“It shouldn’t take long,” he said, removing the leather cuffs from my arms. “Are your wrists okay? You were pulling pretty hard against them.” He massaged my wrists as he revealed them from under the leather. “Take a nap, sweet one; you will need all of your strength for later.” He kissed me on my forehead and left the bedroom.
I pulled a long pillow between my legs and curled up on my side. I drifted along in a haze of pleasure and light sleep until the rude interruption of a dream.
In the dream I stood naked with my wrists bound together. A rope attached to a D ring on the cuff lifted my arms above my head to the eyebolt centered in front of the doorway to the bedroom. Hoisted by those restraints, I had to stand on my toes. I wiggled around, trying to balance my weight on my feet but found it difficult. The strain on my shoulders as well as my calves had me shaking. Just then, I realized a party was taking place around me. People milled about drinking and partaking of hors d’oeuvres. They passed by, taking the time to look me up and down, but they didn’t speak a word to me, as though looking at a slab of beef for purchase. Panic and dread gripped me as I hung there naked and helpless. A few people actually touched me, and a man who resembled the older man I’d met previously with Luke spun me around, causing me to lose my footing altogether. I helplessly fought to regain balance, to little effect. Then Luke came by, slapped me hard on the butt and announced that the bidding was about to begin.
“Aaahhhhhhhhh,” I screamed as I sat straight up in bed startled by the dream.
“What is it?” Luke asked as he rushed into room. He cradled me in his arms as I struggled to catch my breath. I retold the dream in gasps, slowly regaining my composure.
“This is really amazing,” he said, holding me tightly and smiling.
Though confused, I felt safe and cared for in his arms.
“You see, after the call was over, I started thinking about your punishment. How you described yourself tied up is exactly what I had planned. Not the party part, at least not yet,” he said, chuckling.
I slugged his shoulder with the side of my fist and said, “Hey!”
“I was only joking, trying to get you into a better mood. It was funny, admit it.”
“I will admit no such thing,” I said but couldn’t suppress a smile.
“Well, at least admit that we’re already very connected and that you are picking up my thoughts.”
“Hmmmm. Maybe,” I said.
“Are you sassing me?” he said, touching his nose to mine.
“Moi? Sassing you?” I laughed. “Maybe,” I said with a big smile.
“Well I like it but it won’t keep me from giving you what you deserve.”
“And what is that?”
“Your penalty for being a bad girl.”
“I thought you liked bad girls.”
“Let’s just say I like disciplining bad girls,” he said, leaning me forward and smacking my butt.
“Hey,” I said, but giggled.
“So it seems we need a different discipline for tonight, but expect that at least the tying up part of your dream will happen at some point. This changes our plans a bit. Okay, so let’s get dressed and get something to eat. We can talk later.”
CHAPTER SIX
After we arrived at the restaurant and were seated, Luke said, “So, how attached are you to your job?”
“As it pays for my bills and home and car, very attached.”
“Money is of no issue. I have plenty of it.”
“Luke, that’s your money. What happens if this doesn’t work out? I need my job.”
“Well let’s just say I’m much more optimistic about us than you are. This will work out. Think about it, okay? There are far better ways for us to spend our time. I travel a lot and if you’re working, we will be apart more than I’d like.”
“Do you go to Japan? Is that how you speak Japanese?”
“You’re a curious girl. How about this? I will answer up to five questions. You can ask anything. It will cost you an extra lash for each question.”
“An extra lash? You mean adding more to my discipline?”
“Yes.”
“How is that fair?”
“Fair or not, it’s your choice.”
“Fine, five. Let’s see. I have to make them good …. Okay, where were your born and raised?”
“That’s two questions.”
“Wait, that’s not fair. I take it back—”
“Seattle, Washington. Raised in Tacoma. Three more, and you better make them good,” he said with a smirk.
“That’s just bullshit. You’re incorrigible! That was one question.”
“Two: where was I born and where was I raised. They’re two separate questions.”
“But I didn’t mean it that way.”
“Again, choose wisely.”
“I’m going to the bathroom,” I said in a huff and marched off.
What an asshole. I mean, really! How can he be so nice and compassionate one minute and then piss me off so badly the next? Okay, get a grip on yourself, Jane. What do you really want to know? Cause this is your chance to find some things out.
While using the toilet I decided on my questions. I needed to be careful about the wording. I knew what I wanted and needed to know.
“Took you awhile in there. Pondering the weight of the world?”
“Something like that.” I sat back down in my seat. “Here goes nothing.”
“Wait,” Luke said.
“What?”
“We need a safe word or phrase for later tonight and for the duration of the relationship. Have anything in mind?”
“In reference to what? To your discipline or correction, as you call it?”
“Yes, in reference to your ‘Get Out of Jail Free Card’ for when you are done. When you’re ready to end your disciplining because you don’t think you can handle it or just because you are done with me. You say the words … and out you go. So do you have any ideas?”
“Yes as a matter of fact. ‘Get lost, creep,’ ” I said and leaned back causally in my chair.
Luke laughed so hard that I thought he might fall off his seat. “Oh, that is good. Never heard that one used before.”
