Date: Sun, 18 Mar 2012 18:48:32 -0400 (EDT)
From: Poppa Mark
Subject: MISTRESS KATRINA

MISTRESS KATRINA (F/F, D/s, Spanking) by Poppa Mark
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Christine  had met Katrina at a friend's party and was mesmerized by her.
Katrina was  different than any woman she had ever known. She was confidant
and commanded  attention as she drifted among the group of people at the
party. She was dressed  in a classic black dress, high heels, and her makeup was
done in a gothic look.  She took Christine's breath away.
Christine watched Katrina sweep into the  room as she drifted to a corner
with a glass of wine and tried not to stare at  her, but she couldn't help
herself. As usual people pretty much ignored her  except for the hostess Lisa
who kept coming over to talk to her. Christine got  Lisa to tell her a
little about Katrina. "Oh she's a wicked one, that's what she  is," Lisa said
with a laugh. "She's got lots of money and lives all alone  outside of town
on the ridge." "Always wears black and has men slobbering over  her but is
seldom seen on a date." "They say she's real bitchy in a Dom kind of  way!"
 Lisa giggled again as the wine was affecting her now. "I do her hair and
nails and we are friendly so I invited her." "I'm surprised she came
because  she's usually pretty private". "I hear she has some pretty wild parties
in that  big old house of hers but no one local ever gets to go and I'm
dying to know  what goes on up there!" With another giggle Lisa left as her
husband called to  her.
Christine was hooked now as feelings she tried to ignore bubbled within
her. Taking her wine she slipped out to the deserted deck. She could feel
Katrina's eyes watching her as she left. She stood there alone looking at the
stars as people came and went, speaking only when spoken to. Her shyness
kept  her from talking much and besides her imagination was occupying her mind.
She  thought she was finally alone and was considering slipping out and
heading home  when a hand touched her shoulder making her jump. Turning she
found herself  staring into Katrina's lovely face. "Oh, did I scare you?" her
voice was almost  a deep purr. She could barely speak but nodded her head
and whispered "No." "I  hate to see a lovely lady left unappreciated," said
Katrina, "Do you mind if I  join you"? "PPPlease do," she stuttered.
Her cheeks felt hot with a blush and  she was glad for the darkness.
Katrina took over the conversation from there and  Christine was surprised that
she knew the bookstore she worked in well. Katrina  had ordered books from the
store where she worked, or hid as Lisa always kidded  her. Christine
remembered she had ordered some obscure erotic volumes in for her  and blushed
again as she realized what some of the subject matter was. She had  read some
of these with great interest after the store was closed and she  wouldn't be
disturbed. Katrina had carried the conversation, and without  realizing it
Christine mentioned about reading the books to her. "Really,"  Katrina said
with a smile, "now isn't that interesting? Why don't you come over  some
day so we can discuss them?" She squeezed Christine's hand then slipped her
a card with her number on it. "Let's get back to the party, shall we?"
Katrina  said, and taking her hand led her back into the crowd.
She remembered little  that happened after that except for Lisa asking her
what they had been talking  about for so long. "Oh books and stuff," she
replied and ignored Lisa's raised  eyebrow and questioning look. When she got
ready to leave and said her good  byes. Katrina gave her a smile and brushed
her fingertip across the back of her  neck. It sent shock waves through her
and her panties were soaked by the time  she got home. She rubbed herself
to climax as visions of Katrina dressed in  black and wielding the leather
strap filled her mind. "Oh god, what's wrong with  me," she wondered as she
lay in bed that night. But that vision would not go  away in the days that
followed.
Christine led a private life and preferred  her books to most people.
Certainly no virgin or prude she still dated rarely  and found most men boring
and crude. She always wore her hair up and used very  little make up. She was
told by the men she dated that she had a nice figure but  felt her bottom
was too big and her breasts too small. She almost always wore  loose dresses
and a sweater or jacket of some kind that hid her figure. The big  glasses
she wore instead of her contacts made her look like the classic image of  a
frumpy librarian. She was like the proverbial butterfly waiting to come out of
 her cocoon.
She read constantly and when she stumbled on an erotic novel  about
spanking and discipline she was fascinated and got extremely turned on.  After that
she searched them out on her off hours and found herself fantasizing
constantly about them. At first she always thought of herself with a dominant
male but when she read some books Katrina had ordered she found herself
thinking  about this dominant woman who had ordered them. The fact that she had
now  finally met Katrina she felt must be fate. In this small central NY town
she  never imagined she would have anyone she could share her fantasy with.
Could  Katrina really be the one?
One Friday several weeks later she was working  alone when the phone rang
and Katrina's low sexy voice purred out to her. She  had ordered some books
and wanted to check on them. They were in and Christine  found herself
offering to bring them to her. This seemed to please her and  Christine almost
melted when she said, "I hope that's not the only reason you  come to see me!"
