(Two years later, Cindy visits Joe at a hotel room.)

Cindy rushed along the hotel hallway searching for the right room. When she found the door she knocked quickly. She was running a few minutes late and did not want to start off their dinner date on the wrong foot. Joe opened the door.

“I’m sorry I’m running a little late, Sir.” She apologized while catching her breath.

Joe gave her a very disappointed look. “A little late?” He checked his watch. “It is 4:08. You are 8 minutes late.” He paused to let Cindy worry about it for a moment.

“Come in.” He finally said, motioning her in.

Cindy walked in and stood between the bed and the desk. Joe had arrived at the hotel only 30 minutes earlier, and just removed a few small items from his suitcase. One of those items was a black leather bag with a zipper. It was the only thing on the bed, and it piqued Cindy’s curiosity.

Joe closed the door and sat on the end of the bed in front of Cindy. He looked her up and down, examining her outfit and her body.

“Turn around.” He said calmly. Cindy obediently turned, very slowly, giving Joe time to study her from all sides. Cindy was wearing a little black dress as Joe had requested. It had thin straps and a low cut neckline that gave a good view of her cleavage and the upper part of her breasts. The dress had a built-in support so she was able to skip a bra and avoid visible bra straps on her shoulders. It was a stretch knit fabric that hugged her body and showed off her curves, ending just above her knees. Cindy didn’t usually wear such short, tight fitting outfits, but she had selected it this evening hoping it would please Joe.

After turning around she looked at him and waited.

“I like it.” Joe said.

Cindy breathed a deep sigh of relief and relaxed a touch.

“However,” he added, “the 8 minutes late will need to be addressed.”

Cindy’s smile faded away. She knew Joe enjoyed correcting her transgressions, especially in uncomfortable ways.

“8 inches for 8 minutes. That sounds fair to me.” Joe reached for his black bag.

Cindy did not know what Joe meant by that, and this worried her.

Joe removed a pair of scissors from his bag. In one hand he held the hem of her dress slightly away from her thighs. With the other hand he cut a vertical slit straight up the front. Cindy watched in shock as the stretchy fabric pulled the slit open, exposing her upper thighs. Joe put his hands on her hips and rotated her left and right, checking the visibility through the new slit. It gave a perfect view of Cindy’s upper thighs where they touched each other.

“Yes. 8 inches is a definite improvement.” Joe stated, pleased with his work.

All Cindy could think about was how careful she was going to have to be to prevent flashing other people at the restaurant. A slit up the side of a dress showed only leg, but this slit up the front was far more revealing and risky.

Then Joe held the scissors at the top of the slit and started cutting horizontally. Cindy froze. Joe cut sideways, turning her by the hips, and working his way all around. He removed the bottom 8 inches from the dress.

Joe looked at Cindy’s and smiled. “There. That’s done.”

Cindy looked at Joe with dread. “Sir, that feels very short. I’m concerned that my knickers will be seen by people when we go out.”

“Oh. Now. Don’t be silly. Nobody is going to see your knickers. I wouldn’t let that happen.” Joe reassured her.

Joe set down the scissors, reached up under Cindy’s dress, hooked his fingers over the waistband of her knickers, and pulled them down to the floor in one fluid motion.

“There we go. No risk of anyone seeing your knickers.”

Cindy obediently stepped out of her knickers. She looked at them on the floor, the last bit of privacy she had been relying on. Clearly this was going to be a very challenging evening out. Without even testing, Cindy knew that when she sat in the restaurant there would be no dress fabric between her and the seat. It would be her bare skin on the chair.

Without leaving any time for discussion Joe announced, “I think it’s time to warm you up. You may assume the position.”

Cindy knew there was no going back to the dress issue. It was time to move on. She looked around the room for a clear patch of wall that she could place her hands on.

