The Master of the Art and Other Erotic Stories by Don Winslow

First time in print – the acclaimed author of BDSM and Spanking erotica returns with this unique collection of erotic short stories...

The Master of the Art – For Renata, a lonely middle-aged divorcee, it begins with a dirty phone call. At first, she thinks it’s just a game, but the phone calls continue, and so do the sexual demands. Renata surrenders to the commanding voice – she really has no choice. Candace Is Taken For A Ride – A small group of determined men bent on revenge arrange a ‘vacation’ with their insufferable, arrogant and very beautiful female boss. Candace finds herself shamelessly used by four randy captors, subjected to the extremes of humiliation, bondage, discipline, and unspeakable sexual depravity.

My Teacher, My Pet – What happens when a mature and professional teacher becomes so sexually obsessed that she’s driven by a throbbing desire to give herself to one of her students, becoming nothing more than the young man’s sex slave? On The Strip: A Vegas Story – Even in Vegas the disappearance of showgirl Nikki Paradise is a big deal. It’s rumored that the mob is involved and the beautiful blonde has crossed the proud daughter of a powerful crime boss, an evil woman for whom revenge is a dish best served up cold! Turning Over The New Paige – Ever since her pampered girlhood, Paige Royce had always gotten things her own way. Now a hard-driving executive with a formidable temper, Paige suddenly ends up over the lap of a strong-willed man for a necessary attitude adjustment.

These stories and more, with spanking, bondage, kidnapping, age-play and sexual surrender. Includes hard punishment, canes, paddles, crops, a cat ‘o nine tales, plus sizzling hot and sometimes anal sex.

Some of these stories have been previously posted on the Internet, appearing on various websites.

Snatched, Bound and Ready for Natalie by Don Winslow, M/f and F/m, capture and imprisonment
When showgirl Nikki Paradise disappeared, it was rumored that the beautiful blonde had crossed the proud daughter of a powerful crime boss.

Love Slave by Don Winslow, D/s Spanking
Theirs is an impossible relationship...a teacher and her student, but as much as she tries to swear him off, she can't help herself.

Copyright (c) 2007 by Don Winslow, all rights reserved


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Snatched, Bound and Ready for Natalie by Don Winslow

Excerpt from the short story: On The Strip: A Vegas Story, appearing in The Master of the Art and Other Erotic Stories

There are no old buildings in Las Vegas, just new buildings, and newer buildings. And so when one comes across an old house, a truly old house, one had to wonder about how it came to be there....out in the desert, abandoned and alone. Such a house was the aim of the silver Dodge van that made its way along a winding dirt road, a few miles east of a little cluster of houses that the locals called Gentry’s Bluffs.

The van came to a halt in a cloud of dust, and the rear door was slid back. In a moment, a well-built blonde girl, wearing a pair of faded jeans and an oatmeal-colored sweatshirt, her hands cuffed behind her, was dragged out of the van by a big, beefy guy who held her by one arm. The driver, a thin whippet in a sharkskin suit, came around to grab the captive by the other arm, and together they escorted one very frightened Nikki Paradise up the wooden steps and into the ramshackled old house.

The snatch had been carried out quickly and efficiently. The guys were pros. The apartment door was easy pickings; and once in, they made it plain to the terrified girl, by using a hint of pain, coupled with the sight of deadly .38, that they meant business. Nikki was paralyzed by fear; she knew these guys, or at least their type, and she knew better than to give them a hard time. They stood her up, cuffed her, and dragged her to the door, pausing just long enough to let the girl slip her bare feet into a pair of sandals. Then, with the barrel of the hidden gun jammed hard against her ribs, the two men walked her down to the elevator, out the front door, and into the waiting van – all in less than five minutes.

Now, in the remote country house, someone turned on a light, and Nikki stood blinking in amazement. Inside, it looked like a warehouse! The small hallway they stood in opened into a cavernous space comprising what must once have been three or four rooms. Sturdy wooden rafters spanned the high ceilings and from those rafters hung various chains, ropes, and pulleys. Large gym mats, covered in gray rubber, hung from the roughly plastered walls. The room contained a metal bedstead minus its mattress, various tables and chairs, and strewn here and there were pieces of what looked like gym equipment, odd steel structures, the purpose of which she could only imagine. To one side, stood a set of wooden stocks, restraining devices built to confine the neck and wrists of a bending prisoner between two cut-out, hinged boards. Metal industrial-type shelves lined one wall holding an impressive array of instruments of punishment: whips and riding crops, and paddles. One set of shelves held some odd electrical devices, some of which seemed to be attached to love toys of various kinds. High overhead, bright neon lights brought the whole, coldly-sterile room into bold relief.

