New Year's (2002)

New Year’s Eve
It was New Year’s Eve. Tara was excited as she left work late, having just finished what seemed to be a never-ending day, and feeling quite fortunate to have made it out of there by 8pm. Plus, a client of hers had given her a bottle of Dom Peringom, and she knew she and Thomas would enjoy that immensely.
As Tara pulled her car out of the parking garage at work her number appeared on her cell phone caller-id. It was Thomas asking how long she would be. “I am just leaving now, I’ll be home in a half an hour. What do you want to do tonight Baby? You want to go out to the bar or just stay home to celebrate the New Year? I should tell you that a client of mine gave me a bottle of Dom, so we can drink that if you want.”
“Tell you what,” replied Thomas. “I will let you know when you get here.”
“Okay, whatever you decide works for me. I just want to get these work clothes off as-soon-as-possible.”
“I think we can manage that,” Thomas said back, smiling into the phone.
“Okay, I am just getting onto the highway now, see you soon.”
“Bye Baby”
Tara pulled into the garage at home twenty-five minutes later. The garage door shut and Tara realized that the garage light was not working. Fumbling with her brief case in one hand and her jacket and the champagne in the other she made it inside in the dark, but there were no lights on in the hallway going up the stairs either. “That is weird, the power can’t be out because the garage door worked”, she thought as she tried in vain to switch on the lights.
Just then Thomas’ deep voice echoed down from the stairs above her. “STOP RIGHT THERE AND REMOVE ALL YOUR CLOTHES!” As Thomas spoke a bright light, obviously the big spot light from the garage, shown into her face. The light was too bright to look up the steps into it, but she knew Thomas was up to something.
Tara’s mind momentarily raced as she removed her heels, nylons, and suit…. Am I in trouble? No, all clear as far as getting caught doing something wrong. So, this must be the event he has planned for tonight. Excellent! She knew Thomas could see her undressing, but she still could not see him.
“REMOVE THE WATCH, NECKLACE, AND EARRINGS ALSO” came the deep voice from the steps above. Tara quickly complied, being careful to place her articles of clothing neatly on the bench beside the door, no use turning this wonderful surprise into a discipline session for not putting her things away properly.
“THERE IS A BLINDFOLD ON THE THIRD STEP, PUT IT ON”
Tara squinted into the light and found the blindfold. She slipped it around her blonde hair and secured the satin eyepieces over each eye. No use trying to peek and get away with it right now.
“TURN AND FACE THE DOOR. PLACE YOUR HANDS ON YOUR HEAD AND TOUCH YOUR NOSE TO THE DOOR.”
As Tara slowly turned and positioned herself properly she could hear Thomas coming down the steps. Then, she could feel him, also fully naked, rubbing against her back. Tara quickly realized that he was hard as he kissed her on the neck and slowly, lovingly nibbled at her right ear. Tara did not even attempt to talk; she just savored the smell and feel of Thomas. She was very wet.
He took her hands and placed them in front of her, securing them tightly with the thick, yet soft, rope they kept hidden in the bed headboard. Thomas rubbed his hands down her neck and cradled each firm breast in his hands. His index finger circled each nipple, feeling their hardness and then teasing them a bit with short, quick flicks from his fingers. Each flick sent a wave of pleasure into Tara’s clit, but Thomas went no farther down Tara’s body with is wonderfully strong hands. Thomas then turned her around and guided her up the steps and into what Tara presumed to be the living room.
“Don’t move Tara. Stand right here and remain perfectly still. Is that understood?”
“Yes Sir,” Tara quickly responded, already shifting easily into what Tara called ‘spanking mode.’
It was cold in the living room. Tara considered Thomas to be addicted to the air conditioner, and he knew he was but just could not take that first step and admit it. Looking at Tara, Thomas could tell she was freezing, but she looked so adorable when she was cold and helpless. Tara stood before him blindfolded and bound. Her blonde hair slightly ruffled by the elastic of the blindfold. He smiled as Tara tried to remain perfectly still. Her long legs and shoulders shivered slightly. “Her nipples are rock hard,” Thomas thought, “I hope that is because she is excited and not frozen solid. I am sure it is a combination of both.”