“We will be using the window today.” Joe said, directing her to the full length window. Cindy walked to the window and Joe followed her. He pulled the cords and opened the drapes so that they could see out and look down at the road and sidewalk below. It was only the second floor of the hotel, but it still felt high up. Keeping her legs straight, Cindy bent over and placed her palms against the glass. She had a good view of the traffic passing by, and assumed they could look up and see her in return. She could feel her face flushing.

As she bent over, Cindy’s shortened dress slid up in the back, exposing that crease between her thigh and her ass cheeks. In fact it felt like half of her ass was now visible to Joe. She looked down at the people passing by and waited for the impact. She hoped to keep her facial expression neutral and not draw any more attention to herself while on display in the window.

Joe lifted her dress up the rest of the way, letting it gather at her waist.

“You may count these out loud as usual.” He said. While he phrased it as an option, Cindy knew well enough this was not an option. This was a requirement.

Joe’s open palm swung in and landed on her left butt cheek.

“One, Sir.” She quickly responded. Joe landed another in the same place.

“Two, Sir.” She replied.

Joe’s swing was not a grazing slap. It was more like a tennis racket swing, impacting directly into her flesh, and pushing her hands against the glass. While she felt the sting in her skin, the shake was carried through her body, jiggling her thighs and her tits and any other parts that were so inclined. Watching the cars pass by, and feeling the sting on her ass grow, it took all her focus to keep track of the count. She had learned in the past not to lose track of the count.

After 8 spankings on that cheek Joe paused. He lightly rubbed his hand over her pink skin, feeling its softness and its warmth. He then moved over a half step and prepared to work on the other cheek.

“Starting at one.” He said.

Smack!

“One, Sir.”

Smack!

“Two, Sir.”

Joe continued until Cindy announced “Eight, Sir.”

He stopped and rubbed both cheeks, soothing her with some gentle touch. Joe had been working with Cindy long enough to know she could take more if he delivered it in stages. She needed a little time to catch her breath.

Joe walked to the bed and retrieved a small paddle from his bag. It was a stiff leather paddle. The handle had a textured grip with a bit of a knob at the end. The flat portion was as wide as Joe’s palm, and about twice the length of his hand. Joe enjoyed using this paddle on Cindy. It made a wonderfully sharp cracking sound when it landed. It also brought out a wonderful shade of red on Cindy’s otherwise pale creamy skin. It didn’t shake her body as much as his hand did, but it made up for it with extra zest. About a year ago Cindy had reluctantly admitted to Joe how much it made her bottom burn for a long time, and how she enjoyed the continued reminder for hours after its use. Joe wanted Cindy to be very aware of her ass for the rest of the evening.

“Starting at one.” He said again.

Crack!

“One, Sir.”

Cindy could feel the difference. Waves of fiery warmth started at her ass and washed over her body. It was difficult to keep a straight face.

Crack!

“Two, Sir.”

Cindy knew she could physically handle a firm spanking session with Joe, but she was not able to control the way her eyes watered. Every time he turned up the heat, tear drops would stream down her face. She wasn’t crying, but her eyes had a special way of coping with the situation. After the spanking Joe would enjoy wiping away her tears, and comment on how lovely her puffy eyes looked.

After 8 on the left and 8 on the right, Joe put down the paddle. He returned his hands to lightly rub Cindy’s tender cheeks. The color was beautiful. Red in the center of each cheek, fading to pale pink around the edges. They felt warm to the touch. Warm and red and smooth. A pleasure to see and hold.

Joe moved an ottoman behind Cindy and sat down. With his palms on her cheeks and his thumbs near the middle, he gently parted them, exposing her crack to the open air. His face was at the same level as her ass, and he was able lean in closely, admiring the wrinkles and puckers of her darkened skin as it gathered and disappeared into her secret hole. He could tell Cindy was tense and holding very still, likely embarrassed and nervous about having that part of her exposed.

