She was breathing hard when he released her and she saw that he was as well. He took her hand and led her to the bedroom.
Once in the bedroom, RJ said, “Take your clothes off.”
He noticed the little quiver of nervousness as she pressed her lips together, but she obeyed. He watched her flip her braid behind her shoulder and then she reached down and took the hem of her dress in her hands and pulled it up and over her head, turning it inside out. She turned slightly and tossed the dress on his dresser.
She stood there wearing only a red thong, red bra, thigh high stockings and her spike heels. He swallowed hard and willed his cock to get under control.
“Aren’t you going to get undressed too?” Kelly asked.
“In time,” he answered. “Take off your bra.”
She reached behind her back to unhook her bra and let the bra fall to the floor, showing him the most magnificent breasts he’d ever seen. They were full, plump, and made him want to cup them and bury his face between them. But there was one more thing he wanted her to do.
In two steps he closed the distance between them and put his hand on her arm just below her shoulder, and said, “You are beautiful, simply beautiful.”
He guided her to a corner and when she looked at him in confusion, he said “I want you to stand in this corner for a few minutes and think about how you acted tonight. Think about why I’m going to spank you.”
“But…but…stand in the corner? Why?”
“Because I’m asking you to. Because I want you to take a few minutes to think about these things. And then I’m going to spank you.”
“You said it was going to be fun…funishment.”
He saw a flash of something in her eyes and knew she wanted to protest more. But he knew she wanted the spanking too. He suspected she was afraid that if she refused to stand in the corner, that would be the end of their night.
She obediently turned to face the corner, and then asked, “What are you going to do while I’m standing here?”
“There’s no talking while you’re standing in the corner, Kelly.”
“Why?”
“Because I said so. If you speak again, instead of just a few minutes, you’ll be standing there for ten minutes. Now not another word until I tell you to turn around.”
He heard her sucking in a breath as if she was going to say something else, but she caught herself and stood there quietly.
God, what a beautiful site she was. Stripped down to her thong, stockings, and heels; he looked over every inch of her beautiful body. Her braid reached almost midway down her back. She stood straight and tall, and he suspected—no, he knew—that any submission would not come easy for her.
He unbuckled his belt and pulled it through the loops of his trousers. He curled it into a soft roll and put it on the dresser next to her dress. Then he unzipped his pants, took them off, unbuttoned his shirt and took it off.
Three minutes had passed and he knew that must seem like an eternity to her. He was pretty sure she’d never had to stand in a corner before. Sitting on the side of the bed, he said, “Come here.”
He heard her sigh of relief as she turned and came to him, stopping when she was in front of him. Her eyes were a little wary, but he didn’t think she was afraid. Maybe there was a little apprehension there.
He scooted far enough back on the bed so she could lay across his lap and he patted his thigh.
“Lay over my lap,” he said as he took her hand to help her get in position.
She did as he asked, climbing on the bed with one knee and then turning slightly so she could get across his lap. He put his left hand on her waist and tucked her in snugly to him. His right hand softly rubbed her bottom and he wondered if it would turn the same shade of red as the little wisp of her thong.
“Did you think about what I asked you to?”
“Mmm...hmm.”
He gave her ass a mild slap and said, “The correct response is ‘yes, sir.’ Now try again.”
She hesitated a second, and then said, “Yes, sir.” Her voice trembled a little.
“Good girl. And did you come to any conclusion?”
Her body stiffened and her head lifted and turned in an attempt to look back at him, and she said, “Good girl? What am I, your pet dog? Lassie? Don’t call me good girl. I’m not your puppy-dog.”
RJ was surprised. His experience was most women—at least when they were being submissive—melted when they were told they were a good girl. He decided to let it go and simply said, “All right. I won’t call you that, but you need to keep in mind that I’m in charge when you’re over my lap. You still haven’t answered if you have come to any conclusion from your thoughts while standing in the corner.”
“Oh…yeah…I guess so.”
“I’d like to hear those conclusions,” he said and gave her ass another light smack.
She hadn’t expected that little smack and her hips responded with a slight jump. He rubbed her in a soothing way and waited for her response.
“Uh... I shouldn’t have tried to annoy you like I did.”
“Why did you want to annoy me?” He landed another light slap just to watch the slight jiggle of her firm bottom.
“I wanted to see what your reaction would be, I wondered if it would make you want to spank me.” Kelly paused for a second and then added, “Now I’m not so sure that it was the smartest thing to do.”
He laughed lightly and said, “Well, you don’t have to wonder any longer. I am going to spank you.”
His hand came down on her right cheek and then again on her left. With no break between each spank other than the time it took for him to raise his hand and bring it back down again, he began to spank her in a steady rhythm. He watched as with each strike the spot bloomed a pretty pink. Soon her entire bottom was pink and he kept going, looking for a nice shade of red.
She didn’t make a sound, but he noticed her hands had fisted in the bed sheets. Every so often he stopped and rubbed her bottom. He didn’t lecture her, there was no need. They both knew why she was being spanked and he knew they both understood it was more a practice run than anything else.