"How about tomorrow around lunch time," Katrina asked? She  quickly agreed
almost unable to speak. "Just drive right up, my dear," Katrina  purred, "
I'll be waiting." Christine hung the phone up with shaking hands and  got
no more work done that day.
She spent a restless dream filled night and  awoke Saturday to the sun
shining in her window. She could barely contain  herself as she drank her coffee
and fussed about what to wear. The clock seemed  not to move at all so she
took a long hot bubble bath and then tried again to  find something to wear.
Her choices were limited as she wore mostly plain  dresses and skirts to
work. But not today she decided. She found a sundress she  almost never wore
because she thought it was too revealing. Just right for today  though. Down
at the bottom of her drawer was a sexy set of black bra and panties  an ex
boyfriend had given her but she had never worn along with some thigh high
stockings. At one time they had embarrassed her but now she felt a naughty
thrill as she put them on. She brushed her hair out so it fell over her
shoulders loosely. Slipping on the dress and putting in her seldom worn contacts
she went to the mirror. A stranger stared back at her, and a sexy one too
she  had to admit. She wondered what Katrina would think of her now. With a
deep  breath and the last of her courage she went to her nightstand and
opened the  drawer. There under some books was the leather tawse she had ordered
some months  before. Her attempts to use it on herself had only left her
frustrated and  wanting more. But would she have the courage to ask her, or
would she even want  to? What if she was wrong about Katrina and she didn't
want to play? With these  thoughts and fears feeding her nerves she headed to
her car with the tawse in  her bag. "We'll just have to see," she said to
herself as she pulled out of her  driveway.
Katrina's house was just out of town set high on a wooded ridge.  Taking
the last dead end street before the city limits she headed to its end  where
two stone pillars marked a private road. She couldn't see the house just a
well kept crushed stone drive that curved into and up the ridge with trees on
 either side. She was surprised as the trees gave way to a large well-kept
lawn  and a large old brick house that overlooked the valley below. She
noticed a high  stone fence enclosed part of the back of the house. She didn't
even remember  parking the car and found herself standing at the door. She
took a deep breath  and rang the bell. The door opened and a short dark haired
pretty lady wearing  black leggings and a white blouse said, "Hi; I'm Mary,
" with smile, her blue  eyes twinkling. "She's waiting for you next to the
pool, follow me, please."  Christine admired the beautiful old house as she
was led through it wondering  what was behind the closed doors. She also
found herself watching Mary's round  bottom encased in her black leggings as
she guided her through the house. She  wondered how her tawse would look
against those firm fleshy globes.
She was  led to the area inside the stone fence where Katrina sat at a
table next to the  pool. She rose as Christine walked over to her and took her
hands and kissed her  on the cheek. Stepping back she said admiringly," you
look positively gorgeous!"  Christine blushed at her touch and compliment.
Sitting down Katrina offered and  poured her a glass of wine. There on her
sunny flag stone deck they sipped wine  and talked. Christine could not
remember later what they talked about but soon  an hour had gone by and Mary had
appeared with a light lunch. She realized she  was starving, as it was set
before her. "Thank you Mary," said Katrina," I think  that will be all for
today." Then a strange thing happened, Mary half turned and  seemed to push her
bottom out slightly and Katrina gave it a loud SLAP and with  a wink
towards Christine, Mary left. "My housekeeper," said Katrina, "such a  sweet girl,
" never mentioning the slap to her bottom.
Christine ate listening  to Katrina but that little slap had electrified
her and she could barely answer  her questions. Katrina was looking at her
appraisingly as they finished and she  could think of nothing to say when she
remembered the books in her canvas bag.  "Oh I'm sorry Ma'am I forgot your
books," she said and pulled them out and  handed them to her. Katrina took
them while looking at her with a raised  eyebrow. "Such respect for someone
untrained, you certainly have been reading  haven't you?" "Yes ma'am," she
said, feeling her blush darken. She could barely  keep her hands from
trembling.
"Do you know what a Dominatrix is my dear,"  Katrina asked in her low
purr. Christine could only nod her head yes. Sliding a  paperback book to her
showing a girl bent over with a woman dressed in black  swinging a strap on
its cover, "does this interest you," she asked? Again she  could only nod
yes. "Do you see yourself on the cover?" Closing her eyes for a  second she
could see herself there. "Are you the one standing or bending over,  my
darling?" Taking a deep breath she forced herself to look at Katrina she  said, "I
'm the one bent over!" With a delighted chuckle Katrina said, "I've
thought of you like that ever since I saw you for the first time at the party."
"Have you ever played like this before?" "No," Christine said, "not  yet"
.
