He startled her, creeping up behind her the way he did, putting his hands on her hips and calling her name.

“W…w…what do you want?” she stuttered when she turned and saw him.

“That’s no way to greet your almost ex-husband!” he said with a smile.

“What are you doing here? Who invited you?” she asked him as she backed away, wondering how he had known about the party.

“You shouldn’t have come,” she told him as she backed against the wall behind her.

Tim continued to edge forward. “So how are you?” he asked her.

“I…I…I am fine,” she responded, feeling uncomfortable with his presence.

He reached with his hand and softly brushed her hair away from her face and stroked her cheek with his finger. “And is he meeting ALL your needs?” he asked her.

Amanda pushed forward to move him away but he stood his ground and she found herself pressed up against him. “Yes he is,” she replied.

“I know that he doesn’t meet them all,” he told her. “Not like I used to,” he added as he dropped his hand and gave her a couple of playful slaps on her bottom.

She tried to avoid eye contact with him but he lifted his hand to her face again and gently moved her cheek level with his. “I am always available!” he told her.

Amanda watched him walk away. She was angry. Not just at meeting her ex-husband but also because she had argued earlier with her current boyfriend. He was away on business in Berlin and had told her that he might be staying another two weeks. She was lonely and she missed him.

Her anger had subsided four days later, by the time she had received her notification of her decree absolute in the post. In fact, she felt a tinge of sadness that a part of her life was over. It was time to move on now, but the way things were looking, there was no one else to move on with. She was still musing over her life when her secretary called her before leaving for home. “You won’t forget your 5:15pm appointment, will you, Amanda?”

“Mr Thwacker?” She responded. “I don’t remember making an appointment for a Mr Thwacker!”

“He rang the other day. He said he had spoken to you and made the appointment!”

Amanda was puzzled. She couldn’t remember the appointment, but that was not entirely unusual. She had told people before to ring and make an appointment and had forgotten about it. “Maybe I did. I have had a lot on my mind lately.”

At 5:15pm her office doorbell rang and she left her desk to answer it. It was Tim. “Mr Thwacker for his appointment,” he told her with a smile as he pushed past her.

Things suddenly clicked. Amanda smiled briefly before changing it for a look of sternness as he smiled at her again. “What do you want?”

“Go elsewhere!” she said sternly as she walked into the client interview room.

He followed her and closed the door behind them before placing his briefcase on the table. Amanda looked on with a look of incredulity as he opened it and started to lay some things out on the table. She couldn’t believe it when she saw the handcuffs, black leather paddle, brown-handled riding crop, and black silk blindfold laid out neatly on the table. “What on earth…..”

Her words had hardly left her mouth by the time he had picked up the handcuffs, spun her around and fastened them around her wrists. “What are you doing?”

Tim spun her back round to face him. “I have come to look after your needs,” he told her.

He stepped forward and pulled her to him. “I bet it’s been a long time since someone took your knickers down and gave you a good spanking,” he said softly in her ear.

Amanda remembered their games. She remembered those exciting times when he would play the role of punishing her. She missed them. Simon was not like that, but there again he was a nicer person than Tim. “I’m not playing this game and if you touch me I will have you charged with assault!”

His hand had already found the side buttons of her trousers and she could feel the warmth of his fingers through the material. With his other hand he brushed aside the hair from her face and stroked her cheek. “Now you and I both know that you don’t mean it. I know what you need. I know you want me to take off your trousers and knickers and bend you over this table and deal with you for being a very naughty girl!” he said before kissing her lightly on the lips.

He stared into her eyes and it was all she could do to look away as she felt his fingers pop the first button. “You have been very naughty haven’t you?”

Amanda pressed her lips together firmly to stop herself from speaking. She felt two more buttons pop and then she glanced down at his hand and watched him undo the remaining button. He looked into her eyes again before sinking down onto his knees and beginning to tug down her trousers. “I think you require six of my very best, young lady,” he told her as he slid them down past her knees.

She sighed as he pulled them over her feet. As his hands reached up to the waistband of her white knickers, she pulled on the handcuffs and realised that she was helpless to stop him. It had been a long time since he had last seen her intimately, and she watched him as he slowly pulled them down over her hips and down to her ankles. She felt the cold air around her and became suddenly aware of her vulnerability.

As he stood up, he reached for the blindfold before spinning her around and placing it around her eyes. “You understand that I need to punish you don’t you?”

“We can’t let this sort of behaviour go on, Amanda!” he added as he guided her towards the edge of the table.

She had all but abandoned her resistance towards him. There was nothing she could do anyway as he gently but firmly laid her across it, and as she felt the cold leather of the paddle rub against the flesh of her bottom, there was nothing she wanted to do either.