“What is this place?’ Nikki whispered, her wide eyes talking it all in, in stunned disbelief.

“Just think of it as home, Baby, cause that’s what it’s gonna be. Your new home!” the ferret-faced guy, the one called Frank, said with a smirk.

“Listen you guys, I told you. You got the wrong gal!”

“And I thought I told you before to shut up!” Franco threatened, glaring at her.

“But this is all a mistake! You gotta let me goooo,” she whined.

“Go get something to plug her mouth with,” Franco said to his partner, the man she had heard him call Hutch.

Hutch rummaged among the shelves and came back with a ballgag dangling from his fingers.

“Nooo,” Nikki wailed, frantically twisting in Hutch’s arms until Franco slapped her with crisp authority, right across the cheek.

WHACK!

The hard sting sent her head ringing, but it worked to stop the girl from struggling long enough for him to grab her jaw and squeeze, forcing her to open up so he could jam the red rubber ball between her teeth. The straps were cinched around her head, imprisoning the lovely blonde hair, as Franco stepped behind her to tighten the straps down. Now her gaping mouth was well-stoppered; the big blonde stared wide-eyed with terror over the hard rubber ball, making mewing, plaintive sounds.

WHACK!…WHACK! He slapped her face again and again. “That’s enough, damn it! Now stop that moaning, or I’ll give you something to moan about!” he growled.

Nikki fell silent. She was breathing heavily and cringing back from the menacing gangster; her pretty features, distorted by the ball gag, were drawn and white with fear.

“What now?” asked Hutch.

“Wait here. I’ll go up and check to see if the old lady’s ready.” And Franco went off up a flight of stairs that led from the hallway to the second floor while Hutch dragged Nikki over to a wooden chair and plunked her down. She glared up at him from over the ball gag. He gave her an evil grin and reached down to greedily grab her left breast.

“You’re gonna have to learn to be nice to me, Baby,” he told her, his big hand squeezing that ample, unbassiered tit through the loose cotton sweatshirt she wore. The grinning ape was enjoying himself, lavishly fondling the terrified blonde who, with restrained wrists held behind her, could do nothing but squirm her shoulders under the big man’s rough manipulations. He was still at it, feeling her up to his heart’s content, when Franco returned.

“She wants we should get her ready,” he told his partner, hauling the girl to her feet and stepping behind her to unlock the handcuffs. For the first time since her abduction, Nikki was free of restraints although the hated ball gag remained firmly in place. Franco wasted no time with his preparations. Standing before the two men, she was now ordered to remove her sweatshirt. So she had very little on.

Since Nikki had been hanging around in her apartment with hours to go until she had to dress for work, she had simply stepped out of the shower and dressed minimally, pulling on the roomy sweatshirt but not bothering with a bra. That thought flitted through her mind, but the thought of disobeying never occurred to her. The two men watched her while she crossed her arms, reached down, and stripped the oatmeal sweat shirt up over her head, pulling it off inside out, and tossing it aside, leaving the gorgeous blonde provocatively bare-breasted before them. Her generous tits jiggled and settled, hanging slightly pendulous, with wide flat aureoles, crinkled disks of dusky brown flesh as big as half-dollars. She saw the look of approval light up their male eyes.

“Not bad. We’re gonna have us some fun with those babies,” Franco said to Hutch with an emphatic nod. Nikki stood perfectly still, her full-mounded breasts heaving with her shallow breathing; a shiver of fear ran up her spine.

Now she was cuffed, this time not with handcuffs but with soft leather straps, wide and padded, complete with D-rings. The two men worked efficiently, one banding each wrist. Then topless and gagged, the unfortunate girl was led to a spot in the center of the room directly beneath a hanging chain.

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The muffled moan Natalie heard coming from the big room caused her to pause on the final step and listen intently. She heard it again and smiled. Straightening up, she strode into the big, brightly-lit room to be greeted with a very gratifying sight indeed! The beautiful blonde hung from the ceiling by her wrists, her naked body elongated, with feet pointed straight down and toes barely touching the thick, wall-to-wall carpet. Natalie had to admit the girl was gorgeous. As she had specified, the boys had taken away her sandals and stripped her of sweater and jeans to leave the girl hanging there in just her panties, a pair of powder blue hip huggers.

