed to please her and Christine almost melted when she said, "I hope that's not the only reason you come to see me!" "How about tomorrow around lunch time," Katrina asked? She quickly agreed almost unable to speak. "Just drive right up, my dear," Katrina purred, " I'll be waiting." Christine hung the phone up with shaking hands and got no more work done that day. She spent a restless dream filled night and awoke Saturday to the sun shining in her window. She could barely contain herself as she drank her coffee and fussed about what to wear. The clock seemed not to move at all so she took a long hot bubble bath and then tried again to find something to wear. Her choices were limited as she wore mostly plain dresses and skirts to work. But not today she decided. She found a sundress she almost never wore because she thought it was too revealing. Just right for today though. Down at the bottom of her drawer was a sexy set of black bra and panties an ex boyfriend had given her but she had never worn along with some thigh high stockings. At one time they had embarrassed her but now she felt a naughty thrill as she put them on. She brushed her hair out so it fell over her shoulders loosely. Slipping on the dress and putting in her seldom worn contacts she went to the mirror. A stranger stared back at her, and a sexy one too she had to admit. She wondered what Katrina would think of her now. With a deep breath and the last of her courage she went to her nightstand and opened the drawer. There under some books was the leather tawse she had ordered some months before. Her attempts to use it on herself had only left her frustrated and wanting more. But would she have the courage to ask her, or would she even want to? What if she was wrong about Katrina and she didn't want to play? With these thoughts and fears feeding her nerves she headed to her car with the tawse in her bag. "We'll just have to see," she said to herself as she pulled out of her driveway. Katrina's house was just out of town set high on a wooded ridge. Taking the last dead end street before the city limits she headed to its end where two stone pillars marked a private road. She couldn't see the house just a well kept crushed stone drive that curved into and up the ridge with trees on
either side. She was surprised as the trees gave way to a large well-kept lawn and a large old brick house that overlooked the valley below. She noticed a high stone fence enclosed part of the back of the house. She didn't even remember parking the car and found herself standing at the door. She took a deep breath and rang the bell. The door opened and a short dark haired pretty lady wearing black leggings and a white blouse said, "Hi; I'm Mary, " with smile, her blue eyes twinkling. "She's waiting for you next to the pool, follow me, please." Christine admired the beautiful old house as she was led through it wondering what was behind the closed doors. She also found herself watching Mary's round bottom encased in her black leggings as she guided her through the house. She wondered how her tawse would look against those firm fleshy globes. She was led to the area inside the stone fence where Katrina sat at a table next to the pool. She rose as Christine walked over to her and took her hands and kissed her on the cheek. Stepping back she said admiringly," you look positively gorgeous!" Christine blushed at her touch and compliment. Sitting down Katrina offered and poured her a glass of wine. There on her sunny flag stone deck they sipped wine and talked. Christine could not remember later what they talked about but soon an hour had gone by and Mary had appeared with a light lunch. She realized she was starving, as it was set before her. "Thank you Mary," said Katrina," I think that will be all for today." Then a strange thing happened, Mary half turned and seemed to push her bottom out slightly and Katrina gave it a loud SLAP and with a wink towards Christine, Mary left. "My housekeeper," said Katrina, "such a sweet girl, " never mentioning the slap to her bottom. Christine ate listening to Katrina but that little slap had electrified her and she could barely answer her questions. Katrina was looking at her appraisingly as they finished and she could think of nothing to say when she remembered the books in her canvas bag. "Oh I'm sorry Ma'am I forgot your books," she said and pulled them out and handed them to her. Katrina took them while looking at her with a raised eyebrow. "Such respect for someone untrained, you certainly have been reading haven't you?" "Yes ma'am," she said, feeling her blush darken. She could barely keep her hands from trembling. "Do you know what a Dominatrix is my dear," Katrina asked in her low purr. Christine could only nod her head yes. Sliding a paperback book to her showing a girl bent over with a woman dressed in black swinging a strap on its cover, "does this interest you," she asked? Again she could only nod yes. "Do you see yourself on the cover?" Closing her eyes for a second she could see herself there. "Are you the one standing or bending over, my darling?" Taking a deep breath she forced herself to look at Katrina she said, "I 'm the one bent over!" With a delighted chuckle Katrina said, "I've thought of you like that ever since I saw you for the first time at the party." "Have you ever played like this before?" "No," Christine said, "not yet" . Katrina looked for