When Jazzy walked into her condo, she threw her keys and purse on the entrance table, kicked off her heels, and padded into the kitchen. Throwing open the fridge, she pulled out a bottle of water, uncapping it and taking a long drink. What in the hell was I thinking; going to that type of club is so unlike me. I was not brought up to be like that. Jazzy headed back into the entrance hall, carrying her bottle of water. She grabbed her purse and went into the bedroom and sat on the bed, taking her phone out so she could put it on the charger. As she did that, it suddenly hit her: she had his contact number.

I need to delete that, Jazzy thought as she pulled up the number. Holding her finger above the delete button, she just stared at the number and then put her phone on the charger without deleting it. I can do it tomorrow as she went to take a shower and get ready for bed.

******

After a couple of weeks and daily looking at John’s phone number Jazzy decided to call it although she was sure that John had completely forgotten about her and wrote her off as a nut case. The urge to explore her kink was growing stronger and it was now or never. After the first couple of rings, Jazzy started to hang up when she heard his voice.

“Hello, this is John,” he said. After a minute of silence, he repeated, “This is John. Who is this?” John knew that it was one of his friends because he did not give out his phone number to just anyone. “Answer me or I am going to hang up.” He pulled the phone away from his ear to look at the number, but it was marked private.

As he was ready to hang up, he heard a soft voice, almost a whisper say, “John, this is Jazzy,”

“Jazzy?” he asked in a questionable tone of voice, racking his brain to put a face to the name.

Jazzy realized that she had not given him her name so she quickly said, “The girl from the club, the Red Room.”

When she said that, John remembered her and asked, “Are you ready to explore your kink?” hoping that she would say yes because he had no idea why else she would be calling him.

Swallowing, Jazzy took a moment to collect her thoughts before she said, “Yes, but I don’t want my first time to be at the club. How much would you charge for a house call?”

“For a pretty lady like yourself, I will do it for free, including the after and before sex.”

Thinking a moment, she told him, “Okay, when would be a good time?”

Glancing at his watch and seeing it was only six o’clock, John asked, “How about tonight? Give me your address and I can be there around eight o’clock?”

“Tonight?” Jazzy asked. “Ah…ah…okay.”

“Okay, now I want you to wear a skirt, a button-down blouse, no bra but wear regular panties, not skimpy panties either. Shoes are optional.” John instructed. “Now, what is your address?”

Jazzy told him and they hung up. She sat there on the couch, holding her phone in her hands, tempted to call him back and cancel out but Jazzy knew if she canceled out now, she would never have the guts to do it again. Jazzy stood up and headed upstairs to take a shower.

At precisely eight o’clock, Jazzy heard the doorbell peal. Well, no turning back now. I am actually about to explore my kink and have it come true.

Looking out the peephole, she saw John standing there, holding a small bouquet in his hands. Tonight he was dressed casually in jeans and a tee-shirt. Opening the door, she stood back so he could step inside. As he handed her the flowers, John eyed her up and down.

“Do I look okay?” Jazzy asked, looking down at the knee-length navy blue skirt and a light blue button-down shirt. She felt strange going braless because her size-40Cs were not meant to swing free.

“Yes, you look fine,” he replied, handing her the flowers.

“Thank you,” Jazzy said, ”Would you like something to drink?” hoping he would say yes because her nerves could stand some steadying.

“Nothing now, but if you need something to fortify yourself, go ahead.”

“I am okay. I will be right back,” as she went to the kitchen to find a vase to put the flowers in.

When she came back into the living room, John was lounging on her couch. Seeing her, he sat up straighter and smiled at her. John knew that she was a bit nervous with it being her first time, and he planned on making it a very memorable experience but she was going to feel the spanking. Otherwise, it was useless to even explore the kink.

“Come sit beside me,” he said, patting the cushion beside him.

After putting the vase of flowers on the entrance table, she came over and sat beside him. John took her hand, rubbing his thumb over the palm as his other hand pulled her head toward him so he could kiss her. As his lips touched hers, he nipped her bottom lip and then ran his tongue over it. Jazzy parted her lips slightly, just enough for him to push his tongue inside. As their tongues tangled, John deepened the kiss. By this time, he had released her hand and was using that same hand to slowly slip the buttons of her blouse out of the buttonholes.

Opening the first four buttons, he slid his hand inside, cupping her breast, dragging his thumb over her sensitive nipple, feeling it become taut under his touch. Taking her nipple between his thumb and index finger, he pinched it hard, causing her to gasp and pull back, breaking the spell.

“That hurt,” Jazzy said.

Looking at her, John calmly told her, “If you cannot stand the pain of a pinched nipple, then you are not cut out for your kink,” as he stood up, looking down at Jazzy.

“I can stand the pain. You just startled me. Please sit back down.”

Deciding to give her another chance, he sat back down. Jazzy leaned toward him, offering him her lips. As they kissed, he continued to work the rest of the buttons out of the buttonholes. John leaned back and slipped the blouse off her shoulders, tossing it aside. John took a breast in each hand, leaning down to kiss each one, dragging his tongue over each nipple before taking them in his mouth, sucking and flicking the tip with his tongue, alternating between each breast.

Jazzy let out a huge sigh as the pleasure washed over her, dampening her panties. John pushed her back on the couch, lying on top of her as he continued to make love to her breasts. Jazzy knew that her nipples were sensitive but not how sensitive they were until now. She started to feel that familiar ache in her core, her juices starting to flow freely. Jazzy began to breathe heavily, taking in gulps of air through her open mouth as she slowly moved toward her orgasm.

