The Personal TrainerĀ 

“Do you want me to spank you in the kitchen? You need to decide in the next ten seconds” he barks. 

I am covered in sweat and barely breathing. I have my gym kit and trainers on in the house. I have just completed a HIIT session of 30 mins, learnt to spar, squat and run on the spot continuously for 30 seconds in 8 separate intervals of something like 600 reps. He has measured my limbs, gauged my body fat and given me an eating plan, plus a routine for the gym. 

My mind is torn : is this wrong? Do I say yes? 

I nod and move to grip the worktop, a bead of sweat running down my forehead. I take a deep breath and close my eyes. 

“Pull your shorts down for me then”. His accent is almost unintelligible, staccato; a broad quick Irish lilt. 

I do as he asks and lean into his slaps as he nuzzles my neck. 


He has offered me a massage. So I accept, not knowing if this means sex. He asks for massage oil : this was the initial offer. His hands are rough but his touch is smooth and firm. My heart is in my mouth – I don’t know where this going. 

He finishes and asks me to suck my tits for him. He tells me mine are the best he has ever seen. I feel shy, but eventually I start, and then he joins me. Very quickly his cock is in my mouth and he is asking me what I want. 

I mount him but just rub myself on his cock. I want to fuck him but he stops me, saying he doesn’t have a condom. I tell him I have plenty. He comes in my mouth instead. 


This, dear reader, is probably my ultimate fantasy. Someone who will tell me what to do, and punish me to the point of no return. Someone who can push my buttons and make me cry out in pain but give me a hug when it is all over.

What the fuck am I doing? 

Watch this space. 

The House CallĀ 

He arrives in his overalls and I keep up the pretence of him looking at my sockets. He is shy; clearly uncomfortable in his work gear and strips it off quickly. He starts to kiss me but I am greedy and want to get started. I pull down his shorts, kneel on the rug and take him in my mouth. He groans and thrusts into me and I enjoy his hand on my head, guiding me into the best position.

He groans and I withdraw, admiring the coral lipstick mark around his cock. He is hard, his cock bobbing up and down as he steps out of the shorts.  I pull down my pencil skirt and show him my thong and stockings. He quickly pulls aside my knickers and buries his face there. It is delicious. 

Soon the pants come off and we lie beside each other, his cock in my mouth and his face in my pussy. Occasionally he stops to lick or bite my nipple. He moves to cover my face, his legs either side of my head. His stalk is prodded further down my throat and he moans as he spurts. 

Later I am in his arms, and the light from the day is fading. I am as happy as I have ever been, and I sigh. His fingers smooth over my bum and he holds it firmly. I look into his eyes and smile. He slowly rubs it again and then smacks. He rubs again and smacks in a slightly different place. He keeps going, sometimes over the cheek, sometimes just below. Each time he rubs before the smack. His other hand is vigorously fucking my pussy, his rough fingers inside me. I bury my face in his chest and wince. My skin is red hot but it is sublime. By the time he is finished it is so dark I cannot see his expression. I wriggle and he smacks harder, I feel wetness between my legs as his fingers pull out of me. I wrestle away from him and he checks I am okay. 

“You are really good at that” I say shyly

“Am I?” He asks

“Yes. It’s very hard to find someone who can do it properly” 


We lie in the dark and chat until I pull the cord to turn on the light. I want to see his face again. Those eyes have a smile somehow that I have grown fond of. I reach down and find he is hard again. 

Soon he is on top of me, my legs wrapped around him.