Headmaster Navy SEAL: An OMYM Domestic Discipline BBW Romance

by Mia Luxe

  “Really?”

  He nods. “Really. I went light on you today, because you’re new to this. I’ll except more from you in the future.”

  That was light? Oh, my God!

  “Come here, gorgeous,” he says, and I step towards him, feeling incredibly submissive towards him.

  This is what it’s meant to be like. Not whips and chains, or rooms full of weird leather masks. A strong, powerful man who knows how to lead. I don’t have to pretend to be anything here. I can be submissive to him.

  He hugs me again, and I feel so safe and secure in his arms.

  “Thank you for punishing me,” I say, looking up at him.

  “You’re welcome,” he replies. “Now come to the bedroom. I’ll put some soothing lotion on you.”

  We go to the bedroom and I lie down. He pulls my bottoms down and rubs my ass with soothing lotion. The burning pain slowly fades and my cheeks go red as I start to get wet. I’m so turned on by his hand on the flesh of my ass.

  “Tanner, is it normal to get turned on after a punishment?”

  He keeps rubbing my ass with his hands, magically removing the sting.

  “It’s natural for you to feel submissive to me. You may find you get aroused during punishments as well. It’s normal, and not something to be ashamed of. It’s your body responding to the feeling of losing control – of having me owning you and imposing my will on you.”

  I shiver.

  “You make me feel so naughty, Tanner Strom.”

  I’m so fucking wet – and I gasp as he spreads my ass cheeks, exposing my pussy to him. His tongue slips against my slit as I lay on my stomach, teasing the entrance and sending waves of pleasure through me.

  “Oh, my God, your tongue is driving me crazy, Tanner,” I moan, wiggling as he pleasures me. My buttocks are still warm with pain, despite the soothing lotion. But the burn is a spice added to the pleasure of his long tongue exploring me. It’s hard for him to reach my clit from that angle, so I arch my hips up higher, giving him more access. He brings me to the brink of orgasm.

  “Oh, please, Tanner. Fill me with your cock.”

  I moan as I hear him unzipping his pants, and I gasp as I feel the thickness of his huge cock-head pressed against my eager opening. It feels so natural for him to belt me until I cry, and then claim my body as his own.

  His huge cock slides into me in one single thrust, stretching me with a sinful mix of pain and pleasure. I’m so wet as he thrusts all the way in, and then pulls back out and slowly, powerfully fucks me in a steady tempo.

  My mind reels as I remember the relationship contract I’d verbally agreed to. If I’m ever naughty – if I ever back talk, or sass him, he’s going to punish me. Hard. My nipples are rock hard as he fucks me, and I feel the fear of the strap, knowing he’ll only use it when I need it.

  “Tanner,” I moan. “I know it’s serious. I know discipline is to make me… Oh, fuck, that feels good… Make me better… But when you’re so deep inside me it turns me on to imagine you punishing me.”

  I’m pressed against the bed. In this position his already way-too-big cock goes even deeper inside me than ever before.

  “It’s natural for you to be turned on by my dominance. I will command respect.”

  I gasp in pleasure at his tone. He isn’t dirty talking. He’s just stating facts.

  “In this relationship, if you make a mistake it will be punished. If you’re lazy with your housework, you will bend over the chair and accept a harsh belting.”

  I gasp, waves of pleasure overwhelming me as he fucks me faster, his body pounding me in a hungry tempo.

  “If you ruin a shirt by washing it when it needs to be dry-cleaned, you’ll have to bend over the chair and take your strapping.”

  I moan out in deep pleasure as he fucks me harder and harder. He grabs my hips as he jackhammers into me, deep pleasure overpowering me.

  “If you have a major infraction, like getting too drunk and embarrassing yourself in public, I’ll restrain your wrists for your own safety and lie you down on the bed just like you are now. You’ll moan, you’ll cry, and you’ll beg me to stop. But I won’t stop strapping you long past when you think the pain is unbearable. I won’t stop strapping you until you learn your lesson.”

