by J. M. Witt
Hope you’re sleeping.
Later that day after a doctor’s appointment and various errands, I was laughing my ass off at an email from him. Somehow a conversation had ensued between some children at the school during drop-off about how ‘punishment’ was horrible. He’d mentioned in the email that had I been there, I wouldn’t have been able to keep a straight face. And he was right.
TO: [email protected]
1:43 PM
Subject: Re: Libido ON
OMG...lol. I NEED to be punished, Sir. I ache for it...
I can’t stop giggling. I would’ve had to leave the room, especially had you been there, too.
Around dinner time I got my reply.
TO: [email protected]
5:08 PM
Subject: Re: Libido ON
I was smirking thinking about you being on the other side of the room and trying to keep it together...
TO: [email protected]
5:16 PM
Subject: Re: Libido ON
You know me so well...lol
Garbage out, homework done, house cleaned. Now for dinner. Is it bedtime yet? One week almost done...
TO: [email protected]
5:37 PM
Subject: Re: Libido ON
I need a long massage.
TO: [email protected]
5:39 PM
Subject: Re: Libido ON
One of mine?! I still want one from you...
You’re going to drive me to drink. I suddenly have a craving for whisky...need to taste you on my lips again!
TO: [email protected]
6:13 PM
Subject: Re: Libido ON
Mmmm...whisky lips.
I need a BJ.
TO: [email protected]
6:19 PM
Subject: Re: Libido ON
I need something to suck on...needed to suck on you yesterday... :)
But it’ll have to wait until next week when I’m kid free once again.
TO: [email protected]
6:23 PM
Subject: Re: Libido ON
Headed out of town later next week for the rare business trip and will be gone through the weekend.
Ugh. Well, I was going to put in my request.
TO: [email protected]
6:26 PM
Subject: Re: Libido ON
I’m formally putting in a request for a marked ass before you leave. Lol :)
TO: [email protected]
6:29 PM
Subject: Re: Libido ON
Noted. I will have my assistant put that on the calendar accordingly...
May send you home in cum soaked panties after the spanking. Make you sit in my warm, sticky mess and preserve the feeling.
I dropped my head to my desk when I got the response. How was he still able to leave me nearly speechless?
TO: [email protected]
8:13 PM
Subject: Re: Libido ON
Promise?!
TO: [email protected]
8:24 PM
Subject: Re: Libido ON
Won’t promise but certainly will keep it on the top of my mind...
I rather like thinking about you squirming from a sore bottom and feeling all squishy at the same time from my cum and your juices.
TO: [email protected]
8:27 PM
Subject: Re: Libido ON
Sigh. You’re killing me.
Juices are already flowing...
And playlist is on random. What should come on? I’m on fire. Jesus fuck...
That night I fell asleep to Daniella Mason’s All I Want. It too, was another song that had played from our night away and as I listened to it the video reels played over and over.
The emails continued all weekend and into Monday. I worked all day and late into the nights as I listened to my dark songs and the words were flowing, poetry included. I worked and re-worked the poem I was working on and after I was satisfied, I sent it to him.
TO: [email protected]
12:50 PM
Subject: Re: Sinful Sunday
I’m blushing and over-heated. This just flew off my fingertips...
My secret, my desire, my passion
Deep inside where only you can go
Harder, rougher, unleash your beast
I want it all, everything you got
I’ll meet every thrust, every kiss
With more vigor than before
Can you handle me?
Do you want all of me?
I’m yours for the taking
Spank me, flog me, fuck me
Punish me like only you can
Pleasure resides in your weapon
Caress the welts with your tongue
Then do it again...
I didn’t get a response until the evening.
TO: [email protected]
6:20 PM
Subject: Re: Sinful Sunday
:) Glad to see your fingertips are electric
TO: [email protected]
6:24 PM
Subject: Re: Sinful Sunday
Can’t help but think dirty thoughts...you’ve corrupted me...lol. Ok, so we both know I was already corrupted.
TO: [email protected]
6:27 PM
Subject: Re: Sinful Sunday
I may have introduced your corrupted mind to reality, but I can’t be responsible for any more than that... :)
Let me know when you are through with your workout tomorrow. We may have to rodeo briefly... :)
TO: [email protected]
6:30 PM
Subject: Re: Sinful Sunday
Will do. I’ll email you when I get home and then I’ll need to shower.
I look forward to the rodeo. :)
Maybe I’ll bring you a cherry jolly rancher tomorrow...of course I may already be sucking on it. :)
He didn’t respond until late in the night.
TO: [email protected]
12:27 AM
Subject: Re: Sinful Sunday
I will give you a break to suck on something else...
TO: [email protected]
12:32 AM
Subject: Re: Sinful Sunday
I might enjoy this...maybe I’ll bring a few, really draw it out and enjoy it.
