Her name was Justine, and I had met her a few times during my badminton sessions at the sports club.
Quite young, I'd put her at between twenty and twenty-five, and certainly under thirty. She was of average height, with a slim waist, nicely rounded hips and a nice, firm, plump buttock, most of the time molded into a pair of smart leggings that showed her off perfectly. It was difficult to estimate the size of her breasts, as they were probably compressed by a sports bra, but it was certain that there was a minimum of material held in there.
Her wavy, rebellious chestnut hair, which she kept in a high ponytail, crowned a very pretty face which exuded innocence but which was regularly lit up by a mischievous and sometimes naughty look in her blue eyes.
She was a pretty girl, cute and friendly, and I found myself observing her as she sweated on the pitch, imagining her wearing far less clothes and sweating for many reasons other than club sport...
Up until then, our exchanges had been limited to a few tips on how to play and a few smiles punctuating the points of hard-fought games.
We were in a small town, and it was very common to bump into a friend or acquaintance on the road, in the supermarket or in the few shops in the town, and that day was no exception as I found pretty Justine stranded in the almost deserted supermarket car park.
The young woman seemed to be in a bad situation, with a boot full of shopping and a car that wouldn't start.
With no hidden motive and only my ideal of a knight in shining armor, I parked next to her car to offer my help. Although I wasn't a mechanic, I quickly identified a simple battery problem and started his car using the cables I kept in mine.
I then offered to escort her home to make sure she didn't break down again on the side of the road.
As I pulled up in front of her house, I rolled down my window to say goodbye when she asked me to come and have a drink with her to thank me for helping her.
At first, I refused, as I had not expected anything in return, but she was so insistent that I finally agreed and followed her car to the car park in front of her building.
After helping her upstairs with her shopping, I found myself standing in front of the bay window of her terrace, admiring the view of the city and the sea in the distance as I sipped a cold beer while she put her shopping away.
I was suddenly startled, almost spilling my beer, when Justine came up behind me quietly and put her hand on my crotch.
‘I think you deserve more than just a beer for coming to my rescue today,’ she said in a warm, naughty voice.
‘I, I... listen it's lovely and very tempting but I don't deserve so much and anyway, I'm married and faithful so I'll pass,’ I said as I turned to face her and took a step back.
She had taken off her clothes and was presenting herself to me in a ravishing set of blue lace lingerie, almost matching her eyes. With fevered eyes and quivering lips, she moved closer to me again and put her hand on my sex, which was slowly beginning to awaken under my shorts.
‘But you can't deny me that,’ she said, ’I'm all wet already and I just want to suck you off and feel your cock deep inside me!
I wasn't mistaken about that mischievous look, the little girl was as hot as embers and wanted nothing more than get fucked brainless, but there you go, faithfulness obliges, I couldn't give in.
There followed a confused melee during which I tried to push Justine away as she desperately tried to hold on to my cock while rubbing her breasts against my chest.
‘Justine, that's enough now get off me right now! Don't make me get angry!’
The ridiculousness of the situation and of my exclamation was not lost on me, but I had to raise my voice to reason with her.
She stopped suddenly, surprised by my outburst, her eyes wide and her mouth half-open.
‘Make you hungry?’ she said. ‘What's wrong with that? Would you be capable of spanking me perhaps?’ Surprise was quickly replaced by provocation. The desire and excitement had already returned to her eyes.
I looked at her dazed by this unexpected turn of events. My brain was on the verge of shutting down, sending me dozens of suggestions every second.
To this day, I'm still convinced that I chose the right one...
‘All right!’ I said. ‘You leave me no choice. Take off your panties and come here on my knees,’ I said, sitting down on the sofa.
She obeyed immediately, got rid of her lovely knickers and came to lie on my lap, her pelvis pressed against my right thigh, her hands and feet touching the floor on either side of my knees, her head lowered between her arms.
What a delicious view! Her buttocks looked magnificent in that position. She'd kept her legs together so I couldn't see her sex, but I could smell the arousal, which made my mouth water. I imagined her sweet, delicious pussy just waiting to be tasted and then taken with great strokes of my cock.
‘That's the perfect position to punish a wanton little slut who doesn't listen to her Master. From now on, I don't want to hear anything other than Yes Master, Thank You Master and the count of each strike on your arse. You've earned ten strikes on each buttock, and you'd better not get the count wrong or your punishment will be extended.’
‘Yes, Master. Thank you for punishing me, Master.’
Without waiting for her to finish her sentence, I struck the first blow on her right buttock. I'd raised my hand high and if I hadn't used all my strength, I still hadn't come very far.
Justine gasped and gave a stifled cry of surprise but soon started to count.
‘Ooh! One... thank you, Master.’
I wasted no time and treated the left buttock in the same way immediately.
‘Huuumpf... One, thank you, Master.’
I could already see the imprint of my hand in red on her right buttock, so I shifted my second and subsequent strokes to cover all the available fleshy surface.
By the time I'd made my fifth stroke, Justine's entire arse was peony red, and I thought I felt a sensation of moisture on my thigh where her lower abdomen rested.
So far Justine had shown exemplary control: she had hardly flinched at each blow and had mastered the countdown and the thanks perfectly. Having reached the halfway point of the punishment, was she going to be able to cope with the rest just as well?
Before resuming, I confess, I took the opportunity to run both my hands over these two superb buttocks offered up to my caresses. A brief moan escaped the penitent's lips, but I couldn't tell whether it was from pain or pleasure. Her ass was exquisitely soft and now radiated a pleasant warmth.
‘It's time to pick up where we left off, little slut. Are you ready?’
‘Yes Master, I'm all yours.'
She'd easily switched to being formal without me even asking. Our relationship had shifted into another dimension: what had started out as an attempt at seduction had become a sort of game, and finally evolved into a relationship of domination/submission as if by magic. I hadn't wanted it and I don't think she had either, but the mechanisms had worked themselves out with disconcerting ease.