“So how many others have there been?” I asked.
“That’s question Number Three,” he said, chuckling.
“Oh come on, Luke, that’s not what I wanted to ask you. This is so pissing me off.”
Still laughing, he said, “Okay, babe. I’ll give you this one. There have been others, of course, as I am a man with needs. I didn’t get to forty-five behaving like a monk. But I will also say that I have been waiting a long time for ‘the one’ and I have finally found her.”
“You think I could be ‘the one’?” This made my head spin. “What do you know of me, sense of me, that would make you think that?”
“It just fits. You are asking for an intellectual response to something intuitive. It’s the way we feel together.”
“Does your body react the way mine does? How could we be in love so fast?”
“Jane, how about asking fewer questions and just listening to what your body is telling you? I will say one thing and then back to your questions: this doesn’t need to make sense. It just has to feel right, and it does. We are meant to be together. That’s why you feel alive and brand new and no longer alone. I’m right about that, am I not?”
“Yes but ….” I couldn’t think of a but. It made no sense and really, when did love ever make sense? There was much I wanted to ask and yet I only had three lousy questions left.
“So, Jane, what do you want to know?” he said, smiling with his eyes as well as his mouth.
His eyes did something to me. They infused me with such intensity that it was as if they held my soul. Even without his touching me, I felt cradled in his arms.
“Ahem,” I said, clearing the haze of my desire. “Okay, here’s an easy one and probably a waste of a question but my curiosity is driving me nuts. Do you own the house where we first m
et?”
“Yes.”
“Just yes? Care to elaborate, like are you the one throwing the parties?”
“You may use that as your next question. I answered the third one already.”
“No, then. I don’t want to waste my remaining questions on that.”
“Next?”
“What exactly do you do in your business, which I have deduced is photographing nudes?”
“Pick another, my love. I will show you when we get home.”
“Home?” I said. “Are we really living together? How is it that my life has changed so much in less than a week?”
“Jane, are you okay?” he asked, leaning forward to take my hand into his.
“I’m scared,” I said. “This seems so fast and so intense.”
“When it’s right, it just is, babe,” he said. “And we are right. Want to save the questions for later?”
“Oh, no. It’s just that I need to come up with another one. Ummm, okay, how did you get your scar?”
“The wrong place at the wrong time, with a sword. Let’s leave it at that.”
“That’s not an answer, Luke. Tell me the whole story.”
“I’m not a fan of talking about the past, and that’s all I’m willing to say.”
“But—”
“I’ll allow you another question,” he said. He gazed out the front window of the restaurant as if trying to will the past away.
“Could I save one for the future?”
“Sure, I’m feeling generous,” he said with a grin.
“Okay, then here’s my last question: do I need to be worried for my life?”
“That was good.” Luke laughed, bringing his attention back to me.
“I’m completely serious, and how the hell did you know where I work?” I asked.
“Oh … really, that’s what you want to ask?” He looked astonished. “Of course I would never really hurt you. Plus you have the ‘Get Lost Creep’ card. It’s in your power to end this whenever you want. Just because our relationship is alternative doesn’t mean I’m dangerous. Not in the life and death sense anyway. I love you, Jane, and given time, you will come to trust that and me. ”
I felt better. His words rang true on a deep level, allowing me to let my guard down.
“Okay, but I’ve got to tell you it’s all a bit overwhelming at this point,” I said. I paused and then continued, “Can I ask you something about us? It’s nothing about you personally. I really like the idea of saving a question for later. Plus, twenty-four ‘thwacks’ are way more than enough.” I wondered if he would use the belt again for my discipline.
“Oh, I forgot to mention it costs two licks to save a question for the future.” Laughter spilled out of him before he had finished speaking.
“I don’t think so,” I said with a stubborn pout, and laughed all the same.
“So ask,” Luke said. “Question is stored for later use.”
“Have you felt this way before? Have you thought you met ‘the one’ before?”
“I have been in love before and have thought I’d met my match, the one I would spend my life with; so yes. In some ways this is the same but in other ways it’s different and new.”
“How is it different? I don’t want to be like everyone else to you, or why even do it?”
“There is a deeper connection between us, as is evident in the dream you just had. There’s an energy between us that is undeniable and stronger than any I’ve felt. I’m not just talking about chemistry, although that is very strong too.”
“So you do feel it. That’s good to know.”
“Of course I do. Let’s ask for the check and get out of here. You need to be disciplined, because you have been a very naughty girl, and I’m all done answering questions for a while. I want to show you my studio and make plans for the rest of our lives together. A tall order for one evening, but let’s see what we can accomplish.”
“Oh, before I forget,” I said, “I need to get the phone number for our place to give to my mother and friends.”
“I like the sound of that, ‘our place.’ Very much, in fact. You have a cellphone, right?”
“Well, yes—”
“I will be using the land line for business calls and would prefer if you use your cell.”
I hesitated. “Okay, I guess.”
* * * *
The ritual of undressing at the door had already started to become a routine. As I had never entered farther than just inside the door with clothes on, it had been ingrained in me from the start.
“A choice, yet again,” he said, taking my clothes and leading me deeper into our apartment.
