You never know what you’re getting into when you ride the public transit system at night. Sean knew that, but it was really the best way to get home. After a few rounds at the bar where his friend’s band play a two-hour set, he floated onto the fairly crowded train. It felt like a lot of people for so late at night and there was a very interesting mix. Most of them were in their 50’s and carried lawn chairs and coolers.
Sean studied the crowd, making up stories for a few of them, wondering what sort of event they had been attending. It seemed to be some sort of outdoor concert, or at least that is what he pieced together from the words that bounced around inside the train car. At the last stop before they left the downtown area, a handful of people dressed in formal attire loudly climbed aboard as well.
The noise was a bit much after several whiskey-and-beer chasers, so Sean frowned at them from his seat as they made their way through the car. They all seemed to be lost in their mirth, as if they were the only people alive on this warm, late-Spring evening. All of them except one.
Quietly and calmly she drifted behind the party-goers, caught in their wake. Her dark skin wrapped in a burgundy satin gown that rippled as she moved. Her neck was draped with a silver necklace and pendant that nestled itself between her breasts. She wore black satin elbow-length gloves that matched the strip of fabric wrapped around her waist. She did her best to hold it up and carry her purse as they maneuvered through the legs, lawn chairs and coolers that littered the floor.
Sean hated himself for picking a group of empty seats to park himself, as this is where the group now landed with all of their chattering. Four seats for five people; their straggler left standing in the walkway. Sean stood up and offered her his seat, which she took with a polite and hushed “Thank you.”
As the train made its stops and rushed through the night, Sean was jostled around. The bouncing and jittering wouldn’t have been an issue had he not been focused on the beautiful woman he had given his seat to. She smiled at him occasionally as she caught him staring and tried to participate in the conversations of her group, but they mostly talked between themselves.
Finally the stop for the upper crust arrived and just as noisily as they arrived they departed; forgetting to say goodbye to their lonely one. Sean scoffed after them as he plopped himself down in a seat opposite her. She sighed a heavy sigh and watched the group disappear into the night, laughing and carrying on. Sean was coming down from his buzz and now tried not to be so obvious about his glances.
The train arrived at a transit center and a good portion of its passengers spilled onto the platform. Sean’s fancy companion reached into her purse, pulling out a book that she wrapped her gloved hands around as if it were a very precious item. Sean imagined it to be some romance novel or perhaps erotica by the way she seemed to hide its cover. He tried to focus on the back cover and make out some of the words but could only make out a few.
“Got some kids to discipline?” Sean asked her, gesturing his head towards the book. “Excuse me?” “Your book.” he said, as she closed it and slid it back into her purse. “No, I just…” her color darkened as her skin flushed in embarrassment. “It’s no big deal,” he said. “My parents used to spank me all the time. Well, not all the time. I wasn’t a bad kid. But I think a little bit of spanking is fine.”
Now the color drained from her face as she swallowed hard. “It’s not for kids.” She mumbled to the stranger. “Not for kids?” Sean was momentarily puzzled and furrowed his brow, but then it hit him. “Oh…” He cleared his throat and repositioned himself in his seat. He couldn’t look at her now. “I -” “It’s fine,” she cut him off. “I probably shouldn’t be reading it on the train.” “I can move if you want.” Sean offered. “No, that’s silly. I only have a few more stops.” she smiled at him.
He shrugged his shoulders and offered some comfort, “I mean, that’s fine too. I guess. Spanking people.” Sean might not have been buzzed any longer but he was certainly still a bit loose mentally. “People are kids, erm kids are people. I meant adults.” She smiled at his fumbling words. “Yeah, it’s cool.” He continued to try and smooth things over.
“Have you ever been spanked?” she asked cooly, “As and adult?” “Me?” Sean turned red as he mentally chewed on the thought. “No. I don’t even know, what I mean is, what do you do, just ask someone to spank you?” “Yes. You could. Hopefully your partner would be playful enough to at least try it.” “Maybe…” he wondered if the possibility really existed with his on again-off again girlfriend.
“It’s not like you just say that out of the blue.” Sean argued after deciding his chances were slim. “Sure you can. If it’s something you want to try, you should definitely ask.” she suggested to him. “Do you spank people?” He asked. She became motionless as she considered where this conversation might be heading. “No.” came a coy reply.
“Oh. I guess I just thought…” Sean worried that he had crossed a line. Certainly spanking wasn’t a topic for strangers to discuss. “I’m usually the one being spanked,” she said quietly to her lap. The muffled voice on the speaker announced Sean’s stop. “This is me. It was nice talking to you,” he said as he got up from his seat and moved towards the doors. An internal struggle boiled inside her as the train slowed to a stop. “I can spank you!” she blurted out as the doors slid open.
He turned and looked at her in amazement as the doors slid shut again and the train started, throwing him toward her. He caught the handrail as he stumbled as she instinctively reached out to catch him, her hands finding purchase on his hips. He now stood with his crotch very close to her face. She cleared her throat and dropped her hands as she tried not to stare at the place where his manhood rested.
