Spoiled Pleasure

*Note: This is a fantasy fiction story. The author and platform do not condone or encourage the behaviors depicted in this erotic short story. Take it as the fictional fantasy it is meant to be and not too seriously.

Spoiled Date

He pulled up to her house excited but also a touch nervous. This was a blind date with a girl he met online, but hey, it was worth a try. He turned off the car, got out, and started to head up the driveway to the front door. Suddenly, she came bursting out of the door, yelling, “You’re late! I should never have to wait on you like this!” He pulled his cell phone from his pocket and looked at the time. It was two minutes past the agreed time; the amount of time it took him to take a breath, shut off the car, and get out. The warning in his gut went off as she stormed past him to his car, but he shrugged it off and decided to give the date a try anyway.

He walked quickly toward the passenger’s side door and reached for it. “I can get my own damn door. Hurry up and crank the car, my hair can’t be in this weather too long.” Sure enough, he walked around to the other side and got in. He cranked the car and once she was inside, he hit the gas. He was sure he should compliment her looks, but for now he was still resisting the inner voice that told him to just take her back and go home.

Moments later, he shook it off again and told her that she looked beautiful this evening. At least he wasn’t lying. She did look very sexy in the tight dress she was wearing; her beautiful breasts nearly spilling out of the top. He hair did look soft and well styled. She hadn’t answered so he added, “That dress looks stunning on you.” She turned to look at him… “I know.”

5 minutes of silence later…

They turned and pulled into the parking lot of the local Olive Garden, and he quickly swung the car into a parking spot near the door. After turning off the car he reached for his door handle, but paused as he heard behind him, “What the hell are we doing here? I’m sure you aren’t thinking our date is going to be here.” He said- through his slightly clinched teeth- “Yeah, ready?” She scoffed at him as though he had given her some big insult. “You need to take me somewhere more high class and up to my standards.” Now, his blood began to heat inside his veins. “I’ll rephrase for you. I’m going inside Olive Garden to eat. My car keys are going with me. If you’d like to join me, that’ would be great. If not, you can sit your ass in the car and wait for me; I’m good either way.” Without giving her time to respond, he got out of the car and made his way to the sidewalk. He turned around and looked at her and gestured to the door. “Yes or now?”

With a huff, she got out of the car and stormed past him toward the door. He laughed it off a little to himself and then followed her inside until he as standing beside her in front of the hostess stand.

“Hello, welcome to Olive Garden. Two? Table or booth?” The hostess was very sweet sounding.

He cringed as he heard his date respond, “Obviously! You see two people right? Oh, if I have to eat in this low class establishment, I at least need a table. Do I really look like someone who sites in a booth?” The waitress was obviously shocked, but gathered herself quickly, grabbed some menus and started walking toward the dining area.

20 rough minutes later…

He sat at the table with his blood boiling. In the last 20 minutes, his date had been mean to not only their waitress, but another that was passing by, as she demanded her drink be taken back and a cleaner glass brought. She had given mostly condescending replies to his fair and even common questions or comments. It was also very clear to him that the people around them were getting angry and fed up with her as well. One lady had even said something as politely as she could when asking her to keep it down at least, because her kids were present. His date’s response had been to tell the woman that maybe she should take them home and mind her own damn business. That was just a moment ago, and now, he was trying to gather himself enough to end this and tell her that he was taking her home… without becoming a part of the noise and rudeness problem to those around them too.

“That’s enough! I’ve given you all the chance in the world. Let’s go, I’m taking you’re spoiled ass home right now.” She scoffed at him again. “Who the hell do you think you are? Don’t you ever talk to me that way!” He turned and apologized to the waitress and then to the people around them. Not for the first time in the last several minutes either. “I’m not going anywhere. You’re supposed to feed me dessert too. Bad enough that you brought me here, where I had to order a low class steak, and now you wan to…”

“Shut the hell up! Everybody is tired of your mouth. We are leaving! I’m taking you home and then you are somebody else’s problem.” She started to complain again but he didn’t even pay attention to what she was saying. Finally, he turned around and half yelled, “Fine! You don’t want to leave…” He turned again and handed money to the waitress. “She will be paying for her own meal, but here is my part of the bill.” She started to speak again, but this time didn’t even get the first word out before he turned back toward her. “You are ungrateful and want to complain, so you can pay for your own meal.”

She flew out of her chair and toward him, swinging her fist at him as she did. He grabbed her arm, snatched her down to his lap as he sat himself back down, and pulled her across his knees. Without hesitating, and out of rage, he began spanking her hard like she was a four-year-old. She screamed and made sounds that couldn’t be made out, but he kept on spanking her harder and harder.

As he continued to spank her, the other patrons around them, as well as the staff, began to clap and cheer. As he stood and snatched her back to her feet, her face was as red as her ass undoubtedly was. “You can take an Uber home an I suggest you think about your damn behavior on the ride home.