Due to her watery eyes, Cindy could not clearly see the people on the sidewalk look up at her as they passed by. They looked. They puzzled. Some of them pointed and laughed with their friends. She knew she could not control what those strangers got to see. Cindy just gazed through her blurry vision and waited for Joe to release her from all this.

She felt his hands on her cheeks. She felt him part her cheeks, and she felt the open air along her normally closed butt crack. She knew he was looking at her, at her dirty little place. She had showered and scrubbed herself just 30 minutes earlier, but there was alway a lingering fear that she was unclean back there. She had always felt that way.

Cindy could feel Joe's breath on her skin. Not on the cheeks, but between them. It was warm, and close, and caused Cindy to close her eyes tightly. He was in her very personal space. She did not want to see anything.

She felt a light touch on her skin between her cunt and her anus, but his hands were still holding her cheeks spread apart. She felt his warm breath again, blowing over her damp delicate skin. She felt him lightly trace his tongue over her sensitive region, across her pucker, and up along her crack. She couldn’t prevent the automatic response of her sphincter, the way it tightened and kissed the tip of Joe's tongue as he passed by. Shivers ran up her very tense spine.

Joe started again down low, and slowly traced a straight path over her pucker and up her crack. This second pass was just like the first, and the repetition felt almost calming.

The third pass was still more familiar, as Cindy knew what it would feel like and how her body would respond. She was completely ignoring the burn in her cheeks, and now noticed the wetness building inside her pussy.

The fourth pass was a little slower, allowing Joe’s tongue to follow the creases in towards the center, to dip in at the middle and back up the other side. The pathway was now slick, and the motion was soothing. Cindy noticed her sphincter was no longer tightening each time, and she was enjoying the contact between her sensitive skin and Joe’s warm tongue. She also realized she had been counting the passes to herself. She looked forward to the next one.

Five, she counted to herself. This pass of the tongue felt even slower. The steady contact over every contour of her backside was welcome. Cindy relaxed and lowered her torso down so that she could roll her hips back and up. She tried to open herself more, offering better access to her secret core.

Six. Cindy pushed back towards Joe’s mouth, trying desperately to increase the connection between them. His hands and tongue were not enough. She wanted him to envelope her.

Seven. She felt Joe’s tongue make little side-to-side swiping motions as he traveled. Widening the path, and coaxing her crack farther open. It was like getting a massage from the inside.

Eight. Oh no, Cindy thought to herself. Was this the last one? She didn’t want it to end. She put all her effort into giving herself to Joe, hoping to convince him to stay longer. Sadly, she felt his tongue reach the end of her road, and lift off. He kept her cheeks parted a little longer, taking in the sight, but the licking was done.

“Eight, Sir.” Cindy whispered.

Joe released Cindy’s cheeks. The white prints from his hands quickly returned to red. Her relaxed, wet secret was hidden again, for now. Joe stood and gave Cindy’s hips a gentle pull. Signaling it was time to stand up. She stretched herself upright and turned to face Joe.

“Thank you, Sir.” She whispered, looking up into his eyes.

Joe slid his hands from her hips up along her sides and over her breasts. He circled them a few times and then continued up to her neck. He held her by the neck, tucked under her jaw. With one hand on each side, he lifted her chin up so that she was looking directly at him. He leaned in very close, face to face. Cindy wanted to kiss him. She parted her lips, wanting to invite him into her. He was staring right into her eyes, so close that she felt his breath on her lips.

“You,” he whispered into her mouth, “are so sexy.”

Cindy was melting inside. This is what she had been looking forward to all month.

“Your body,” He continued, “Brings me so much pleasure.”

The wetness between her legs was overwhelming.

“I am going to do unspeakably dirty things to you tonight. I am going to watch you squirm, and tremble, and you will be begging to cum.”

Ahhhhh, she thought. He said the word cum. Cindy was hungry for his cum. She wanted to swallow him and let him become a part of her.

“Are you here for me?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir.” She replied.

