"Rubbery," I answered.
He smiled and rubbed my fingers in his palms, returning the circulation. He held me for a while, listening to my breathing as it slowed to normal.
"So what do you think of being bound?"
I smiled and buried my face in his neck. "I like it very much," I answered truthfully.
Cody
She started a regular pattern of coming to my place when her dad worked the evening shift or overnight. This amounted to us spending two or three evenings a week together, and sometimes a couple of extra hours during the day when I could make time.
We started out slowly. She was a brave little thing, but very inexperienced, and I was quite sure that she didn't know where her own boundaries were. I would help her find them, but I wanted to do it at a comfortable pace. I didn't tell her my exact plan, because that would have taken a lot of the anticipation out of it, and I knew that was a part of the whole experience. The first item on the agenda was to get her comfortable with her own body.
She was surprisingly adept at following orders and allowing me to manipulate her, but she was clearly uncomfortable with her self-image. She got jumpy when I made her stand still so that I could look at her. I made her look in the mirror as often as possible. She needed to get used to looking at herself. I wanted her to see what I saw when I looked at her.
I also wanted her to realize that D/s relationships were not all about sex. This was as much about control as it was about getting off. As a result, I hadn't fucked her yet, but that would change soon. I was expecting her to arrive any minute now.
She had officially earned her first punishment, and I was very much looking forward to delivering it. Her behavior was naturally submissive so she didn't screw up very often, but her speech was untrained. She frequently forgot to call me Sir. I let it go for the first few sessions because there were so many new sensations and so much to remember, but by the third session, she should have known better. I'd given her fair warning, telling her that I was going to spank her if she forgot again. Well, forget she did, and I had promised her that she would receive her spanking tonight. I never went back on a promise.
She had a nervous little smile on her face as she came up the driveway. She was the picture of anticipation. If I didn't know better, I'd think she was looking forward to this spanking. I smirked to myself. This was going to be fun.
I opened the door, and she came in through the kitchen. "Good evening, Sir."
Well... she was remembering just fine now. "Good evening, Katlyn."
I led her into the living room where she dropped obediently to her knees facing me.
"Tonight," I started, "you are to be punished for your inability to address me properly. Do you understand this?"
"Yes, Sir." She was doing pretty well. Her hands were steady. Her breathing was shallow, but not overly rapid. Nervous or excited, but not terrified. That was good.
I had brought a small leather ottoman out into the middle of the room. It was going to serve as our whipping bench for the evening. It was pretty non-threatening.
"Stand." She stood to her feet, her eyes on the floor. "Strip for me."
She was getting better at this. There was less hesitation. She folded her clothes into a neat pile and then waited patiently for the next instruction. I took her hand and positioned her in front of the bench.
"On your knees." She was used to getting on her knees for me, but this time it was for an entirely different reason. I knelt down beside her and gently stroked her hair. "Safewords, Kat, what are they?"
"Yellow and red," she responded immediately. I knew that she knew what they were. I was simply reminding her that she had a right to use them. A first punishment was frequently when you would hear a safeword from a new sub for the first time. I didn't plan to hit her very hard, but it would still be a brand new experience for her, and you could never be too careful.
"Good girl," I whispered. "Lie down over the bench." I helped her get into position so that her stomach and breasts were pressed flat against the leather, her hands up by her head. Her hips made a perfect 90-degree angle over the edge.
I picked up a length of rope from the couch. I had mixed feelings about binding a submissive for a first spanking, but in Kat's case I thought it was a good idea. Many submissives had a natural reaction of putting their hands protectively over their backsides. Unfortunately, it was a really bad instinct. The ass and thighs could take a lot more punishment than the hands could. It didn't really matter for tonight, because I was going to use my bare hands on her, but it could be dangerous with a paddle or strap. I wasn't willing to risk broken fingers.
