Taught to Kneel

by Natasha Knight

  “A little embarrassed,” she answered honestly. It was all she could think to say. When she'd allowed him to do what he'd done last night, they'd crossed a boundary she'd never even known was there. She wouldn't try to hide from him at this point. She couldn't.

  He took her hands and made her look at him. “No judgment. No shame. I'm giving you what you need and that satisfies something in me. What we did isn't wrong or embarrassing, do you understand?”

  She considered him. “What am I satisfying in you?”

  “Besides the fact that it's sexually gratifying for me to have power over you?”

  She nodded, shaking her head internally at this second strange conversation.

  “I've let go of the guilt I felt over my divorce. I've forgiven myself for what I couldn’t do, who I couldn't be at the time. I suppose being able to give you what you need gives me some comfort, reassurance.”

  She smiled.

  He took her hand. “I want us to be completely honest and open with each other. I don't want lies and I don't want you to hold back whatever thoughts or feelings come up when we're together intimately. Giving yourself over to someone, submitting to punishment, is about as close as people can get. It's about trust and I want to nurture that trust. What are you feeling for me right now? No judgment, just open communication.”

  She considered. “I…” She was going to say that she didn't know, but that would be a lie. “I feel safe with you. You know, you're the first person to have the courage to tell me the truth. That I deserve to be punished. I hadn't really gotten beyond that part though, to the part that I also deserve to be forgiven.

  “I don't want my marriage back. I just want to be free of this guilt. I feel… better… since last night. I haven't slept so well in a long time. I don't think I'm through it yet, but it's something. I don't know if this is normal, to trust someone so quickly.”

  “It is normal, but we, and I mean people in general, have managed to fuck it up over time,” he said. “How is your bottom?” he asked, winking.

  “A little tender.”

  Luciana brought her coffee and they remained silent until she left.

  “But you'd like more?” he asked.

  “Yes,” she said.

  “I'm glad I didn't scare you off. Did you do what I asked?”

  She nodded, blushing.

  “Drink your coffee,” he said.

  After breakfast, they headed back to his apartment. Once inside, he held her against the back of the door and kissed her thoroughly, his already hard cock pressing against her belly. He stripped off her sundress as she lifted his t-shirt over his head and pressed her bare breasts against his chest. Wrapping her in his arms, he lifted and carried her to his bed.

  “I feel so good with you,” she said when he settled his weight on top of her.

  “That's what I want,” he said, his kisses traveling down her body. Pulling her panties down, he knelt between her legs. “I love your pussy”.

  She spread her legs wider, giving him a full view of her newly bare sex.

  “The back too?” he asked.

  He watched as she turned over onto her belly and settled on all fours on the bed, spreading her knees wide and raising her ass high in the air.

  He knelt behind her, his hands immediately on her ass cheeks.

  “Get down on your elbows and keep your palms flat.” His voice was hoarse. She obeyed, the position opening her even wider. “Good girl,” he said, his finger trailing the split between her cheeks down and over her asshole, making her gasp as he hovered there, circling. His other hand found her clit from below. “You’re so wet,” he said, rubbing, spreading her lips apart while still probing her anus. “You deserve a reward for being so good and obedient.” He pressed the tip of that finger into the tight rear passage.

  She tensed but pushed her hips up to meet his hand.

  “You’re a greedy little girl, aren’t you? Do you need another spanking, Gabrielle?”

  “Yes, please.”

  He moved away and she turned to watch as he rummaged through a bag and returned with two items. “All right, my naughty little girl. I'll spank you, but first…” He held up the items and she tensed: a tube of lubricant and a butt plug. She knew what it was but had never felt one inside her before.

  “Have you ever been taken anally?”

  “Yes, just twice though.”

  “Did you like it?”

  She nodded. “I did, but William wasn't into it.”

  “That's a shame, there's so much pleasure to be taken from that sexy little hole,” he said. “I'd like to fuck your ass later,” he said.

  Her eyes were wide as she stared at him. “What are you going to do with that in the meantime?” she asked, gesturing toward the plug.

  “I'm going to prepare you. If you wear it now, you'll be ready for me later. It'll go more easily for you. But I promise, you will love the sensation. May I?”

  She didn't have to think about it, she'd always been intrigued but too ashamed to ask. “Yes,” she whispered.

  He opened the bottle of lubricant. “First the plug, then your spanking which will feel much more intense with this inside you, although this spanking won't hurt as much as last night's. Then a good, hard fucking.”

  “I feel so… dirty,” she said.

  He smiled, setting one knee on the bed and lubing his fingers. “Here we go.” He circled her anus. “Just relax, lay your head down, and let me in.”

  He rubbed and rubbed, taking his time, his fingers working patiently, gently until she opened for him and one finger slipped inside, lubricating her from within.

  She found herself arching her back, lifting her hips even higher into the air as his finger moved inside her ass. Before long, more pressure was added as a second finger joined the first.

  Her clit was swollen and tender and her pussy wet with pleasure. He withdrew his fingers from her anus and the next thing she felt made her gasp. She turned to meet his eyes when he pressed the head of the plug against her tight little rosebud.