Thomas walked around Tara studying her shaved pussy and her round, perky bottom. He touched his fingers to the inside of Tara’s left ankle. Tara immediately responded to Thomas’ touch by sighing just a bit, but she remained still. Thomas ran his hand slowly up the inside of Tara’s leg, stopping in her pussy. There, he felt the heat and juices of her wet, hot clit. He fingered her for a few seconds, and then removed his hand. He was enjoying this too much. There was much more to do yet, before he got in there.
Thomas took Tara’s bound hands and raised them above her head, fastening the rope securely to the top of the ceiling fan. The sight was almost enough to make him cum, but he held it in.
“Tara, do not move or try to pull your hands down. If you do, you will be severely paddled. Is that understood?”
“Yes Sir, understood’’ Tara replied. She longed to know what he was going to do, to ask questions, or at least talk, but she bit her lip.
Tara stood before Thomas. Hands and arms stretched above her head. Her breasts fully displayed before him with her back slightly arched. Thomas took the long oak paddle off the counter and tapped Tara’s bottom gently. He then tapped the paddle on the inside of her legs, communicating to her to spread her legs before him. Tara complied. As she spread her legs Thomas used the handle of the paddle to test her wetness. Yes, Tara was very wet, almost to the point of dripping. Each touch of the paddle’s handle to her pussy sent waves through Tara’s body.
Thomas returned the paddle to the counter. Tara could hear the paddle touch the counter-top, but she could not determine what he picked up next. Then she heard a muffled WHISH, and felt the slight stinging of fifty soft, thin, suede rawhide straps of leather against her back. Thomas whipped Tara gently with the homemade whip. He started at her shoulders and continued down to the bottom of her buttocks. Each strike created a faint pink band across her buttocks and back. He criss-crossed the stripes, smiling as Tara tried with all her will power to remain still. The tips of the rawhide digging into her sides.
He then curled the whip up around his hand and whipped her breasts, gently, with a few of the straps of rawhide. They quickly turned from their original ivory color to pink. The outline of the rawhide strips surrounding her breasts. He whipped slowly at first, then quickly, focusing on her nipples. With each connection of the whip to her breasts Tara moaned and arched her back.
The pussy was next to feel the sting of the homemade whip. Each time the whip connected to Tara’s pussy she shivered from the excitement of it, moaning and whimpering quietly.
Thomas returned to the back and buttocks with the whip. He hit harder and faster this time. Hard, stinging hits to the buttocks with occasional whips to the back and shoulders. The intensity grew, and Tara found it difficult to hold position, not so much due to the pain of the whip, but because of the excitement in her clit.
Thomas paused and returned the whip to the counter. Tara heard him pick up the belt. “Hopefully it is the thick belt,” she thought. The thin belt hurts much more than the thick belt. Tara often asks to be spanked with the thick, well-worn leather belt, but rarely does Thomas comply, unless she has been very well behaved.
“Do not pull down with your hands. Remain still my love.” Thomas warned as the first stinging strike of the belt hit the underside of Tara’s bottom.
Tara held position. It was the thick belt, but it still hurt like hell for the first few strikes.
The strikes came quickly and quite hard. Nowhere near full force, but hard enough to make Tara feel each one. He covered every inch of her bottom, from the top, to the sides, to the tender under part of each cheek. He whipped the insides of her legs and he took the belt, gently, to her pussy.
“Please Thomas, take me now,” Tara pleaded after two or three minutes of the belt.
“Not yet Baby. Keep still.” Thomas replied as he stopped whipping her now red bottom and kissed her lips and nose.
He focused again on Tara’s bottom. He stood next to her, securing her against him with his strong left arm, while reminding her not to pull down with her hands. His cock was hard against her left leg. The doubled-over belt came down loudly against her bottom. She needed a good whipping, and Thomas applied the belt fast and severely to her bottom. Tara struggled against him, but not too much so as to upset him. He spanked her long and hard, until he was sure tears had begun to form under her blindfold.
Thomas returned the belt to the counter and picked up the small maple paddle. Tara knew what each implement was usually before he used them on her. Thomas knew this also, but enjoyed that fact.
“Please, not the maple paddle.”
“Shhhh,” was Thomas’ only reply as he walked behind her and spanked her hot red bottom with his hand. One spank to each cheek, and then the killer blow to her outspread, vulnerable crack, sending waves through Tara’s entire bottom and up to her head.
