“I don’t want him to think that the intimacy we experience isn’t enough.”
Carla nodded. “Do you have a plan in mind?”
“Well, not exactly. But I’ve already started writing a novella with two new characters – Brad and Kristin. They’re fashion models living in New York and he’s interested in having a relationship with her.”
“Ooh … they work together? That would make life interesting.”
“They just went away for the weekend together. Sneaking around their place of work has been fun, but he thinks they should get to know each other better.”
“Let me guess. He’s a Dominant man looking for a submissive woman.”
Dana laughed and shrugged. “Don’t blame me. It is popular reading right now. Plus, since I’m involved in that way of life, it’s easier to write about it. Truthfully, he isn’t sure if his girlfriend has even heard of the D/s lifestyle. Remember, up to now they’ve just been co-workers that are casually dating.”
“He’s taking her away for the weekend already? Don’t you think things are happening too soon? I can just hear the reviews now.” Carla laughed and elbowed Dana.
“Jesus, Carla. This book is fiction. Lighten up.”
“Okay, so how does this story tie into your real life?”
“Well, I thought that this couple could explore some BDSM themes along the way. Richard loves to look over my shoulder while I write, and I’m usually not too happy about it. But letting him be nosy might open up some new ideas for us. Especially since he knows I have a history of writing about my fantasies.”
“Will there be a real plot to this novella, or are you thinking about a series of vignettes?”
“I would rather have a plot, if possible. Brad’s looking for a relationship with a submissive and the scenes would show him if his current love interest was a good match for him. Of course there will have to eventually be a twist, but I haven’t figured that out yet.”
“And you actually think that Richard will catch on? You do realize how men are usually slow in this department, don’t you?”
“I don’t know if he’ll connect the dots and see that I’m talking about us right away, but the scenes will certainly stir up his interest. His testosterone levels are quite healthy.” Dana laughed and stood to make herself another cup of coffee.
“Please keep me posted, but don’t share too many of the details. You know how I like to be surprised when I read your books,” Carla said.
“You crack me up! Let’s just hope Richard is in a mood to snoop.”
“From his track record, I don’t think you’ll have much to worry about.” She smiled and reached for her handbag.
IT’S GOING TO BE A LONG WINTER
It was a cold, snowy night in January. Richard had started a fire in the stone fireplace, and it was the perfect environment for Dana to continue writing her novella.
Their suitcases were unpacked, and Kristin declared that she needed to freshen up with a shower. In the meantime, Brad went back downstairs and asked the proprietors about good places to have dinner.
When he returned to the room, he fully expected that Kristin would be dressed and ready to go out for the evening. He lightly knocked on the door before opening, so he wouldn’t catch her by surprise. As he stepped through the door, he caught a glimpse of her naked silhouette opposite the dark picture window.
“Dana, how’s the writing going?” Richard came back into the room to stoke the fire for her.
“I’m on a roll,” she mumbled without looking up from her keyboard.
“I brought you some juice to keep your energy up.” Richard sat the glass down next to her, placed more wood on the fire and quietly shut the door behind him as he left.
Kristin motioned for Brad to come closer. As he neared, she reached out and placed his hand on her bare, right breast.
“I hope you like what you see,” she whispered. He pulled her close and clutched her bare ass in his hands.
Brad wasted no time removing his clothes. The two of them stood naked across from the window, but neither seemed to care. With a forceful shove, he pushed her back up against the wall holding both arms above her head. Hungrily they kissed, his weight forcing her against the hard, cold surface pressing their bodies close. His raging cock stood at full mast as the thick, smooth tip came in contact with the wetness between her legs.
A few onlookers had gathered down on the street below. A single light in the room made it easy for all to watch.
They frantically pawed each other moving across the room, their kisses ravenous as she felt the coolness of the window behind her. Brad leveraged her body upward with legs encircling his torso. Her ass was nestled on the smooth marble ledge. He wasted no time pushing into her slick entrance. His thrusts were strong and forceful. Beads of sweat from her back smeared the double-paned window glass. It only took a few moments for the two of them to explode into a powerful, simultaneous orgasm. Kristin’s head was lodged against his perspiring neck, holding on so she didn’t collapse to the floor.
Brad greedily pumped several more times, milking the sensation of his pleasure. The tenseness eased from their bodies, and he lowered Kristin down on to her feet. Neither was willing to let the other go.
The mood was suddenly broken when they heard applause. A crowd of about two dozen people down on the street were looking up at them clapping and hooting. There was nothing else they could do, but smile at the voyeuristic friendly faces.
Dana sat back and knew she’d just scratched the surface of this blossoming romance. It was too early in the book to reveal her plan for those two; she wanted to keep her readers guessing.
No sooner had she begun to scribble some notes down on a pad, Richard walked quietly back into the room with a sandwich on a plate and one eyebrow raised. “When was the last time you ate, Kitten?”
*****
Michael patiently waited for Carla at their favorite Italian restaurant. It was a popular BYOB family-owned establishment that became extremely crowded on the weekends. Since they lived in the neighborhood, Michael and Carla liked to meet there in the middle of the week for dinner.