“Hmmm.” I had a hunch what might be coming.
“Discipline, which will of course end in your orgasms, or learning more about my business. In what order would you like to indulge?”
At that moment the idea of avoiding the inevitable seemed worse than getting it over with. Plus, my body continued to betray me because even the thought of what he might do to me had my nipples almost painfully erect and my nether lips wet. “Let’s get it out of the way,” I said. I remember being scared and so turned on, my body sizzling with anticipation.
“So how many do we have … twenty-six, by my count.”
“NO! That’s twenty-four, not twenty-six,” I said, getting pissed off again.
“Okay, okay,” he laughed. “Twenty-four. You sure are sexy when you’re mad.” He smiled and pulled me into his embrace for several long seconds. Then he took me by my shoulders and moved me back away from him, looking me up and down like a bird of prey. “It’s a shame I won’t be stringing you up to the eyebolt tonight,” he said wistfully. “Another day.”
Taking me by the hand, he led me over to the couch. He tugged the coffee table and then the couch away from the wall and pulled out what I had thought to be decorative artwork. He attached it to a base that had been hidden underneath the couch. I stood there in amazement, wondering what other little surprises he had in store for me.
He set the wood structure at an angle. “Turn around,” he said.
He had me step up on the wooden platform and face it. Grabbing a leather strap out of the end table, he attached my right arm to the high right corner, securing me to the slat of wood. He did the same to my other arm on the left side. It was awkward to be facing the platform; I had to pick a side to place my face. Once he lifted my right leg, I realized that my arms would be bearing a large portion of my weight. He attached my right leg to the far right corner, leaving me balancing on my left leg. My body trembled as he strapped my other leg to the corner.
Oh, this does not seem so bad, I thought at first. The angle seemed to help distribute my weight so I didn’t feel the strain.
“I have a different hoippu for you to experience tonight,” he said.
“Huh?” I mumbled into the wood planks.
He struck me with something I couldn’t see.
“Ouch!” I screamed.
“Not another word, young lady, or I’m adding more to your punishment. So let’s start, shall we?”
I shook my head frantically no as best I could from my position. He ignored me. I didn’t know what he had chosen to use but now knew the whip to be an unfriendly sort. I tried to look over my shoulder to see it, but that proved impossible.
“You want to see it, do you?” he asked.
Call me a slow learner, but I said, “Yes.”
“Ohhhhhh!” I screamed as he wacked me much harder. I wanted to yell “motherfucker” but thought it best to shut up.
He leaned close to the side of my face and whispered through his hot breath, “You sure must like this, Jane, because you keep adding on, and we haven’t even begun. Here is your new friend,” he said as he put an odd-looking whip in front of my face. It had a long wooden handle. My new friend, a paddle, not a whip, scared me. It reminded me of a very large paint stirrer—a foot and a half long and stained dark brown. The hole in the bottom of the handle I assumed made for ea
sy hanging.
My body, my new enemy of betrayal, responded. I could feel moisture collecting and falling on the wooden base below me. I felt so exposed, so stretched, so embarrassed by my arousal.
“Okay, Jane, we’re starting now. No talking, but feel free to scream to your heart’s content.”
That scared me. Really scared me. “Wait, wait,” I said. “I don’t think I can stand twenty-two more hits from that.”
“Twenty-four and you have two choices,” he said. He roughly grabbed my hair in his fist, jerked my head back and talked right into my face. “Say the words and get the fuck out of my life or shut the fuck up. Which is it going to be?”
Frightened beyond belief, but also crazy in love, I knew I didn’t want it to be over.
“I choose to shut the fuck up,” I said, tears streaming from my eyes.
“Good,” Luke said.
The discipline turned into a beating. Luke slowed down his approach, making me lose all sense of time. I learned a valuable lesson that night. Do not piss off the one giving the punishment just before he starts. His hits on my thighs hurt far worse than on my buttocks. Certainty stole over me that it would take days before I would be able to sit down again. It was a relief to realize I wouldn’t have to call in sick again, given that tomorrow was Saturday. I knew I couldn’t come up with a good enough story to explain having to stand the entire day.
Before half the punishment was complete, I wailed like a new-born baby. But by the time there were only five strikes left, a calmness overtook me. The pain subsided and a raw, burning desire to be fucked hard took its place. I alternated between breathing out and holding my breath in anticipation of the next strokes. The pain reached a plateau and I could feel the rush of endorphins anesthetizing my entire body. It felt exhilarating. I wanted to yell out, “Oh god, Oh my god, Oh god,” but instead what came out sounded like ugh, oopf, ahhhh, ugh.
“Now that wasn’t so bad,” he said. He breathed heavily as he leaned his body against mine.
“Owww,” I said.
He moved his body over to the side and I thought he would lower me from the X position that held me. Instead he did something no man had ever done. He began spreading my ass checks with one hand and moving his finger tauntingly around my asshole. He teased it gently and I was shocked to find that his slow circling of my bud became more and more enjoyable. He wet another finger with my juices that now coated my inner thighs, brought it back to my anus, and worked it in and around my hole.
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