Joe slid one of his hands back down her body, and found the tight space between them. Cindy quickly parted her legs to give him access to her. Joe slid two fingers down her bare smooth mound, over her clit, and along her sticky wet labia. His touch shot waves through her body that made her shiver.

“Are you a horny little sub?” Joe asked.

“Yes. Sir.” Cindy gasped.

He curled his finger tips and drew them back along her folds and then lifted his hand up to study the goopy creamy drips covering his fingers. He held them up for Cindy to see her own juices. Then Joe touched his fingers to Cindy’s forehead, and traced them down the bridge of her nose, wiping a visible white goopy trail of cream all the way to the tip. He slid them into her open mouth and Cindy sucked them in as far as they could go, cleaning him with her tongue and lips. Her tangy juices always tasted better when she licked them from his body.

“It is time for us to go to dinner.” Joe gently interrupted her suckling. He withdrew his fingers and stepped back.

Joe pulled the bunched up dress from her waist and smoothed it down over her hips and ass. Cindy couldn’t tell if it was covering her whole ass, but she did not care. She was his for the night, and he would take care of everything.

Joe brought his hands back up to Cindy’s breasts.

“You know how much I adore your breasts?” He asked, palming and squeezing them.

“Yes. Sir.” Cindy replied. She wanted desperately to offer him her bosom to suckle. She wanted to nourish him.

“And while I do like this dress you wore, it does not present your breasts in all their splendor.” Joe explained. “Your beautiful breasts deserve better.”

“Yes, Sir” Cindy agreed tentatively.

Joe grabbed her shoulder straps and pulled them down her arms, peeling the dress down and inside out, exposing Cindy’s breasts

“Ahhhh. There they are. My favorite tits in the whole world.” Joe caressed them from her chest down to her nipples. Cindy swooned from his touch. Joe gently gripped her nipples and lifted them up.

“Ahhh. You have such wonderful long hanging breasts.” Cindy’s smile faded. She loved the attention, but she wished Joe had not referred to them as long.

“It is great to lift your nipples way up here, and let them fall way back down to here.” Joe released her nipples and Cindy’s breasts dropped back down. He repeated this action, lifting high, and then dropping down. He slid his hands down the sides and tucked his fingers behind, between her breasts and her stomach.

“This here is one of my favorite places to warm my fingers. Not my most favorite, but one of my top five.” Joe wrapped his thumbs in front and began to squeeze. Cindy whimpered. At first it was from the humiliating references to the shape of her breasts. Then it shifted to the pressure Joe was applying to the core of her breast tissue with his thumbs. He kept squeezing until the pitch of her whimper ramped up.

Joe relaxed and lifted her right breast up so that he could kiss it. Cindy let out a slight coo.

Joe picked up the scissors from the bed and Cindy froze again. He pulled the foam support cups away from the dress and cut them along the sides. When he was done he tossed the scissors and the cups onto the bed. Then Joe lifted the straps back up to her shoulders, pulling the dress back up, behind her breasts. He bounced them a couple times, swinging them side to side, then with a pinch of a nipple he lifted one up, pulled the dress forward, and dropped her breast into the dress. He repeated this with the other breast and then adjusted the neckline. Now, instead of two round orbs sitting up high, the shape of Cindy’s natural hanging breasts could easily be seen thanks to the snug fitting fabric. Joe plucked at her nipples through the cloth until they protruded as little nubs, letting the world know exactly where her nipples were.

“There you go. Much better.” Joe said. He stepped up close to Cindy again and took her head in his hands. He lifted her face up to his.

“You,” he whispered into her mouth, “are my good little sub.” The worried wrinkles of her brow disappeared and the devoted adoring look returned to her eyes. “Are you ready for dinner now?” He asked.

“Yes, Sir.” Cindy whispered.

Joe gave her a small kiss on the lips. He took her hand and led her towards the door. Cindy followed with a smile.