Grabbing his cock, he moved rapidly to her side and pumped himself vigorously. She was gasping and wailing as her spams rippled through her and the sight of her bucking and straining against her ties sent him over the edge. He groaned loudly as his hot juice shot forward and streamed over her tits, a tiny droplet landing on her chin. It was a fast, heart-pounding climax. But Bunny was still gyrating and letting out bursts of a scream.
“SCOTTY!” she cried, “I’M – I’M – OOOHHH ––– COMING AGAIN!”
She let out a scream as the second powerful convulsion ripped through her body. He wasn’t sure if he should pull the vibrator from her or leave it in place. He had never seen a woman experience such a monumental release, or a double orgasm. He wasn’t sure what he’d actually witnessed.
Reaching between her legs he moved it back ever so slightly and her cries began to lessen. Watching her carefully he waited until she seemed to be calming down, then clicked it off and put it on the couch.
Her body fell limp and he saw her chest rising and falling. She was gasping for air, as though she had just run a sprint. Reaching across he untied her wrists and ankles, but left her blindfold in place and lifted her from the chair and carried her up to their bed.
Chapter Eight
“I’m telling you, Sam. Everything has changed. Completely changed. It was the most amazing orgasm I’ve ever had. Well, two actually. And Scotty – he’s still sweet and everything, but he’s just – I don’t know even know how to describe him. He’s just so… more. Much more.”
Emily and Sam were having lunch at their usual meeting place, and Emily had enthusiastically relayed the events of the previous evening. Sam was all ears!
“I didn’t even know he knew about all this stuff. I mean, he’s never given any indication of it before. Sure – he’s held me down from time to time, but nothing like what he’s doing now.”
Sam hadn’t interrupted a single time and waited to make sure Emily had completely finished before weighing in.
“So – anything else? You’ve told me absolutely everything?” Sam asked.
“What? It’s not enough?”
Sam frowned.
“Just want to be sure. If you want my two cents worth I refuse to believe it’s happened all on its own. He must have read your blog. Think about it. He bought the hairbrush!” Sam declared.
“Yes – he did buy the hairbrush but that was for the mats in his truck,” Emily explained. “The other thing just sort of – well – happened.”
“Nope. I don’t believe it. The truck was a cover. I really think you need to go on the assumption that he has found your blog, knows it’s you, and is giving you exactly what you want. Mind you he wouldn’t do it if he weren’t into it. You do think he’s into it, don’t you?” Sam asked.
“Absolutely. Totally. But I didn’t write anything about the vibrator,” Emily replied, a frown crossing her brow.
“It’s called a forced orgasm, and you may not have described it exactly but it’s in line with what you’ve been writing. It’s all Domination.”
“Ok fine. If I go on the assumption that he’s read my blog and has decided to – I don’t know – suddenly turn into the Dom of my dreams, what do I do? Maybe I should write more about what I want and see if he’ll do it. Or I can stop writing and just enjoy the new and improved Scott. Or I can confess everything and see if it was all just a whacky coincidence. What do you think?”
Sam took a long drink of her Thai iced tea, pondering the dilemma.
“Ok, so, if you tell him and he hasn’t read your blog and he’s taken to the Dom thing all by himself, you’re going to get your ass spanked, and I mean really spanked, for deceiving him,” Sam said slowly. “If he has read your blog you’re still going to get your ass spanked for deceiving him, but maybe not as bad because you ‘fessed up,” Sam finished.
“Aaaarrgggh. I hate this!” Emily cried.
“Why? You want to get your butt really spanked, don’t you?” Sam queried.
“Ssshhh! Someone will hear you,” Emily said, testily.
“Ok. Well, don’t you?” Sam repeated, whispering across the table.
“Yeah. Kind of. I guess so. Yeah,” Emily admitted. “Oh Lord. This is really tough. I don’t know what to do.”
“Well it’s only been, what, a few days? You don’t necessarily have to do anything right now. I’d just wait and see what he does next,” Sam advised. “My dad always said, ‘let it develop’. Given enough time maybe he’ll confront you. If he does you’ll have to tell him, and then you’ll get your ass spanked,” Sam laughed. “One way or another this whole blog thing is going to get your butt spanked!”
“It’s not funny,” Emily snapped. “You know what else is really weird?”
“What?”
Emily leaned across the table.
“He hasn’t had sex with me. I mean – intercourse. Not yesterday morning, not last night, and not this morning. I’m dying. Yeah it was awesome last night but when I woke up this morning I really wanted to have sex and he told me I’d have to wait. What’s that about?”
“Oh. You have to beg,” Sam said with a knowing smile.
“I have to beg?” Emily repeated, aghast.
“Yep. You have to show him how much you want his cock,” Sam whispered.
Emily sat back and stared across the table at her much more experienced friend. “How do I do that?” Emily asked.
“Get on your knees and beg. Simple. Offer to give him a BJ,” Sam suggested.
“Well, I’d be happy do that.”
“But you have to mean it and you have to love it. He’ll know if you’re faking.”
“Good heavens,” Emily sighed. “What kind of a mess have I gotten myself into?