  “Relax, it's not so big and you can take it. Reach back and touch yourself while I work it in, go on,” he said, one hand holding her open, the other pushing the plug deeper. As he rubbed and circled, she massaged her clit, relaxing her muscles to take the plug while he played with it, inserting then retrieving it again and again until at last her anus sealed around the base.

  It didn't take long for her to reach a climax, her hips bucking, the muscles of her anus clenching around the plug until finally, once the wave passed, she relaxed.

  She remained on the bed as he walked to the bathroom and she heard the water run. He returned, drying his hands on a towel and, finding a condom, he opened the packet and slid it over his cock before coming to stand behind her.

  He began spanking her and although it hurt, it wasn't like last night at all. She gave herself quickly to the pain as she rubbed her clit, the sensations of the spanking with the plug in so tender a place driving her mad.

  “I'm going to come,” she said breathlessly.

  “Come, Gabrielle,” he said, gripping her hips and pulling her closer to him. He thrust his cock deep into her pussy, pounding into her, filling her completely. They came together as all of her muscles tightened, her pussy around his cock and her anus around the plug, making her shudder and convulse with the force of her orgasm.

  Chapter Five

  Swimming with the plug inside her was simply not an option. Julian had told her that she wasn't allowed to orgasm again until he gave her permission, and she realized now why he'd had such an evil little grin on his face when he'd said it. If she were to climax on her own, he’d promised her a punishment more intense than the spankings he'd been administering. The thought both thrilled and frightened her.

  Julian was giving her everything she'd wanted from William. Her deepest sexual desire, the one thing that turned her on in a way that was so much more than sexual, was submission. She wanted to be dominated. She'd wanted that for a
s long as he could remember. But it had taken her some time to come to terms with this darker side of her personality and when she had, and had finally gathered enough courage to tell William what she wanted and needed from their relationship, he hadn't been able to do it. It was very simple and she didn't blame him really. There just wasn't a kinky bone in his body.

  Had she realized at that time what an impact this inability would have on their marriage? Had she realized how powerful her desire was? No. The only thing she'd known was that she needed this thing; she needed a dominant man to make her submit. Make her. Was this a shirking of responsibility she wondered? But no, it wasn't that. It was a need, like food or water, and once she'd let it see the light of day, it would no longer, could no longer, be buried in the dark.

  But something else was happening with Julian, something that she, if she were honest with herself, would have to admit. Could she say she had feelings for him? Was it the safety she felt with him? Even when he punished her body, she felt absolutely and completely safe with him. But a voice inside her told her to take care, to consider her emotions, her heart. She trusted him absolutely, which should be strange given the fact that she'd only known him for a little over twenty-four hours. He knew what she needed better than she knew herself. He was kind, caring, and gentle, but when he'd punished her last night, he'd given her the pain she needed.

  She had to remember that come the end of their few days together, they'd say goodbye. Maybe never see each other again. He lived in Paris, she in Florida. And did he even want to have anything more than the weekend with her?

  Were her feelings for him natural because of the role he played? She watched him swim, his slick, tanned body rising out of the water, the muscles of his back, arms, and legs working. Her mouth watered—she wanted him.

  As if on cue, he climbed out of the pool, water dripping from him. He walked toward her, black eyes searing into her own pale brown ones, setting her core on fire. Her body reacted to him. It was as though, without bothering to consult her brain, it knew he was its master.

  “How are you doing?” he asked.

  “As well as can be expected, given the circumstances,” she answered, holding his towel out to him. She'd had the plug in for about two hours now and enjoyed the feel of it inside her. She liked anal sex, but had always been ashamed of asking for it, especially with William. Asking for what she wanted hadn’t been easy for her for a very long time. She felt vulnerable when she shared her most intimate thoughts and she knew that William’s rejection of her desires, as unintentional as it had been, had set the first crack between them. The actions that followed, her actions, were what caused that crack to grow into something they could no longer bridge.

  “What are you thinking?” Julian asked, settling into the chair next to hers. Besides one other couple, the pool was deserted.

  “I like doing what we're doing. When you spank me, I mean,” she added the last part as color flushed her cheeks.

  “You like submitting to me.”

  She nodded. “Did you know I'd say yes?”

  He sipped from his water bottle. “I was 99% certain.”

  “Really? I'm that obvious?”

  “Afraid so,” he teased, leaning in to kiss her.

  Her eyebrows creased into a frown. “Why do you say it like that?” she asked, holding him off.

  “Because any dominant male will see it in you. Easily.”

  She looked at him, shocked.

  He laughed and reached to touch her chin. “Don't worry, there isn't a flashing light over your head. Only certain men will recognize it and those men will be the ones who are looking for that particular quality in a woman.”

  “I suppose that was to comfort me?” She shook her head, her mind already on her next question. “Have you ever used your belt to whip someone before?”

  “Yes,” he answered easily.

  “Have you done it a lot?”

  “Often enough.”

  “What does it feel like?”

  “It hurts. It's sharp and intense as the pain settles, and the sting remains with you longer than a hand spanking. But it wouldn't be unbearable and you'd have the comfort of your safe words. Are you considering it?”

