sweetlittleone

a friend wanted me to write something "fun" to him, and i didn't know what to write...so this is how my mind wandered:

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I walked into the hotel, the envelope with the roomkey in hand, the one he had sent me through the post. He was staying here for business for 2 weeks, and sent me his 2nd key. Along with it was a letter that read,

"As soon as you get this key, come to the Ramada on 42nd street. I want you to leave as soon as you get the key, and you should be at my room no later than 5. Don't look nervous, or the ladies at the counter will be suspicious of an unwelcomed guest. Come straight to my room (387), and wait for my arrival. I hope you are wearing something you know I will like. - Sir"

I was dressed in a pleated black skirt, high heels to excentuate my strong legs, a red lacy bra, with matching thong, a white tank top, and a tight white, almost seethrough blouse. I walked in with my head held high and nodded and smiled at the woman at the hotel desk, as if I was a regular customer. She just smiled and waved as I continued to the elevator. I stepped in, next to another man, whom I noticed gave me the look over and smiled at me. I politely smiled back, pushing the 3rd floor button. Standing in the elevator, my nerves multiplied with time. As the 3 button flashed and dinged, and the elevator doors opened, i hesitated, wondering if I still wanted to follow through. At the last second, as the doors began to close, I quickly jumped through, mad at myself for even doublethinking it this far ahead in the game. As i jumped through, the man had done the same. He had been politely waiting for me to step out, but the idiot I was, I didn't budge...and now squished up against him between the 2 elevator doors. His hand "accidentally" grabbed my boob as he reached for the elevator door to try and hold it open for the both of us. When we were both free, I quickly apologized, my face flush red, and I could feel my hands and feet clammier than ever. He simply smiled and laughed, "It's okay, love, don't worry about it." I smiled and apologized again, and quickly paced off through the hall in avoidance.

I glanced at the key number written on the card, and headed in the direction. The numbers got bigger, and my steps quickened. I was walking so fast now, I almost passed it. I paused in front of it finally, took a deep breath, and slipped the card through. I opened up the door, and the room looked like it hadn't been touched. The beds were neatly made, the curtains of the deck pulled open. There was a simple briefcase on the floor, and a small luggage case as well. I looked around just a little, in case I might find any other hints of his presence, but there were none. I set my own handbag on the kingsize bed, and walked to the deck. The view from the deck was so beautiful. It overlooked the beach to the lake, where a couple was walking hand in hand along the shore, and an occassional runner with their dog jogging past. I opened the door and stepped out onto the deck where there was a white chair set out for the guest to sit and look out. I looked to the left and right of me, and a couple of people were out doing the same as me.

I grabbed hold of the wood in front of me and piered down, when I felt a handful of my hair suddenly grabbed and yanked back. i was about to let out a scream in both fright, and surprise, when a hand was pulled over my mouth. "you're late" he whispered, and he pulled me into the room abruptly. I was turned around, and was facing the tall suited man from the elevator. Had I left the door wide open? I grabbed for both his wrists with my hands, in attempt to free myself, but my hair was only pulled harder, forcing my head to the left, and his other hand reached for my throat, forgetting the 2 words he mentioned only moments ago.

He chuckled, "Are you fighting me, slut? You're already in trouble for being late, and now you are resisting!" He tightened his grip on my throat, and I looked into his eyes fearfully, his staring right back hard. It was then that I realized...the man from the elevator was Him. He never did give me a photo of himself, only that His presence would be obvious to me, and i'd know. I felt like a fool now. As i realized this, my hands relaxed and i dropped them to my side. Once i did, he let go of my throat, but held a good grip on my hair yet.

I whispered, "i'm sorry, Sir"

He smiled, chuckled a little to himself again, then pulled my head to his by my hair, and kissed me hard and lustfully. I kissed him back, surprised at hte lack of sloppiness considering how hard and fast he was kissing me. He finally let go of my hair, slowly, and then grabbed hold of both sides of my neck and kissed me deeply now, more passionately. My body gave in so easily, and we stood there kissing for a good 5 to 10 minutes. Finally he pulled away and glanced at the time. "What time is it, dear?"

I looked to the side, and gulped nervously. "Quarter to 6, Sir."

He grabbed my hair roughly again, pulling my head to the side, and moved his face closer to my ear, "That makes you late, doesn't it slut?"

"Yes, Sir' I said softly.

He let go, roughly, and pointed at the bed. "Hands on the edge of the matress."

I didn't hesitate, and walked over to the bed, bending over with my hands holding the top edge of the mattress, noticing how much my ass really stuck out towards him now...and waited.

"It's only the beginning, and you can't manage to follow your first orders." He let out a sigh. "What am I going to do with you, little girl?"

He raised my skirt, which was now tight against my upper thighs and ass, peeling it over my bum cheeks, grabbing it and feeling it, soothing my ass a little, until I felt a sharp smack and a minor sting on my right cheek....then the left cheek. "Somebody's going to learn to be a good bitch, aren't they?" He asked, not sure if I was really supposed to answer.

My ass continued getitng spanked...each one hurt a little more due to the sting of the previous, and soon my body couldn't help but twitch, and I let out little groans of pain. Finally he stopped, and said, "okay, otherside." and my eyes widened in shock and fear.


To be continued....