“Would have been much easier if you’d just told him what you wanted in the first place, instead of telling your computer,” Sam said, sounding much too wise for Emily’s taste at that particular moment.
“Yeah – well – that proverbial ship has sailed,” Emily lamented. “Ok, so I’ll just let things settle into whatever they’re going to settle into. And get on my knees. See if you’re right.”
She chewed thoughtfully on her Pad Thai, then looked back up at her friend.
“Hey Sam, do you think he really would spank me. I mean – really spank me. Like what I write about?” she asked seriously.
“I don’t know,” Sam replied. “What do you think?”
Sipping her iced tea she drummed her fingertips on the table.
“I can’t imagine it. He’s so gentle – he’d never want to hurt me.”
“It’s not about hurting you. It’s not like that. It’s sexual – it’s erotic discipline – it’s too hard to explain. You have to experience it to understand it,” Sam said, gesturing in the air.
“No, I don’t have to experience it. I know what you mean because I feel it when I write it,” Emily replied.
“Well, if there’s been a Dom living inside him all this time, or if he’s been a Dom all along and just didn’t think you’d like it, he’ll definitely spank you – for real. You’ll only know the answer to the question when it happens.”
Emily felt a warm chill prickle down her spine.
Back at the Surf Shop, Scott had just finished going through his inventory. It had taken ten days but now it was all done and he could relax. Everything had been accounted for, his sales were up 37% from the year before and he was actually contemplating taking over the vacant store next to his and expanding his operation.
If he went through with it he wanted to bring Emily on board. She had done a terrific job at the boutique with her creative displays and her people skills. But she would have to straighten up and be more on the ball. He knew Suzanne covered for her in small but important ways. If he was going to bring her into the business she would have to grow up.
But first things first. He was pretty sure she was having lunch with Sam, her best friend, and doubtless telling her all about the changes in their sex li
fe. He couldn’t help but wonder what advice Sam might be giving her. It didn’t matter. He was going to do what he was going to do regardless. One thing he knew for certain: he was looking forward to the content of her next blog.
He ordered in some lunch. He called in pizza from the Italian restaurant down the street, and thought back to the sizzling scene the night before. Watching her helplessly writher, bound and blindfolded at the mercy of the wand, had been more of a turn-on that he could ever have imagined. And there were countless variations on the theme.
D/s was giving him a whole new perspective. The dynamic was powerful and the sexual play limited only by his imagination and her willingness to submit. Having tasted the sweetness of her supplication, experiencing the heady power of control, he knew it would be very difficult to ever have a ‘normal’ sex life again. It had only been a few days but he was hooked.
The delivery boy popped his head in his office and dropped off the pizza. Pulling a coke from the refrigerator he plopped down on the small office couch and began to eat and drink and think about his plans.
Tonight little Miss Emily would receive her first spanking. It wouldn’t be hard but it would be a spanking. An honest to goodness, over the knee bottom warming spanking. His cock immediately sprang to life at the thought. He could hardly wait to hear her gasp of shock, to see her wide -eyed disbelief when he announced his intention. And to watch her backside turn nice and pink and feel her pulpy flesh under his hand – what an intensely erotic event it would be.
Never having delivered a spanking before he was somewhat nervous.
How hard can it be? he thought. Then laughed. His cock was standing at attention.
Just to be on the safe side he decided to watch a few more videos. He had found it stunning how much was available online and he had already joined a couple of the spanking sites. He finished his lunch, locked the door and turned on his computer.
Chapter Nine
Emily was pacing in the back office of the store. She had already burned up a ton of nervous energy by unpacking several boxes at a pace worthy of Superwoman, and had changed two displays she had finished just days before. She wasn’t anxious about what might lay in store for her when she got home. That was thrilling. She couldn’t wait to see Scott walk through the door and –––?? It was the guilt she was feeling about her ongoing lie and the fact that she hadn’t touched her blog in several days. She was desperate to finish her latest entry. It was haunting her – more than that – it was driving her crazy. Sitting there, waiting, unfinished.
Finally, she couldn’t stand it anymore. She had to get out of there. Scott would be at work and she could sit at her computer uninterrupted and finish the darn thing. Walking out to the front of the store she took a deep breath and approached Suzanne.
“Hey,” she said, smiling her best, dazzling smile.
“What do you want? I know that look,” Suzanne replied.
“Um, well – the thing is – I need to leave,” she said, her voice a little whiny.
Suzanne rolled her eyes.
“Emily it’s only 3:30!”
“I know, I know. I’m sorry. I can’t tell you what it’s about but it’s really important. I’ll make it up to you, I promise. I swear – you go early tomorrow and I’ll stay. Please?”
Suzanne couldn’t refuse her anything. She was so sweet and so pretty and so – somehow lovable.
“Ok fine. Go on. But next time I ask you a favor...”
“Absolutely. Anything, anything at all. You’re a lifesaver,” she cried, hugging her desperately. “Thank you sooooo much!”
Emily returned hurriedly to the back room and grabbed her bag then flew out the door. She was so relieved. The walls had been closing in on her. Once she was home she could write and relax. She needed the break.