On that particular day, he sent her a text during lunch and asked if she would be able to meet at 6:30. She agreed, but wanted to know if he could stop at home first to let Wally out and pick up a bottle of wine, since she didn’t want to be late. That was the plan. The time was 6:50 when Michael poured himself a glass of cabernet and caught a glimpse of her rushing through the door.
“I’m so sorry, Michael. You have no idea what kind of day I had …”
He smiled as he reached for the bottle of wine.
“Cheers.” After they finished their “customary clink”, she watched an amused expression form on his face.
“Are you angry that I’m late, Michael?” she asked putting her lips to the glass.
“I would say more curious than angry, Carla. I’m not sure if you’re merely looking for attention or really enjoying the spankings. You’re not a pain slut are you, my dear?”
“Please keep your voice down. We’re in a public place,” she whispered picking up the menu to hide her mortified expression.
“I don’t think my voice is capable of being softer, and you haven’t answered my question.” Michael tapped his fingers on the table.
Carla lowered her menu and rolled her eyes. “No, I’m not a pain slut. But do we really have to talk about this right now?”
“Well, if you hadn’t been twenty minutes late, the subject wouldn’t have come up at all, my love,” he said tipping her chin up with one finger.
“Okay, sometimes I do enjoy getting a rise out of you. I admit it. But then there are times like today, when I was just running late. Okay?”
“No, it’s not okay, young lady. You agreed to our DD relationship, but are constantly attempting to be the one in control. I warned you about topping from the bottom; you know I don’t like it.”
“I apologize, Michael. Believe me. I’m not doing i
t underhandedly. Let’s have a nice dinner and share a bottle of wine. When we get home, you can slide my panties down to my knees and position me over your lap …”
“There you go again.” He smiled and angled his head to the side.
“Is it a crime that I like to be spanked?”
“No, I don’t believe it is. I just want to be the one who controls those delicious punishments you receive.”
“I know, but it’s hard for me to change roles when we get home. Wait … what are you thinking about? You have an odd look on your face...”
“Maybe we need a way to redirect your attitude when you come home at the end of the day. Perhaps a change in wardrobe would help.”
“Well, I’m going to let that be your kinky idea. Between the two of us, you’re much more creative. By the way, did you ever meet with Dr. Stein?”
“Yes, but we really didn’t get into much. I was thinking that maybe you should be included next time. It might help you understand my need for dominance. I’ll speak with Jason and give you some available times to choose from.”
“I’ll work around my schedule. You know that.”
“Good. Let’s order our dinner. The sooner we eat, the quicker that beautiful bare ass of yours can be spanked.” He grinned and signaled the wait staff.
“Yes, sir.” Her sigh was long and audible.
Michael followed Carla home in his car and lovingly patted her behind as they entered the house. “This business suit of yours needs to come off immediately. Please change into a long sleeve shirt and cotton panties; I’ll be waiting for you on the couch in the family room.”
With a rebellious look on her face, she turned around and placed a hand on her hip.
He looked at his watch and spoke softly. “Right now, please.”
“Have you forgotten what season it is? How about flannel pajama pants?”
“How about you do as you’re told, Peanut?”
“Peanut? Oh my God, you can’t be serious …”
“It works for Richard and Dana.” He crossed his arms and looked at his watch again. “Should I start counting?”
Carla shook her head and headed for the stairs. “Jesus, I’m how old?”
“You’re old enough to stand in the corner with a very red behind.” His demeanor was gentle, but his arms stayed crossed as he watched her disappear upstairs to change.
He made himself comfortable on their couch and intently considered a few options of how to approach the impending scene with his disobedient, strong-willed woman.
Five minutes later, Carla stood in the doorway of the room waiting for directions. Michael didn’t disappoint and motioned with his fingers for her to stand in the corner. Keeping her eyes cast downward, she walked slowly to assume a position she was familiar with from early childhood.
“Lower your panties to your thighs, Carla.” His tone was smooth and low.
She shook her head no in defiance.
Michael sighed and stood upright. He didn’t need to speak. She could hear him stand. If he wanted her panties down, damn it, he could bloody well take them down himself. Standing behind her, he applied a firm hand to her soft backside. The sound echoed through the large room.
“Slide them down, Carla. This is the last time I’m going to ask, and if I have to do it myself…”
He didn’t need to finish the sentence. She slowly lowered her panties, placed her nose in the corner and seductively pushed her bottom out.
Michael put his hand around her tummy for leverage and rubbed each cheek lovingly before giving her a sound spanking. He covered every inch of her lovely bottom with his large hand and repeated the process twice. Eyes brimming with tears, she peered over her shoulder at him. There was something about the way they looked at each other that stopped the spanking abruptly. She put her arms around his neck as he lifted her in the air and made his way over to the couch. Gingerly, he placed her sore, bare bottom down in his lap and kissed her forehead softly.
“Please, talk to me.”