  The last three words trigger something deep inside me and I gasp as I cum harder than I did last night, my eyes rolling back in deep pleasure. I scream out Tanner’s name as he fucks me harder and harder, sending me into throes of quaking passion. I wriggle as he keeps fucking me, my oversensitive pussy overwhelmed by lighting pleasure as he fucks me for his pleasure, driving his cock into me hard.

  “Oh, Tanner! Cum in my pussy! I’m yours, I belong to you,” I gasp, and he growls and cums hard, filling my pussy with his seed. He fucks me harder and harder, grabbing my hips and pounding me as his dick explodes in my wetness, depositing his sticky cum deep inside of me.

  I gasp and moan as he slowly slides his dick out of me and wraps his arms around me, holding me tight.

  “We keep… Keep making more laundry,” I gasp, as his cum spills out onto the sheets.

  Tanner laughs – a deep, booming laugh that makes me giggle.

  “You certainly know how to flatter a man, Emily. I give you the performance of a lifetime and you’re already thinking about the laundry.”

  My cheeks go bright red as the afterglow of orgasm washes over me.

  “Oh, my God, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that!”

  He kisses me on my lips, running his hand through my hair.

  “I know. I’m just teasing you, Emily. Go get cleaned up and get ready.”

  “Ready for what?”

  “After you a shower, we’re going for a trip. You don’t have any clothes around here except for my school uniform, and as good as you look in anything, I prefer not to sexualize it. It’s too dangerous to go shopping here, so we’re going to drive to the next town over to get you new outfits.”

  I bite my lip.

  Shopping! That will be fun.

  My cheeks go red. “I… I left my wallet at my parent’s house.”

  He laughs. “Oh, missy. I promise I will provide for you as long as you’re my woman. You will never need a wallet again.”

  I blush deeper, and scurry to the master bathroom, holding my hand between my legs to stop the cum from dripping out.

  I take a long shower in the beautiful bathroom. I finish washing myself off, using his manly smelling shampoo.

  I’ll have to get some shampoo while we’re shopping.

  I’m about to get out of the shower when Tanner Strom walks in.

  I bite my lip.

  “Room for one more?”

  His shower is massive, but with his enormous body inside it, it’s going to feel small.

  “I… I was just about to step out, but I just realized…”

  “Yes?”

  I look down, a little embarrassed.

  “Well, last night it was a bit dark, and today we did it with you behind me… I haven’t had a chance to admire your body in the light. God, Tanner, you turn me into such a… Such a slut for you!”

  I giggle in embarrassment.

  “Sure you’re not just flattering me? Since you hurt my feelings by talking about laundry right after sex?”

  I look down. “Oh, my God, stop teasing me!”

  “Never,” he says, and the way he looks at me makes my heart warm.

  He pulls his t-shirt off, and I gasp at his muscled torso. He’s only got the one tattoo, the bone frog on his bicep. He’s so big and strong. He’s got a 6-pack, but he’s no flimsy underwear model that could be blown over by a heavy gust of wind.

  He’s stable.

  Tanner pulls down his jeans and briefs and I moan as I see his huge, soft cock dangling between his powerful legs.

  “God, you’re gorgeous.”

  He winks. “And I firmly believe you’re way out of my league, Emily.”

  My cheeks go red.

  Not because i
t’s one of the only compliments I’ve ever had that made me feel good.

  Because somehow, someway, he’s telling the truth.

  He believes what he’s saying.

  He steps into the shower, his powerful body looming over mine. I can’t resist. I grab a handful of soap and rub his powerful body, feeling every strong muscle. It turns me on so much even though I’m still quivering from the afterglow of my orgasm. I wash his body off, then drop to my knees in front of him. Before he can say a word I take the thick, bell-head of his cock into my mouth and start sucking.

  He groans and puts his right hand on the back of my head. His cock stiffens instantly in my throat, pulsing and growing so huge as the water cascades down my hair. I struggle with it at first, trying desperately to take it all into my mouth.

  He’s too big. I’m no good at this.

  “Relax, Emily. Go slow. This feels incredible. You’re a fucking natural.”