At the moment, Franco stood behind her, hands around the girl’s naked chest cupping her boobs, soft tittie flesh spilling though his curled fingers. He was enjoying himself immensely, feeling up the hanging girl’s boobs. It was his rough manipulation of those softly pliable breasts that had the girl moaning in her gag. As soon as he saw Natalie in the doorway, he stopped what he was doing and released those floppy tits. The frantic girl twisted to see the new arrival and beheld the erotically-clad women advancing on her with evil intent in her dark, gleaming eyes. She let out an urgent whimper around the hard rubber ball lodged in her gaping mouth.

Natalie strode right up to her lovely prisoner, looked her in the eyes, saw the terror there, and smirked. The stern, narrow-framed woman looked up at the glamorous blonde with undisguised loathing in her eyes. She took her time, studying her naked captive closely from blonde head to pointed toes. She could see why Bobby would be taken with this cunt: the big blue eyes, pert nose, and pretty features, unflatteringly distended now by the protruding ball. And the girl had a magnificent rack, that was sure. Comfortably large, but not excessively so, the fulsome tits reminded Natalie of juddery udders - -she’s a cow, she thought, a big, fuckin’, bleached-blonde cow!

“Looks like got ourselves a real cow here, boys,” she said, giving expression to her thoughts.

She reached out a gloved hand, curling the fingers tips up under the crease that formed the undercurve of Nikki’s right breast. Then she flipped the dangling boob on her fingertips, causing the jellied mound to jiggle. Nikki jerked back and gave out with what might have been a muffled protest.

“Yeah, you’re a cow, alright, aren’t you?” the older woman grinned, a cow and a whore. You see, I know all about you. Know you’re nothing but a cow, and a slut, and a whore.”

She stepped closer to the restrained girl, and without ceremony, jammed a gloved hand down the front of Nikki’s panties, groping the hanging girl between her legs. The girl brayed her protest and squeezed her legs shut, trapping the evil hand between her legs. Natalie laughed. From the way the hanging girl twisted and bucked her hips, it was obvious to the watching men as to what Natalie’s hand was doing to her prisoner.

“She’s wet as a lake, the little whore,” Natalie declared, retrieving and examining her damp, gloved hand. “All ready to play. Do you want to play with me, slut?” the girl could do nothing but stare at her, wide-eyed in disbelief.

She ordered the gag to be removed, and Franco jumped to obey, unbuckling the strap at the back of Nikki’s head. Nikki was immensely grateful for the respite. She worked her aching jaw then managed to sincerely thank her benefactor, not realizing that her respite would be only a temporary one.

“Who are you? What is this place? Why have you brought me here,” the thoroughly frightened young woman asked in the first rush of words, occasioned by her sudden release from the gag.

“My name is Natalie Giordello, slut. Mrs. Giordello. I think you know the name. But you will call me ‘Mistress.’ I think you know my husband?” The laugh that followed was hallow and truly evil; Nikki shivered. “As to where you are, you are in my playroom. And you and me are going to play some games. Won’t that be fun? You see cunt,” she went on, “I have to teach you a lesson. It’s about not screwing around with another woman’s man. I’m surprised no one’s taught you that lesson before cause I think you’re the kind of slut that richly deserve it.”


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Love Slave by Don Winslow

Excerpt from the short story: My Teacher, My Pet, appearing in The Master of the Art and Other Erotic Stories. Note: all characters in the story are over 18 years

There were times when Melissa knew she sinking deeper and deeper into an impossible situation, at least part of her knew it. But she couldn’t help herself. The more the boy – her very own student – treated her like a whore, the more she loved it! She needed him to do it, to force her to do things, dirty, unspeakable things. All week long, lewd images of herself, naked and on her knees, came to her at the most unlikely moments. It made teaching almost impossible. Her eyes need only catch a glance of the bracelet on her wrist to be reminded of her life ...as a young man’s love slave.

Once she let him in, the back door closing them in together, she felt the press of heat – an instant surge of arousal. There was nothing too outrageous, nothing too sexy, nothing she wouldn’t do at his command. She was willing to grovel, to debase herself in front of him, to kiss his bare feet, to crawl to him on hands on knees as he sometimes made her do; all of these things and more as he wallowed in her status of a kept woman, nothing more than a willing sex slave.

He took to telling her what to wear – what he wanted to see her in on Saturday mornings when she opened her door to him, clothes she should model for him and take off while he watched. She found he was enamored with her thigh-high stockings; insisted she buy half a dozen pair. She was wearing nothing but those stockings and a pair of heels the day Keith stepped out of the bathroom to be greeted by the appealing sight of his bare-assed teacher with her back to him, caught at the moment of bending over to pick up a newspaper that lay scattered on the floor.