I looped the rope around her wrists in what was now a familiar pattern for her. I bound her hands together in front of her, above her head. I did not tie her to anything, but it would still be nearly impossible for her to get her hands behind her in a timely manner.
Satisfied, I made a slow circle around her, making sure that everything was the way I wanted it. She trembled slightly when I knelt down behind her. I put my knees between hers and gently widened her stance a little bit. I stroked her thigh gently with one hand and leaned forward, pressing my chest to her back, applying just a little weight. She let out a shaky breath under me.
I kissed her back softly waiting for her to calm down. I wanted anticipation, not fear. I traced my fingertips over the soft skin of her legs and ass and spoke softly to her. She responded well. I dipped two fingers gently into her pussy. She was dripping. She pushed her hips back, trying to impale herself further on my fingers, but I pulled away.
"Patience, sweetheart. I'm going to spank you now. I'm going to give you ten swats, and I want you to count them out loud one through ten. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Good girl."
I drew back and brought my hand down right on the middle of her right ass cheek. She jerked her hips forward and let out a small squeak. She did not count. I waited. Nothing.
"Count, Katlyn," I commanded, “or we will start over.”
"One, Sir. Sorry, Sir."
"Better." I smacked her on the other side. She counted immediately this time. Her "two" was a little high-pitched, full of nerves, but it didn't sound like it was too painful. I used a little more force on three. She surprised me by wiggling her hips slightly. I didn't think it was conscious, but it was obvious that this aroused her. It aroused me too. She was so fucking beautiful like this.
After six, I gave her a momentary breather, using my hands instead to reach under her and stroke her clit. She let out a sexy little moan and bucked against my hand. She wasn't far from orgasm, but I wasn't going to permit her to cum until we were done with her punishment.
"Four more," I said, pulling my hand away. She sighed softly, and I wasn't sure if it was reflecting the loss of contact to her clit or excitement at finishing the set. Maybe both.
Her ass was barely pink, and she wasn't crying or safewording so I decided to really let her feel the last four. I delivered them swiftly, two to her ass and two to the tops of her thighs. Four distinct prints were fading quickly from her rosy skin. Absolutely fucking erotic. She was panting, her whole body rocking against the leather stool. My cock was painfully hard in my jeans. I had to have her. Now.
I unzipped my jeans and pushed them down far enough to be out of the way. I pumped my hard cock twice in my fist and leaned into her. I was more than ready to fuck her, but I wanted to make sure that she was aware of what I was doing. You always give a sub the opportunity to safeword before a new experience. She did no such thing.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” I said very matter-of-factly.
“Yes, please, Sir.”
I buried myself fully inside her in one long thrust. She arched her back and convulsed around my cock immediately. Fuck that felt good. I gripped the ottoman with one hand, fucking her into it, and put the other on her hip. I set a hard steady pace, not giving her a chance to recover. She moaned and wiggled around under me. Her pussy was hot an
d tight. Fucking perfection.
I usually talked to my girls while I fucked them, but she had honestly fucked me into silence. I couldn't concentrate on anything but pounding into her. I squeezed her tits in my hands and yanked her back onto my cock. Her ass bounced beautifully, my balls smacking her with a delicious little whap.
This wasn't going to last long. She didn't yet have the training or the stamina to keep from cumming, and I was in no mood to hold back. I wanted to force her to the edge, make her cum hard. I attacked her clit with my fingers and at the same time thrust all the way into her. She clenched and unclenched her bound hands, struggling hard before she screamed. Her whole body convulsed when she came. Her tight snatch gushed around me, and her hips bucked wildly. Fucking most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
I didn't even try to fight it. I gave in and let the orgasm flow through me. She collapsed against the bench while my cock softened inside her. I pulled out and rested my head beside her for a moment, regaining my breath.
"Holy fuck, girl," I laughed. "I am going to have to punish you more often."
