Friendly Fire

Chapter Three-1

Chapter Three

At that moment, there was nothing on the whole planet that Alison wanted more than what she had just been promised. She took a deep breath, and leaned back in to plant a much more enthusiastic kiss on Avery’s handsome lips, her own tongue exploring his mouth much more adventurously than he had permitted himself. Then she leaned back and replied, “I’m all yours...”

The clean-shaven contractor felt a surge of joy at this sweet surrender. He gave his swooning date’s sodden crotch a final pat and sat back up to call for the check. Avery had purposely limited his alcohol consumption to a single glass of wine, wanting to keep his wits about him for such an intriguing encounter. Given that his slender date had just gulped the dregs of her second full glass, he gently suggested, “Perhaps I had best drive us, since you might be near the edge of your legal limit.” This was a test also, on many levels. He needed to know if his promising companion had a drinking problem, as well as whether she could comfortably be guided by him in decisions involving her safety.

He was pleased when Alison replied a bit sarcastically, “I think that would be best, since I suspect I am tipsy from more than just your intoxicating male essence...”

Avery paid the check and escorted his lovely blonde companion out to his Hummer, cheerfully accepting her friendly teasing about his choice to drive such an ecologically questionable vehicle. His response was to give her bottom a pat, during which he noticed that it was only covered by the single thin layer of her silk skirt, as he rumbled, “Go ahead, Alison, dig yourself in as deep as you like...but remember that every iota of antagonism you generate is going to be impactful, so to say, once we reach the privacy of my home...and by the way, I cannot help but notice that your, décolletage, shall we say, is not the only set of feminine protuberances that are not as well-covered as an old-fashioned guy like me would prescribe for a modest woman on a date with a strange man. Yet another lesson seems to need to be delivered to that very same less-than-optimally clothed part of you, I’m afraid.”

By this point, they were nearly to his nearby home, into the driveway of which he pulled just as this last foreboding sentence was pronounced. And like she had been for the past half hour, Alison was in an absolute swoon of submissive arousal at the prospect of what she had agreed was going to happen once they were inside the well-kept but nondescript tract home in whose driveway they were now parked. She sat in her seat with her heart racing, awaiting her ever-gallant date as he walked around the massive vehicle with his usual graceful athlete’s gait to open her door and usher her into the first scene of her rather interesting new life.

Avery loved the combination of rebellious spirit and raw feminine submission he sensed so clearly from his gorgeous blonde companion. He was still quite active in the local b**m scene, in which doms of his tact and sensitivity combined with masculine beauty were at a high premium. There was never any shortage of attractive women of all ages from twenty one to sixty one delighted to lower their panties to receive any kind of attention he was willing to bestow on that (or any other, in most cases) part of their anatomies. In order to accommodate this demand, he had built a playroom in his former garage (hence the need to park his Hummer in the driveway) to have a private alternative to topping his submissives in the public venues at the local b**m club. But in recent years, the charge of baring and beating and f*****g a wide variety of worshipful women’s rear ends had begun to lose its cachet for the handsome contractor. He kept having a growing niggling uneasiness that he was missing something special by not going deep with one woman alone, and Alison seemed like the most ideal candidate for that experiment that he had ever encountered. Now the first moment of truth had arrived in which they were both to find out whether this powerful promise that both of them clearly sensed was just in their imaginations, or whether it would pan out into something more real.

Meanwhile, Avery handed his tipsy guest from the SUV, and put his massive arm around her as he walked her up the pavers lining the pathway to his front door. She loved how small and feminine her large rangy body felt next to his male bulk, virtually all of which seemed to be muscle judging by the firmness of the torso and hip she tucked in next to. She felt deliciously soft and girly in contrast; in spite of how well-toned her own body was from her years of yoga practice. His personal scent also overwhelmed her from this new closeness, a heady mix of Old Spice (whether deodorant or cologne, she couldn’t tell, though he hardly seemed metrosexual enough to use the latter), clean clothes, and intriguing male musk. Clearly, his pheromones seemed genetically sculpted to match her ‘I must bear your offspring!’ receptors better than any man in her history. How embarrassing that biology seemed to be able to so casually trump all of her carefully constructed defenses against male domination. Her fully aroused and lubricated p***y was declaring in no uncertain terms that this was her mate, and they should by God get on with the enactment of that relationship as soon as possible!

Avery was not unused to affecting women this powerfully. His hyper-masculine persona seemed to provoke such responses in a certain kind of woman on a very predictable basis. What differed here was his own suite of responses. In every case when he felt this reaction from a partner up to this moment, he experienced a sense of mastery and exultation, a desire to revel in his power over the woman who had so shamelessly given herself to him (at least in her thoughts). With Alison, as he felt her wobbling slightly on her heels from her uncharacteristic downing of two glasses of wine a few minutes earlier, he felt protective, almost fatherly, like he wanted to take the best possible care of her forever. Of course, this was about to begin by taking her over his lap and having a very detailed conversation regarding risks that careful females ought not to be taking on first dates. The irony of this position was not lost on either of them, but they both seemed to be happy to conspire in a mutual willing suspension of disbelief.