Without another moment’s hesitation, he turned around and left. She looked around at the laughing and smiling people, and then out the window at him as he got into his car, cranked it, and pulled away.

The Sting

15 minutes later…

She poured herself into the Uber, but flinched a bit as she sat down. She could still feel the sting; both of the embarrassment and the punishment her ass had endured. She was humiliated, she was was angry, and she was sore… so, why was she also so damn wet? As the car started down the roads, she told herself that she would just forget about the whole thing. However, she couldn’t forget; the sting on her ass cheeks and the intense feeling inside of her, wouldn’t let her forget. Her thin tight dress had given no cushion to the blows, and her choice to go without panties was now taking a turn. With every pulse in her ass, her mind flashed back to the feeling of his hands striking her ass cheeks over and over. She could hear the cheers and applause of the people around her as she took each strike to her cheeks and the merciless way he took her ass from her.

She was lost in the thought and feeling of it all. So much so, that before she realized, suddenly, the car was pulling over and she was getting out of the Uber. She ran inside her house, pulled her dress off quickly, throwing it across the floor. As she crossed the room toward the kitchen, she passed by her full-length mirror, and glancing quickly… then back again… there it was; the red marks on the cheeks of her ass. She couldn’t stop herself, she smiled, as she noticed the outline of his hand print on her right cheek. She lovingly caresses the hand print a moment, and then slid her hand around to the front.

Her body fell back against the wall and she watched herself in the mirror as she frantically drove her fingers deep inside and out again. As her fingers fucked into her soaking wet opening, she began making tight circles on her clit with her other hand. She was seeing colors and patterns, but occasionally her vision cleared just long enough to make out the sight of her fully nude, sweating body in the full length mirror. As she came hard, her whole body slid down the wall until she fell to the floor below; onto her bruised red ass, sending another wave of pleasure and pain through her like a shock wave.

The Day After... Rough of a Different Kind

The next day…

He woke up to a new text message. It was her. Her text said she wanted to apologize and asked him to come over around noon the next day. He laughed to himself and threw the phone back down on the bed, then started to go about his day.

Hours later, around 11am, his phone went off again. Another text from her saying she wanted to apologize and asking him to come over. Now he had to admit he was curious, so he replied simply with “ok” and left it at that. He walked back in his room and threw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, then some tennis shoes. Grabbing his wallet on the way out the door, he wondered why he was bothering to humor her request after the nightmare that had been their date. Still… he was curious and had nothing better to do today.

Some time later…

He arrived at her house and walked up to the door. He once again considered just turning around and not dealing with whatever was in store. But, even as the thoughts and considerations went through his head, he found himself knocking on her door.

Surprisingly, as the door opened he saw her standing there in only a robe. Her expression certainly didn’t look as though she was about to apologize at all. She was scowling at him and said nothing as she turned and walked into the living room, leaving the door open. He followed her into the living room and thought to himself, ‘yep, this was a mistake.’ She looked over at him and barked, “sit down.”

He shot her a look that made her noticeably flinch a little. He sat down on the couch and barked back, “okay, I’m here. Apologize.” Her scowl deepened as she fidgeted a bit but looked him in the eyes. “I’m pissed at you for what you did yesterday…” Without a word, he stood up and took a few steps toward the door. “Wait! Site back down… please.” It was the please that made him stop and turn back toward her. That was the first time she had used such a word. His curiosity sparked again, he walked back over to the couch and sat back down. She continued, “But, I guess I do owe you an apology of sorts. Then again, you owe me one, really. What you did….” She trailed off and was now staring at the floor.

He was sure that she didn’t even realize that as she stood there with a lost gaze in her eyes, staring at the floor, she was rubbing her ass cheek with one hand and had slipped her other hand inside of her robe. It was also at this point, with her hand opening her robe a little, that he realized she was fully naked underneath. He was getting aggravated and could feel the heat of anger starting to rise again. Also, he was done with the game she was trying to play.

“You want to apologize? Get on with it. In fact, you will apologize the right way.” She shot him a look and opened her mouth to speak; obviously in a rude tone again, but he cut her off as he stood up. “Take off the robe and come here, or I’m walking out right now. Don’t waste my time.” She looked angry but was shocked at herself as she untied her belt and let the robe slip from her body, all without a thought or hesitation. Again, she started to speak but was interrupted and silence by his voice.

“Come here and bend over the couch, now.” Once again, she could feel the anger and embarrassment, but did as she was told without hesitation or thought of resisting. She bent over and placed her hands on the back of the couch. “Spread your legs wider.” She did, her face turning red.

Without warning, he laid a hard slap to her right ass cheek. She whimpered loudly and jumped at the impact. Then, another hard slap; this time to her left ass cheek. She couldn’t control the sound that escaped her, and they both realized that her whimper was a bit of a moan as well. “Ready to admit that you liked it when I spanked you?” She looked back and sharply said, “No!”

