He gathered the rope he would need and gave her five minutes to kneel and stare at the items on the bed before he went into the bedroom. He stood behind her and said, "The rules for punishment are different than the rules for a scene. Eventually you will not have a safeword for punishment, but for now, since you want a safeword, we need to talk about its purpose. During punishment you do not safeword because it hurts. It is supposed to hurt. During punishment you only safeword if you feel I am doing actual damage to your body. Damage more than welts and bruises. Because unless there is a reason you can't be marked in the near future, you can pretty much count on having welts and bruises from your punishments."
He let that sink in a moment before giving instructions. "Stand by the bed and find the distance you need to be from it so that when you lean over, just your forehead rests on the edge."
He watched her find the right spot and then stood her back up to put the gag in her mouth, inflate it, and buckle it behind her head. He fastened her wrist cuffs behind her back, and then stooped to put the spreader bar between her legs. When he stood back up he clipped the clover clamps on her nipples and then pulled the chain of the clamps, brutally tightening them down. He pushed her down so her forehead was on the bed and then used the rope to tie the chain between the clover clamps to the bedrail, so if she rose up it would pull on the clamps. The last he'd seen her eyes they were watery, he knew she was terrified. But that was part of it.
He picked up the cane and said, "Eight strokes Vivian. You can take eight strokes. Tomorrow you will have eight ugly lines of bruises with ugly welts running through them. It will hurt. It's meant to hurt."
He put the tissue her in hands. "There's your safe word. Throw it on the floor if you want to shirk your punishment. But I have to tell you that I expect you to take all eight strokes."
Tyler laid the first one on her ass and felt his cock jump as he saw her try to raise up and knew it yanked her nipples. He watched as the secondary pain hit, and he gave her enough time to deal with it before he placed the second cut just a bit below the first. He gave her time to breathe through it and then placed the third and fourth cuts just above the first one. The fifth one went on at an angle and crossed the bottom two, the sixth one went a bit lower and the seventh one hit just barely under the first one and he put a lot more weight behind it. The eighth one landed on the backs of her legs, and was the hardest hit of them all. He was pleased that she hadn't dropped the tissue. He'd seen her try to raise up on the first three strikes and then again on the very last one, and he knew that her breasts would be on fire along with her ass. He stepped back and removed his clothes, watching her fight the pain as she stood bent over like she was, not being able to move without hurting her breasts, but he knew her ass was hurting. Bad. He put a lubricated condom on. After another couple of minutes he went to her and removed the clover clamps and lifted her up and moved her forward, bending her back over so her stomach was on the bed instead of just her head. And then he entered her ass, with only the lubrication that the condom offered. And he fucked her. Hard. She was still holding the tissue, but he suddenly didn't trust it so he leaned forward and unbuckled the gag, then reached around to release the valve. As the gag came out of her mouth he said, "Punishment's over Viv, if you see rainbows now it's okay to tell me about it."
"Oh God, please tell me I can come."
"I'll count backwards from ten, when I get to zero you can come."
As he reached ‘one’ she started spasming, but she wasn't fully into it until zero, so he let it pass without saying anything. She did good holding back that long. And when her orgasm was over he pulled out and tossed the condom. He wasn't ready to come yet, he wanted to prolong it.
He released her wrists and removed the spreader bar and put her on the bed. He piled pillows up and had her lay across them face down so her ass was way up in the air, and then attached right wrist to right ankle and left wrist to left ankle. He put a condom on, and a glove on each hand, and lubed up both thumbs.
He entered her cunt with his dick and then put his thumbs in her ass. He pulled at her ass with his thumbs as he fucked her, barely remembering to tell her to come when she wanted. And then he lost himself as he fucked and rutted and pulled and pushed at her until finally his orgasm took him and he collapsed on top of her.
It took him a bit to be able to walk, but when he could he went to the bathroom and disposed of the condom and gloves, then wet a cool washcloth to wipe Viv down with. He took everything off of her except for one ankle cuff and he tied her ankle off to the footboard. He offered her some water, she drank a few sips, and then he turned the lights off and spooned behind her until they fell asleep together.
* * * *
Viv had awakened in the middle of the night needing to use the restroom. She'd touched Tyler and said "Sir, I need to empty my bladder" and he'd released her from the footboard and waited for her to come back. She had thanked him, and then he had attached her back to the footboard and unceremoniously fucked her. He must have put the condom on while she was in the bathroom.
Now it was morning and she was laying on her back, stretched out sideways on the bed with her head backwards over the edge while he fucked her mouth. She was sure this would be a repeat of the first morning and that she would be expected to go to breakfast without brushing her teeth. When he finally came, he did so in her mouth this time instead of spurting down her throat. He sat her up and said "Swallow every drop." And she did.
He took all of the restraints off of her and took her to the shower with him. He washed her entire body, including her hair. She felt very pampered. When they got out he dried her, being careful to not hurt her ass. He'd been right last night; she had eight lines on her ass. Perfectly straight bruises with a red welt running through the middle of each one.