As soon as she walked in the door, she raced upstairs and jumped in the shower. It felt great to wash off the dust and lint from the boxes and all the dresses and skirts she had placed on hangers. Toweling off she ran a comb through her hair, and finding one of Scott’s white T-shirts still wrapped in plastic, ripped it open and pulled it over her head. It smelled new. She had thought the plastic was from the cleaners but realized she’d been wrong. It had yet to be worn. How divine!
Feeling better she made her way to the kitchen, grabbed a beer from the refrigerator and sat down in front of her laptop. Taking a deep breath she opened it up and watched the screen jump to life. A moment later she was staring at her draft.
When he picked up the hairbrush I could feel the hot, hard sting before he’d even crossed the room. His walk was painfully slow and
What was it that came to me at the store? Oh yeah...
And I felt goosebumps. He was calm. Too calm. I had kept him waiting a full thirty minutes and he was going to make sure I never did it again!
Emily felt the gymnast wake from sleep, her pussy already moistening.
“You are deserving of serious discipline, young lady. I told you if you kept me waiting even five minutes I would take a hairbrush to your backside. Even with the warning I was made to wait, in the rain, for half an hour.”
“But I told you, the tire was flat and my cellphone battery was dead!”
“Because, as usual, you forgot to charge it. Enough. Not another word.”
He walked closer, pulling his tie from his collar with his free hand. I looked at him with pleading eyes. I couldn’t speak but I could silently beg for mercy.
“Let me be clear. I am not spanking you in anger. My anger was released at the gym. I am spanking you because you deserve it and you need it. Time for you to grow up.”
He placed the hairbrush in my hands, freeing himself to tie my wrists. In spite of my dread I could feel my pussy lips swell and my juices start to flow.
His fingers gripped my arm just above my elbow. My pulse was racing, my fear real, but even as he lead me to the Chair – the Chair he reserved for my over the knee time – I was overcome with love for him. He was right. I had been foolish – thoughtless – and because of me he had stood in the rain for half an hour.
As the brush landed and scorched my skin, as I heard my own cries with each smack, as his scolding words lanced my heart, I felt the relief that comes with payment for a crime.
I would never keep him waiting again.
Emily read what she’d written, shifting in her chair. The words had flowed with no thought.
Is this what it’s all about? Do I want him to make me accountable? I guess I do. Yes. I do. I want him to make me accountable. I don’t know why it’s so sexy – why I’m so hot right now – but…
Placing her fingers back on the keyboard she continued to write.
* * *
I need the peace that comes from answering to him.
He helps me be the best I can be.
He gives me a safe haven, a place to call home in his body and his heart. his firm hand corrects me when I am a spoiled, willful, irresponsible child.
When I am good I receive – and when I am bad I receive – and both are given with love.
There was a deep hunger between her legs. Reaching down she touched herself. She was wet – needy – and hitting PUBLISH on her screen she sent her blog into cyber space, then hurried upstairs to their bed.
Lying on the cool, soft bed, she closed her eyes and let her fingers do the walking. She imagined Scott standing in the doorway, hairbrush in hand. He was lecturing her, scolding her for being immature, for wearing his T-shirts indiscriminately, for not washing her dishes. Suddenly she was over his lap, the hairbrush spanking her bottom. She was rubbing her clit furiously, the wave about to wash over her, she was gasping, then her back lifted and she held her breath – and it broke.
She squirmed under her hand, milking the convulsions, riding the sweet ecstasy of release until the spasms subsided and her hand dropped away.
Her body was tingling and she felt herself doze, lost in an easy sleep. All the tension – all the stress she had been feeling – like
ether it had floated away.
* * *
In his office Scott’s computer pinged. He had just received an email. Bunny’s Blog Alert. Bunny has just posted a new blog. He looked at his watch and frowned. Opening it up he began to read.
Chapter Ten
Driving home before closing time was another first for Scott. One he didn’t care for. He couldn’t understand why Emily was at home. She had to be. He certainly couldn’t imagine her writing such a thing from the store.
She hadn’t called to say she was sick, and there would be no reason for her to have left the boutique unless there was some kind of emergency, which clearly there wasn’t. He was still pondering her words.
In their house Emily was happily propped up on the bed having a cup of tea, completely engrossed in a show she had recorded and had been dying to watch. She couldn’t remember when she’d had an afternoon completely by herself to just laze. It was heaven. It was only 4:30 and Scott wouldn’t be home for a full ninety minutes. She thought she’d have a bubble bath when she finished her tea and watched her show.
But she hadn’t counted on the guilt.
Suzanne was covering for her and it was naughty of her to have taken off as she did. Even though she fully intended to make amends, it still didn’t feel right.
Emily didn’t hear Scott’s truck pull into the driveway, or the door open and close, or his footsteps as he climbed the stairs. Not even when he stood in the bedroom doorway watching her in disbelief did she turn her head.
“What are you ––?” he started, but was unable to finish.
Jumping in shocked surprise, Emily’s cup of tea went flying. The brown liquid hit the front of Scott’s T-shirt and spilled over on to their bedspread.
“Oh my God! Damn that’s hot,” she yelled, leaping up from the bed, spilling even more.
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