I had done all the preparation I could and the time was nigh. From the initial exchange of e-mails I had known that this lady was different. She knew what she wanted and had expressed herself and her desires more than adequately in the few e-mails that we had exchanged. I had arranged to meet her in the bar of the hotel where I had booked the room. I had already checked in and secreted all that I needed for the dominant pleasure to come. Now all that I had to do was wait for her to arrive and hope she had followed my explicit instructions in her own preparations. I was sitting with my back to the door with 2 coffees when she arrived. I looked at my watch and noticed that she was 1 minute and 40 seconds overdue. I made a mental note and promised myself to instil a little more discipline in her later. She sat down and pulled her coffee towards her. She was all that expected. Her hair was just as she described and I was delighted to see the reddest of lipsticks had been applied to the soft bow of her lips. She had made an effort to please me and I appreciated it. I looked her in the eyes and she quickly lowered her gaze to ensure I had no reason to be antagonised. I finished my coffee and stood up. She did the same and for the first time I saw her shoes. I had asked her to wear heels and the 3" stilettos she wore were perfect. I made another mental note; perhaps I could be a little lenient on her punctuality. I walked through the door that led to the rooms and she followed. She actually caught me up and took a hold of my arm as we passed the other customers. We were on the first floor and I enjoyed the swish of nylon as her legs rubbed together when we climbed the stairs and stopped outside the room. I slid the card into the door and the green light came on. Still not one word had passed between us. My first instructions to her were to close her eyes which she dutifully did. I took her arm and led her, blind, into the middle of the room. I looked her up and down, properly, for the first time. She was pleasing to the eye. She had an ample chest and curves in all the right places. Her skirt was short and black and the line up the back of her legs hinted that she had chosen to wear stockings, just as I had told her. Below her jacket she wore a sheer satin blouse which tantalisingly clung to her contours. I could make out the lace pattern of her bra beneath where the fabric was tightest across the front. I carefully removed her jacket and hung it on the back of a chair. She remained calm and quiet as I stood behind her with my hands on her shoulders. I traced her outline with my hands, feeling her soft body beneath my fingers. My hands passed over her waist and on to her hips where I could feel the tell-tale lines of a suspender belt. She had paid close attention to my instructions. I stood a little closer to her now and allowed my hands to rise from her hips and up her front to her boobs. Now in my hands I had her firm orbs held in place by her lacy bra. I felt her nipples sticking forcefully into the material. My hands, still from behind, undid the buttons on her top which I let it slip from her shoulders and tossed onto her jacket. She stood there and accepted wherever my hands went. Not a whisper. I walked around her. There she was, standing in the middle of the room, still in her black skirt, stockings and heels but with only her bra to protect her modesty above. The black lace contrasted nicely with her white flesh and her nipples were now pointing straight out. I put my hands under her arms and then brought them round so that I could judge the weight of these beautiful breasts. They were heavier than I’d imagined at first but to me this was all the better. From my pocket I pulled out a small Swiss army knife and cut the straps that held up the cups. Her boobs fell forward under their own weight and I turned down the cups to reveal them in all their glory. I brushed both nipples and they were truly hard. I gave the right one a firm squeeze and that elicited my first reaction from her. She winced but stood resolutely before me with her eyes closed. I tried the left nipple with a slightly firmer pinch and again a ripple went through her. I was beginning to like this lady a lot. I put my shoe between her feet and persuaded her to part her legs a little more. She seemed to anticipate me and was easily moved so that her feet were now about 2 feet apart. I let my hands explore her waist and then her bum. I moved to her side and had one hand on the front of her skirt and one on her rear. I bent my knees and my hands lowered to her hem line so that when I stood up my hands were beneath the fabric and closer to her skin. Both hands felt stockings give way to that sumptuous gap of bare flesh between stockings and belt. Her bottom wiggled as my right hand touched her. My left hand could feel the covering of her pussy. The difference between front and back meant she again had followed my dictum and was wearing a thong. I tucked the front and back hem into her waistband leaving her cheeks exposed and only the satin of her thong was between the world and her pussy. I could see that her breathing had both deepened and quickened. Her chest rose and fell rhythmically, her nipples still stiff. I eased my fingers under the top cord of her thong and deftly snapped it on both sides. The middle string had buried itself between he pussy lips and I had to pull the material through from the front. As the join at the back passed between her soft folds I could see her rise a little on her toes to make the passage easier. I dropped this little rag on the floor and put my hand on her pussy. It was warm and completely smooth. My middle finger gently pushed between the lips and I could feel her initial wetness which was silky smooth and coated my finger making my explorations all the more velvety. It was immediately obvious that