A light breeze through the open window raised goosebumps on her naked buttocks as she knelt on the bed, waiting. She knelt with her buttocks high, her arms outstretched and her head on the covers. Her knees were spread to open her cleft, stretching wide to reveal her anus and sex. She was positioned so that her buttocks faced the bedroom door. Laying next to her on the bed, neatly aligned, were a leather strap, a wooden hairbrush and a riding crop.
She could hear summer sounds outside the window – birdsong, distant laughter and the throaty roar of a motorbike. She lay listening for closer sounds and she almost purred as she heard the car pull up below the window, the door open and close and the crunch of footsteps on gravel. She felt herself moisten with the familiar sounds.
The bedside clock ticked down another minute. In precisely 5 minutes, the door would open and it would begin. The gentle breezes continued to caress her, licking at her wetness and pulling open the folds like the gentlest of lovers. A shudder of delight ran through her body and she fought the urge to touch herself. The pleasure-pain of anticipation added immensely to the ultimate release, she knew too well.
Another minute clicked down and she dipped her back further, spreading her cheeks still wider, waiting for the footsteps on the staircase.
This is A, part 1 of an evolving tale for the 2015 A to Z Challenge. Help me along by suggesting what happens for future letters of the alphabet and we will write this tale together. I can promise there will be a good many stings in this tale / tail before the month is out.