The invitation was simply irresistible! He quietly picked up a piece of newspaper, coiled it up; and, with one quick motion, he stepped up behind the bending woman and swung, delivering a hard, stinging slap squarely across that temptingly presented butt.

WHAP!

“Ouch! What was that for?” The surprised girl jerked upright and turned to face him.

“What was that for, ‘Sir’,” he corrected.

“What that for, Sir?” she repeated, flushing, but ruefully rubbing her bottom.

He left her standing there, ignoring the stocking-clad blonde who stood with one hand on her behind, as he sauntered over to the dining room, picked up a straight-backed chair, and brought it back to the center of the room. He sat down in the wooden chair and smiled at her in that half-teasing, half-evil grin she recognized with the accompanying delicious shiver that inevitably ran up her spine.

“I think you’ve been getting pretty careless lately, Teacher,” he began in that slow teasing voice he sometimes used with her. “You forget to call me ‘Sir’ even though I told you, and told you, over and over again. And you know what else? I think you’ve been getting just a little bit pushy lately. I think maybe it’s time you got put in your place, teacher. ‘Cause see, what you don’t understand is that I can do anything I want with that pretty little ass. I own that ass of yours. Now bring it over here. You’ve been a naughty girl, and I think it’s time I taught the naught girl a lesson.”

For a long moment, they just looked at each other: the older, mature woman, her lean body dressed in nothing but the sexy nylons and high heeled shoes, and the young lad who owned her, sitting in his underwear on the wooden chair, the bulge in his jockey shorts clearly evident as he spread his well-muscled thighs in obvious invitation.

The rush of erotic pleasure that swept through her caused her to gasp. It was followed by a stab of keen anticipation in her groin, the quivering knife of sexual excitement at what was to come at the big powerful hands of her masterful lover. She took the few steps that brought her to his side and stood looking down at him, taking in his broad shoulders and the meaty slabs of his thick, furry chest; her big brown eyes softened in total surrender. Keith grinned up at his pet teacher and said not a word, as he pointed meaningfully to his lap.

The leggy blonde knew what was expected of her. She submissively lowered herself to take the mandated place, stretching her slim body out across her student’s naked thighs. She felt his hands come to take her by the hips, shifting her weight till he was satisfied that he had his teacher in just the right position: the classic spanking position; shoulders over one side, inverted head dangling down while those stockinged legs angled down the other side and the pointed toes of her high heels dug into the thick carpet. Her bare bottom was now nicely served up over his right thigh. He couldn’t help smiling at the enticing picture Melissa presented: the extended lengths of her outstretched legs sheathed in those long black hose, the bands of smooth white thigh-flesh that lay exposed at the tops, and that lovely, lush bottom, all soft and naked and vulnerable, just sitting there waiting for his attention. Keith was going to enjoy this!

Keith slid his left hand down the smooth velvety slope of her bare back until he came to the shallow dip of her lower back, and there he let it rest, pinning the long blonde firmly in place over his lap. He contemplated the lush fullness of that mature womanly rearend. It was not the sort of tight-cheeked young bottom you found on high school girls. No, Ms. Melissa Parker had a more substantial ass, one you could fill your hands with. Her pair of shapely buttocks flowed into rich, full curves that were deep and ripe with promise. Hers was an irresistible ass, one he had seen naked many times by now, and still marveled at, could never get enough of – especially when it was close at hand like this. This was an ass, he thought, just made to be spanked!

He used the pads of his fingertips to trace the seductive curve of that smooth white bottom, over the crest, and down the bulging slope to travel along the undercrease to the intimate place were the cheeks met just between the legs. High up between her thighs, a tuft of silky blonde hair marked her peeping vulva. He poked his finger into her crack, and the girl on his lap jerked her shoulders upward, her hips squirming in mounting agitation at the audacious probe of his stiff finger.

By now young Keith was uncomfortably hot, flushed with sexual desire, his body tingling with anticipation. His straining upright prick pressed against a solid hip through the white cotton of his briefs as his cupped hand passed up and down the twin curves of his teacher’s ass, relishing the satiny smoothness of those firm, fleshy mounds. He let his hand come to rest spanning the woman’s ass. And he let it lay there possessively, giving her bottom a light pat while he talked dirty to her.

“Ever had that big ol’ ass of yours spanked, teacher? Well?!” he grabbed one mound and squeezed to show his displeasure when an immediate answer wasn’t forthcoming from the inverted blonde head. The girl arched upward, wiggling, as he held her ass in an iron grip, tightening his fingers.