she was ready for something as her little clitoris was hardening up just like her nipples had earlier. I sat on the bed and told her to open her eyes and stand before me. Her eyes opened and she turned around to see me, still in my suit, sitting on the bed. She took two steps forward and was almost toe to toe with me. I looked at her shoes and then her stockings and then the buttons holding them up. I looked at her pussy, all white with just a little pink glistening between. I followed the line of her suspender to where her hem was tucked into her waist. I looked at her deep belly button and her breasts still with her bra beneath. I could see her nipples, slightly less firm now and I could see a fine necklace of gold around her neck. Her lips were red and her hair soft and shiny. It was a pleasure to feast my eyes on her body. I looked her in the eyes and said “Poppy, you were late for our meeting weren’t you?”. Her eyes, just as before, aimed quickly downwards. “No, master”, she protested lamely. I explained that I had been very careful with my timing and the she had, indeed, been late. I asked if she felt she should be punished and this time she agreed. I grasped her hand and asked her to bend over my knees and put her hands on the floor. She bent over as she was told and her boobs were pressing on my legs. Her stilettos made her legs seem longer than ever and her skirt flopped forward as she reached for the floor. I rubbed her bottom with my right hand and cupped a breast with my left. I calmly explained that I didn’t want to spank her but she had forced me to seek retribution because of her tardiness. She whimpered a little as I reminded her that she was to get six of the best. I heard her sniff a little and could see her eyes beginning to well up with tears. I rubbed her bottom a little more; making sure my hand was warm. I couldn’t resist and slipped a finger in her pussy just to remind myself how wet it was. It was still warm and slippery. I raised my hand and let it fall. The crack as it landed on her soft round buttocks was delightful. I felt a twinge in my own groin. I lifted my hand again and revealed a hand print in pink. Poor Poppy hadn’t yelped or shown any sign that the smack had stung. I let another go and enjoyed the sight as the ripples from the smack swept over her cheeks. A second hand-print began to appear and the temperature of her skin had risen appreciably. I asked her if she would be late again and she promised “Never again, master, never again” I replied that I was not sure she meant it and rubbed her bottom a little more. On closer inspection, I could see her mound was more proud than before and there was a lot more pink showing. I felt sure her clit was tingling as her cheeks were reddening. Once more I spanked her, this time straddling both buttocks and the breast in my left hand wobbled in time with the hit. Her nipple jumped between my fingers and was, once more, as firm as a thimble. The fourth stroke was reserved for the cheek closest to me. Perhaps it wasn’t as hard as the first three because my arm was holding back just a little. I felt for her other tit and collected it in my fingers. It was reassuring to feel this nipple as hard as the other. Both her cheeks were red now and I let my hand rub her softly, easing the sting. My hand fell in between her cheeks and felt for her pussy once more. My fingers found a very hot place that was wetter than ever and my middle finger stretched out looking for her clit. It wasn’t difficult to find. It was sitting up nicely and her pussy lips were swollen too. She was damp and smooth and the feeling was glorious. My index finger joined in and parted her lips a little more and I swear I could sense her squeezing her pelvic floor. As I withdrew my fingers I let them linger up her crack leaving a trail of moisture on her pursed little ass hole. My fingers stopped for only a micro second but when her buttocks clenched ever so slightly, I knew I had found her weakness. Around in a circle I rubbed my right hand on her bum, enjoying the heat that was now radiating. My left hand squeezed her breasts in turn. I raised my hand and smacked her again and this time her head came up slightly and I realised I had reached her limit. I saw a tear run down her cheek. She began to sob quietly. “Poppy” I said,” you were late and you left me no choice”. She replied that she knew and asked me to finish the punishment the she deserved. I raised my hand for the last time and caught her full on her right cheek, adding to the redness from my earlier swipes. Tenderly, I rubbed her bottom and the sobbing eased off to nothing. From the side of the bed, I reached for and got the little implement that I felt sure would change her demeanour. With Poppy still bent over, my hand explored her pussy which was now more aroused than ever. I put the toy in my left hand and switched it on. The black and gold tube sprang to life and purred in my hand. I brought it up to her nipple and allowed it to circle around. The nipples reacted well and my right hand could feel her pussy shiver in anticipation. I passed the vibrator over to my right hand. She still had her hands on the floor. I rubbed the quivering tool over her cheeks and she knew where I was going next. I let the tip of the machine run down between her cheeks where the wetness from my earlier rubbing ensured a smooth passage. I stopped at her anus and again I saw her clench gently as she felt the vibrations on her pink ring. I carried on over the perineum and into her vulva proper. She was very wet and I heard her moan as the movement continued. The tool passed her vagina and pressed on forward to her clitoris. Here it stopped and nuzzled closely to her most sensitive point. ”Yes, master,” I heard her say, “I’ll be good, I promise”. This time I knew she meant it for real. She was going to be very good indeed.