"Yep, just for you and your ass. Come on, let's get going."
"Where to?"
"My place, naturally." He started the car and began to pull away. "You can change right here."
Change?
Here?
In the car?
While driving through campus?
Why the hell not?
I undid my jeans and wiggled out of them, and remembering last time, I tossed them in the back seat and got my panties down and off, too. They joined my jeans in the back, and that time I was sitting with the bottom half of me bare for the world to see.
It was great.
My ass, my soon to be paddle warmed ass, was making great contact with the leather seat of the Vet. God, what a feeling.
But it didn't compare with the feeling of my entire hips being wrapped in supple leather that clung to me like a second skin. In other words, it fit perfect. Especially for what I had in mind to do while wearing it.
It seemed like it took forever to reach his place as I squirmed and twisted and dreamed. But we did finally arrive and he pulled into the garage.
That was it. I could wait no longer.
I jumped out of the car, closed the door behind me and walked to the roasting hot hood and leaned over. My ass up. My legs stretched as wide as the skirt would allow My pussy almost as hot as the hood my hands were on.
"Do it now. Right now. Right here."
Jason smile at me through the windshield, reached under his seat, where he had again put the paddle, and slowly got out and walked around.
"I like a gal who isn't afraid to state her wishes. Hang on tight, because here it comes."
I wiggled my feet and tried to grip the highly polished hood, to no effect, as I heard the distinct sound of the paddle whistling through the air. And coming at my offered, leather covered ass.
Crack! was heard all around the garage. AND felt in my leather covered ass. I couldn't help my squeal of pain as the cracking pain dug in deeply. Not that I moved away or anything. But I did squeal and yell, "Yyyesss aahhh yeesssss dooo ittt."
And did he ever do it. He laid into my ass with a vengeance that set my tits to bobbing on my chest and waving over the red polished hood. I could actually see them in the polished reflection. And I sure as hell could feel the effects of the landing paddle as Jason hit me again and again as the sounds rolled around me in a never ending wave of pain and lust.
It is a very special sound. The sound of wood striking a leather covered ass. And did I ever love it. The sound, and the pain that it generated in me. I didn't really count the number of times he hit my bouncing ass, but whatever the number, it was enough.
Because I was fucking coming.
Right there. Leaning over the car. Getting m leather ass paddled, coming. Until finally my legs deserted me and I kind of slithered to the cement floor.
"You had your fun, now it's time for mine. Come on, let's go inside."
Inside?
Oh, yea. Inside his house.
I got my legs under me and somehow they did function in the time honored way and carried me forward as we entered his house and began to make our way to his rooms.
You want to know something? You can feel all of your ass muscles moving after getting a spanking. But don't take that as a complaint. Because is sure isn't one. Just a statement of fact.
"Oh," I said as we walked into his room and found a man standing on the other side. "Aah who is he?"
"Charles? He's my valet. Why?"
I had a sudden thought and decided what the hell, I'd act upon it to see just what kind of relationship Jason and I would have.
"Well, I aah think he's cute. Think he could be persuaded to do it too?"
"Do what?"
"Why paddle my ass, of course. What did you think I meant?"
"I wasn't sure. Which of course is why I asked." Turning to look at the other man, he added, "Cute?"
"Cute." I wasn't about to be talked out of it. He was cute. And I wanted him to paddle my ass. "Will he, do you think?"
"Aha Charles?"
"Yes, sir?"
"Would you do this lady a favor?"
"Of course, sir. What?"
"Take this," he held out the paddle he was carrying, "and paddle her ass for her?"
"My pleasure, sir. Here?"
They both looked at me. I had my answer ready. "No, over there," I pointed to the suede chair I had been over before, "so I don't have to worry about standing. OK?"
"That will be fine, miss. After you."
I like men with good manners.
I preceded them to the other side of the room, where I promptly draped myself over the back of the chair again. But this time I was going to get a hot, well hotter, ass complements of his damned valet.
"Ready, miss?"
"Whenever you are. Paddle away."
I dug my nose into the chair and breathed in a lung full of leather scent as Charles the valet slammed the paddle into my already paddled ass. And I did the only thing I could.
I came like a fucking bull turned loose with a herd of cows in season.
Dear Charles hit my leather covered ass a good dozen times before I requested him to stop, which he did immediately.
Then it was time for the final ingredient.
"Aaah Cccchharles would aah you pleassse aaah raise my skkirrtt for meee?"
"Surely. My pleasure, miss."
That was a very snug fitting hunk of leather that took a bit of tugging to pull up, but it did pull and my hot ass was kissed with cool air, as I turned my head to Jason.
"Ooonnnee aa reaal goooodd one, so mmyy asss has the worrrdds on ittt."
Jason raised his eyebrows at my request, then turned and took the paddle in his hand. Stepping to my side he got a good firm stance and SLAMMED it into my ass.
I wasn't real sure that the words would be legible, but I sure as hell felt the burned ridges they formed on the surface of the paddle as my pubic bone crashed into the back of the chair and I screamed my blood, damned head off and came yet again.
"Oh, a very good one, that, sir."
"Thank you. I believe that will be all for now"
"Yes, sir. Have a very pleasant evening."
"I'm sure I will."
"So am I, sir."
Chapter 3
"Know what I've always wanted to do, Jason," I asked him on our next date, as I had been thinking a whole lot about what I really wanted when it came to this pain stuff.
In fact, I hardly thought of anything else. It took up a lot of my time. That, and of course, Jason.
"No. What?"
He pulled me to him and gave me a real good hug as his hand slid down to squeeze my tit as I leaned into him and let him have free access to whatever her wanted to play with at the moment.
"I've read all of these crazy books and magazines, you know adult type junk, well, anyway, they all rave on and on about New York City being the mecca of painful porn. Is it true? Can you get anything there? Are they as free as everyone makes them out to be?"
"Well, ah sure. I've been there several times and I'd say that was a fact. Why? What's cooking in that brain of yours now?"
"A shopping spree."
"Huh?"
"A shopping spree, with your money of course."
"Of course. Why can't you shop here?"
"I'd be lucky find a dildo in this town and believe me, I have much more than that on my shopping list."
"Oh, and just what is on this list of yours?"
"Well, that's half the problem. I don't really know what all is available. Which of course is why I want to go to New York. Here, let me show you."
I dug into my purse, where I had stored, a real sleazy adult magazine that was into the leather and pain scene. Granted, the quality wasn't all that great, but it was good enough to make my twat hot and wet as I flipped through it.