I was off to room 1069 with a cart of room service food from the hotel kitchen. The order said it was a steak and some seafood, and as always, time was of the essence to get it there while it was still hot. I arrived at the room and knocked, announcing, "Room Service."

"Come in," I heard a lady call out.

All the room doors in the hotel automatically lock when closed, so I used my pass key to open the door and entered. I was very surprised, to say the least, to find the lady on the bed, naked, and strapped down on her stomach.

"Ah, I have your room service dinner. Is your husband around to sign for it?"

"No. He's the one who left me here like this. Can you untie me, and I'll sign for the meal?"

"Sure," I said, then found and undid the collars on her wrists and ankles. She sat up and signed for the meal.

"Thank you," she said. "My husband ordered our dinner, but then wanted to fool around while we waited. I was hungry and wanted to wait until after we ate. So, he got mad and tied me to the bed as a way to punish me while he went to the bar downstairs."

"Well, I better get back to work," I noted.

"Or we could eat the food, and then you could tie me back on the bed. That'd be funny, seeing his face when he sees his meal eaten. He'd wonder how I got loose and ate, and who ate his steak. It'd be great."

"But he'd know it was me, and he'd kill me!"

"He'd figure it out, sure, but you'd be gone long before he returns. Hell, you'd even have time to fuck me if you want."

"Ah, I'd better not do any of that."

"Afraid, huh? Well, you know what they say, no guts, no glory!"

"How long will he be gone?"

"Another hour, at least. He'll have a few drinks, forget he ordered room service, and probably get something at the bar if he gets hungry."

"Really?"

"Sure. We'll have plenty of time to eat... and fuck."

"Okay," was all I could muster as I decided to stay.

So, the lady and I ate the room service dinner. She had her seafood, and I ate her husband's steak. It was pretty good, too! We enjoyed the bottle of wine that he ordered with the meal, and that got me feeling a bit sexy.

"Now how about fucking me?" she asked when we finished the meal.

Maybe it was her beauty, or the wine, or both, but I wanted to fuck her very badly. I mean, how often is a nineteen-year-old guy working room service at a hotel going to get an opportunity like this?

"Okay," I said.

"Why don't you tie me back on the bed first, and then you can do what you want," she advised me.

Those words got me so horny I couldn't wait to have sex with her. She got on the bed and took the same position she was in when I had first come into the room, and I secured the leather collars on her wrists and ankles.

"You can use the caning toy that's lying on the bed there to spank me first. I'd like that," she told me.

"This thing?" I asked as I picked up the black handled stick that looked like a short white fishing rod.

"Yes. Just spank me with it for few minutes before you fuck me. It gets me turned on."

I looked it over, and it looked like it could hurt, but I figured if that's what she wanted, and if it turns her on, that would be good. I decided to spank her with it, so I took a swing and swatted her rear.

"Ouch!" she said rather quietly. "You can hit me harder than that!" she implored.

I hit her again, harder, and she jerked at the impact.

"That's better. Do keep it up," she said with an appreciative tone in her voice.

I did as she asked and began to strike her cheeks with the cane, getting a jerk and an 'Ah' of pain from her with each hit as it landed on her ass. She squirmed with each strike, but she seemed to be enjoying it. The cane was now leaving red welts on her cheeks, but she took each strike as if it were a fun game.

"You can hit the backs of my legs, too," she gasped.

So, I began to strike her lower, and she responded with louder cries of pain as the cane struck the sensitive backs of her legs. I kept it up, and went back to her ass cheeks every few strikes just to vary things up. She jerked and squirmed with each hit, but seemed to enjoy what I was doing to her. After several more minutes, she spoke.

"Okay, you can stop and fuck me now. I'm ready," she alerted me.

I stopped striking here and put the cane down. I rubbed her ass gently, trying to smooth away the soreness of the red welts the caning had left on her.

"That's nice, but you don't have to massage me. I'm used to being punished like that, so you can just go ahead and fuck me."

"Okay," was all I could think of to say. But I was more than ready to have sex, so I removed my shoes, undid my hotel-issue uniform pants and took them off, then slid my briefs down and off. My young, rock-hard penis popped free of its confines, and I was ready. So, I climbed onto the bed and knelt between her legs, where I placed my hands in her red cheeks before sliding them down to her pussy. Sliding a finger between her labia, I spread her pussy lips as I moved upward. She was soft and very wet, so the caning must have turned her on as she said it would.

After caressing her slit for a moment, I moved to her clit. She jumped a little when I touched her there, further evidence that the caning had aroused her. I tapped her clit a few times with my fingers, just lightly, and she moaned in appreciation. Further tapping caused her to squirm and moan more loudly, so I continued, tapping a bit harder. She was becoming very animated, trying to thrash about but restrained by the straps, moaning in the pleasure of my touches. I was enjoying teasing her, making her moan and squirm, feeling in control. She seemed to enjoy being restrained and taken advantage of with no recourse, helpless, her sighs and moans telling me she was pleased by what I was doing to her. I continued until she seemed about to cum, then I stopped and pressed my cock against her opening.

I slowly pushed into her vagina while she wiggled to accept me, and soon I was sawing in and out of her. She pushed her rear upward to better meet my thrusts, and I relished the feel of her tight grip on my cock. In her position, she was undoubtedly feeling pressure on her g-spot as my penis pressed against it with each push, and she gasped from time to time with the pleasure it provided.

After a few minutes of fucking her pussy, I pulled out and took some of her juices to her rosebud and swirled around it. When she was slippery enough, I pressed my cock against her tight opening, then pushed the head into her. She let her body relax, and she lay flat on the sheets as I pushed further in. Pressing slowly while she accommodated my length, she began to moan and squirm in delight at the feel of my cock inside her ass. Once I'd pushed all the way in, I began to cycle in and out, her tight orifice holding my penis snugly and imparting a wonderful feeling of closeness. I fucked her ass firmly but unrelentingly for several minutes when she began to buck, pushing her rear up to meet my thrusts, sighing with the rewarding rapture of my cock driving so deeply into her. She gasped, moaned, and rocked as one with me as she closed in in her anal orgasm.

When it hit her, she had a profound orgasmic experience, I'd guess deeper than a clitoral orgasm, more mellow but just as rewarding. She rolled back and forth in ecstasy, rollicking in a deep satisfaction that the anal orgasm gave her. I rolled with her, then as she became more animated, I pulled out. She continued to rock back and forth, gasping, and I noted a great deal of her nectar seeping from her cunt onto the sheets. She continued in a warm, happy state for several minutes before easing up and relaxing.

"Oh, thank you!" she told me, quite out of breath.

"You're more than welcome," I replied. "Can I get you a towel to clean with?"

"Don't bother. Leave me as I am, and the evidence of my state of sexual bliss will be another mystery for my loving husband to figure out. When he does, he may cane me again, but it'll be worth it. I'll enjoy every minute, just as I did with you, sweet lad."

"If that's what you want, I guess I'll be leaving then. Thanks for the great sex, and have a good evening."

And so I left what was the most unusual, but rewarding, room service call I ever made. I never found out what her husband did with her when he returned, but whatever he did, I'm sure she enjoyed it!