Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 126098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
“Did you like it?” he asked, already knowing the answer.
“Um.”
He smiled even though she couldn’t see him. “It’s okay to say yes, pet. It was meant to feel just a tiny bit painful, but still really good.”
“I liked it,” she whispered. He leaned down and kissed her on the mouth.
“I knew you would.”
He finished removing the wax and folded up the knife, pocketing it. He took of the blindfold and set it aside. “You did really, really well, pet.”
She blushed and brought her hands down to cover her breasts. He pushed them away. “Don’t do that. Don’t cover up what I want to look at,” he told her. He grasped her wrists and put them back over her head. Then took the towel he’d laid on the bed and began to wipe down her chest. He worked his way down to her belly. “Spread,” he ordered and after a moment’s hesitation, she spread her legs. He gently wiped her thighs and then her pussy. She was flushing crimson by the time he was done cleaning her.
“Do you need to call your friend?” he asked. She nodded. “I’ll get your phone,” he told her. “Call her now and tell her you’ll call her again from your place in an hour. You aren’t ready to drive yet.”
He went to the bathroom and retrieved her purse, bringing it into the bedroom. He closed the door as he stepped out again to give her some privacy. When he returned, she was wearing his robe and picking up pieces of wax off the sheets.
“I’ll just wash them,” he told her and stripped the bed. She sat in the chair in the corner, as directed. She got up, though, when he brought a clean, fitted sheet from the closet and helped him re-make the bed. He climbed into it and gestured for her to join him.
She snuggled into his chest. “What other tricks can you do?” she teased.
“Everything.”
“That’s a lot.”
“Yes, it is.”
“Where did you learn it?” she asked.
“Overseas mostly. Clubs in Germany and Japan where it’s more common.”
“How did you know you would like it?”
He chuckled. “I spanked a girlfriend in high school.”
She gasped and looked up at him. “No way!”
He nodded. “We were going at it one day and she was on top. Kept putting my hand on her ass. At first I couldn’t figure out why she was doing it. She was obviously too shy to ask for what she wanted. So I took a chance and I smacked her. She loved it. First it was bare-assed hand spankings. Then she handed me a hairbrush one day.”
“Oh, my God!”
He smiled at the memory. “She was a kinky little thing and I didn’t want to ruin it by asking too many questions. I just knew we both loved it. I graduated, enlisted, heard about a spanking club in Berlin when we were on R&R. Turned out I liked a lot more than just spankings.”
“Like whips?” she asked nervously.
“No. That’s way too much for my comfort zone. I can do it. I’ve had lessons, but I don’t like it, and I choose not to do it anymore, even if the sub wants it. I don’t get off on hurting women. I do punish them, though. Usually with a spanking. If it’s a serious offense, I’ll use a cane.”
“A cane?”
“It’s made out of rattan. Long and thin. Hurts like a bitch. That’s as severe as I’ll go.”
Abby looked shocked. “For what? Not calling you Sir?!”
He held her tightly. “No. I’m a harsh man, Abby, but I’m not abusive. I caught my submissive mouthing off to another sub in the club where I play. Embarrassing her, telling the girl she wasn’t a real sub and not good enough to play at the club because she wouldn’t do bondage. So I gave my sub a choice. She could go in the stocks and everyone there could take a whack at her ass with the paddle. Or five strokes with the cane from me. She chose the cane. But I dumped her anyway immediately after. Other people’s limits are personal and are strictly between a submissive and their Dominant. It’s nobody else’s business or place to comment on them.”
Abby was quiet for a long time. “Sarah can’t do things like this,” she whispered. “Because of what happened to her.”
“Exactly,” he replied. “Most people have no idea what a person’s background is or why they refuse to do certain things and to insult them for their choices when you don’t know the reasons behind them is not only rude, but it’s also insensitive. And I don’t tolerate that kind of behavior.”
She cleared her throat nervously. “Am I- am I your submissive now?”
“No,” he replied and he felt her tense in his arms. “We’re just doing a few scenes together.”
“Is it hard?” she asked. “Being your submissive? You said you were harsh. Is it difficult? I mean the things you do to them?”