Kelly thought he seemed a little surprised by her not wanting to be called ‘good girl,’ but he let it go and she was grateful for that. Maybe she would talk to Char about that later.
She wasn’t crazy about telling him what she had thought about while standing in the corner—she wasn’t even sure what to make of him putting her in the corner—or saying ‘yes, sir’ when she answered him, but she did know it was a part of the lifestyle, so she went along with it.
It was so soothing having him rub her ass while he asked his silly questions and made her answer him. She liked the firm hold he had on her waist and those two little pops he had first given her didn’t hurt at all. They seemed to be given more for an attention-getter than anything else.
He’d smacked her ass several times, and was still spanking her in a steady rhythm. It was starting to sting, and yet it felt oddly nice, even good. Every so often he stopped and rubbed the sting out, but just when she relaxed, thinking it was over, he started up again. Smack on the right side, then a smack on the left side, and before she could barely catch her breath another one on the right. He was covering her entire ass very methodically and it wasn’t long before she was sure she wasn’t going to be able to remain quiet much longer.
Was she supposed to remain quiet? Was she supposed to be stoic and just take it? Or was he waiting for her to wail, holler, and beg him to quit before stopping? Considering the questions he had asked before he started spanking her, and how hard he was spanking her now, she didn’t think he was putting much fun in this ‘funishment.’ What confused her most of all was that even though it didn’t feel like fun, her pussy was very wet. And on top of that, she caught herself slightly raising her bottom as though she were asking for another spank across her ass.
A whimper suddenly escaped before she could control it. She hated that, she was af
raid it would make her look weak, and she was anything but weak. She squeezed her eyes shut, and clenched her teeth, determined that she wouldn’t let another whimper or cry escape. She could take whatever he dished out.
No sooner had she steeled herself to withstand more of his so-called little funishment, when he stopped spanking. He was rubbing now. It was a little different from the other breaks he’d taken from spanking her. He firmly rubbed all over her stinging ass, every now and then squeezing a handful of flesh.
She sighed. This felt good. Her ass felt hot and was still stinging, but the firm massaging was rubbing out the ache and making her feel so nice. She relaxed and another sigh escaped.
“Your ass is gorgeous,” RJ said. “It’s perfect for spanking and looks beautiful with this rosy color on it.”
All she could do was moan in response which made him ask, “Are you all right?”
“Mmm…hmm,” the murmur was the best she could do at this moment. She was completely limp and loving every moment of this ass massage.
Things suddenly took a turn when she felt RJ’s fingers slip under her thong and pull it down to below her knees and then completely off.
Oohh…was the real fun part going to start now?
His fingertips gently trailed up the back of her legs, making her shiver as he touched that sensitive spot behind her knees before he continued upward. His fingers had moved to the inside of her thighs and she opened her legs a little more hoping he’d touch her pussy.
It seemed to take him forever, but when he did touch her there, she almost came right then.
“You are so wet,” RJ said. “I think that spanking turned you on.”
“I don’t think it was the spanking, for a minute there I didn’t think I’d be able to take much more. I think it was the rubbing, and massaging that did it.”
“You were wet before I ever stopped the spanking, your thong gave it away.” His hand was kneading her ass again and he gave her a playful slap.
“Hey, what was that for?” Her pussy contracted again with another little electric shock.
“That was just for fun.” He gave her another light smack. And then another.
She squirmed in delight. These were much different. They didn’t really hurt. And they seemed to send a little electric charge straight to her pussy. She moaned and he smacked her a few more times. She ground her pelvis into his lap and felt his hard shaft pressing against her hip.
“You’re hard as a rock; are you going to fuck me?” She wasn’t sure how much longer she could wait.
“Not just yet,” he said as he plunged two fingers in her sopping wet pussy.
She came. Just like that. She felt her pussy grip his fingers and convulse around them. Her hands turned into fists and she felt her fingernails digging into the palms of her hand as the sudden orgasm ripped through her.
He withdrew his fingers and pulled her up off his lap, positioning her on the bed. As he was moving between her legs, she sat up and said, “Not yet.” She gripped his cock in her hand, enjoying the contrast of the velvety skin and the thick hardness of his shaft.
Stroking her hand up and down his cock, “Where are your condoms?”
“In the nightstand drawer. I have some flavored ones if you want to try.”
“Yum, I will try that.” She ran her tongue over her lips before turning to open the drawer.
She ripped open the packet with her teeth since one of her hands had already returned to stroking his hard-on. Rolling the condom over him, she looked up at him, licked her lips once more, then bent and covered the head of his shaft, swirling her tongue around the rim. The old line ‘a hard man is good to find’ popped into her head. She licked the length of his shaft, flicked her tongue over the tip, and then took as much as she could of it into her mouth. She paused for a second when it touched the back of her throat and waited to get her gag reflex under control before sucking hard on it. When she cupped his balls in her hand, he groaned.
“Stop. Stop now,” he growled and it almost sound as though he were in pain.
She looked up at him in surprise and asked, “Did I hurt you? Did I squeeze too hard?”
She thought she’d been gentle. That she might’ve hurt him made her feel bad.
