by Jocelyn Cross
It had been a spectacular evening for Annie. Her real name was Anne, but Cody always called her Annie; it was his special name for her, and it excited her ... he excited her. The evening had started out with a movie and then dinner, but a minor faux pas during dinner earned her a spanking from Cody when they got back to her apartment.
Oh, and it was one doozy of a spanking, too! Cody was a big strong cowboy with a square jaw and bushy moustache and he was very big on good manners. Annie had made a snippy comment to the waitress and Cody called her to task for it back at her apartment. All he needed to make his point was his big strong right hand, but he threatened a couple of times to take his wide leather belt to her bottom. Cody knew exactly what she needed ... and wanted ... and he gave it to her.
Cody had immediately flipped her over across his thigh when the apartment door closed. Resting his left foot on the lower rung of a dining room chair, he easily hoisted Annie across his left thigh. Annie shivered at the thrill she experienced every time he exerted his physical prowess. She had been wearing a smart pantsuit and positioned over his leg as she was, the material was pulled taut and her well rounded bottom made the perfect target for his hand.
She had shrieked and apologized and promised better behavior, but Cody wasn't sold. He knew she needed more and wanted more. He always knew exactly what she needed! So after warming her britches and delivering a lecture on good manners, he stood her back on her feet. At first there was a moment of relief, but Annie soon lost that when she felt his nimble fingers working the button and zipper of her pants. In a wink, her pants were pulled to her ankles and the black lace panties she had worn with the intention of luring Cody to her bed were now shamefully on display.
Another strong cowboy move had Annie pulled across Cody's lap in a single motion as he sat down on that dining room chair. Her tiny black lace panties accented her white and red bottom cheeks. Still fuming over her treatment of 'that poor working gal', Cody relit the fire in Annie's fanny. This time the spanks cracked sharply as they echoed off her dining room walls. Her bottom cheeks wobbled and wiggled as he put some distress in both moons. His lecturing only added more fuel to the fire that was building within. He knew it as he always did. Annie couldn't have found a more perfect partner!
Tears began to flow down Annie's cheeks and Cody brusquely pulled her to her feet once again. He stood her between his splayed knees and asked if she had learned her lesson. Annie tearfully assured him that she had.
"What's with the fancy undies, Annie?" he asked.
This, of course, shamed her and she blushed as she hemmed and hawed before telling the truth.
"I hoped you would find them sexy and ... maybe ... take me to bed."
Now most men would be flattered by such a statement, but it infuriated Cody.
"How many times have I told you that you are a beautiful and sexy woman, Annie? You don't need hooker clothes to attract me. I swear, you need a great big dose of self-confidence!"
Was he truly upset, or just pretending because he knew her so well? Oh, he really did know what she wanted and a thrill shot up her spine as she trembled before him. That bolt of excitement also made Annie rather damp in one very sensitive place.
The words were hardly out of his mouth when Cody stood up and lifted Annie across one shoulder, probably like men did as far back as cavemen. The cowboy gave her bottom a couple of sharp swats as he carried her over his brawny shoulder. He strode purposefully into her bedroom and stood her before her floor to ceiling mirror. Her heart fluttered at the macho treatment, but Cody knew what she wanted. He made her slowly strip as he commented on how beautiful she was and how this body part or another was so far superior to other women.
"I swear to God," he said, "I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse that you don't realize how damned sexy you are, Annie!" Continuing, he added, "Physically, I've never, ever seen a more beautiful woman." Then he tapped her temple lightly with one finger. "But you need to realize it yourself."
Annie scanned her body in the mirror and nodded. She knew he was probably right, but more importantly she knew how attracted he was to her, and comparisons to others, therefore, didn't matter.
Then she heard him ask, "What did I tell you would happen the next time you were negative about yourself?" He knew this was a powerful stimulant for Annie. It was no surprise to him and he used his understanding well. Internally, he smiled as he observed the frisson of erotic thrill ripple through her body. Externally, he kept his face an implacable mask.
"But you just did!" she complained.
"What did I say?" he insisted.
"You said I'd get a bottom blistering," she replied in a small voice, her head hanging.
"I would say you earned that," he agreed. "And you are certainly dressed, or," he chuckled, "undressed - for the occasion."
It was another powerful and swift move that saw Annie bottoms up across Cody's lap one more time. She was naked and her bare bottom was already shades of bright pink and red, but it was clear the color was about to be reinvigorated.
SMACK! SPANK! SLAP! SWAT!
