Sian was trouble, even she admitted as much.
“Who’s that woman?”
“That would be Sian and believe me she’s trouble.”
“Trouble with a head turning figure,” observes Craig.
“Clearly turned yours,” laughs his friend. Discretely they observe an attractive woman chatting in corner of the room. A tiny, tight cardigan – top two buttons undone – showcases impressively pert boobs. The gap between it and the waistband of form-fitting jeans reveals a hint of toned abdomen.
“Perfect peach of bum,” murmurs Craig, almost to himself. “Why trouble?” he adds, curiosity piqued.
“For all her manifest physical charms, and lest we be thought superficial, quick intelligence, there’s an edge to her personality,” reveals his pal. “Nice as pie then suddenly flies off the handle. Plenty of lovers, no long term relationships.”
Craig steals another look; minimal make-up, no jewellery save for a fine silver chain around her neck. A look that seems to imply: I’m proud to be in good shape but not trying too hard to impress.
“I do like a challenge.”
“If by challenge you mean suicide mission be aware others have tried and failed. Save yourself the heartache and look elsewhere, plenty of women at this party, how about her? His mate nods towards a cute bottle blonde.
“Too young, too predictable. Sian looks like she’s seen a bit of life.”
“Spends much of her time travelling, apparently.”
“Then we’ve that in common for a start. Cover me, I’m going in.”
“Been nice knowing you,” jokes his companion as Craig makes a determined beeline across the room.
Their mutual experience of many foreign countries certainly helps break the ice, as does an immediate physical attraction. Body language and conversation communicate unmistakable signals of desire, culminating in a simple question. “Yours or mine?’ Sian enquires bluntly.
In the event his is closer. No preamble, no pretence of ‘coffee or a nightcap?’ The two quickly become entangled, mouths and hands avidly exploring. Shoe are kicked off, clothes hastily follow. Her body is, thinks Craig, the perfect package; long legs, taut butt, jutting boobs set high and proud. Sian’s equally enamoured with him, natural not gym-bunny muscles, interesting ink and a functioning brain — she likes that in a man. Guided backwards onto the bed Sian’s thighs part invitingly and he goes down on her pussy. Hips bucking uninhibitedly with evident and noisy pleasure she’s close to coming, then unexpectedly wriggles away.
“Sorry,” says Sian, embarrassed and looking guilty, “I can’t or won’t… whatever, reciprocate, just don’t do blowjobs.”
“No problem,” Craig reassures — quite genuinely, never having seen why so many guys get obsessed with fellatio.
Sian recovers her composure. “Let’s fast forward to the main event and get that lovely hard cock inside me.”
“Sure, what do you like?” Craig produces a condom.
“I’ll show you.”
She straddles him, enthusiastically skewering her pussy on his erection and rocking back and forth. It’s soon abundantly clear this will be no romantic lingering liaison, rather a determinedly physical, long pent-up fuck. Clenched tightly within her Craig wonders how long he can stave off a coming. Sian solves the dilemma, squirms out from beneath, rolls over and pulls her knees up to her chest.
“I like deep penetration,” she gasps guiding his cock into her wet, gaping pussy, “fast and hard, come on give it to me.”
What the lady wants the lady gets. Two abandoned and exultant climaxes soon follow.
They become an item, Sian’s notorious unpredictability and anger lurking unspoken and apparently dormant in the background. This is the honeymoon of the relationship and she makes a concerted effort at self-control. Until, preparing to go out on the town one evening, she escalates a minor disagreement into a full on petulant squabble.
Am I being tested here, wonders Craig fleetingly, it’s like dealing with a toddler. Are boundaries being deliberately pushed, has Sian some sort of commitment phobia? His reverie ends abruptly when a hairbrush arcs across the room hitting him just above the left eyebrow. Sure to have a black eye tomorrow, thinks Craig, more in shock than pain.
“What the fuck!”
“Sorry I…” Sian knows she’s overstepped the mark.