The paddle was very thin and light, but it packed a powerful sting. Tara held position as the paddle came slowly at first, and then with lightning speed and accuracy. Tara’s bottom quickly went from red to dark crimson, yet she held position, trying not to cry out. She only moaned from the pain and the enjoyment of the cold maple wood connecting over and over with her hot bottom. Her feet and legs moved a bit, but Tara was careful not to pull down on her arms, even though they were beginning to ache quite a bit.
The paddling stopped. Thomas wrapped his arms around her from behind, teasing her breasts. Tara could feel his hard cock against her burning ass. Tara wanted him to take her right then, but Thomas did not fulfill her wishes.
He loosened the rope from the ceiling fan and lowered her bound hands back in front of her. He massaged her shoulders, hands and arms for a few minutes and then carefully led her across the room to a blanket on the floor. He laid Tara down on the floor and spread her legs. Tara could still see nothing, but she was expecting him to crawl on top of her at any minute. Her pussy was dripping wet and hot. She was no longer shivering, the bout with the paddle, belt, and whip had taken care of that problem, but she was anxious for sex.
She longed to at least finger her ring above her clit, but Thomas raised her bound hands back above her head. He tied them securely to what she later learned was one of the heavy bar stools. He then secured each ankle with rope to another bar stool. There lay Tara, naked, aroused, and spread eagle on a red blanket on the floor of the living room.
Silence. Tara could not hear Thomas. She sensed that he was staring at her, but what was he doing. Then she heard a faint sound, like a cup being picked up, and then it hit her. A hot, yet wonderful sensation just above her right breast. The initial impact of the hot wax against her skin took her breath away, but then she smiled and laughed. It had been so long since they had used hot wax. She had forgotten about it. When they had first met they had experimented with it a bit, but she always thought the wax was too hot, and more often than not the wax would leave red marks and occasionally blisters on her skin, but this wax was wonderful. Not too hot, but hot enough.
“Thomas, where did you get this wax? I love it.” Tara knew she should not talk, but she had to ask.
“Shhhh. This wax won’t burn you, just enjoy it.” Thomas whispered back.
He knew she loved hot wax, and a friend had told him that the cheap wax from the supermarket candles, the tall ones in the class containers don’t burn. He smiled to himself as a feeling a relief passed over him. His friend was right.
Thomas dripped wax, red wax, in a circle around each breast. He then focused on each nipple, causing Tara to arch her back up each time the wax contacted her skin. Tara was smiling from ear to ear. He loved to stare at her face, her hair, and her helplessness. The crimson wax contrasted greatly with her ivory breasts and stomach. The look of Tara, bound, blindfolded, and covered in red wax was very erotic. Thomas was surrounded in red candles. They had been lit since Tara came home, so there was plenty of wax to be used.
Thomas dripped wax down her stomach to her navel. Her circled her belly button and then dripped wax on the top of her shaven pussy. Tara moaned in pleasure. He did not forget about the top of her legs either. Then he stopped.
Tara wondered what he was doing, and then she heard a vibrator. Thomas started it up and tickled her ring, then her clit, and then her pussy.
“Do not cum without permission, understood?”
“Yes Sir.” Tara could barely respond she was so aroused. Her back arched with waves of pleasure. Every part of her burned. Her bottom still felt hot and tender from the earlier spanking, her breasts still tingled from the wax, and now her pussy was alive and pulsing. She could feel her juices seeping in between her legs.
Thomas placed the vibrator in her pussy with a word of warning, “Do not let that fall out.”
Crawling over her, positioning each leg on either side of her, yet barely touching her, he leaned down and kissed her lips. Tara’s mouth opened, hoping Thomas would let her taste his manliness, but Thomas crawled back onto the floor beside her. He took the wax again, and this time he dripped it directly onto her clit and pussy. A small amount at first, but then huge splatters.
Tara fought the urge to cum, focusing on holding the vibrator in the correct position. Thomas reached down and shook the vibrator. In and out, in and out it went. Then he began to peel the dry wax off her breasts, then her stomach, and finally her pussy.
“Please, Thomas, I want to cum”
“Not yet, hold it in”
Thomas pushed the vibrator in deeper and then undid Tara’s hands and ankles. Rolling her onto her stomach he mounted her from behind. He sat on her lower body, leaned forward and kissed her neck and back. Tara was trapped. She barely needed to concentrate on the vibrator in her pussy; her own weight was holding it in place. She felt the cool lube on her other hole, and then she felt Thomas as he teased her with his hard cock.