Cody peppered her upturned bottom until Annie was sniffling yet again. Annie had mixed feelings about these spankings. On the one hand, she hated them because they hurt and were humiliating. But on the other hand, she almost always became excited. Her panties would get wet and it added to her embarrassment, but as she realized her reaction to the humiliation, it only served to excite her more. And, of course, Cody knew the same full well.
Tonight, though, she wasn't wearing her panties anymore and soon Cody's crisp jeans had a dark wet spot from Annie's oozing sex. After delivering a fiery crescendo of rapid fire swats to her wobbling behind, he announced, "I guess tonight's the night."
Helping her off his lap he laid her on the bed. Stepping back, his eyes feasted on her naked body and his inspection of her made her want him even more. As he admired her lush, sweet curves, Cody undressed slowly and lay next to her. Annie was transfixed by his muscled body; the taut belly, powerful arms and chest. Belying the latent power, he tenderly kissed her lips, then worked down to her neck. Nibbling on her ear lobes, he slowly worked his way down to her breasts, teasing her distended nipples with his tongue.
His face lowered down her body until he teased first her belly button and then used his hands to part her thighs, burying his face in her crotch. Even as his moustache tickled her thighs, his tongue teased her nether lips until they found her clit. Nibbling gently on that oh so sensitive little nub sent Annie over the edge and into the first of three orgasms she experienced this evening. Yes, Cody knew what Annie wanted ... what she needed ... and he was just the man to give it to her!
Cody was indefatigable. He rode Annie in multiple positions until she was on the verge of that third orgasm. That was the one he joined as he pumped his own cum with hers. It was a wonderfully blissful night all the way around.
There was only one problem.
It had all happened in a private chat room on a spanking website. Annie and Cody had met several months earlier online and they got together about twice a week for the past few months. Cody seemed to be her dream man ... but this was all just cyber role playing. If what they each had told the other was true, they were a good 350 miles apart!
Cody claimed to be a cowboy ... owning a ranch in West Texas near Lubbock, while Annie told him, truthfully, that she lived in a Dallas suburb. They were some 350 miles apart physically, but in terms of interests and kinks, they were so closely linked.
Annie logged off and took a shower. She had, in fact, had those three orgasms as she played along with Cody. When she played online, she would tuck a foot up beneath her and as the heel found just the right spot, she would rock herself on that heel. It wasn't perfect, but it worked perfectly well. And now, after her shower and lying in bed by herself, Annie wondered if she would ever have the nerve to actually meet Cody face-to-face.
A Decision
Anne Young lived a remarkably plain life for an attractive and fit 22 year old. She had a mundane job, and only a handful of friends. There was no male friend in her life, probably due to a prior disastrous relationship that ended dreadfully. Anne eschewed most male efforts to be friendly with a suspicious eye. As children learn not to touch a hot stove after being burned, Anne avoided guys.
One could only describe her life as colorful if the colors were limited to beige.
She had an active imagination and it was too bad the wide pool of available gentlemen were never allowed access to her mind and personality, much less her body. They would have discovered a treasure trove of admirable and desirable traits. Even though men regularly approached her, had she been more emotionally available, she would have had to fight them off with a stick. As it was, the men she was around on any kind of regular basis had learned not to bother with her. Those easily bruised egos that she had shot down when they made advances wrote her off as being a lesbian. It was easier to label her than it was to peel back the wrapping and discover the wonderful gift that lay beneath.
So running into Cody in a chat room was a godsend to Anne. He was charming in a laid back country style, never pushed when she seemed hesitant, yet he recalled everything. She was too shy to post a picture on her profile page, at least nothing more provocative than a photo taken of her at her apartment swimming pool (sans face, of course!) Still, her body was fairly revealed and it provided an impetus for online characters to approach her.
Cody's reserved and respectful style stood out above all others. Even though Anne was protected by the cloak of online anonymity, his patient and careful approaches made her feel safe with him. His appeal was heightened by the constant comparison with others online who could be insistent, crass and just plain rude.
His profile photo stood out as well. It showed a man posed by a horse and he was in a western shirt, jeans, boots and cowboy hat. He had a kind and attractive face with a square jaw and sensitive dark eyes. Cody appeared to be the quintessential cowboy.
At first, the bushy moustache bothered Anne, but eventually she wondered why more men didn't do the same. That moustache became synonymous with 'rugged cowboy' to Annie. That was no mistake: Anne often quickly melted into Annie at the thought or appearance of the bushy moustache that drooped a bit to follow the contour of his upper lip.
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