Katrina looked for some moments at her before asking, "Why did you come
here today?" "It wasn't just to deliver my books was it?" Unable to speak
and  barely able to meet her eyes, Christine reached into her canvas book bag
and  pulled out her tawse and offered it to her. Taking it from her, Katrina
rose and  came over to her. Lifting her chin with a finger she asked. "Ever
made love to a  woman before?" Flashing back to her experiments with her
college roommate  Christine said, "Once, along time ago." "Did you like it,"
Katrina asked? "Yes,  very much," she whispered. Katrina kissed her then.
Christine was surprised at  her own passionate response to her kiss. She was
pulled to her feet and Katrina  asked her "would you like to feel what it'
s like to be my slave?" "Please, oh  god yes," she replied! "Follow me
then my pet," said Katrina and she led her in  to the big house.
She followed her through the house till they came to a  locked door she
opened and stepping back she motioned her through. Christine was  in a large
darkly paneled room with deep carpeting and no windows except for a  skylight.
A straight back chair and an overstuffed armchair sat against opposite
walls. A wooden A-frame with a heavily padded top and straps and buckles
hanging  off it in various places was near the center of the room. A flat short
bed sat  to one side with a large bolster in its center and more restraints
fastened to  it. She realized that her head and ankles would hang off the ends
of it and was  tempted to lie upon it to see how it felt. Paddles of all
shapes and sizes hung  from the wall along with crops, canes, and straps. A
large mirror was in front  of the A-frame and Christine saw herself looking
like a kid at Christmas in its  reflection.
She turned to Katrina who was looking at her with a small smile  on her
face. "Well my pet," said Katrina, "is this what you want?" "Are you  ready
to play?" Christine looked at her standing there holding her tawse and  knew
that what she wanted more than anything was to give herself to Katrina and
feel its cruel kiss. "Please Ma'am, I want it but could we start slow?"
Katrina  laughed and said, "of course my dear, I always bring a new slave along
slowly!"  Not knowing what to do next Christine asked, " How do you want
me?" She felt a  delicious thrill of fear and excitement when Katrina told
her in a much firmer  tone, "naked!"
Christine fumbled with the buttons on her dress and after  getting them
undone she slid it to the floor. She stepped out of it and was  reaching down
for it when Katrina grabbed her arm and said," Stand straight and  put your
hands on your head"! She did as she was told and Katrina walked around  her
running her fingertips over her bottom, up her spine, then lightly over her
bra and down her belly. She shivered at her touch, her skin tingling in
anticipation. Katrina picked up her dress and laid it on the armchair all the
while looking at her. Holding her hand out she said, "Give me your bra"!
She  quickly unfastened it and slipped it off. The room was quite cool she
noticed as  the air hit her erect nipples. Katrina placed the bra with the
dress and stepped  over to her and gently pinched each nipple. Christine arched
her back as she  squeezed and pulled them, a low moan coming out of her when
Katrina let  go.
Katrina stepped back and pointed to the A-frame, "Bend over that"' she
said firmly! Christine felt like she was in a dream as she walked over to it
and  draped herself over it's padded top. Katrina knelt in front of her and
fastened  her wrists into padded cuffs. Standing she fastened a wide strap
over her back  and when she tightened it Christine felt her bottom being
forced up and out.  "Such a pretty thing," Katrina purred as she slapped her
panty-clad bottom.  Christine pulled against her restraints at the first slaps.
She shivered in  dread and delight as Katrina pulled her panties slowly
down and off. Now only  her stockings were left and she felt totally exposed
and vulnerable.
"Spread  your legs apart," Katrina ordered, and Christine slid her ankles
wider fully  aware of the view she was giving her. Quickly her ankles were
cuffed and she was  totally at Katrina's mercy. She gasped softly as Katrina
ran her long nails from  the tops of her stockings and over her vulnerable
bottom. Up and down each cheek  and thigh with her long lacquered nails
bringing her nerve endings to a highly  sensitive state. She was unaware that she
was whimpering at her touch because  she was so lost in the sensation. Her
whole being was focused on her bottom and  what was soon to come. She felt
an almost physical need to be punished now; she  ached for it. Katrina it
seemed, was well aware of the effect she was having on  Christine and purposely
drew out her anticipation to increase the effect of her  punishment. It wasn
't enough for her to just submit, Katrina seemed to want her  to give
herself completely over to her!
Katrina must have felt she was ready  now and placed a hand on her back and
delivered two sharp spanks to each cheek.  Christine gave a soft gasp and
rolled her hips. Katrina smiled at her reaction  and gave four on each cheek
in a steady slow rhythm. She stroked the firm round  flesh briefly then
began an uneven rhythm of spanking till her white cheeks  turned pink.
Christine was experiencing her fantasy for the first time. She  was
helpless and exposed at another woman's mercy. The spanking stung and burned  but
the pain was far from unbearable. Instead she craved more even as Katrina
increased the speed and severity of her spanks. Her sex was as wet as her
cheeks  from the tears that ran from her eyes. When Katrina stopped her groan
was from  disappointment. She wanted more!