Once Avery ushered his lovely companion inside his foyer he closed and locked the door behind them and took her light jacket and purse to leave on the hall tree. Once his own sport coat was hung in the hall closet, he turned to his guest, who was still quite flushed with the combination of wine and excitement. This was tempered by a dose of embarrassment at what had already been revealed about her, let alone what was yet to be bared (so to say). Her host looked even more ravishing, if a bit daemonic, in his snug black slacks and form-fitting black tee, his long-cultivated musculature clearly evident. He opened his arms and made a beckoning gesture, and Alison hesitated a moment before melting into his embrace as their lips found each other in a slow, searching first official kiss (not counting the one during which he accepted her tacit invitation to feel her up in the restaurant).

Though they both felt powerfully desirous of the other, neither was in any hurry now that the die had been cast about kinky s*x soon to be happening. On the besotted blonde lawyer’s part, this hesitance arose from a combination of an uncharacteristic lassitude (which she later came to know as her inner submissive asserting her wish for her Jesus Christ Almighty just this once to not fight to control anything) and fear about unknown and probably quite challenging territory ahead. On his, the impulse to take his time was also complicated in a mix of desire to savor every second of what he sensed was the most momentous lovemaking of his life with a familiar instinct not to give in to the primitive part of himself that wanted to immediately ravish in every possible way his gorgeous companion.

Instead, he took over and began by enveloping Alison in a fervent hug as they allowed their hands to explore each other’s backs, each taking in the firm muscularity of their companion. Of course, Alison could not fail to notice that a very promising large erection was pressed against her belly by their embrace. She doubted that her clean shaven giant of a host was going to need a little blue pill to enable him to satisfy the part of her that longed to be skewered by the massive organ whose steely hardness dented her own firm abdominal musculature.

And then his hands wandered past Alison’s trim waistline to cup her ass, protected only by the thin silk of her summer skirt. Avery disengaged from their kiss to murmur in her ear, “Just because wicked girls wear naughty thongs doesn’t mean they receive their spankings with their panties on, you know…an important part of the punishment they deserve is the embarrassment of having their underwear lowered so that their entire bottom is bared…plus the restraint from having their panties around their knees keeps them from wiggling too much without actually tying their ankles or pinning their legs...of course, both of which techniques can still be employed to make sure my target is not too mobile for each spank to be delivered precisely where it is aimed…”

The thought of being tied in order to be spanked sent yet another rush of s****l energy straight to Alison’s traitorous p***y, which seemed intent on making known in no uncertain terms its own wishes about what ought to be happening to her backside. The rest of her was not so certain at all about such terrifying possibilities, but as she reveled in the feel of Avery’s gigantic hands cupping her buttocks as his massively muscled arms surrounded her trim body and his talented lips expertly kissed her mouth, her decision was irrevocably made. She savored their kiss for another minute and then leaned away and looked deep into his amused and aroused slate-grey eyes and said (only slightly ironically), “Where would you like me for my spanking, kind Sir?”

Now there was no doubt in either of their minds as to what was about to take place. The dom replied, “Follow me, naughty one, and we’ll see to taking care of that piece of business before getting on with whatever other entertainments you might have in mind for the remainder of our evening.” He took her firmly by the upper arm, as if she were a miscreant teenager, and led her through the spare, Zen-like foyer into his home office. This room was really more of a library, with walls lined in built-in floor to ceiling solid maple bookshelves that were a prime example of the quality of his workmanship. The chair he pulled out from the refectory table that served as his desk was made by him of the same wood, a clever, sturdy design with no arms, an important feature for its upcoming use.

Alison loved the room, a combination of contractor’s man-cave and auto-didact’s private educational treasure trove. As her massive host moved the chair around to the center of the muted blue and red Afghani carpet (a memento of Avery’s military sojourn in that country) in the center of the open space in front of the desk, she scanned the many hundreds of books. They were an omnivorous collection heavy on history and philosophy, with a healthy scattering of fiction trending towards Pulitzer and Booker prize winners leavened by hard science fiction. Clearly, the handsome man about to belabor her backside was no kind of intellectual lightweight, a fact that seemed to make her even more swooning with attraction for him.

Avery sat down in the chair, which Alison noticed was facing the closed door, the back of which sported a full-length mirror. Her host apparently wanted to have two simultaneous views of the proceedings between them, but as he caught her glance, he revealed another purpose as well, “Yes, naughty one, your spanking will be reflected in my looking glass. And once you are in position, you will see that just by turning your head you will be able to enjoy (if that’s the right word) the view of what is happening to your delightful feminine backside. As you will discover if you find you develop a taste for these sorts of games with me, I delight in providing my submissives with the chance to watch what’s happening to them. It adds another level of psychological interplay between us when you can watch both of us while I do challenging things to your body and you respond to them. Now, come here and let’s get you properly situated over my lap.”