My first posted stab at erotica in a long time. If you critique, please be gentle.

I arrive at your hotel room and as always later than we planned. I'll never learn. You invite me inside while wearing a smile on your face and pull me into a close embrace. You tell me how beautiful I look, how great I feel and how wonderful I smell. I'm wearing oils of amber and jasmine; a killer combination that calls to the earthy nature of a man and makes him want me to the core. Let's see if it works on you.

You offer me a drink and a seat on the sofa. You make yourself a drink and sit at the middle of the sofa. We make small talk about the weather, your trip, Louisville traffic but there is an undercurrent of tension and we're not fooling ourselves about why we find ourselves alone in your room.

You offer to massage my neck and shoulders to relieve some of that tension and I readily offer my shoulders to your agile hands. For several minutes, you give me a proper massage, releasing all that pent up nervousness. Mindlessly, I moan in pleasure and lose myself to the massage as your fingers move from therapeutic to erotic and you gently tug my hair, caress my shoulders and arms and kiss my neck. My pussy is dampening under my skirt and I can't help but squirm and think of how much I want to feel your breath on it. You gently nibble my ear and breathily tell me how much you've anticipated this moment and ask me if I'm ready for the real fun to begin.

"Mmm, yes." I say. "Yes. Yes. Yes."

"I was hoping you'd say that," you chuckle.

The next instant is a blur as you reach behind me and grab both my wrists with one hand and push me down across your lap with the other. I start to protest but you cover my mouth with your hand and say, "You've been a very bad girl, Dianne. You know what happens to very bad girls, don't you?" You don't wait for my reply and answer the question yourself. "Well, maybe not now," you answer yourself, "but by the end of the night, you will."

Trapped with my hands held behind my back, your other hand again pressing into the small of my back and my face buried in the sofa, I'm helpless to escape. You firmly caress my bottom as you lecture me about the importance of being prompt when replying to your email and threaten me with one spanking per day that I've fallen behind. "And not only that, Dianne," you say. "You were sixteen minutes late arriving. I'm thinking one spanking per minute ought to teach you a lesson."

I try to squirm out of your hold but you're much stronger than I. "Stop that," you say firmly as you slide your hand under my skirt and start to raise it. "Or the spankings will be across your naked bottom instead of over your skirt." That thought sobers me up instantly and I stop trying to escape my punishment; choosing the lesser of two evils.

I would never admit it to you but lying across your lap has made my pussy even wetter than before. I can tell it has the same effect on you as I feel your cock hardening beneath me. The pressure of gravity and being pushed against your legs alerts me to my full bladder. Your fingers climb higher up my thighs. I gasp as I feel them brush against my panties; embarrassed because you can feel the dampness of my arousal. Your fingers peel the soft fabric from my skin and lightly tickle the soft hair of my mons. As your fingers glide towards my clit, a thought comes to me...

"Uh. Uh, wait. Oh, please wait." I say. "I was so nervous all day about meeting you and my mouth was so dry. I must have drank six bottles of water. I really need to pee."

"Don't give me any of that," you say.

"But it's true. Trust me. I wouldn't lie about a thing like that. Please. It hurts. Please let me go to the bathroom first," I beg.

You release my hands and help me off your lap. I'm a little lightheaded after being overturned across your legs for so long so you help to steady me and walk me to the bathroom.

"Thanks," I say, as I turn into the bathroom and try to close the door. But your hand stops me. I raise my eyebrows to you in question and you tell me the door is to remain open. At this point, my bladder is about to burst so I'm not about to argue.

"Wait," you say. "I don't trust you. How do I know you really have to go?"

I want to say that the huge puddle in the middle of the floor should tell you in about ten seconds if you don't let me go but after our tussle on the couch and the threat of bare-bottomed spankings, I don't dare smart off to you.

I bite my lip, open my eyes wide and try to think of something to say but words fail me. "Take off your panties," you say. I quickly comply. "Now lift up your skirt," you command. Again, I comply. You guide me to the toilet seat and tell me to sit. I obey. You squat across from me and tell me to spread my legs. I swallow hard and open my legs slightly. Your face is mere inches from my pussy but all I can think about is my aching bladder just begging for release.

"More!" you command. "Spread them more." Again I swallow nervously and try to comply but not quickly enough for you. Roughly you grab my thighs and force them apart on either side of the seat. Your hands still resting on my legs preventing me from closing myself from view.

I am completely open to you now. The harsh fluorescent light allows no modesty for me.

"Well, go ahead," you tell me.

"I can't," I whimper.

"You CAN and you WILL." you say firmly.

Whether from the force of my bladder of the force of your voice, I know not which, urine starts to trickle into the water. You peer more closely and your hands move to spread my lips apart giving you a better view than before. Your forearms and elbows pressing against my thighs, keeping me from closing my legs.

I have never peed in front of anyone before. My face turns several shades of red as my bladder empties and I'm helpless to stop the flow. I tremble from fear, shame, arousal, release. It's all swirling around in my head and I don't know which way is up anymore.

Finally, my bladder is empty and I'm ready to stand up. "Good girl," you say, as you hand me some tissue with which to wipe myself. You stand up and leave me to finish up in the bathroom.

I breathe a sigh of relief and that the moment has passed; flushed with excitement and belated thrill at being exposed to you so intimately. I take a few deep breaths to compose myself and exit the bathroom.

"You did good," you say and cross the room to give me a big hug. I'm still speechless after the experience but the night is young. "Trust is very important. Without trust, you've got nothing. I think we just might work out well together."

As if reading my mind, you say, "The night is still young and there are many pleasures yet to explore. I know of an interesting toy store a few blocks away. Are you ready to go shopping?"

I trail slightly behind you, my cheeks flushed with embarrassment, my eyes to the ground and head bent like a good submissive following her Master. If you look closely, you might just see a glimpse of a smile starting to form on my lips and a little sparkle in my eyes.

You walk me over to your car and off we go on our first adventure. I can't wait for the fun to begin.

Written by Egirlky, DLR, 2011