“Come here,” Craig’s voice is dangerously low. She complies, attempts to appear contrite — excited and scared. Craig unfastens her jeans, dragging them and the thong beneath down in a single assured move.
Oh goody, make-up sex, thinks Sian. Wrong, so very wrong.
Pinned face down over his lap she’s caught unawares; bloody hell, he’s strong. And determined, picking up the hairbrush Craig repeatedly applies its shiny hardwood surface to Sian’s naked bum, firm buttocks rippling under the impact as her back arches and she cries out in distress.
“Christ that smarts!”
“Good,” replies Craig shortly, continuing to spank every inch of Sian’s delectable derriere until it glows. For all that her bottom is now red and sore the aphrodisiac effect on Sian is almost immediately apparent.
Chastisement delivered to his satisfaction Craig runs his hand over tender, heat-radiating cheeks then explores the cleft at the apex of her legs. Slides a tentative digit between moist labia, than another. Rotates his thumb on her protuberant clit and finger fucks the minx until her arousal culminates in an explosive orgasm.
Sian lays limply in situ regaining her breath while her brain attempts to assess the situation. At last, a man who has no hesitation in standing up to her, in short a keeper. Sliding off his lap she gazes up lasciviously.
“Can’t blow you,” she unleashes his cock, “but can give a tit fuck.” With a wicked smile she slicks juices from her pussy and lubes his prick with them. Frees those amazing knockers and squeezes them around his pulsating prick. The sensation is incredible and all too short lived. Spanking Sian has already turned on Craig to the brink of coming; this innovative erotic stimulation tips him over. He shoots creamily and copiously across her upper chest as she smiles in delight. “A satisfying encounter all round I’d say.”
“Don’t push your luck my girl.”
Things go smoothly for a time, Sian eagerly incorporating spanking into their foreplay, the subsequent sex better than ever. It can’t last.
And doesn’t, a few weeks hence a small contradiction of a comment she makes is the catalyst of an attempt to slap Craig’s face. Fortunately he’s able to grab her wrist before the hand makes contact. Sian’s eyes blaze with fury – once activated this disproportionate reaction can’t easily be switched off. A tense standoff ensues until her rage abates.
“Completely unacceptable, it appears discipline is in order,” he states calmly. “Saturday afternoon, 3pm here,” Craig conclusively closes the conversation.
Will she comply?
“What if I don’t obey,” Sian queries on the Friday, “the end of us I suppose?”
“It was an instruction, opting out isn’t a choice — you’re going nowhere.” Craig’s commitment is a puzzle to Sian. Previous boyfriends had usually departed by this stage, however it seems he’s no intention of abandoning her. “Sorting out whatever happed in your life to cause these outbursts is way above my pay grade,’ explains Craig. “Right now the reason why isn’t as important, just that you stop.
Consequently I’ve devised a deterrent, think of it as behaviour modification.” Sian is quietly amazed; for once she’s not been rejected — time to step up and invest in their future.
Mid-afternoon Saturday. Sian is unexpectedly punctual.
“Why the skirt and heels?”
“Cos however much I flaunt my boobs, admittedly a lot, I know you’re a leg man at heart.”
“If we’re celebrating objectification of the female form then also a bottom admirer,” admits Craig.
“Which the heels make more prominent, see how they tense the my calves and thighs?”
“An attempt to distract me from taking you to task?”
“Maybe, and a small start to making changes. I know I’m trouble… Hang on a mo.” Sian briefly leaves the room and on return abashedly presents him with a slender cane. “Almost forgot. You might need this.”
“Most thoughtful, and no doubt stolen from someone’s front garden.” Craig flexes the whippy bamboo.
“Er, yes.”
“Consider it added to your list of misdemeanours. I’d intended to take my belt to you, but I’m sure this will prove just as painful.”
“Better than being told off, just don’t dare say you’re disappointed in me.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it — simply annoyed and determined to end such tantrums, hence this encounter.”
“Do I get a reward afterwards for not chickening out?”
“Maybe, you did supply the implement of correction after all.”