My bruises are gone and I frowned when I noticed.
Just crawled into bed. Bad habit picked back up from younger days...music playing as I drift off to sleep. Get some rest, Sir. I’ll be dreaming of jolly ranchers and Maximus. Giggle...
TO: [email protected]
12:37 AM
Subject: Re: Sinful Sunday
Did those bad habits include being paddled and giving BJs in the middle of the day...?
BJ queen sounds more regal... :)
Smiling, I decided to tease him some more.
TO: [email protected]
12:41 AM
Subject: Re: Sinful Sunday
LOL. I’ll accept that title!
How is Maximus? Eager, needy, throbbing?
TO: [email protected]
12:43 AM
Subject: Re: Sinful Sunday
Going to be throbbing shortly. Going to stroke and tease him before I fall asleep.
When I woke in the morning I sent him a simple message.
TO: [email protected]
7:22 AM
Subject: Re: Sinful Sunday
Good morning...
He didn’t respond, but I tried to not overthink it. When I got home from the gym, I emailed him again.
TO: [email protected]
10:57 AM
Subject: Home
Just got home. Jumping in the shower.
So many choices...red panties, black panties, lace panties, no panties...Sigh.
When I got out of the shower, an email awaited. Pervert. I knew the mention of panties would get him to respond.
TO: [email protected]
11:24 AM
Subject: Re: Home
:)
Finishing some reports and then I will be ready to meet.
TO: [email protected]
11:33 AM
Subject: Re: Home
I’ll be waiting... :)
And I waited, and waited, and waited some more.
TO: [email protected]
12:43 PM
Subject: Re: Home
Almost finished.
He was trying to give me an anxiety attack.
TO: [email protected]
12:45 PM
Subject: Re: Home
Ok...
Thirty minutes later I got a text that Rodeo 1 was compromised and to head to Rodeo 2. Scrambling to my car, I headed out. Parking away from him like he’d taught me to do, I got out of my SUV and began the walk over to him.
Wasting no time, he pulled me to him. Hip to hip, his erection jumped against me as I circled my arms around his ribcage and let him kiss me.
“You smell good.” His lips moved over my neck and to my ear as I trembled under them.
How had I survived almost two weeks without his touch? I wanted to feel this every day and maybe that’s why it felt so amazing because every day just wasn’t possible. I lost myself in his kiss and embrace. I loved how tight he held me, letting me know who owned me in the short moments I was with him.
“You ready to be punished?” It was a soft whisper against my ear and I nodded. “Turn around.”
I did as he directed and leaned into the backseat of his truck. His hands slowly moved up my legs, lifting my skirt as he went. Closing my eyes, my lips forming a soft smile, I reveled in his touch. Stiff fingers moved over my lips and parted them as he coated his fingers, causing a small moan to escape me. He moved closer.
The feeling of his erection pressed against me was one of the most gratifying feelings. I loved the proof of what I did to him. He moved against my hip while working his hands over my now exposed flesh. I couldn’t stop myself from wiggling against his cock so that I could feel more of him. And when he grabbed my hips, seeking more pressure, I knew it was the same for him, too.
“You’ve never cried in front of me.”
His words hit me hard, maybe harder than his paddle ever had. Proof that he’d read the email with my request to cry now out in the open. Apparently he was just biding his time, waiting for the right moment. This wasn’t the first time he’d proven to me that he paid attention more than I thought he did.
“No, Sir.”
“You’re going to now.”
“Yes, Sir.”
How was he going to do that? I tried to relax, but this was a side to myself I hadn’t shown him. Hell, Todd had never seen me fully cry. I wasn’t one to break down and sob. All I knew was the quiet ugly cry; chin trembling, hot tears rolling down cold cheeks kind of cry. On rare occasion I’d let a few sobs break free in the shower knowing that my secret was safe under the disguise of the water.
His hands moved over my ass that no longer bore his marks. My ass was a blank canvas ready for the colorful strokes of his hand, flogger, paddle, and belt. He chose the ‘significant damage’ paddle, or as he called it, the ‘punishment paddle’.
The paddling began and it was meant to hurt, meant to make me cry. Pressing my lips together, the prideful Meredith surfaced telling me that I better not cry. Then I heard my father telling me to ‘suck it up, Meredith. No crying.’ I fought with wanting to let go, but not wanting to feel so vulnerable. Or maybe it was that I wasn’t sure I could handle it if he proved he could.
I lost count after twenty strikes. He did it. He got me to break down. Tears fell freely, my shoulders were trembling. Pulling me up, he turned me back to face him and crushed his arms around me as I cried. Then I panicked and tried to stop the tears. And he felt it.
“You’re still tense. You’re not letting it all out.”
Bending me over again, the paddle bit out against my skin once more. I was scared to death to really cry in front of him. I listened to him as he coaxed me, paddled me, and assured me I could cry in front of him. It was then I knew I was safe with him, in every way.
