MARK'S WAKE-UP CALL
(F/M, cons, romantic, spanking)

Beth stood in the doorway, watching Mark sleeping.  He seemed so
peaceful lying there, so oblivious to the fate she had planned for
him.  

She walked across the room with a grace and sureness of purpose that
would surely arouse Mark if he were awake.  He would surely get all
worked up over the lengths of soft nylon rope she carries.  But she
preferred him to sleep until she was ready for him.  Good thing he was
such a heavy sleeper, too.

She deftly and quietly took one of the ropes and began tying Mark's
left wrist to the corresponding bedpost--all those knots she learned
as a brownie really paid off.  She tied the rope tight enough to be
snug and secure, and prevent Mark from escape, but not tight enough to
cut off circulation.  Beth froze as he stirred, but when it became
apparent that he was not going to wake up, she glided over to the
other side of the bed and fastened his right wrist to the other
bedpost.  Satisfied that both wrists were well secure, she repeated
the same process for his ankles, lifting up the sheets just enough to
have access to his feet.  Her work done, she stepped back to admire
the view.  Poor Mark didn't have a clue what he was in for.

With one fluid motion, Beth yanked the sheets off the bed, revealing
his completely naked, spread-eagled body.  Of course, even this failed
to wake him up.  So Beth climbed on top of the bed, straddled him, and
reached down and pinched both of his nipples as hard as she could.
Not even Mark could sleep through this, and if he weren't tied so
securely, he would have leapt off the bed.  As it was, his body merely
spasmed as his eyes flew open and his brain tried to assimilate what
was going on.

Beth leaned over and kissed him on the lips.  "Good morning, my pet,"
she purred in his ear.  "I hope you feel like playing."  Mark smiled
up at her, all sleep gone from his eyes, and said, "of course, my
Lady."

Beth smiled and kissed him again.  "I'm going to go into the bathroom
to change.  Be a good little boy while I'm gone," she ran one
fingernail down the length of his chest, causing him to shiver, "or
else I'll have to punish you."  With that, she pinched his nipples
again, hard.  He grimaced, but smiled immediately.  "Yes, my Lady."

She got off of him and walked into the bathroom, letting her hips sway
provocatively.  She had already aroused him, but she knew that this
display would only make him more eager.  She knew that if he were
free, he'd probably have tackled her before she could even make it to
the bathroom, but she wanted to torment him for a while.  She glanced
back at him before closing the bathroom door, and sure enough, his
erection was quite prominent.  She smiled at him and closed the door.

Mark lay there, unable to touch himself, yet already almost mad with
desire.  And she hadn't really even done anything yet!  He knew he was
in for a long ride, and he hoped he could comport himself with
dignity.  But he doubted it.  He knew that by the end he'd be begging
her for release without a trace of pride or dignity, just as she had
begged him the week before.  Yet such thoughts only made him more
aroused, and his erection was incredibly hard.  His Lady was taking
her own sweet time as well.  He could hear her in the bathroom, and he
knew that she was deliberately tormenting him by taking so long.

At long last, the door to the bathroom opened, and there stood his
Lady.  If it were possible for his cock to become even harder, it
would have done so just at the sight of her.  She was dressed in a
beige business suit with a medium length skirt.  How well she knew
him!  No leather outfit could possibly drive him as wild as a woman in
a business suit.  Beth approached him from the right side of the bed
and stared down at him.  She sat down beside him and ran her fingers
through his chest hair.  Mark was ready to melt.

She leaned over and began licking at his tiny nipples.  She alternated
licking them and pinching them.  Soon, Mark was moaning and writhing
beneath her touch.  He couldn't believe the sensations she was giving
him, and felt that he would overload, but she kept right on, driving
him frantic with desire.

When she felt that his nipples had been dealt with sufficiently, she
kissed her way down to his belly button.  He began moaning even before
she got there.  Her tongue pushed its way into this tiny opening,
teasing his bellybutton and sending electric shocks through his body.
He was panting now.  She stroked his hips while she did this, sending
him even higher into realms of unfulfilled desire.  Again, once she
felt she'd tormented him enough this way, she stopped.

Beth stood up, then bent over and kissed Mark on the lips again.  He
was hungry, greedy for her, and he probed her mouth with his tongue.
She pulled out of the embrace and smiled.  "Let's put that tongue of
yours to good use, shall we?"  She walked around to the foot of the
bed and looked at him sternly.  "Now, I'm going to untie you, but only
so I can tie you back up in a more useful position, understand?  Are
you going to cooperate?"

"Yes, my Lady," Mark said breathlessly.

