Timing is Everything

Here is an excerpt of an Autumnal story for you. One in particular, I do hope to get your feedback on.

Not sure how much I need to or should set up the scene for you. 
The month is October. The time is present day, somewhere within the past 5 years. The scene is a university dorm. The characters; well I'll let you meet them for yourself...

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"Enjoy your 'date'. You gonna miss all the attention this pawg is gonna get! You could be my wingman; oh' winggirl!" Her roommate giggled as she intentionally pointed and shook her tightly encased bottom at her while twirling her keys up high and around manicured-tipped fingers. She turned slowly making her way to the door, teetering in her new high heels. 

"Yes, I could, but no. Whatever. Now get going,"  Dorothy replied literally pushing the door against the backside of her teasing roommate.

No sooner had the door closed then it swung back open again.

"Fo'got ma fags," she chimed as she marched back into the small shared dorm-room.

"Ya sure ya don't wantta go? What if 'e don't call? This party is going to be off the chain." 

"No and thank you. He always follows through with what he says. Plus, he sent me a care package and we plan to talk about it. Now go!"

Dorothy explained blocking the way back further into the room.

"Suit yourself. But watcha' need, if you ask me, is a personally delivered package. Don't get too frustrated on your 'date', sweetie." Meghan winked as she walked out the door.


"Out!" Dorothy slammed the door shut, looked at her watch, "Oh shoot" and scampered over in a mad dash to her desk and powered up her laptop.

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"Doll, you there?" the question came in clear, but deeply echoed.


"Sorry Hon. I'm here. I'm here, but I can't see you" Dorothy nervously jiggled the laptop monitor back and forth.

"I can see you; beautiful as always. Did you get the package?" he asked echoing off into the now quiet and almost empty room.

"I did. Thank you! I love the necklace" she smiled awkwardly at the pixilated image while caressing the stone dangling at her cleavage.

"Good. I'm glad you liked it. What about the other things? Are you wearing the panties I sent you?"

"The necklace has my birthstone, how did you know? I love it" she looked away form the monitor trying to keep his attention on what she wanted to talk about. 

"I know your birthday; it wasn't that hard to figure out. Doll I asked you a question" He asked as his image coincidentally came into focus with his deepening tone.

"I…I'm no…I'm not" she replied biting her nails and looking away from the monitor.

"Really? One thing I ask and you refuse" his tone sounded extra annoyed due to the unnatural echo. 

"I…I well. Well, they just aren't gonna fit. They are too small."


"They're your size. You are just used to wearing baggy oversize clothes. I've told you time and again, I love your body and so should you. I love your shape, your hips..."


"But they…they loook tinnyyy."


"Enough! Did you even try them on?!" his voice rose instantly and boomed through the laptop's speakers.

"Bbb, but Honnnnn!" she whined.

"Stop biting your nails. If I ever get back stateside, you are going to get your ass spanked for this type of nonsense!" 

"Honn. No. Please, don't say that. You know I hate it went you say that. You'll be back. We'll be back together" her voice broke.

Suddenly, a scramble of voices and popping noises broke through the speakers.

"Hey Doll, I got to go. Something just happened."

"Nnooo! Hon! Don't go! I'll go put them on right now. Watch. Just wait. I'll be right back" she blew a kiss to the laptop and rushed away from the webcam.

"Hey, my Sergeant is screaming. Something is going down.
Love ya. Bye!"

Moments later she was back standing in front of the laptop screen. She posed coyly showing him her full backside. Dressed only in her red heels and, most importantly, the leopard print panties she was now modeling.

"So what do you think?" she asked, pointing to her ample bottom that was practically bare minus the thin strands of a thong lodged high around her waist and lost deep between her cheeks. She jiggled her bottom at the screen once again and listened for a reaction.

Silence.

She looked over her shoulder and saw only the reflection of her ass filling the entire width of the blank screen. The laptop slowly flickered as if to refresh and then reverted back to the log-in screen.

"Fuck. Dammit!" she pounded the laptop shut.
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"Harder. Yes! Harder!" she purred.

"Please spank me harder; I deserve it. Don't hold back." She called out awaiting a response. Her breathy voice filled the dimly lit dorm-room. "I'm sorry Hon. I am. I know I deserve this."

She ran her hand inside of her panties and pushed down, sandwiching her thin fingers against the soft rayon material and her femininity. She closed her eyes and imagined him standing behind her as she adjusted her pillow between her legs.  Imaging herself in position as she was now; laying on her bed wearing nothing but the tiny leopard print panties he had bought for her. Imagined him wielding his thick leather belt against her bottom.

She rubbed against her pillow, squeezing her thighs tight. Her bare breasts rubbed against the cold sheets only added to her excitement. She tried to focus on her vision and not the sounds outside in the distance. Her thoughts focused on her fiance, in his "dress blues"; standing behind her. Spanking her with his unforgiving belt, over and over and over again.

She could feel herself quickly getting wet while she imagined the sounds of the leather swooshing through the air. Imaging the sting on her nearly bare bottom. She could feel herself breathing heavily and starting to lose control as he scolded her sternly. Imagining his new tough voice explaining how he was going to take her roughly from behind and give her a real reason to scream as soon as he was done spanking every inch of her large ass. He was going to make sure she knew what would happen if she didn't follow his lead ever again and do as she was told. If she didn't start believing how beautiful she was.

 
She was now physically bouncing on the bed, her fingers rubbing and penetrating deeply. No doubt she was a shameless sight of frustration she thought to herself. Her legs were now partially dangling off the bed, her hair swinging madly in her face, her unsupported breasts bouncing freely. She didn't care how desperately horny she looked she told herself. She didn't care that she was shamelessly humping her pillow, legs spread wide and ass high. She didn't care. She needed it now. She need to be spanked. She needed to be fucked. 

She felt her moisture soaking through to her pillowcase...When suddenly the door swung open! She lept up and scurried backwards to the corner of her bed. She sat up in shock, knees bent covering her chest; breathing wildly. Her eyes were as wide as her legs spread; offering an undeniable clear view of her stained triangle of interrupted pleasure. Her heart beat furiously against her naked chest as she sat and watched as someone crossed the threshold into her room.

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Did you enjoy that?

Since my ego has been crushed lately as part of ongoing personal issues, I am searching for some reassurance. I  have been wondering about somethings for quite sometime. 
Therefore, I told myself what the hell; go ahead and ask; what do you have to lose.
 

I made the questions in survey format for your convenience, but would really love your input.

I have been thinking about publishing a book for quite sometime.
A collection of my stories, some seen here, but also new content as well.
Would love your honest feedback. So what do you think?