Burying my face in my hands, my back began to shake with more force. My sobs tore through me in the backseat of his truck. He struck me with the paddle a few more times before he ceased.
Hauling me back up to him, he wrapped his arms around me once again. I clung to him as if my life was connected to his and in that moment it was. My sobs were only muffled by his shirt. One hand ran over my back while the other rubbed at my neck and ran through my hair.
“Get it out. It’s ok.” His voice was gentle and reassuring.
Continuing to cry, I tried to ignore the fact that I sounded like someone who needed medical intervention. Growing up I was taught—as I’m sure many women were—that crying was a weakness and something to keep private. And admittedly, I was a sensitive soul and cried easier than most. But I rarely broke down.
Gregor broke me down.
I took in a jagged breath. “Everything is such a mess. I’ve made a mess of everything.”
Squeezing me tighter, “You’re going through a lot of changes. And there are just more to come. You’ll get through it, Mer. It was a long process for me. You’ll get through it, we’ll get through it.”
I cried for a while as he soothed me. Soon all I wanted to do was sleep, but the situation didn’t allow for it. We held each other and all I wanted was to steal a few hours with him and stay in his arms. But we had responsibilities to tend to.
“If you need to cry, vent, whatever...know I’m here for you.”
There were so many places my over analytical brain could take that statement. But I needed to stop. Afraid what else I might say if I continued crying. So instead, I deflected.
“I wasn’t sure if you’d read that email.” I looked in his eyes, his arms still holding me, caressing me, “But you just keep proving over and over that you read everything I send you and you hear me. Thank you.”
He just smiled and kissed me again. It was soft, yet possessive. “There are still more tears in there, but it’s a start.”
He was right. He knew me better than I knew myself. When I was with him he seemed to uncover parts of me yet undiscovered. It was like being found while getting lost. Wiping my tears, he kissed me softly as his hands moved under my sweater.
Soon we were both clawing at one another, touching, stroking, and trying to get closer. I undid his belt and my fingers itched to yank it loose of its confines. I smiled and wondered what he’d do if I pulled it free, handed it to him, and bent over. Topping from the bottom, it’s what I did on occasion. Or at least I tried. I knew him well enough to guess he probably would’ve laughed, but whether he would have belted me; that I didn’t know.
He freed his cock for me and I dropped down to claim him with my mouth. He stroked my face the entire time, letting me control the movements. When it was over, him not allowing his release, but his taste still lingering, he hauled me to my feet and kissed me.
Then our caresses became sweet and gentle. His head on my shoulder, just like mine was on his, I rubbed his back as best I could. I didn’t want to leave and knew it was coming soon. We were both very relaxed and it made it that much better. And worse.
We kissed for a few minutes before he said, “That should give you plenty to think about the next few days while I’m gone.”
Dropping my head to his shoulder I groaned. “Be safe. I’ll miss you.”
Cupping my face, he smiled at me and kissed me gently. “You ok to drive home?”
“Yes. It’s not far.”
We exchanged one last hug and then we went our separate ways. He was leaving the next day and wouldn’t be home until Monday. He warned me he’d be out of touch, but he’d said that before and still found ways to reach out. I guess I’d have to wait and see.
Chapter Twenty-Five
I FORGET WHERE WE WERE
I GOT HOME AND SAT at my desk thinking about what’d just occurred. I think I was slightly in shock. Turning on my music, I Forget Where We Were by Ben Howard caught my eye. Another song from our night away and I hit play.
Sitting there, I stared at my email. I wanted to email him, but my thoughts were scattered. What did one say after taking a beating like that? I smiled. Yes, I’d asked for it and had consented to it. I did feel better, but was still really emotional.
I was beginning to understand how potent he was, how addictive. It was the only word I could use to describe him: an addiction and there was no remedy. He had what I wanted, what I needed, what I craved, knew it, and gave it willingly. And in doing so, he got the same thing in return. Every part of my being benefited from him. I could ask for more and know he’d give it. There was no shame or guilt in what we had; just primal, carnal, and unequivocal need.
TO: [email protected]
2:47 PM
Subject: Thank you
It was great seeing you and tasting you again. I hope you have a safe trip. Thank you again for listening and doing what you do. Nobody’s ever just held me and let me cry like that, yes, even the husband.
Hopefully I can give you another massage soon.
Talk soon...
His response was almost immediate.
TO: [email protected]
2:49 PM
Subject: Re: Thank you
I have a pre-cum trail all the way down my boxers... :)
Sometimes a good cry goes a long way. I wasn’t always this communicative or able to deal with such things. It was a long process. :)
TO: [email protected]
2:57 PM
Subject: Thank you
Sorry, not sorry... :)
I had to change my skirt for the same reason...