He told her to empty her bladder, and then waited for her to thank him when she had done so. He leaned her over the bed and put the smaller plug in her before fastening a rope harness that went around her waist and between her legs in such a way that the plug couldn't come out. Then he put panties and shorts on her, and handed her a bra and shirt to put on herself.
"Do your hair while I get dressed. You do not have permission to brush your teeth."
At breakfast he gave her permission to get anything off of the buffet that she wanted, but instructed her to only get orange juice to drink. When they got back to their table he gave her permission to eat and drink, and to use any utensil she needed to in order to eat.
"Tell me how you felt about being punished last night."
"I was terrified, Sir. And you were right, it hurt. I couldn't translate the pain into pleasure, either. It just fucking hurt. I hated it."
"Do you think you'll forget to thank me for allowing you to empty your bladder again?"
"I hope not, Sir. But... I'm kind of worried, if I get that bad of a punishment for forgetting something, how bad would it be if I did something against the rules deliberately?"
"Let's hope you don't want to find out bad enough to try me and see. Were you angry at me for punishing you?"
"No. I mean, our agreement is that there are rules, and you have to be able to enforce the rules. You're just doing your part, so I can't really be mad at you. Once I agree to the rules then I'm kind of agreeing to be punished for not following them. And while I never imagined the punishment would be that severe for forgetting to say thank you... if that's the punishment then that's the punishment, I guess."
Chapter Eleven
Tyler was actually ready for them to be rid of the power exchange by the time they were in the elevator going back up to their room. They would need to check out in about an hour; his plan was to put her back up on the pedestal for the ten minutes he had until the power exchange part was over, and then they'd pack up and go somewhere to talk about how they might be able to integrate things into their lives. He was terrified of losing her, but he hadn't been able to tell her he loved her. It was time he did.
So he too
k her into the room, set his watch for ten minutes, and quickly undid her harness and pulled the plug out, saying "let's go brush our teeth."
Once they were done he took her to the sofa and sat down and pulled her into his lap and kissed her until his watch vibrated. He stopped it and then looked into her eyes and said, "I love you. Not just the submissive you, but the totally-in-control-of-herself part of you, too. I can live without a 24/7 relationship, but I'm not sure I can live without you."
"Tyler, I'm pretty sure I love you, too. But, there's so much to think about. And both of us are at a crossroads right now. What if you get a job in Portland and I get a job in Alabama?"
"I can work almost anywhere. Maybe we won't be in the same city, but I'll get us closer than Portland and Alabama."
Then it occurred to him that maybe she didn't want to make this work.
"That is, if you want me to be near you."
* * * *
Viv couldn't believe her ears? He loved her?
She had pretty much decided it would be better if they could have a short fling and then go their respective ways when they found jobs. She was afraid of losing herself in Tyler, and that scared her. But, if he were willing to look for a job near her?
No.
She didn't want to owe him anything. If he took a job near her then she'd owe him for it. She didn't want that kind of indebtedness to him. She couldn't let him do that, so she said, "I tell you what. We'll both look for jobs without telling the other which cities we are looking at. Once we've got a list so we're narrowing it down, only then will we share cities with each other. I'll hand you a numbered list with my first choice at the top and going down from there, and you'll hand me your list at the same time. If we both have something at or near the top of our list that matches the other's list, then we'll see what we can do."
"Viv, you are more important to me than that. If I'm not that important to you then tell me. But if you feel the same way about me, then, I think we owe it to ourselves to see where we can take this."
"Let's say you have a job offer in California that will have you bodyguarding celebrities,” Viv responded, “or maybe a job offer in Maryland that would have you working for a firm that handles the private security needs of senators and other politicians. If you turned a job like that down to work for a rent-a-cop place in Maine somewhere, you'd eventually resent me for it. I am thinking of our relationship here, Tyler. If we can end up close to each other without compromising our careers, then great. But I'm not going to have one of us turning down our dream job so we can be close to each other, because eventually it would hurt any relationship we might have."
Tyler closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead, "Okay Viv. Let's pack up and get out of here and then stop somewhere on the way home and talk about a few other things. Okay?"
"Right, we need to talk a few things over before we face my brother and father."
Chapter Twelve
Tyler was still annoyed at being driven around but he wasn't going to say anything. Viv said she knew of a place they could stop for lunch and have plenty of privacy to talk, and for now they were both being silent as she drove. He knew she was right, if one of them compromised their career for the other it would eventually cause problems. And he had no intention of working for, as she'd put it, a rent-a-cop firm. But he seriously had job possibilities in about ten different states and assumed they could find something close to each other. He had two days until he started flying around for interviews, and the truth was that he'd be interviewing them as much as they interviewed him.
Viv pulled into a restaurant parking lot and they went in, but she told him to wait a moment as she went through a door. When she finally came back out she took him into a back room set up with tables and chairs. They literally had a room of their own?