“No, you are doing everything perfectly. I just want to be inside you when I come and unless you stop, that’s not going to happen.”
She leaned back on the bed, opened her legs wide, and said, “Fuck me, then. Fuck me now, RJ.”
He parted her pussy lips with his fingers and then drove his cock into her as she wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled him in deeper. He stroked in and out, in and out, and again. Cupping one breast in his big palm, he ran his thumb over the nipple before lowering his head and taking it in his mouth. He sucked hard as he continued to pound his cock into her tight pussy and when she felt his body stiffen, she knew he was going to come and she let herself go and came with him, feeling her pussy grip around his cock and milk him.
Later, with her head on his shoulder, she played with the light dusting of hair on his chest, and asked, “Randall Jerome?”
“No. But nice try to pry it out of me in the afterglow of lovemaking.” He gave her still warm bottom a light smack.
“Is one of the names right?”
“Nope. And no more guessing. Get some sleep,” he kissed the top of her head with a chuckle.
She gave a heavy sigh and cuddled closer, draping her arm across his chest. When his other arm came around her, she felt warm and good. So nice, she thought as she drifted to sleep.
A week later, they were snuggled together in RJ’s bed and woke up at the same time. Kelly was warm and she had flung her half of the blanket over RJ. The top sheet covered her lower half and RJ’s arm was draped over her torso with his hand cupping her breast.
“Let’s continue our talk from last night before you distracted me.”
It was all she could do not to groan. The distraction he mentioned was something she had done on purpose to get him off the subject of establishing their Domestic Discipline relationship. She’d wanted the great sex too, of course. But she’d hoped he’d forget to bring up the DD stuff. At least, for a little while.
“Kelly? Can we discuss this?”
She sighed. “Yeah, I guess so. But I don’t see why we just can’t keep going the way we are.”
He pushed a strand of hair off her forehead and kissed her temple. “Sweetheart, you know what kind of relationship I want. I think you want it, too. You’re just too stubborn to admit it.”
“That’s not true!” She protested. “I just don’t want a bunch of rules that I have to follow.”
“So you’re saying you’re willing to have me as your HoH as long as there aren’t too many rules. Do I have that right?”
“I don’t know…yeah, maybe.” She hated the whiny tone in her voice. It sounded like she didn’t know what she wanted.
She did know—she wanted RJ. But she didn’t know if she wanted everything that came with having him.
“Okay.” He was using what she thought of as his ‘see how reasonable I can be’ voice. “Let’s start with just the four basic tenets of DD.”
Kelly tried to run them through her mind. No disrespect, dishonesty, dangerous activities, and…and…she couldn’t think of the fourth one.
“Um, what are they again? I can only remember three of them.”
“Disrespect, disobedience, dishonesty, and danger.”
She sat up and said, “No. No way. I’m not agreeing to that disobedience one. I’m not signing up to be obedient.”
RJ ran his hand through his hair and sighed. “Okay, don’t get excited. How ‘bout we start with just the other three? We’ll take the obedience off the table.”
She didn’t say anything for a few minutes while she thought it through. Yeah, I can do that. I can be respectful and honest. I don’t do dangerous things. Yeah, okay.
“All right,” She answered. “I’ll agree to those.”
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p; He moved to kiss her but she turned her head and the kiss landed on her cheek.
“Not before I brush my teeth.”
Chuckling, he said, “Okay. So let’s be sure we’re on the same page. You’re accepting me as your HoH which means that you will also accept—and submit to—punishment when you break one of those three D’s.”
“You mean I’ll let you spank me, right? Not just for fun, but when you think I’ve been bad.”
“Yes, spanking and/or other punishments. What I feel is appropriate for correction in a particular instance.”
“What if I don’t agree with what you think is appropriate.”
“Kelly, babe…that’s what DD is about. We’re agreeing that I’m the head of household which means the final decisions are mine to make. We only have three rules so I’d say we’re talking spanking, corner time, maybe writing lines. If I feel you need a harder spanking, maybe I’ll use the hairbrush or a paddle.”
More minutes went by and she knew he was waiting for her final consent. She did want this and at the same time she was afraid it was more than she would be able to accept. But she wanted RJ and she would give this her best shot.
“Should we write all this down? Would it make you feel better if it was all spelled out?” RJ sounded like he was truly trying to do this in a way that made her comfortable. “You know, a lot of couples spell out practically every detail.”
She shook her head and said, “No, if we have honesty and respect there’s no need to write it all out. With those comes trust and that’s enough for me.”
Smiling, he captured her face between his two big hands and said, “Forget brushing your teeth, I have to kiss you right now.”
He captured her mouth with the all the passion of a man in love and all her thoughts of icky morning breath disappeared. He kissed her again and again. His cock grew hard, her pussy was wet, and the doubts and worries of DD slipped away while she reveled in the beautiful lovemaking of her man.
Kelly grabbed the tote bag that held her towel and sunscreen, and used her key to get into the pool area. There were two women she hadn’t met sitting in the shade of an umbrella and they waved to her. She waved back, but decided she’d stop and talk to them after she had her swim.
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