"When I untie you, I want you to stand in the middle of the room with
your legs spread and your hands behind your neck.  You are not," she
reached forward and stroked his cock with a feathery touch a couple of
times, "to touch yourself, understand?"  Mark whimpered and said "yes,
my Lady."  She smiled at him.  "Good."  Then she undid the ropes that
bound his ankles.  As tempted as he was to press his legs together, he
kept them wide apart.  She smiled even wider at his self-restraint.

When she had unfastened the ropes around his wrists, he stood and
walked carefully to the middle of the room.  He spread his legs wide
apart and put his hands behind his neck, painfully aware of his
unsatisfied erection.  But he was determined to obey his Lady.

Beth spent a few minutes walking around him, stopping to touch, to
caress, to fondle.  Every touch sent shivers through his body, every
caress more tightly caged his pent-up passion.  He concentrated on
maintaining his position at all costs, something which was becoming
harder and harder to do.  Suddenly, she stopped tormenting him this
way and went to her nightstand.  She returned with a pair of nipple
clamps, ones that he had used on her before, and he couldn't help but
smile.  

"I've changed my mind.  Before we put that tongue of yours to good
use, I'm going to have a little fun with you."  She took her sweet
time putting the clamps on, slowly tightening each one until they were
mildly painful--not so painful he wouldn't be able to stand it, but
painful enough for him to notice.  She then attached a chain between
the clamps, and added a small weight to the middle of the chain.

Beth now stood beside him and whispered into his ear, "bend over, my
pet.  I want you at a 90 degree angle."  Mark obeyed, keeping his legs
spread apart.  He had to bend his knees slightly to maintain his
balance, but this was acceptable.  She spent a few moments guiding his
body into the exact position she wanted: back arched, ass out, arms
parallel to the floor.  Keeping his hands glued to his neck would
prove difficult in this position, but he resolved to do it.  The
weight attached to the chain was now dangling down, pulling on the
nipple clamps.  She reached under him and set the weight in motion,
and he grimaced as it applied new pressure to those clamps.  "Better
keep still, my pet," she told him.

She was still standing at his side, and she began stroking his naked
ass, running her fingers up and down the skin.  "My goodness, pet,
this is the whitest ass I've ever seen!  Now, what do you suppose I
should do to put a little color into it?"

Mark was suddenly bashful.  "Um, spank it, my Lady?"

Beth leaned over so that her lips brushed his ear.  "I'm sorry," she
said in a low purr, "what was that?"

"I mean, please spank me, my Lady!"

Beth smiled and stood up.  She walked back to the nightstand and
returned with a thin, flexible leather paddle and rested it against
his rump.  "I hope you won't mind if I don't use my hand, pet.  We
have much to do, and this will heat you up much more quickly."  With
that, she raised the paddle up and brought it down with a sharp crack
on his left asscheek.  Mark bit his lip.  It didn't really hurt, it
was just a bit of a shock.  The second spank was the same.  But
gradually Beth built up to a rhythm that started making it very
difficult to remain in position.  His ass was definitely heating up,
and it took every ounce of willpower to keep from moving.

"You know, my pet," Beth said in between spanks, "I would dearly love
to have you over my lap instead of forcing you to take the spanking in
this awkward position.  Do you know why I'm spanking you like this
instead, pet?"

"No--ungh--no, my Lady--ooh!--I don't," Mark replied.  With every
spank, the weight jiggled, causing him to be more intensely aware of
his nipples.

"Well," she continued, never missing a lick, "if I had you over my
lap, there's a good chance that the friction of you moving around on
top of me would be enough to make you come.  We can't have that, now
can we, pet?"

"Ungh--no, my Lady--ungh!"

Beth was certainly going to push him for all she was worth.  "I would
like that, actually.  Mark my words, pet, someday soon I'll have you
over my lap, and we'll have a long, slow, lingering session with my
hand.  What do you think of that, my pet?"

Mark was almost at his limit.  "As you wish, my Lady!" he managed to
blurt out.  At this, Beth tossed the paddle onto the bed and begin to
massage poor Mark's red asscheeks.  "You may stand, my pet."  Mark did
so gingerly, her hands still rubbing his sore bottom.  "Thank you, my
Lady," he said.  But she only laughed.

"Don't thank me just yet, my pet."  She reached down and lightly
caressed his cock, which was still quite rigid.  "You have a long way
to go."  Mark groaned at this.

She faced him and leaned over, kissing his lips.  She made sure not to
let any other part of her body touch his.  He knew what she was doing
to him, and he tried to remain still.  She took the nipple clamps off
of him while she was still kissing him, and he felt a certain amount
of relief, though not enough to truly satisfy his mounting desire.
Once again, Beth backed away from him.