"I know the owners, they'll bring our food to us back here when it's ready. I was kind of banking on the idea that no one had reserved the room. We got lucky, I guess, it's reserved in about two hours, but free now.”
"So what are we going to tell your father and brother? And, are we going to sleep in our own rooms, or are we going to bunk together?"
"Honestly, my dad's a bit old fashioned. I'm not sure he'll let us sleep together under his roof. Especially now that I've been taking care of him and he feels the need to throw his fatherly weight around."
"Should I rent a place close by so you and I can be together at night, and have us just hang out at your dad's house during the day?"
She hesitated. "If it comes to it, I guess we can rent a place together, for a few weeks. But, let's not go there just yet. When do you start flying around interviewing?"
"Day after tomorrow. I'll be gone three days for appointments in four different cities. I have several prospective employers who will interview me via videoconference, but four of them want me face to face. What about you?"
"I had an email from a colleague with a few possibilities. I've sent off my resume to a few of them, and we'll have to see what happens. It looks like you are farther ahead of the game than I am. And if you'll be away that much, it might make more sense for us to get a hotel somewhere on the nights we are both in town instead of renting a place. Or, maybe my dad will be okay with us sleeping together. My guess is that David will prefer that we stay at the house where he can be sure you aren't beating on me, so he may convince dad to be okay with us sleeping together in my room."
Tyler wanted to be clear. "So, we walk into the house holding hands, as a couple?"
"Yes, I think so. That is, if you're comfortable with that around my brother."
"I'd rather be up front about it than sneak around. The only thing is... if you and I don't work out, will that mean I can't come for Christmas anymore? Would it be too weird?"
"We're both adults. If it doesn't work out then we'll come to some adult kind of agreement, and I'll look forward to seeing you when I come home and you're there, too. The reality is, though, that if I'm invited to join in on research projects that happen to be taking advantage of the time during winter, when most professors don't have classroom obligations, then I may continue to not be home for Christmas."
"Okay then, we walk in holding hands. And we act like a normal couple around them. Probably best to not be in power exchange around your brother. I guess he falls into the "non BDSM people" portion of our agreement. Even though he's seen me in that mode plenty of times in the past."
Tyler saw Viv blush a little. "But, if we close the door and have sex... during actual sex, you'll still take charge and give me some pain though, right? Something we can do quietly that no one will hear. You aren't thinking we'll actually have totally vanilla sex, right?"
Tyler's heart soared. "We're kind of a work in progress right now. We'll figure it out. But no, I don't really think we're a vanilla sex sort of couple. I doubt I could have sex with you without taking charge of the situation."
* * * *
The next morning as Viv sat on the porch with her laptop and coffee she couldn't believe how well things had gone. She and Tyler had gone to her room last night and no one had said anything about it. And she had just watched Tyler and David run off down the beach together. David was apparently going to at least pretend to be okay with their relationship. And, the strangest thing of all, her dad seemed to be thrilled that she and Tyler were together.
Viv had a videoconference later that afternoon with Brookfield Zoo, just outside of Chicago. She had also been made aware of what sounded like the perfect position for her at the Tennessee Aquarium in Chattanooga, and there were a number of smaller Aquariums and Zoos with possibilities that didn't have her very excited but she still needed to have a phone conversation with them in order to rule them in or out. And of course she had three colleges practically begging her to come join their research staff and teach on the side; they were even offering a plan that would include tenure in a few years. But she was really done with the whole college thing. She figured the politics in the real world would be a pain as well,
but she was just sick of the politics that went on at the larger universities. She'd learned to navigate through it all in order to get what she wanted, most of the time, but she hoped she could put that behind her. She had a feeling she wasn't going to be able to give Tyler a list of possibilities when they had their talk, but that she'd just have two candidates’. Or maybe even just have one job that she really wanted to take, so not really a list at all. Secretly she was a little glad for that, because the prospect of life with this man was a little bit terrifying. She'd fallen in love with him, but she was so afraid of losing herself if she spent more than a few months with him. She was just going to enjoy whatever time they had together now, and then prepare to get on with the rest of her life when they had to go their separate ways.
Chapter Thirteen
Tyler walked through the Chattanooga Airport several days later and was less than impressed with it, wondering how such a renowned security agency managed to be headquartered in such a small city. He'd be getting a rental car here instead of using a taxi because from what he could tell there weren't that many taxi services available. Also, Drake Security had contacted him two days ago and requested a two-day interview process for him instead of the half a day plus dinner originally planned. He wasn't sure what had changed, but assumed it was a good thing. He rented a car with a GPS unit on it and punched in the address for his destination.
When he arrived he once again was not impressed. Drake Security had taken over what appeared to be an old school. After interviewing in big new shiny office buildings, this wasn't what he'd expected. But when he went inside he immediately liked the atmosphere. Yes, it was an old school, but the front receptionist was nice. Instead of a visitor badge she gave him a sticker to put on his shirt, and he was almost immediately met by one of the top people, who introduced himself just as Nathan. No pretenses.
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