Katlyn
What a fucking day. Fired. Fucking fired. My asshole boss fired me because I wouldn't go out with his son. Well okay, he told me that he fired me because I knocked over that stupid display again, but I knew the truth. Mike was just pissed because Jamie dumped him—again—and I was supposed to be the next in line. What bullshit.
It would have been a lot easier if I could have just told him that I was seeing someone, but Roundup was such a freaking small town that he would have demanded to know who it was, and Cody and I had agreed to keep this relationship quiet. It wasn't like we were exactly dating anyway.
Mike, I can't date you because you won't know how to tie me up and spank me. That's what really gets me off. God. I was such a freak.
What was I going to tell my dad? Granted I was leaving for college in six weeks anyway. What did a stupid retail job matter anyway? Still, I could get into one of the best universities in the world, but I couldn't fucking keep a part-time cashier job? It was downright embarrassing, not to mention frustrating. I was hoping to be able to pick up some hours there when I came home for college breaks. No such luck.
I slammed the door to my rusty old truck and headed into the house. My dad wouldn't be home for a few hours. I wasn't supposed to be home for a while either. I flopped down on the couch, undecided about what to do. What I really wanted to do was slash Mike’s fucking tires, or at least punch him in the face or something.
I paced around the house silently fuming. I had to get out of there. I had to do something to burn off some energy. Cody had been encouraging me to work out more, not because I was unattractive, he assured me, but because it would be good for my balance, endurance, and muscle control. Endurance was especially important for a submissive, I'd discovered. He'd suggested hiking, and while I wasn't much of an outdoorsy type, it was a free activity, and it was actually a nice day.
I changed into my trainers and a pair of yoga pants before heading out the door. Thinking about exercise made me think about Cody, so I decided to head out to his ranch. There were a couple of clearly marked riding trails that could also be used as hiking trails, and he’d told me I was welcome to use them. I hoped I could manage without getting myself too terribly lost.
I parked my truck in the drive not far from Cody’s house and got out. As I stretched, I committed myself to putting the whole firing incident out of my mind. The sun was shining in the late afternoon, and despite my pissy mood, I was actually enjoying the fact that I was here instead of stocking those dusty shelves. I put my ear buds in and slipped my iPod into the waistband of my pants, losing myself in the music.
I rolled my shoulders back a few times and then reached up over my head, lengthening my spine. I closed my eyes and focused on what Cody had been teaching me earlier this week.
Control your breathing. You control your own body. It does not control you. Control of the body starts with control of the breathing. Breathe slowly, in through the nose, out through the mouth.
I exhaled slowly and bent over, reaching for my toes.
He had been teaching me orgasm control, which was not a particularly fun thing to learn, but in some ways it was quite fascinating. I had never really felt in control of my own body before. I tripped over my own feet as if they had a mind of their own. Well, control of the feet was just like control of the rest of the body. It all came down to a conscious effort. You did not allow your body to react without your permission. I wasn't really very good at it, but Cody said that it would come with time. He hadn't been wrong about anything yet.
I stretched for a few minutes, hoping that it would keep me from injuring myself, and then set off for the trails. Cody had explained to me that the trails on his ranch were color-coded. They sometimes took tourists out on rides in the summer months and the color-coding was pretty much idiot-proof. The yellow trails were the easiest. If I followed the yellow dots I knew I should be able to hike without incident.
The trail started out along the fence that bordered one of Cody’s pastures. There were a handful of cows grazing peacefully in the tall grass. I wasn't terribly surprised to hear Cody’s voice. I knew that he would be out working this afternoon, but it was a big place, and the odds of running into him were fifty-fifty at best. I kept walking, looking out of the corner of my eye to see if I could spot him. I found him with a sledgehammer in his hand mending a section of fence that had been broken. He was giving instructions to a couple of men on horseback as he worked. He looked up as I passed by but gave no sign that he had seen me. That was okay. I didn't want to bother him while he was working. I set off on my own, my music once again filling my ears.