  His words fill me with confidence and I pull his cock out of my mouth, taking the time to just stare at it. It’s so huge, and veiny, and hard. His balls are so big – still full-looking even after he emptied a huge load of cum into me. I kiss his balls, then lick them – rewarded by his groan of pleasure.

  I love giving him pleasure.

  I wrap my lips around the head of his cock and lose myself in a trance of sucking, feeling his hard cock pulsing in my mouth as I take him deeper and deeper into me. I hold his balls in my hand, squeezing and pulling as his cock slides into my mouth.

  My eyes roll back in lust as I take every inch of him deep inside me, his balls resting on my chin as I deep throat him.

  “Holy fuck, Emily,” he growls, and I realize I can handle him. I reach up with my left hand and grab the huge palm that he rests gently on the back of my head. I push lightly.

  I want him to know he can take control. I look up with eager eyes, staring past his Adonis belt and his taut abs up to his handsome face and intense eyes.

  His lust turns to dominance as he grabs my hair and forces me to take him faster and faster. The sound of my slurping is audible even over the water raining down on me. I close my eyes and lose myself in the submission as he uses me for his own pleasure.

  Dark pleasure overwhelms me as he growls like a beast and cums deep into my throat. Tanner fucks my throat like it’s my pussy, lost in his own need as he uses me. My mouth fills with his salty seed and I swallow eagerly, wanting to take every drop down.

  He groans as his cock finally softens in my mouth.

  “Holy… That was incredible,” he says as I stand, a gleam in my eye.

  “Try not to think about that when you have dinner with my parents tonight,” I say wickedly.

  He laughs deeply. “You’re always on my mind.”

  I step out of the shower and he follows. He wraps a huge towel around me and helps me dry off. I feel so pampered.

  I get dressed in the academy uniform, hopefully for the last time, and we set off in his SUV.

  This is really happening. I’m really going on a date with the Headmaster.

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  Emily Jones

  We drive an hour to the next city over and start shopping. He tells me not to check the price tags.

  I look enviously at a beautiful yellow dress in a boutique and reach out to check the price. His strong hand grabs my wrist. I look up at him.

  “I told you not to check the price. If you want it, it’s yours.”

  I nod up and down. I don’t even want to think about how much he’s spending on me as he carries bag after bag of clothing from upscale shops to his G wagon. I wear the yellow dress right out of the shop, thankful that it’s a warm day, as if the last breathes of summer are still warming us.

  Tanner takes me to an Italian restaurant. The bread comes out and I dip a little in olive oil.

  “Tanner, I feel like I don’t know anything about you. Can you… Can you give me the cliff notes?”

  I make sure to keep my tone light so he knows I’m playing. I want him to tell me every detail.

  “I was born in the same hospital as your father. He went into business, but – well, I felt the call. I was twenty-one when I joined the military. I trained hard to become a part of the elite Navy SEAL team. I lead the team at twenty-eight, did two tours, and came back home to found my academy. I was thirty-one-years-old when I founded it. It’s been open for five years.”

  I feel my jaw drop. When he lists all his accomplishments, it makes me feel small.

  “That’s… That’s incredible. How did you get the money to start your academy?”

  He takes a bite of bread. “I came back to America at Thirty. Can you believe I opened a gym? I targeted the richest people I could for personal training. Then I took out more loans that I should have to lease the property. I finally purchased the land for my academy this year.”

  “That’s… I don’t know, it’s crazy. How did you do all that?”

  “Discipline. I knew what I wanted to do, and I did it.”

  I feel self-conscious and look down at my plate of bread.

  “Tanner. You’ve accomplished so much in your life. Don’t you ever get nervous that I haven’t succeeded like you yet?”

  He shakes his head. “I can see all the potential in you. You fought to be able to get back to your volunteer job tomorrow. You’ve been pushed into things you don’t want to do by other people. Emily, I will never, ever, push you into anything. I’ll help you find what you want to do. If you didn’t have the pressures of your father, what would be interested in?”