It had been a long a time… a long, lonely time since she had been treated like this. As the first stroke hit her, sending a stinging, searing pain through her, she responded with a “Thank you, Sir.” Never before had it been so well meant.

Amanda cried out with each stroke, thanking him with the utmost sincerity. Tim was a first-rate bastard but he was the bastard she needed. With tears running down her cheeks, he lifted her up and spun her around to face him. Placing his hands on her shoulders he spoke softly to her. “Now you know the rules, don’t you? If I find any wetness down there, it’s the riding crop next!”

As he sank to his knees she already knew what he would find as she felt his hands on her thighs. Tim gently opened out her pussy lips and inspected her. “I think I can see moisture,” he told her.

Suddenly she felt his finger against her, probing and sliding inside her. “Yes, there is wetness here,” he told her.

Suddenly he pulled his finger out and replaced it with his tongue. Amanda cried out and felt her whole body weaken as he probed deeply. Even if she had been dry, he would still probe her with his tongue. There was no way she could stop herself from being aroused, and even when on the rare occasion she managed to hold on, he would insert his finger inside her anus. By then of course, all was lost. The riding crop was an inevitability.

His tongue worked its way deep inside her before being withdrawn to work between her pussy lips and then her clitty. He knew every crevice, every fold of flesh, and none were left untouched by his eager tongue. By the time his finger began probing her anus, she was already screaming out to him to fuck her. As usual, though, he would ignore her and continue his assault on her, driving her to the edge of her limits. How she had missed this. How she had missed the way he brought her climax after climax with his tongue and his fingers.

Amanda was already sobbing with ecstasy when he began pulling guiding her back to the table. “It’s the crop for you my filthy little whore!” he shouted.

She felt the tap of the crop against her. “Yes, Sir, I am.”

“Yes, Sir,” she replied before a scream left her lips as he hit her.

The pain was excruciating but she still continued to want more. And more he gave her, two more in fact. As he lay the crop down the excitement grew, knowing what was coming next. She heard the zipper and then felt his hard flesh pushing against her pussy lips. “This is what you really need, isn’t it, you slut?” he said as he gripped her hips and pushed hard.

Tim’s cock was bigger and slightly thicker than Simon’s, and she had missed it. She had also missed Tim’s brand of lovemaking. Simon was a gentler lover but there were times when she needed aggression. Times when she needed to be firmly taken; times when she needed to feel she was being forced into sex; times when she needed to feel that she was being used for another man’s pleasure; times when she needed to feel like a whore.

Tim was good at that. Tim had never been one to beat about the bush when it came to sex. Often he would walk in the door from work and grab her by the hand and take her upstairs for sex. Sometimes when he was really horny, he would take her there and then in whichever room she happened to be in at the time. It would be pointless to protest, too. When Tim wanted it he wanted it, and he would continue to strip her and fuck her despite her objections. Tim was also a selfish lover. He wouldn’t wait for her like Simon would. When Tim wanted to cum, he would cum. Fortunately, though, she almost always came at the same time. Tim gave her what she wanted and what she needed.

Now was no exception. As she lay across the table he gripped her hips tightly and thrust hard inside her. Her soft moans grew into loud ones as they increased. He released one hand and grabbed a handful of hair and tugged at it. “Come on, whore, move your ass!”

“Yes,” she groaned as she began to push against his thrusts.

Suddenly he reached for the paddle with his other hand and gave her a sharp slap across her right buttock. “Harder, WHORE!” he called out.

“Oooooooooooooooooh you bastard!” she called out as she pushed harder against him.

“That’s it, whore,” he told her. “Tell me how much you have missed being my whore!”

The intensity of his thrusts increased and she knew he was close to cumming. “I ain’t waiting for you slut!” he told her.

It was too late. Tim groaned loudly and she felt his cum gush inside her. Moments later she began to cry out loudly as her own orgasm erupted.

A few minutes later he uncuffed her and helped her to her feet. “I have missed you,” he told her, as he kissed her.

“Missed you too,” she responded, a little surprised at his moment of tenderness.

Again she was a little surprised. Tim had never asked her that before. She shook her head. He kissed her again and then suggested dinner. “I… I don’t think it would be a good idea!” she told him.

“I thought we could celebrate the divorce and you could give me that advice,” he replied.

He kissed her again. “You don’t think I would seek your services without paying, do you?”

“And I suppose that was payment in advance?” she asked as she reached for her knickers.

He pulled her to him and kissed her. “The first payment of many if you decide to take me on!”

He looked into her eyes as he snatched the knickers from her hand and tossed them across the room, before moving forward and backing her against the table. “You know damn well I can afford them, whore!” he told her as he scooped her legs by her knees and forced her onto her back. Moments later he was inside her again.