It really wasn't too bad. The ground was fairly level and if you kept a lookout for tree roots, there really wasn't that much to trip over. I kept one eye on the yellow dots, which had been spray-painted on the trees, and the other on the ground.
The path wound steadily deeper into the forest and the shade grew heavier. It was actually pretty dark and cool for being the middle of the day. About half a mile in, the path started to climb. I planted my feet firmly on the path as I went up. I would not be bested by a couple of loose rocks. One foot in front of the other, Kat. I was panting by the middle of the hill. Beginner trail my ass.
Control, Katlyn, Cody said in my head. I took my bottom lip between my teeth as I mentally replayed the memory. He had me tied to his bed, my arms over my head and my knees drawn up to my chest. He was moving a softly buzzing vibrator up and down over the folds of my pussy. It brushed my clit, and I moaned loudly. Breathe, baby girl. Keep your body calm.
I stopped on the path and took a deep breath. It was even harder to hike when I was aroused. Fuck. I forced myself to the top of the hill anyway. Luckily the path leveled off for a while after that. I paused again and stretched my warm muscles.
I was singing softly along to my iPod, and I never heard him coming.
His strong arms caught me from behind, one hand pressing against my mouth, stifling my scream, and the other circling my waist and pulling me to him. I recognized his scent before the fear had fully dissipated. Cody. He'd seen me pass by after all and had come after me. My body relaxed instantly when I knew that it was him.
I tried to turn and face him. I was going to punch him in the arm for scaring the shit out of me, but he didn't let go. I struggled to free myself, but he held tight. He pulled me off the path and deeper into the woods. I fought him, a small amount of terror swelling in my gut. I knew that I was safe with Cody, but I did not want to leave my designated yellow path. He was a much better hiker, and he knew these woods by heart. I would be truly dependent on him out here if I lost my bearings.
He moved swiftly, dragging me along behind him. My ear buds fell from my ears in the shuffle and the only sounds were his feet breaking through the brush and my muffled protests. I stopped fighting and concentrated on keeping up. It was all I could do to keep my feet under me.
"Keep quiet and no one will get hurt," he growled.
What? Oh. Oh!
The checklist that he had given me weeks ago had included rape fantasy. I had checked it as an experience that I was willing to try. Was that what this was? I couldn't deny that I was aroused by the idea, but now? In the middle of the fucking woods? I hadn't seen anyone else around, but that didn't mean that there weren't other hikers, or tourists on a horseback-riding adventure. What about the other ranch hands?
He shifted his position so that he was pushing me in front of him, rather than dragging me behind. He pressed something into my lower back and curled one hand around my hair, tipping me even more off balance.
"Don't fucking make me shoot you," he said in that same low voice.
I didn't think that he really had a gun pressed to the small of my back, but it was hard to know for sure. A lot of people in this town did carry concealed. He wouldn't do that... would he?
"Please let me go," I whimpered. I wasn't sure if I was acting or speaking the truth. I knew that I could safeword, and it would all be over, but I fought to control the need to panic. Cody wouldn't hurt me. Deep down I knew that, but it was still frightening. I was really out of my element.
He pulled back hard on my hair. "I told you to shut the fuck up."
He dragged me a ways farther into the woods, where I could no longer see the path. I fought back, striking him in the shoulder with my fist.
"You little bitch!" He caught my arm and twisted it around behind me. Fuck that hurts. He pushed me roughly, chest first into the bark of a large tree. My hands were caught behind me, and he was pressed up against my back. I could feel his accelerated breathing and smell his sweat. I was scared but undeniably wet.
I inhaled the scent of warm cotton before he pressed a worn bandana into my mouth. He didn't tie it around my head, and I knew that I could spit it out if I wanted to. There were subtle signs reassuring me that this was play. He was teaching me—trying me out. If this went well, he would be harder the next time. He was making sure that I could safeword, and I was grateful. This was intimidating enough.
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