Carla paused dramatically and looked up at him with blurry vision. “Do we really have to discuss this? It’s so embarrassing.”
It was obvious to him how content she was. “Why do you like to be spanked? I need to know.”
She shrugged and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. “It makes me feel loved, like a little kid. I get tired of always being in charge.”
“Yet, you have a hard time not being in control, don’t you?”
She looked up at him; the tears again welled up in her eyes. “I don’t always want to. Sometimes I just can’t stop, Michael.”
“You had an opportunity to have a DD relationship with Richard when you were younger, but passed it up. I’ve wondered about that.”
“Richard was such a good friend; he was like an older brother to me. The discipline aspect intrigued me, but I was afraid of the relationship not working out. Making new friends was definitely not my strong suit. I have a tendency to be bossy.” Michael tried not to smile rocking her in his arms.
“I know baby, I know.” He gently combed her wavy blonde hair with his fingers.
She shook her head and squeezed her eyes shut. “This isn’t fair to you, Michael. My personality is not what you want…”
His serene, handsome smile was just what she needed. “What I want is for us to work together. This relationship is not just about one of us. I love that you are a strong woman. We just need to make a few adjustments. Until we decide otherwise, you will come home from work at the end of the day and change into your pajamas, young lady. Your responsibilities will end when you walk through that door, and I will be in charge. Give me any trouble, and you will find it very difficult to sit down.”
She nestled her face into his neck and nodded.
“Carla, are you sure this is what you want?”
“Yes, Dr. Cohen … sir.”
“That’s my girl.” His eyes twinkled.
WHERE HAVE ALL THE VANILLA PEOPLE GONE?
“Thanks so much for seeing us on such short notice.” Michael held Carla’s hand as they sat on Dr. Stein’s comfortable office couch.
“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Carla. Michael’s face lights up like a Christmas tree when he speaks of you.”
Carla turned to Michael and laughed. “Your family would be amused with that analogy.”
“That’s because they have such a good sense of humor.” He cocked his head and winked.
“What a perfect segue into your past, Michael. I’m probably as curious as Carla, so why don’t we move to the reason for your visit today.”
“You both know that my first wife and I were married for five years,” Michael began. “We had a D/s relationship that was consensual and satisfying until she decided she didn’t want to be a submissive anymore and left me for a vanilla man.”
Carla and Jason both nodded.
“When I met you, Carla, my heart opened up again. You’re so different from any woman I’ve ever met, and I think we complement each other on so many levels. You were honest with me the other night, in your needs and desires, and I need you to understand what makes me tick.”
“Do you mind sharing, Carla? It might help me to see both sides of this relationship with a clearer lens.”
She cleared her throat and tried not to appear nervous. “My job can be stressful at times, since I’m in charge of a large group of people. We agreed to have a domestic discipline relationship, but I’ve had a hard time handing over control to him when I get home at the end of the day. We’ve discussed it and are trying something new to make it work for both of us.” She turned to Michael. “This is uncomfortable. Do I have to tell him everything?”
“Not if you don’t want to, Peanut.”
Carla’s face blushed while Jason put his hand up and laughed.
“There’s no need to be embarrassed. It sounds like you’re trying a DD relationship laced with a little age play. Not unusual for couples. I’ve actually recommended it in a few situatio
ns.”
“I’m really not that interesting. It’s your story we both want to hear, Michael.” She squeezed his hand and moved closer.
“There’s a discussion that we touched on the last time you were here with respect to DD relationships,” Jason said. “Are we oriented at birth or is our preference learned - the old nature vs. nurture argument? It might be helpful for Carla to hear your viewpoint on that subject. I think everyone is wired differently. Of course, that’s only my opinion. If I remember correctly, you were worried that your wiring could be faulty.”
“My father survived five concentration camps and the Death March from Buchenwald to Munich. Most survivors had no control over their lives during those years. They lived like animals in deplorable conditions. After the war was over many of them tried to lead normal lives, but the torture within their souls continued. Then to compensate for the loss of their families, they married and had children - most without undergoing any kind of emotional therapy. How could anyone that emotionally bereft raise a family? Let’s just say there wasn’t a lot of nurture in our home.”
“How do you think this relates to your preference as a Dominant?” Jason leaned forward in his chair and threaded his fingers.
“My father had no control over his life from the time his was twelve until the war was over five years later. Once he had a family, it was his chance to be dominant. We weren’t permitted to make decisions on our own. As adults, we craved the opportunity - probably to the extreme.”
“You have a mom and two sisters, right?” Carla asked not letting go of his hand.
“Yes, my mom is also a Holocaust survivor. She met my dad in a displaced persons camp in Germany when the war was over. She was in her early twenties and suffered from depression, so I think it was a comfort to have someone else in control. My sister, Ariel, was rebellious and didn’t have a great relationship with our dad. Naturally, her rebellion was seen as a sign of disrespect and she moved out as soon as she was able. My other sister, Debbie, was much more compliant and felt guilty if she upset them. I’ve always wondered whether she was motivated by love or pity.”
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