1. Him and me


    Date: 12/31/2017, Categories: Spanking, Author: kellyjones1944, Source: LushStories

    My plane landed just on time at Lisbon's airport. It was a warm summer morning and I was so anxious to head to town I was one of the first to exit the plane's doors. During the eternal eight hours of flight my mind had been swirling around with millions of impossible fantasies. I knew it would be inevitable. Coming here, to his town, knowing he would be only a couple of miles away from me instead of thousands… my silly heart just couldn't help imagining what would it be like, even when we had both agreed that it could never happen. So there I was, alone, free as bird, having left the kids and husband behind, headed to very well deserved vacations, on my homeland. I rearranged my pencil skirt and my blouse, checked on my high heels, and dragging my suitcase behind me, I strolled out of there. As I was heading to the subway station I notice a parked patrol of the Republican National Guard, almost on my way. I took a small detour to avoid it, when a male's voice stopped me. "Mrs. Jones? Mrs. Kelly Jones?" Surprised, I stopped and looked back. A guard had hopped out of the car and was heading towards me. Puzzled, I look at him. "Yes, that's me!" I answered. "Ma'am could you please hand me your passport?" the man demanded stretching his hand towards me. "Is there a problem, Officer?" I asked more intrigued than worried. "Ma'am, your passport please!" he insisted, his face carved in stone. Eager to solve whatever the problem was I took my passport from my purse and handed it to ...
    him. He opened it, checked my data and instead of giving it back to me, he put it in his own pocket. "I'm afraid you'll have to come with us, ma'am!" he said before I could even utter a single word. "What? I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what the hell is going on here!" I burst out, starting to feel upset. "We'll explain downtown, ma'am!" he said, taking my suitcase out of my hands, and throwing it into the patrol. Seconds later, he had me pressed against the car, face down, as he attached a couple of cuffs to my wrists behind my back. He pushed me into the back seat, and sat beside me. This was so fast that I couldn't even start to react, as the car pulled out of the sidewalk. "You can't do this!" I shouted, infuriated. "I haven't done anything wrong!" The man sitting beside me ignored my words and just grabbed a cloth from his pocket and stuffed it into my mouth, and secured it behind my head. After that he threw a hood over my head, leaving me gagged and blind. The car made a stop, and the man beside me hopped out, and someone else sat beside me. I knew this was someone else. His scent was different, his presence felt menacing somehow and I started to struggle to free myself from the hood and the gag. As the car resumed its way, I intensified my struggle, feeling very close to panic. A huge, strong hand came down on me, and grabbing me by the neck, forced me backwards into the seat, as he whispered on my ear. "You don’t want to piss me off! Stay put, or you'll regret ...
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