some moments at her before asking, "Why did you come here today?" "It wasn't just to deliver my books was it?" Unable to speak and barely able to meet her eyes, Christine reached into her canvas book bag and pulled out her tawse and offered it to her. Taking it from her, Katrina rose and came over to her. Lifting her chin with a finger she asked. "Ever made love to a woman before?" Flashing back to her experiments with her college roommate Christine said, "Once, along time ago." "Did you like it," Katrina asked? "Yes, very much," she whispered. Katrina kissed her then. Christine was surprised at her own passionate response to her kiss. She was pulled to her feet and Katrina asked her "would you like to feel what it' s like to be my slave?" "Please, oh god yes," she replied! "Follow me then my pet," said Katrina and she led her in to the big house. She followed her through the house till they came to a locked door she opened and stepping back she motioned her through. Christine was in a large darkly paneled room with deep carpeting and no windows except for a skylight. A straight back chair and an overstuffed armchair sat against opposite walls. A wooden A-frame with a heavily padded top and straps and buckles hanging off it in various places was near the center of the room. A flat short bed sat to one side with a large bolster in its center and more restraints fastened to it. She realized that her head and ankles would hang off the ends of it and was tempted to lie upon it to see how it felt. Paddles of all shapes and sizes hung from the wall along with crops, canes, and straps. A large mirror was in front of the A-frame and Christine saw herself looking like a kid at Christmas in its reflection. She turned to Katrina who was looking at her with a small smile on her face. "Well my pet," said Katrina, "is this what you want?" "Are you ready to play?" Christine looked at her standing there holding her tawse and knew that what she wanted more than anything was to give herself to Katrina and feel its cruel kiss. "Please Ma'am, I want it but could we start slow?" Katrina laughed and said, "of course my dear, I always bring a new slave along slowly!" Not knowing what to do next Christine asked, " How do you want me?" She felt a delicious thrill of fear and excitement when Katrina told her in a much firmer tone, "naked!" Christine fumbled with the buttons on her dress and after getting them undone she slid it to the floor. She stepped out of it and was reaching down for it when Katrina grabbed her arm and said," Stand straight and put your hands on your head"! She did as she was told and Katrina walked around her running her fingertips over her bottom, up her spine, then lightly over her bra and down her belly. She shivered at her touch, her skin tingling in anticipation. Katrina picked up her dress and laid it on the armchair all the while looking at her. Holding her hand out she said, "Give me your bra"! She quickly unfastened it and slipped it off. The room was quite cool she noticed as the air hit her erect nipples. Katrina placed the bra with the dress and stepped over to her and gently pinched each nipple. Christine arched her back as she squeezed and pulled them, a low moan coming out of her when Katrina let go. Katrina stepped back and pointed to the A-frame, "Bend over that"' she said firmly! Christine felt like she was in a dream as she walked over to it and draped herself over it's padded top. Katrina knelt in front of her and fastened her wrists into padded cuffs. Standing she fastened a wide strap over her back and when she tightened it Christine felt her bottom being forced up and out. "Such a pretty thing," Katrina purred as she slapped her panty-clad bottom. Christine pulled against her restraints at the first slaps. She shivered in dread and delight as Katrina pulled her panties slowly down and off. Now only her stockings were left and she felt totally exposed and vulnerable. "Spread your legs apart," Katrina ordered, and Christine slid her ankles wider fully aware of the view she was giving her. Quickly her ankles were cuffed and she was totally at Katrina's mercy. She gasped softly as Katrina ran her long nails from the tops of her stockings and over her vulnerable bottom. Up and down each cheek and thigh with her long lacquered nails bringing her nerve endings to a highly sensitive state. She was unaware that she was whimpering at her touch because she was so lost in the sensation. Her whole being was focused on her bottom and what was soon to come. She felt an almost physical need to be punished now; she ached for it. Katrina it seemed, was well aware of the effect she was having on Christine and purposely drew out her anticipation to increase the effect of her punishment. It wasn 't enough for her to just submit, Katrina seemed to want her to give herself completely over to her! Katrina must have felt she was ready now and placed a hand on her back and delivered two sharp spanks to each cheek. Christine gave a soft gasp and rolled her hips. Katrina smiled at her reaction and gave four on each cheek in a steady slow rhythm. She stroked the firm round flesh briefly then began an uneven rhythm of spanking till her white cheeks turned pink. Christine was experiencing her fantasy for the first time. She was helpless and exposed at another woman's mercy. The spanking stung and burned but the pain was far from unbearable. Instead she