“Are you okay with this Baby?” came Thomas’ deep loving voice.
“Yes, please, f*ck me in the ass.” Tara whispered back.
Thomas smiled, “Does my Baby need to be f*cked in the ass?” He asked as he removed Tara’s blindfold.
“Yes Sir, I’m ready,” She said as her eyes adjusted to the candlelit room.
Slowly, gently and carefully Thomas entered her, asking every few seconds if it hurt. Tara guided him in with her words, longing to cum. She was tight, and Thomas loved that. Tight and hot, with the vibrator still going in her pussy. The vibrations alone from her pussy made it almost impossible for Thomas not to cum, but he slowly entered her and then waited for Tara to say “okay.”
Tara felt him moving up and down inside her. Her head spun the waves were so strong. Within seconds she asked, “Thomas, may I cum?”
“Yes sweetie, cum whenever you want”
Tara’s back arched, the waves of a wonderful climax overwhelmed her. Once again she was blinded, but this time not from the blindfold, but from the intensity of her climax. Her sight came back, blurry at first, and then she felt Thomas’ hotness again. He was pushing hard, in and out, in and out, slowly. The waves started again. The vibrator had long since been pushed out of her pussy by her first climax, but she did not even hear it’s buzzing. The sound of Thomas’ breathing was strong in her ears. His cock moved faster inside her, up and down, deeper and deeper, harder and harder. She could feel his strength behind her. She moaned in rhythm to his cock. The waves came again, just as strong as the first, then Thomas spoke, “I am going to cum baby.”
Tara arched her back, pushing her bottom deeper into Thomas’ hardness. They came together. Thomas moaned behind her as he filled her with his wonderful juices. He stayed inside her, still now, yet hot. He leaned down and kissed her neck and ears. Then he pulled out, carefully yet quickly. He knew Tara did not like to continue after he came once in her ass, yet he longed to go again.
“Do you want to shower first?” Thomas spoke in his deep, soft voice.
“No Thomas, you go first”
Thomas took a towel and walked up the stairs to the bathroom, pausing half way up the stairs he said, “You okay Baby?”
“Oh yes, I am wonderful. Thank you.” Tara responded. Tara still had not moved from the blanket on the floor. She rolled over, took a towel that was nearby and then looked around. The room was a glow in candlelight. The clock read 10:04.
Ten minutes later Thomas called down to her, “You want me to leave the water running?”
“Here I come.” Tara called back as she stood up and walked up the stairs.
Twenty minutes later she and Thomas sat together on the couch, surrounded by blown out candles, ropes, and spanking implements. Tara was warm, wrapped in a blanket snuggled against Thomas. Thomas fidgeted as he sat on the couch. Tara knew that her “Mr. Organized” could not stand the thought of spending an evening surrounded in clutter, but she had no desire or energy in her to clean it up.
“Thomas,” Tara said, “If you make us a sandwich I will clean up this mess.”
“Thomas loved the idea. He got up and went to the kitchen as Tara put away the candles, shook out the wax blanket over the balcony, picked up the spanking implements, and returned the bar stools and the ropes all to their proper locations.
Together they settled back into the leather couch in a now clean living room, dimly lit with just a few candles Tara had left burning. They ate their roast beef sandwiches in silence as they watched the chaos in the streets of NY and Miami on TV. After eating Tara snuggled back into Thomas’ arms. Thomas looked down to see Tara fast asleep in his arms, and it was not even 11:30 yet. He knew she would sleep straight through the night right there, if he let her.
At ten minutes to twelve he slowly stood up, resting Tara’s head on a pillow. He went to the freezer, where he had placed the bottle of champagne and took it out, along with a plate of strawberries from the refrigerator. Taking the champagne, strawberries, and two glasses back to the couch he set them on the coffee table.
At 11:57 he woke Tara up. Tara was groggy, kissed him and tried to fall back asleep. He had worn her out. “Have some champagne, it is almost the New Year,” He said, smiling as he popped the bottle of champagne.
Tara kissed him on the lips, took a sip of champagne and a strawberry as she watched the ball drop on TV. What a wonderful way to celebrate the New Year. Ten minutes later she was out cold again, but this time Thomas took her in his strong arms and carried her up to bed. He studied the woman he loved so much as she slept, lightly kissing her on the cheek. Then, he turned out the lights and crawled in beside her, wrapping his arms around her as she slept.