  “I don't know,” she said, swallowing. She wasn't ready to ask him for what she thought she needed. She'd have to gather more courage for that.

  He squeezed her hand in his, studying her. “Let's go to my room, we should take that plug out.”

  The walk back was a silent one as he held her hand and a voice inside her head asked her what the hell she was thinking. Once inside his apartment, they went directly to the bedroom.

  “Take off your clothes and lay back on the bed. Spread your legs wide,” he said, taking off his swimsuit and pulling a chair to the foot of the bed. He sat down where he could easily watch her. She settled into position, planting her feet flat on the bed and opening her knees wide. “Make yourself come, Gabrielle. Show me how you touch yourself,” he said, his voice as erotic as if he'd touched her.

  She stared at him, her pussy seeming to react independently of her mind while being watched by him. She reached a tentative hand down. He'd watched her play with herself before when he'd inserted the plug but this was different. This was her lying on the bed, her legs spread wide open, on display.

  “I can't.”

  “I think you can,” he said. He didn't touch her and his tone wasn't teasing. “Would you like to spend some time in the corner until you're ready?”

  She gave a small shake of her head.

  “Then I suggest you begin,” he said.

  “Julian,” she began.

  “Sir,” he corrected.

  She blushed a deep rose. “Sir, I've never done this before. I mean with someone watching.”

  He smiled, but his eyes remained as level as ever. “Well, today will be a first then. I don’t want you to close your eyes, I want you to look at me the entire time, do you understand?

  “Yes, Sir,” she answered, her voice small.

  “Now put your hand on your pussy.”

  She reached down and touched herself lightly.

  “Spread your lips open.”

  She brought both hands down and did as he said. She was incredibly aroused.

  “Do you like being told what to do, Gabrielle?”

  She nodded while laying two fingers over her clit. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good, because I like telling you. Put your left hand on the base of the plug while you play with yourself,” he instructed.

  She did, closing her eyes with the sensation of just the slightest pressure on the plug.

  “No, eyes on me.”

  She opened them. “I'm sorry, Sir.” She found she was enjoying what she'd been ashamed to do just moments before.

  “Good girl, now slowly begin to release the plug, but play with it, in and out, in and out, good, just like that.” He massaged himself all along and came to kneel between her legs as he did. “I'm going to fuck that sexy little asshole, Gabrielle,” he said as she pulled the plug almost all the way out then thrust it back in. She was close.

  “Pull the plug out as you come,” he said, pushing her knees down onto the bed. He positioned himself closer and, as she pulled the plug out at the start of her climax, he watched her, their eyes locked, her pupils dilated, her face flushed while her hips bucked with orgasm.

  “That was beautiful,” he said, getting a condom and the lube form a dresser drawer. “Spread your legs wide for me, hug your knees. Good girl.” He rolled the condom on and smeared the lubricant onto his fingers. Kneeling on the bed between her legs, he pressed those fingers easily into the tight opening and she moaned with the sensation.

  “Sir,” she whispered.

  “What do you want, Gabrielle?” he asked, setting the head of his cock at the entrance, nudging it with the tip.

  She licked her lips. “Fuck me. Please.”

  “Where?”

  “Fuck my ass. Please fuck my ass, Sir.”


  He pushed her knees wide and pressed into her asshole.

  “Ah!” she arched her back. It hurt but felt so good at the same time. His cock was thicker and much longer than the plug had been but between her orgasm and having worn the plug, her body was ready and she wanted to receive him. She wanted him to fuck her ass hard, to make her come, to take her to that place where she couldn’t tell what was pleasure and what was pain.

  He thrust all the way inside her then, and laid his torso on hers, settling deep for a moment, looking into her eyes.

  “You are so tight,” he said, and began pumping in and out hard and fast.

  “It feels so… good,” she managed, orgasm making the muscles of her anus close around his cock as her pussy throbbed and she came. But before it was even over, a second one began, with her body so sensitive, so tender, that she thought she would pass out from it.

  “Julian!”

  At that, he thrust home once more, making a low, deep animal sound from somewhere deep inside him when he came, his cock buried deep inside her ass, her muscles quaking around it.

  Chapter Six

  “I want to show you one of my favorite Italian villages,” Julian said.

  Gabrielle rolled down the window once they left the dusty drive of the B&B. The roads were narrow with many twists and turns but Julian managed them expertly.

  “Do you want the AC on?” he asked.

  “No, I like this,” she said, leaning her head toward the open window. “Unless you want it.”

  “No, it's fine for me.”

  “Tell me something about your life, Julian. We don't really know anything… normal about each other.”

  “Normal?” he asked, glancing at her. “Well, I'm the Director of Marketing for a small conglomerate of French banks. I've been there for about six years now, the last two in Paris. I was born in a village outside of Cannes called Biot. Do you know it?”

  She shook her head. “Cannes I know, but my geography's never been the best.”

  “Well, it's not on the typical tourist path. My mother still lives in the same house I grew up in. I have two brothers, both happily married and still living very near my mother. I told you my daughter spends every other weekend with me in my apartment in Paris.”