Spanking and Fucking

August really is the pits, well, work-wise.

All of the CEO’s I deal with are on vacation, so are half my staff, it seems impossible to get anything done.

On the plus side, the weather in London this summer has been unusually good and my sugar relationship with Cleo has benefited tremendously, I mean, meeting up after work at rooftop bars in the sunshine really does give your evening a sexy start.

So, along came our most recent date, on a particularly warm and gorgeous Tues evening in London town.

It had been a warm day by London standards and I arranged to meet Cleo at a rooftop bar in the Aldwych, Radio.

I arrived a little late, but Cleo was cool about it. That said, I was a bit grumpy when I got there, some crap I’d had to deal with just before I left the office.

Now, I’ve already noticed that Cleo has a slightly arsey side and when she’s angling for a hard spanking I’ve noticed how she will deliberately, yet subtly, wind me up.

With just certain things she does, she’ll try to get a rise out of me and the first was staring me in the face.

First of all, you have to know that in my quest to be a perfect Sugardaddy, in addition to her Allowance, I give Cleo £300 ($200) a month to cover maintenance – waxing, nails, hair and so on,

So, the fact that her nails were unpainted and her hair messy, struck me immediately.

“Er, have you been auditioning for some part as a rather unkempt woman with low grooming standards?” I asked

“No Daddy, I just didn’t get round to it”

The game had begun…

“Really?”, I replied, “Daddy is not pleased to see you looking like this, you look like a common slut”

“I am sorry I’ve disappointed you Daddy – will you punish me?”

At this point, my shitty day and everything that was bugging me, melted away in a second.

“Yes Cleo, I am going to severely punish you, we have an agreement and you have broken it – think on that, I will be back in a minute”

My company has an account with the hotel, I pulled out my phone and dialled downstairs to reservations – I explained I was in the bar and needed a room.

Within 10 minutes a Concierge was on the rooftop with a room key, delivering it with a rather obvious flourish, Cleo seemed shocked,

“How did that happen?”

“Simple, I wanted a room, I’ve got a room. I am going to deal with you now. Go to room 507 and wait for me there”

I handed Cleo the keycard and she got up and left.

I glanced at my watch, I thought 15 minutes was about right, so I ordered another mohito.

After I finished it, I headed to the room.

There on the bed, on all fours, was my beautiful Sugarbabe. She had hitched her dress up and her bare arse was beautifully displayed.

I had thought about spanking her there and then, but I wanted the punishment to be slightly humiliating.

I sat on the bed, “lay over my lap”, I commanded.

Without a murmur, she moved over, pulled up her dress and bent over my lap.

I stared down at this gorgeous arse and her waxed pussy and got to work.

Her rear reddened with every smack…by 20, she was positively glowing and moaning softly.

Now it’s my turn I thought. I unzipped my cock and pulling her hair, forced her head on to it.

“Now slut, I want you to remember Daddy hates disobedience”

Cleo sucked me like a street hooker in a hurry and after a few minutes, I was coming in her mouth.

“What do you say?”

“Thank you Daddy”, she coughed as she swallowed

Such outstanding understanding of punishment deserved something in return and within minutes my fingers brought her to an orgasm.

I held her tightly as we lay together.

“Daddy hates it when you make him cross”

“I know, I’m sorry Daddy”

This morning I got a pic from Cleo of her rose-red backside, simple message “This is my arse this morning – thank you daddy”

My day was made and it was only 9.30am.

 

 

 

 

 

Why some Women need a Sugardaddy…

I really do think some women need a Sugardaddy and don’t know it.

Let me tell you what I mean….

After a long afternoon helping a client at a strategy meeting, he suggested our teams head out for a drink, to celebrate the project being pretty much done.

Another lovely day in London (it can’t last) and so we headed to a cool bar in Smithfield, just outside the City, with a large terrace.

As the evening wore on and people drifted away home, I was left chatting to a cool, intelligent 25 year old woman, who’s one of my client’s sales team.

She is quite attractive, sports some discrete but sexy tattoos and has a figure made for the short black dress she was wearing.

But there was something missing.

Something about her wasn’t captivating me, I tried to work it out, then it hit me, no grooming.

Her fingernails were shocking, no polish and no manicure. Then I noticed her shoes, she was wearing flats, ok, no great crime, but they were scruffy.

This is a woman who is complaining to me that she sees guys, a lot of them quite senior, all day in her job and she can’t work out why they’re not hitting on her.

I then noticed that her lipstick looked as if it had been put on by a blind women on a dark night.

I wanted to tell her that her appearance was lacking a certain finesse, but couldn’t work out a polite way to say it.

I just wondered for a moment if I should mention my Sugardaddy life and how I insist the ladies I see are beautifully groomed and how it makes such a difference to their confidence.

It’s not all about money, it’s about presentation and personal standards, it’s about creating the impression that you are a serious grown-up and that you are someone that’s serious in life as in business.

I left her, glad that I hadn’t let a couple of glasses of wine loosen my discretion, but also feeling a little sad that this woman’s potential success was being held back by want of a Sugarbabe style grooming makeover.