“Thanks for catching me!” Sean laughed. “Yeah…” she was still trying to break her focus, “of course!” Sean sat down again, and shrugged his shoulders “It’s a ways before the next stop.” “I didn’t mean to -” “It’s cool!” he cut her off, then there was silence.
“My stop is next.” she murmured. “Hmm?” “If you want to go home with me.” again she couldn’t believe the words coming out of her mouth. Maybe it was the champagne. “Oh!” Sean shifted in his seat, “Yeah. Okay.” “Really?” again she was caught off guard. She was so used to being forgotten or left behind that she couldn’t believe that things were just falling into place.
The train operator announced the stop as the train slowed to a stop. Sean stood up and offered his hand to the burgundy lady. She took it and they stepped out onto the platform. She began walking in the direction of her loft nearly leaving him behind. “Hey! Wait up!” he called, laughing as he hurried to her side. Her head spun as she fought her insecurities. She knew if things didn’t happen fast she’d find herself wanting to back out despite her desires.
She stopped dead as she thought of her next move. “What is it? Did you change your mind?” Sean asked. Instead of answering she stepped out of her heals, bent down to pick them up, took his hand and rushed onward, pulling him behind. They got to her building and stepped up to the elevator. She frantically pushed the call button, sighing loudly in frustration. Finally the elevator arrived with a ding and the doors slid open.
She pushed the “close doors” then the one for her floor. Sean started “I -” “Shut up.” she spat. She didn’t want any reason to stop what had begun. He stood there, stunned. Looking at her, wondering what he had gotten himself into. They arrived at her floor and the doors slid open. “C’mon.” she ordered, grabbing his hand again and pulling him down the hall to her door. She dug in her purse, retrieved the key, then fumbled with the lock.
She opened the door finally, slipped inside and slammed it behind her leaving him on the other side. Before Sean could open his mouth in protest, she flung it open again grabbed his hand, pulled him inside and slammed the door again.
“Take off your pants.” she ordered. “Okay…” he said as he undid his pants. “Don’t talk, just do as your told.” She had no idea where this version of herself came from, but she wasn’t going to stop her. Not now. She needed to see herself win for once. “Boxers too.” she demanded as he finished stepping out his pants. Sean was slow to slide his boxers down, revealing himself to woman whose name he didn’t even know. “Hurry up!”
His cock bounced around as he tried to hurry but retain some dignity. “Go to my bed.” She pointed in the direction she wanted him to go, a king-sized plush piece with lots of pillows. It was situated so that one could see out the floor-to-ceiling window looking out onto the city.
Sean stood beside the bed and waited for his next command. “Bend over.” He put his hands on his knees, looking more like he was in a huddle than preparing for a spanking. “On the bed!” she said, a touch of anger in her voice as she pushed him forward. His pale ass glowed in the soft light of the city outside. She admired his curves; the way his balls hung between his legs, his resting cock just on the other side.
“Are you ready?” she asked. Sean nodded, his faced buried in the bedding. Her hand still wrapped in the satin gloves cut through the air and struck his ass with a satisfying smack. Her lips twisted into a smile as she felt power and pleasure build within her. He remained motionless as he waited for another blow. He didn’t have to wait long as she gave him another slap, then another, and another.
A few minutes passed and Sean’s ass began to deepen in color, while he shifted his feet. Now with each smack came a stroke, a reassuring touch, she now longed to grasp that which held her attention on the train, but she fought her desires and instead gave him another command.
“Take off your shirt.” Sean slid it over his head as he still rested his top half on the bed. “Now sit in my chair.” He stood up and looked about the dark room for the chair she was referring to. It stood in the corner, accompanied by a small table with a few books and a lamp on its surface. He eased himself into the chair as his ass burned from the recent attack.
“Turn on the lamp.” she said. Sean obeyed and squinted as the soft light poured across his body. He could no longer see her in the darkness of the room, but he knew that he didn’t need to. She sat on the edge of the bed and gave him another task. “I want you to masturbate for me.”
Sean began to pull and massage his flaccid cock, enticing it to grow in his hands. He closed his eyes as he tried to lose himself in the moment and enjoy the sense of security that she gave him. The direction, the purpose. Soon his cock was erect as his hands slid up and down it shaft. He moaned softly in his self pleasure and she knew he was arriving at his climax.
“Come on your chest.” she called from across the room. Sean gave into himself and rode the wave that was building. He held his breath then grunted as hot cum spurted onto his chest and stomach. He worked his cock until he was finished, fluid squishing between his fingers and down his shaft, creating tiny bubbles and quite the mess. He caught his breath, eyes closed and listened to the night.
A rustle of soft fabric came from across the room, then moments later a soft touch on either of Sean’s bare knees. Her glove-clad hands, spread his legs gently apart as she slid her now naked body between them. Her hot breath could be felt on his chest as breasts pushed into his dripping cock and tight balls. Gently she kissed and licked his skin, cleaning up the mess he had made. When she was done, she stood up, removed her gloves and made her way to the bathroom to clean up what cum remained on her breasts. Sean finally dared to open his eyes and was rewarded with the sight of her dark beautiful round ass as she walked away.