craved more even as Katrina increased the speed and severity of her spanks. Her sex was as wet as her cheeks from the tears that ran from her eyes. When Katrina stopped her groan was from disappointment. She wanted more! Her cheeks were deep pink and she wiggled against her restraints when she stopped, thrusting her bottom out for more. She let out a low deep moan when Katrina lightly dragged her nails over hot red globes. She shuddered when her fingers slid over her now dripping sex. Katrina then ran her hands over each cheek followed by two hard fast SMACKS! The skin felt electrified from her touch, nerve endings tingling. Katrina stepped away and she craned her head around to watch as she selected a thin oval paddle with a fairly long handle. "Lexan wrapped in leather my pet"' she purred. She wiggled it up and down and Christine could see that it was flexible somewhat. The oval end no bigger than a mixing spoon. " This will bring your pretty bottom to a nice polish," she said, "Prepare it for the tawse." Christine gasped as she rubbed the cool paddle over her warm cheeks. She began to clench and release her bottom in anticipation as she felt the paddle rub over her cheeks Katrina made her wait as she rubbed and tapped it against her making her rock against her restraints. SMACK, SMACK, the first two burned each cheek. The pain went to the next level as she delivered another six, covering her whole bottom. She then rubbed the paddle lightly over her whole bottom sensitizing Christine's already tender cheeks. Katrina then delivered two-dozen more slow firm strokes. She yelped at each impact and pulled against her restraints wiggling her bottom as much as she could. She kept pumping her bottom long after the last blow fell. Christine looked over her shoulder with tear filled eyes to see Katrina watching her with a small smile. She took a cold damp clothe from a bowl and rubbed it gently over her hot burning bottom. Christine gasped at the contrast in sensations the cold cloth caused. When Katrina's fingertips slid over her sex she moaned in desperation, aching for relief. Katrina then took a dry soft cloth and gently patted her dry while murmuring her appreciation and encouragement to Christine. Christine was beyond words and could only moan and sigh at the attention being given to her bottom. It was so much more intense then she had ever imagined it would be; yet she had not yet reached her limit and wondered how much more she could take. She needed and wanted to know how far she could go. She had given herself over to the moment and her whole being was focused on her upturned bottom. Katrina had stopped soothing her and she looked over her shoulder to see what she was doing now. She moved to where Christine could see her and was holding her tawse and had a little smile on her face as she tapped it against her hand. "You brought this to me my dear," Katrina said softly, "Are you ready to feel its kiss?" Christine took a deep breath and looked straight into her eyes. It had all come to this moment for her, there was no turning back for her now. The burning pain on her bottom had gone straight to her sex and awakened a hunger she had tried to deny for to long. "Please," was all she could manage to say. Her every fiber was focused on her up- thrust bottom and her dripping sex. She pushed her bottom out towards her as she stepped from Christine's view. The leather fell softly over her bottom and felt cool to her skin. Then it was gone as Katrina stepped back and raised it over her shoulder. THWACK it slapped hard against her cheeks pushing her forward against the restraints. THWACK this one came underhand and hit her where the thighs and bottom met. This sent shock waves through her sex and had her howling as the pain burned in. She fought to process the intense sensation of the two burning bands on her cheeks when another landed between them, THWACK yet again. Three more times the strap fell, more spaced out but just as hard. She gave in and hung limply sobbing over the A-frame. Then Katrina was kneeling by her head and wiped her nose for her. "There now my pretty pet," she soothed, "it's all done and you did fine." She then stepped from view again and then Christine felt her tenderly rubbing cool lotion into her burning, welted, cheeks. It felt like heaven to her. Still totally at her mercy Christine began to moan her appreciation. A fingertip split her wet sex and she shivered in delight. Still restrained she gave in to her lust and pushed back towards Katrina's gentle fingers. She moaned with disappointment as they left her only to shiver in delight as they were replaced by warm breath and soft caress of Katrina's lips. Her probing tongue soon brought her to a shuddering climax and she collapsed over the A-frame totally spent. Katrina unfastened her and helped her to her feet. She hugged her as the blood rushed from her head and she regained her senses. They stood wrapped in each other's arms for some time trading soft kisses. "Happy my dear," Katrina asked. "Yes," she answered, "for the first time in a long time." Christine realized that this was true as she looked into Katrina's eyes. Sliding to her knees in front of her she asked her "may I?" and slid Katrina's panties down. Even as she brought her to a shivering orgasm Christine was thinking about her next time, her next submission.
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