“Ughh...no...Sir.”

He smiled. “That’s just what I thought.” The big hand that held her butt relaxed.

“Well you’re gonna get a spanking now, a real good one. And you’re going to count ‘em out for me. Don’t forget to count teacher, or you’re gonna get twice as many,” he warned.

With that he took a deep breath, raised his flattened hand, and swung, bringing it down in a crisp, decisive smack delivered smartly to that oh, so vulnerable behind.

SMACK!

The glancing blow sent the jellied mounds wobbling as Melissa’s blonde head shot up and her body arched into a tight bow.

“Yeeouch, One!” the girl in his lap yelped, twisting and rearing back.

He spanked her again...and again, two hard slaps, right across the quivering cheeks.

SMACK!...SMACK!

“Yeeouch. Two!...oowl..Three!”

The next two were precise smacks, not hard, but each squarely falling on those delightfully bouncy mounds, each getting a tiny yelp from the poor girl as she squealed out the required number.

SMACK!...SMACK!

“Ouch..Four!...Owwwwel... Five!. Oh that hurts, Keith!” she shrieked, writhing in his lap. He held his hand.

“Keith?” he inquired, his voice detached and curious.

“I...I’m sorry...Sir!” she corrected herself, tensing up, instantly aware of her mistake. He let her lay there and think about it, holding his upraised hand, watching her butt clench anxiously. The crack of her ass narrowed down to a dark slit, the sides of her cheeks hallowing out as they hardened, tightening down in fearful anticipation of further retribution. He waited, pausing till he saw those butt muscles slacken.

Now, he paused to admire the results of his handiwork. His prick was incredibly hard, and he felt an ever greater rush of excitement that rose up to form a lump in his throat, a dryness in his mouth, as he contemplated Melissa Parker’s blushing ass; an intense throb of lust powered through him. He couldn’t resist spending a little time just playing with that pink-tinged bottom. Impishly, he poked a pointed finger into her crack, deep between those cowering cheeks and watched her hips buck in startled reaction, her butt muscles tighten instinctively at the rude intrusion. Next, he laid a curved hand across her plump bottom, relishing the silken smoothness of those warm, soft mounds. He patted her ass lightly, affectionately. The cheeks slackened then clamped once again at the teasing touch of the index finger that he ran up her crack.

He took his time, shifting her with his widespread thighs. Then, pressing down with the hand that held her on the lower back, he was suddenly rocked by a strong desire to punish those choice, saucy mounds. He raised his hand and swung, hard, attacking with gusto, delivering a hard spanking the woman wouldn’t soon forget, slapping the center of the rounded domes, the sweeping tops, the fleshy bottoms, walloping her bounding ass in a furious rain that soon had the young teacher squirming and yelping, kicking up her heels, stockinged legs flying up behind her to scissor the air. He whomped that squirming, agitated bottom in rapid succession, admiring the dance of her firm bouncy cheeks under the rain of stinging smacks as she wriggled her hips in fiery torment.

SMACK!...SMACK!...SMACK!...SMACK!...SMACK!

It was only when his palm was stinging viciously that Keith finally stopped. In the sudden quiet of the room, he heard his teacher sniveling like a well-punished schoolgirl, her shoulders heaving as she gasped between ragged gulps of air, while his own breathing slowly evened out.

Flushed and panting, he sat with an achingly hard erection poking at the front of his cotton shorts; and, as he looked down on his teacher’s freshly chastised bottom, he felt a quiver of perverse pride. He brought his tingling hand down to lay it on those heaving reddened mounds, rubbing her smarting behind in a slow deliberate massage while Melissa responded by wiggling her hips in sensual delight; a dreamy moan came from the direction of her inverted head.

Melissa was lulled by the warmth of her masterful lover’s tender caress. As one slow hand kept moving over her bottom in a languid caress, he used the other to reach under the chair, fumbling for his displaced sneaker that lay there, all but forgotten. Holding the sneaker by the toe, he surreptitiously lifted it over his head and brought the hard rubber heel cracking down hard to deliver a powerful whack to the twin domes of Melissa’s throbbing ass. The decisive smack of the rubber slapping the fleshy mounds was like a gunshot in the quiet room.

THWACK!

“YEEEEOWWWWL!” His surprised victim screeched, and her legs flew up in a blur of frantic agitation. “Owl, Owl, Owl” she yelped, kicking and twisting in fiery distress, wiggling her ass as though to shake off the sting as her lover watched the dark pink imprint that slowly began to form across those quivering cheeks.

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