Her cheeks were deep pink and she wiggled  against her restraints when she
stopped, thrusting her bottom out for more. She  let out a low deep moan
when Katrina lightly dragged her nails over hot red  globes. She shuddered when
her fingers slid over her now dripping sex. Katrina  then ran her hands
over each cheek followed by two hard fast SMACKS! The skin  felt electrified
from her touch, nerve endings tingling.
Katrina stepped away  and she craned her head around to watch as she
selected a thin oval paddle with  a fairly long handle. "Lexan wrapped in leather
my pet"' she purred. She wiggled  it up and down and Christine could see
that it was flexible somewhat. The oval  end no bigger than a mixing spoon. "
This will bring your pretty bottom to a nice  polish," she said, "Prepare it
for the tawse."
Christine gasped as she rubbed  the cool paddle over her warm cheeks. She
began to clench and release her bottom  in anticipation as she felt the
paddle rub over her cheeks Katrina made her wait  as she rubbed and tapped it
against her making her rock against her restraints.  SMACK, SMACK, the first
two burned each cheek. The pain went to the next level  as she delivered
another six, covering her whole bottom. She then rubbed the  paddle lightly over
her whole bottom sensitizing Christine's already tender  cheeks.
Katrina then delivered two-dozen more slow firm strokes. She yelped  at
each impact and pulled against her restraints wiggling her bottom as much as
she could. She kept pumping her bottom long after the last blow fell.
Christine  looked over her shoulder with tear filled eyes to see Katrina watching
her with  a small smile. She took a cold damp clothe from a bowl and rubbed
it gently over  her hot burning bottom. Christine gasped at the contrast in
sensations the cold  cloth caused. When Katrina's fingertips slid over her
sex she moaned in  desperation, aching for relief. Katrina then took a dry
soft cloth and gently  patted her dry while murmuring her appreciation and
encouragement to  Christine.
Christine was beyond words and could only moan and sigh at the  attention
being given to her bottom. It was so much more intense then she had  ever
imagined it would be; yet she had not yet reached her limit and wondered  how
much more she could take. She needed and wanted to know how far she could
go. She had given herself over to the moment and her whole being was focused
on  her upturned bottom. Katrina had stopped soothing her and she looked over
her  shoulder to see what she was doing now. She moved to where Christine
could see  her and was holding her tawse and had a little smile on her face
as she tapped  it against her hand.
"You brought this to me my dear," Katrina said softly,  "Are you ready to
feel its kiss?" Christine took a deep breath and looked  straight into her
eyes. It had all come to this moment for her, there was no  turning back for
her now. The burning pain on her bottom had gone straight to  her sex and
awakened a hunger she had tried to deny for to long. "Please," was  all she
could manage to say. Her every fiber was focused on her up- thrust  bottom
and her dripping sex. She pushed her bottom out towards her as she  stepped
from Christine's view.
The leather fell softly over her bottom and  felt cool to her skin. Then it
was gone as Katrina stepped back and raised it  over her shoulder. THWACK
it slapped hard against her cheeks pushing her forward  against the
restraints. THWACK this one came underhand and hit her where the  thighs and bottom
met. This sent shock waves through her sex and had her howling  as the pain
burned in. She fought to process the intense sensation of the two  burning
bands on her cheeks when another landed between them, THWACK yet again.  Three
more times the strap fell, more spaced out but just as hard. She gave in
and hung limply sobbing over the A-frame.
Then Katrina was kneeling by her  head and wiped her nose for her. "There
now my pretty pet," she soothed, "it's  all done and you did fine." She
then stepped from view again and then Christine  felt her tenderly rubbing cool
lotion into her burning, welted, cheeks. It felt  like heaven to her. Still
totally at her mercy Christine began to moan her  appreciation. A fingertip
split her wet sex and she shivered in delight. Still  restrained she gave
in to her lust and pushed back towards Katrina's gentle  fingers. She moaned
with disappointment as they left her only to shiver in  delight as they were
replaced by warm breath and soft caress of Katrina's lips.  Her probing
tongue soon brought her to a shuddering climax and she collapsed  over the
A-frame totally spent.
Katrina unfastened her and helped her to her  feet. She hugged her as the
blood rushed from her head and she regained her  senses. They stood wrapped
in each other's arms for some time trading soft  kisses. "Happy my dear,"
Katrina asked. "Yes," she answered, "for the first time  in a long time."
Christine realized that this was true as she looked into  Katrina's eyes.
Sliding to her knees in front of her she asked her "may I?" and  slid Katrina's
panties down. Even as she brought her to a shivering orgasm  Christine was
thinking about her next time, her next submission.

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