*SMACK*

Her whole body jumped forward and she cried out as the intense pain of the impact stung and shook her entire ass. “Let’s start with an apology then.” She hesitated. *SMACK* Again, the pain radiated throughout her ass. “Don’t make me tell you again.” She both winced and reveled in the pain and blurted out, “I’m sorry!” His fell onto her reddened ass cheeks, but this time softly. He rubbed the points of impact a bit. “Good girl.” She turned her head more to the wall and down a bit, hoping he couldn’t see the grin or the pleasurable blush of her enjoyment at hearing him call her a good girl.

Her grin turned to a bit of scowl again, as she realized that she hated that he had this effect on her. She hated him for making her want this. She was slowly getting angry that she would allow him to do these things to her, and worse yet… she knew she wasn’t going to stop. She didn’t want to stop.

“Okay, stand up.” She rose up, feeling each movement of muscle in her ass with another bought of pleasure and pain. She turned to face him and started to speak but, this time, almost as if by instinct, she stopped herself. “Now, how else are you going to apologize like a good girl for me?” She felt her body moving but wasn’t even sure if it had been a conscious thought.

Slowly, she slid down his body and onto her knees. With no hesitation, she reached up and undid his belt, then his pants. As they fell to the floor, she grabbed the waist of his underwear and pulled them down onto the pile of clothes already there. His cock fell out and only an inch from her face. He wasn’t scary huge, but he wasn’t small. More importantly, he was already most of the way hard. She felt the rush of wetness and heat below, as she mindlessly reached up and took hold of the base of his manhood. Just as she opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the swollen head, she felt his hand on the back of her head. She dared not resist him as he thrust his hips forward and pulled her head toward him a the same time; shoving him deep into her mouth and throat.

She struggled to breathe as his cock drove deep and out again over and over. Despite his forceful taking of her mouth, she still found herself mindlessly moving her head to take each stroke deeper and faster than she was being forced to. Now, there was no doubt he was fully hard and filled her mouth and throat more than she could have anticipated. She gagged a bit and drooled down her chin some. She didn’t care. She thought again about how much she hated him for making her want this, making her allow herself to be used; and get so turned on by it. Juices flowed down her inner thigh and she felt a pulse below with every thrust, as she grunted, moaned, gagged, and let out muffled screams.

Finally, he pulled her head away from his body, and his cock from her mouth. He looked down at her dis-shoveled face and again said, “Good girl.” He pulled off his shirt and kicked off the clothes from around his ankles. “Stand up.” She did, though a little dazed still.

This time, he said nothing. Instead, he grabbed her waist and turned her around, then quickly bent her over the coach again. *SMACK* She cried out again as the pain shot through her ass cheeks. He grabbed a handful of her hair and she heard him say in her ear, “Now, don’t you think you should ask for it?” She let out a sound that nearly sounded like a growl. *SMACK* She screamed out, without any thought and with the pleasurable pain shooting through her, “Yes, Sir! Please take it! Fuck me!” They were both a little shocked at her outburst.

He reached out and grabbed both of her wrists, then held them against her back with one hand. His other hand took a tight hold on one of her breasts. She moaned a bit at first, but then cried out as his cock slipped inside with no resistance. She was so wet, you could hear it as he started to fuck hard and deep. Her ass cheeks, still red, clapped together and she moaned and screamed as he fucked her from behind. He felt her body pulling away as the intensity built up, but he quickly pushed her top half down lower and pulled her back, so that she was forced to take every inch without mercy. There was no escape, just surrender to every deep, hard, powerful, pounding stroke of his iron-hard manhood.

She realized that if he wanted to come inside of her, she wouldn’t even stop him; despite not being on birth control. However, instead, he pulled his cock from her and released her wrists; causing her to fall onto the couch. “Turn around and get on your knees.” She did as she was told with a quick, “Yes, sir.” Again his cock was pushed between her lips and deep into her mouth. She was now certain that he was about to cum down her throat. Wrong again… he pulled her head away and grunted loudly as he shot wave after wave of hot, thick, sticky, cum all over her face. She gasp, both from surprise and excitement, but didn’t time to recover much, as she felt him force her mouth back onto his cock. She could taste his load as she was forced to clean his dick off with her mouth and tongue.

Finally, he released her entirely, and she fell back and against the couch again. She was exhausted. He was fully drained of every drop. She laughed a little to herself as she thought, ‘that’s one hell of an apology.’

For hours and hours throughout the night, he took her over and over; and she gladly let him. She had lost count at how many times she had taken him into her mouth and vagina, free of complaint or resistance. She didn’t care, it had felt good every time. Sometime in the night, she fell asleep on that same couch.

Lesson Learned- The Conclusion

The next morning…

She awoke naked and with his dried cum on her mouth, stomach, ass, back and breasts. He was nowhere to be found. Slowly, she hobbled to the shower, her muscles and vagina so very sore. On the shower, she saw a note:

Hope you learned your lesson. If you misbehave the next time I knock on your door, next time I’m going to bury it in your ass.

She smiled...considered it...and then got in the shower with plans.

The End