"On your knees, my pet," she commanded.

Mark instantly obeyed, in awe of this amazing woman.  She touched her
foot to his knee and gently pushed, indicating to him that he should
spread his legs wider, wider, until she was satisfied.  She then got
the rope from the bed and tied his hands together behind his back, and
then tied his wrists to his ankles.  She stepped back and admired him,
his legs splayed wide open, his unsatisfied cock jutting out
insistently, and she smiled.  Now the fun could really begin.

Beth began to slowly and teasingly strip the business suit from her
body, enjoying Mark's obvious desire and inability to fulfil that
desire.  When she was completely naked, she approached him, a look of
passion in her eyes.  She could see that her passion was reflected on
his face.  She stepped even closer to him, his head level with her
waist, and spread her legs, putting her feet on the outsides of his
knees.  She took his head in her hands and pulled it to her.  Mark did
not even have to be commanded, his tongue was out and ready before it
made contact.

And then his tongue and lips were upon her pussy, kissing, sucking,
running his tongue up and down her delightful temple.  She sighed
contentedly and ran her fingers through his hair, and this only served
to increase his frenzy.  Her body began to spasm as the electricity of
his tongue enveloped her sensitive and engorged clit.  He focused all
his energies on this tiny bud, this core of her femininity, determined
to satisfy her to the limits of her body's ability to withstand the
waves of pleasure that washed over her.  Her lips parted in a silent
hymn, then a low moan escaped those lips, which rose in pitch as her
body was hurtled along the journey toward orgasm.  

Unable to satisfy his own lust, Mark immersed himself in his task,
blocking out everything but the knowledge that he must please his Lady
until she decided to release him from his prison so that he could join
her in the delerium.  He treated his Lady's pussy as if it were the
most delicate, beautiful musical instrument in the world, one which
could create whole symphonies if played properly.  He played
improvisational melodies that came to him suddenly and begged to be
released, to be translated into the divine music of pleasure, and was
rewarded with the moans and shivers and gasps and sighs that made up
the orchestra of his Lady's body.  He delighted in feeling her body
crecendo again and again, wave after wave of sweet orgasm sweeping
through her body.  He joyed in feeling her fingers clutch at his head,
brush his ears, run through his hair.  He took immense pride in
knowing that his tongue was the instrument of her pleasure, that he
could send her on a seemingly endless tidal wave of passion.  It made
him feel powerful, even in submission.

It could have been minutes, it could have been hours, there is no way
to tell, but Beth finally stepped back and caught her breath.  She
waited until she had collected her wits, then walked behind Mark and
untied the ropes that bound him.  Mark's cock was still erect and
unsatisfied, but that would change soon enough.  She led him
wordlessly back to the bed and instructed him to lay down on his back,
spreadeagled.  This he did, and she quickly tied him back in his
original position.

Mark was almost at wit's end.  He had been driven to a place of pure
desperation and total lust.  He wanted his Lady more than anything
else in the world, and if she did not release him, he felt he would
explode.  But Beth was nothing if not merciful, and she was well ready
to reward Mark's splendid service.

She climbed onto the bed and straddled him, kissing his chest and
nibbling at his nipples.  This elicited more moans and groans from the
helpless sub, who was clearly yearning for more.  Finally, she reached
back and guided his cock into her dripping wet pussy, slowly lowing
herself until it was completely enveloped in the soft velvety folds.
When he was fully lodged within her, she stopped and remained
absolutely motionless, save for the occasional clamping of her
muscles, which spiraled the poor sub into a state of near-madness.
Mark seemed to be speaking, but he wasn't saying anything coherent,
just a jumble of nonsense.  And still his Lady just sat there,
imprisoning his cock in the very place he had wanted it to be.  Mark
felt his sanity slipping away.

Then suddenly, without warning, Beth broke from her position and began
riding Mark like he was a wild stallion in need of taming.  That was
it.  Mark screamed as he was pushed over the edge and came harder than
he'd ever come in his life.  It seemed to last forever, and his Lady
never once stopped or even slowed.  Even when he'd been milked dry,
she kept up the pace for a few moments, wringing every last bit of
sensation from his body and putting her back over the edge one last
time.  With a loud cry, she collapsed on top of him.

Later, after Mark had been released from his bonds, the two of them
lay side by side, caressing and holding each other, whispering and
sighing contentedly in each other's ears.  They had a whole day in
front of them, and they could think of no better way of spending it
than locked in a tender embrace.