Craig pulls an upright dining chair into the centre of the room. “Stand behind it, hold the top — good – now shuffle backwards.” Bemused Sian complies until the upper half of her body is perpendicular with those lovely bare legs. Craig nods approval, lifts her skirt and bunches it around the miscreant’s trim waist to reveal a perfectly presented posterior.
“We’ll have these down;” her knickers descend. “Good, now be sure to stay in position, don’t move and keep your bottom pushed up and out.” Sian appears to have lost her voice; now visibly apprehensive and attempting to suppress an inner frisson of fear she nods mutely in assent. Craig whips the cane theatrically through the air. “Brace yourself.”
Six rapid-fire strokes crack down hard, scarcely seconds between them, allowing no time to adjust to the searing smart before the next livid red line is emblazoned across the broadest expanse of her behind.
“Oh, oh, oh,” Sian’s knees buckle; her hips weave and bottom bounces as the blazing bands make themselves fully felt. “Oh my, that hurts,” she gasps through gritted teeth, “so much worse than the hairbrush”.
“Let’s not forget you’ve twice assaulted me,” replies Craig, unmoved by her plight.
“I know and I’m sorry, I deserved that.”
“Indeed, and the next six.”
“Next what? You can’t seriously be suggesting…”
“Not suggesting, this is happening.”
“But my poor bum can’t take any more beating.”
“Oh I’m sure it can, you’re a grown woman. I’ll go slower this time, allow you to fully appreciate your predicament.” Sian looks imploringly at Craig knowing in her heart there’s no way out, no alternative but to submit.
He stands to one side and taps the cane speculatively across Sian’s already crimson marked moons, eliciting an involuntary shiver of dread. Taking careful aim Craig strikes the lowest curve of her buttocks, the vulnerable sit spot. Sian wails. A backhand stroke, just a centimetre or two below drives her body forward. Craig pauses to survey the aftermath of his efforts and traces the emerging wheals with his fingers. Sian groans, struggling to stay in situ.
His arm rises and her body tenses in expectation. Two across taut upper thighs; her hands grip the chair back with white knuckled intensity. Craig softly strokes her hot, sore buttocks where the earlier pink marks are transmuting to a livid red that’ll take days to fade. Sian craves soothing caresses — instead receives a stern warning.
“If I ever have to repeat such a correction it’ll be much more severe,” he cautions.
“No, please you won’t need to, I promise.”
“I hope so. Now, stand with your feet bit further part to help you balance then up on tip toes.” Sian instantly complies. Craig lazily flicks the cane’s tip along the pale insides of her thighs as Sian flinches but wisely stifles a protest. He taps the rod against her lewdly revealed pussy, dewy and inviting.
“No there,” she pleads fervently.
“That rather depends on your behaviour. Last two, lift that bottom high please.”
Thwack – across the middle of tender thighs; and again — overlapping, exquisite agony. Sian’s lips tremble, eyes brimming, eyeliner smudged, her repentance evident, distress immediate. She so needs him to fuck her right now.
“Please can I rub my poor arse?”
“Very well.” She shoots bolt upright, frantically massaging her soundly chastised posterior. “Kneel on the chair,” Craig instructs curtly. Sian looks worried. “Don’t panic,” he reassures. “No more punishment I promise, you’ve earned a good fucking.”
His hands join hers in soothing Sian’s red-hot rump then roam upwards to gently squeeze erect nipples. She moans and whimpers ecstatically as Craig purposefully grasps her undulating hips, separates her slick labia and spreads Sian open. She pushes back eagerly as he guides his cock, into her warm, welcoming pussy.
“Oh no, this isn’t going to be one of your frantic couplings,” Craig cautions, kissing Sian’s neck all the while easing his ramrod further up inside until her still burning bottom presses against his abdomen. “Slow and deep,” he slides leisurely in and out, controlling the pace, holding his woman close. Oh bliss, thinks Sian, inwardly juggling a confusing conflict of sensations; punishment and pleasure, hurt and forgiveness. Trouble tamed? We’ll see?