Adventures of a Spanking Addict (Wicked Leather) Read Online Free Page B

relationship, or ever letting the conversation
lead in that direction.  I had been left loose on long reigns, but they were
reigns none the less. His allowing me to experience new things was his way of
letting me grow, but it would not be at his expense.  It was always very clear
that I needed Daniel far more than he needed me.
    It was nearing the end of the first semester, and
the cold had driven me indoors.  I was stressed from juggling work and final
exams, while looking for a much needed break.  Daniel never failed to know what
was going on in my life and just when I needed him the most, the phone rang.
    Daniel called to invite me somewhere “warm” for
dinner. Dinner at his house, bring a bikini and sunhat.
    “You’re kidding, right?” I laughed at the thought of
a beach party in the snow.
    “I think you’d like to get tied up on the beach,” he
said softly. “Consider it another fantasy, or an adventure, if you’d like.”
    He was so romantic; the games he played were so full
of intrigue and mystery. I was hooked. A spanking would surely be a part of his
plans. How could I say no?
    “I’d love it,” I answered.
    It snowed nearly six inches the night before and
driving to Daniel’s was no trip to the beach.  I was jumping out of my skin
with excitement wondering what kind of games and intrigues I was about to find
myself playing.  He was a whirlwind of surprises; everything he did always had
just a little more flair. He had a dedication to experiencing life to its
fullest, and I was more than lucky to find myself experiencing these moments
with him.
    My last visit was still fresh on my mind.  Daniel
had invited me to come over to help bake for the holiday.  While we did manage
to spend the day together cooking, I wound up feeling the back end of a wooden
spoon.  He bound me to the kitchen stool, blindfolded me, and then had me test
the different treats we made.  His sensual manner left me filled with a longing
to be near him even more, constantly filled with a sense of anticipation.
    He opened the door and rushed me past the front room
and down the hall to his office.  Shoving me hard against the door, he grabbed
my scarf, still wet with snow, pulled me to him and kissed my lips hard. 
    “I thought I’d warm you up,” he grinned.
    He took my coat and scarf, hanging it in the closet.
I smiled remembering our time in the closet, wondering what was in store for
today. 
    “I’m sorry, I still have some work to finish. Do you
mind?”
    “No.” I answered, but was slightly disappointed that
I’d have to wait.  The anticipation of things to come were driving me crazy, I
had no idea what would be in store later.
    “Why don’t you go ahead and change?”
    I started down the hall, and Daniel stopped me.  He
caught me; I had wanted to take a peek around. I grabbed up my overnight bag
and headed towards the bathroom to change.  I quickly changed into a simply
black bikini, flip flops, and an outrageously bright orange sunhat.
    Daniel stopped me as I opened the door.
    “You’re missing just one thing,” he smiled and
reached out taking off my bright hat. 
    “What am I missing?” I giggled. “Are we going to the
beach?”
    “Shades.”
    Daniel suddenly pulled a small blindfold from his
back pocket.  He looked so serious, working not minutes before, and like a
magician he’s now pulling surprises out of nowhere.
    Blindfolded, Daniel led me to the living room where
he had spread a large blanket across a cushion in front of the fireplace.  He
was gentle as he led me to the edge, careful not to let me fall.
    “Kneel down, and lay forward,” he was gentle in his
instructions.
    As I felt the blankets beneath my hands, I reached
forward laying across the cushion in front of me. I could already feel the
warmth of the fire reflecting on my back.  In the dark, I could imagine the
heat coming from the sun.
    “I think you need some oil,” Daniel said as I felt
his fingers untie the back of my