Just as she reached the edge, John suddenly stopped and sat up, leaving her body in need of cumming. She watched as he stood up and looked around the room, finally asking, “Do you have any straight-back chairs?”

"Ah, yes, in the kitchen,” Jazzy told him, sitting up, realizing that her first spanking was about to happen. She felt a tingle down there, the same tingle she got when watching porn spanking videos with her vibrator rubbing over her enlarged clit,

John assumed that she had gone in the kitchen to get a vase for her flowers, so he got up and went the same direction. When he came back a few minutes later, he was carrying one of the kitchen chairs. He placed it in the middle of the room and patted his lap. Jazzy stood up and slowly walked over to him, her body trembling with pent up sexual need; her knees felt so weak she said a short prayer that they would not collapse. When she reached his side, John reached up and took her left forearm, giving a gentle tug until she draped herself over his lap.

John smoothed down her skirt and patted her ass. “Are you sure? If you say yes, you will get your first spanking and it will hurt.”

“Yes,” Jazzy whispered, mentally preparing herself for the first smack.

John raised his hand and brought it down on her ass and then did it again, this time a little harder. He heard her gasp as his hand connected for the third time. After six smacks, he reached down, grabbed the hem of her skirt, pulling it up until he had it bunched up on her back. He gently caressed her ass, his hand moving down between her legs, rubbing the crotch of her dampened panties. Very carefully he worked his finger under the edge of the elastic, rubbing it up and down her wet slit.

“Someone has been a naughty girl, playing with herself and getting her panties wet,” as he teased her slit with his finger. “You know you are not allowed to play without my permission,” reverting to his Dom persona and Jazzy being his submissive. “You are going to have to be punished,”

Jazzy was not sure how to answer him or even how she should act. She felt him pull his finger out and then his hand was on the waistband of her panties, easing them down until they were around her knees. John looked at his handiwork as he slipped three fingers inside her, moving them back and forth, curling them slightly to reach her G-spot.

I wish I had thought to ask her if she had a vibrator. Oh well, next time, John thought. She will like having a vibe in her pussy while being spanked if there is a next time.

Pulling his fingers out of her, John sniffed her scent before he sucked the juice from his fingers. Holding her tight, he brought his hand down on her bare ass, first one cheek and then the other several times before stopping and rubbing her ass. It was slightly warm and a light shade of red, so he decided she could handle a few more before he moved to the next part. This time the smacks were harder. After ten more smacks, he helped Jazzy to her feet and stood up.

“Where is your bedroom?” John asked.

Jazzy stepped out of her panties, took him by the hand, and led him to her bedroom. Once there, John helped her out of her skirt and had her lie down on the bed on her stomach, ass in the air. He stood at the foot of the bed admiring his handiwork and her ass.

That ass is made for spanking, as he crawled on the bed, planting kisses on her reddened cheeks while drawing his fingers up and down her slit, occasionally dipping inside. As he moved closer to her anus, he stuck his tongue out, running it up the crease of her butt, his tongue darting in and out of her tight rosebud.

“Roll over,” he instructed.

Once she was on her back, John bent forward and began to feast on her breast, making sure that he marked each one with a hickey before kissing his way down her body, tonguing and sucking on her belly button. He kissed and nipped his way down one thigh, taking the time to kiss and suck her toes before doing the same to the other leg. By this time Jazzy was so turned on her body felt like one sexual nerve that was connected to her pussy and at any moment she would explode into a thousand pieces.

Placing his lips close to her opening, he blew out several breaths of hot air, earning a loud moan and the rolling of her hips. Placing his hands on her hips to hold her in place, he ran his tongue up her slit, going in as far as he could, and then going up to suck on her clit.

“Oh damn, I need to cum,” she moaned as another wave ricocheted through her body, sending her closer to the edge. Jazzy was not sure just how much more she could stand.

John continued what he was doing, using his fingers to bring her that much closer. Finally, she could hold back no more as she tumbled over the edge, her juices squirting all over his face, down his hand, and soaking the bed. Her body shook and trembled, lights flashing before she lost temporary consciousness. Her body soon started to relax as the orgasm little by little left her body, making her feel as limp as a dishrag.

He moved over to sit by the bed, watching her relax. Jazzy opened her eyes and saw him sitting there, the remnants of her orgasm splashed on the front of his tee-shirt, making several dark spots on the white shirt.

“Are you okay? Did you enjoy your first experience?” John asked as he leaned in to capture her lips.

“It was amazing,” Jazzy told him, smiling. “Why are you still dressed? I thought we were having sex?”

“We will…next time. Tonight was all about you,” John said. “Next time I will take you doggie style hard after you have been spanked. Or will there be a next time?”

“Yes, there will be a next time,” Jazzy replied. “When?”

“Let’s make it Friday and we will have all weekend to play,” John suggested.

Thinking a minute about her schedule and whether she would be off or not, Jazzy said, “That will work.”

He kissed her once more and said, “Walk me to the door and get some sleep.”

Jazzy walked him to the door and they kissed before he walked out the door. After locking the door, she made her way back to the bed. She wanted to take a quick shower but her entire body felt like it was ready to implode, so she decided to go to bed instead. As Jazzy slipped into bed, she rolled onto the wet spot but Jazzy was too tired to care. All she wanted was sleep because she had to be up in five hours for work.