  “Helping sick kids,” I respond instantly.

  Nothing makes me feel better than putting a smile on a kid’s face and helping him forget the pain, even if it’s just for a moment.

  “You didn’t even have to think. You already know your passion. I had no idea what I wanted to do until I felt the call at twenty-one. I was lost before then. You’ve got a head start on me, and I respect that.”

  I smile, and finish my piece of bread.

  “What’s good here?”

  “Do you like pasta?”

  “I love it.

  “Good. Prepare to be amazed.”

  He raises his hand slightly, and a waiter appears instantly.

  “Hello, have you two come to any decisions?”

  “The lady will have the caprese salad followed by the taglierini with wild mushrooms. Bring me the beef carpaccio, the black tagliatelle, and the lamb shank. The primi and secondi in unison.”

  The waiter nods, impressed. “Excellent choices.”

  “And two red sangrinis.”

  “Very good. Anything else?”

  “That will be all.”

  He walks away, and I smile. “Wow, thanks. I always have so much trouble reading through menus. I never know what to get, and the instant I make a decision I regret it.”

  Tanner smiles. “You’re going to love this. I thought about picking a wine pairing, but the sangria here is top notch. There’s no need to be too fancy.”

  I nod vigorously. “You don’t need to buy some fancy bottle of wine to impress me, Tanner Strom.”

  He reaches out and lets his fingers slide over my hand. His touch sends electricity through me.

  It feels so perfect being sat across from him.

  No one would ever try to bother us. Tanner Strom is just too fucking huge and impressive. He radiates authority.

  “With such a big lunch, how are you ever going to be able to finish dinner?”

  He grins. “You’re mom’s a great cook. And trust me, Emily, I’ve got no problem with food.”

  I laugh, remembering how stuffed his fridge is. This morning, when I had a four-egg omelet, he had ten in his!

  The first course comes out. The tomatoes of the caprese salad are delightful, so rich and sweet. It’s like the sun is somehow inside them.

  “Why are tomatoes never this good when I get them at the store?”

  He swallows a bite of beef carpaccio.

  “Because the vege
tables you get in the store are picked still unripe and travel in trucks to you. I have vegetables delivered weekly from local farms, so when you’re in my home you’re always going to have the best. Mmm, put your napkin on your lap.”

  I blush, forgetting my manners, and put the cloth napkin on my lap.

  “Sorry. Tanner, that’s not something I’d get punished for, right?”

  My voice quakes a little. He shakes his head.

  “No, not at all. Punishments are only for things that you need to feel guilty about. A little slip like that is nothing. Here, try the carpaccio. It’s wagyu beef.”

  He holds his fork out with a delicious bite of the thinly-sliced meat and a little bit of parmesan. I take it gratefully in my mouth. I shiver as I imagine eating from his hand.

  “Oh, my God, that’s good,” I say.

  The pasta course is just as incredible as the first course. Long noodles with incredibly flavorful wild mushrooms. It’s incredible to watch Tanner Strom eat. He devours his entire lamb chop and wolfs down his pasta before I’m even half-finished. If it was anyone else, I’d be grossed out. With Tanner I feel impressed.

  “Have some of mine,” I offer.

  “No, no. Take your time. I do still have a dinner to go to.”

  We finish up and drive back. I feel so satisfied and full. We get back to his house and he changes into jeans, and a t-shirt that his muscles literally bulge out of.

  “Are you going to be able to keep yourself entered while I’m gone?”

  I laugh. “Tanner, I’m going to be trying out all these outfits in front of the mirror. Thank you so much for getting them for me. I… I don’t know how I can repay you.”

  He kisses me deeply.

  “You’re my woman, Emily. You owe me nothing. I’ll take care of you.”

  “Be careful tonight. Don’t get caught. My door can be a little creaky, so open it really slow, okay?”

  “Got it.”

  “Good luck, Tanner,” I say, watching him leave.

  If he succeeds, he’s going to get the pass. Then I have to sneak into the deepest part of the hospital and get the evidence to stop Mike Fuller from ever hurting anyone again.

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