Psychology of Submission
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"But... now? Today?"
She was trembling at his words, but he couldn't miss the longing deep in her brown eyes. If he had ever doubted that Traci was a submissive outside her career, those doubts were gone. Her body tucked into him, sub-consciously submitting even if her brain was still afraid of his words.
"Yes, Trace. Today and every day. I don't know exactly how I know, but we're going to figure out a way to make this work. I felt empty after you left Chicago. Like you left a hole in my life. I haven't felt whole until I got here and held you in my arms again."
"This is crazy, Sean. I mean I've missed you so much too, but we barely know each other. Why would you risk so much to be with someone like me?"
"You'd better be careful. That sounded dangerously close to putting yourself down again and I think you're already in enough trouble for that, don't you?"
"You're serious, aren't you?"
"I've never been more serious. I have the next three days off. I'm guessing you do too. I'd like to spend all three days snuggling, talking, planning, fucking, spanking... and not necessarily in that order."
"Unbelievable."
"Well, believe it. You just try to get rid of me."
"I'm not sure I'm ready."
"For a relationship or a spanking?"
"Both."
"So you want me to leave?"
The words were barely out of his mouth when she grabbed onto his T-shirt and held him as if to prevent him from standing. She might not have said the words, but her actions gave him his answer. He pinned her with a possessive look that dared her to deny him. Her answer was a shaky whisper. "Please don't go. I've dreamed of you coming here for me."
"I'm sorry it took me so long to wake up. What else have you dreamed of, Trace?"
Her blush was adorable. "This."
"This what?" He needed her to say the words.
"You. Here. Talking about... you know. Taking me in hand. I've helped so many clients through their conflicting feelings about submission and punishments, yet I've never had anyone interested in my personal submission. I'm..." Tears threatened to fall. Her next words cut him. "I'm scared."
"Ah, Traci, honey, I understand, but I care about you. Let me show you how much. Please."
She answered him with a deep, open-mouthed kiss, grinding her ass into his lap, which sent his cock into a state of emergency. He had to push down the waves of desire her surrender sent through his body. Sean briefly considered pressing her to the carpet to claim her hard and fast, but pushed the idea aside since he needed to punish her first before pleasuring her.
"Damn. You're distracting me. Now, before things go any farther, I need your answer."
"Which one is that?"
"Don't play coy. Are you consenting to me taking you in hand this weekend?"
She barely paused before answering like the perfect sub he suspected she would become. "Yes, sir. I'm consenting."
"That's my good girl. Stand up and let me get a good look at you. I've missed you, Traci."
Sean helped her stand between his open knees and rested his hands on her hips as he pulled her closer. Anticipation danced in her eyes alongside a healthy dose of fear. He steeled himself to do what needed to be done. It was what they both needed.
"Let's get your pants pulled down." Sean reached for the waistband of her yoga slacks, hooking his fingers in as he slowly pulled both the pants and her panties down in one swoop. Traci might be nervous, but the glisten of excitement on the gusset of her panties betrayed her deeper emotions at the thought of a butt-blistering punishment. Her moan of embarrassment as he slid a finger through her slick labia had his cock straining for his own release.
He needed to stay focused to show her he was qualified to be her HoH. "I want you to go to your room and collect up your hairbrush and return here to me, baby."
Tears threatened to well up in her eyes again, yet other than giving a forlorn sigh at his request, she managed to shuffle towards her bedroom keeping her pants down around mid-thigh. He had missed her perfectly shaped ass. Traci was only gone a short minute before returning with the paddle-style wooden brush. She shyly displayed it to him.
"Very good. Now, let's get this over with so we can move on to more fun activities."
"Yes, sir."
Sean pulled her forward across his left thigh and helped her get settled as she lay at an angle to rest her upper body on the couch next to him. He hooked his right leg behind her legs, which trapped them and left Traci with little mobility. Her torso was pulled tight against his waist to further immobilize her. They froze for several long seconds, each slipping into their respective new roles.
He had read many advice blogs about delivering effective punishments, yet as with anything, there could be a world of difference between reading and practical application. His first tentative swat to Traci's right butt cheek fortified his resolve, so he made the following volley of warm-up swats much harder. The sound of the slap of his hand as it connected with her creamy ass filled the space. It only took a couple dozen spanks for Traci to add her own little moans.
Since he was only in the warm-up phase of her punishment, he could tell she was enjoying her time over his lap a bit too much. The next dozen spanks that he delivered to her sit spot had her moans turning to less-pleasurable groans. By the end of her warm up, she'd reached back in an attempt to block his hand from connecting with her warmed skin.
"No hands, young lady. Put your hands under your body so you're not tempted to reach back again." When she didn't immediately follow directions, he spanked her until she rushed to comply. He stopped when her hands were safely tucked under her tummy. She'd shifted positions enough to give him a front row seat to see the conflicting emotions on Traci's face as she enjoyed the brief intermission.
It's time. Let's see if I have what it takes to do this.
Sean reached for the waiting hairbrush and took a few seconds to rub the smooth wood across her bottom. Traci shivered as she felt the unforgiving hardness caressing her bottom. He could feel her apprehension as she waited for her first punishment spanking at the hands of her new HoH.
He felt like he'd been given a second audition for the starring role in Traci's life and he was determined not to fail her again. Sean lifted the heavy brush and cracked it down to her flesh. It left a rectangular red splotch in its wake. He didn't give either of them time to back out, delivering a steady stream of strokes across her raised ass. As her struggles to wiggle away from him increased, he tightened his grip holding her in place. When she managed to free her right leg, he allowed it, then stopped to push her legs apart while pulling her body up closer to him. The result was that her open legs straddled his left leg. He may have lost control over her right leg, but he now had better access to her open pussy grinding against his jeans.
Sean lost track of how many swats he delivered, focusing instead on Traci's reactions to her punishment. The sound of her high-pitched squeaks came in time with his steady swings of the brush. She struggled, still fighting his authority over her. Sean pushed down his initial desire to comfort her and began a lecture instead.
"Stop fighting me on this, Traci."
"But it hurts."
"Yep. Unclench your ass cheeks."
"But then it will hurt worse!"
"That's the point."
She didn't respond immediately so he delivered several harder swats to get her attention. It worked.
"Ooooo... that's too hard!"
"I'll back it down when you've unclenched and start accepting your punishment. Not a minute before."
It took her a half dozen more full force swats before she released the tension in her body, going limp like a wet noodle in his arms. Her gorgeous pink ass now jiggled under the flattening strikes with the wooden hairbrush. Her squeaks were now low groans mixed with increasing tears.
"Very good, Traci. Now talk to me. Tell me why you are being paddled this morning?"
Between her crying sobs, Traci answered in stops and st
arts. "Because I... put myself down... and didn't take care of... myself like you... want me to. I'm so... sooorrrryyy." Her final word was timed with an especially hard volley to her sit spots. Back and forth Sean branded her with the hairbrush until she lay limp in her submission, taking her punishment like a very good girl. Despite the pain he knew she was feeling, he was perfectly aware of her arousal wafting up around them. It made him feel less guilty for the growing erection that strained his pants.
Sean was surprised at how easily he had fallen into his new role. He'd been so worried he would balk at the first sign of her distress.
Traci continued to whimper for several minutes after he put the hairbrush aside. His caresses of her ass quickly turned from comforting to urgent as she spread her legs wider and ground her clit against his jeans. He chuckled at her resourcefulness. He pulled her to sit on his lap, which left her pants and panties to fall down her legs to the floor.
Sean comforted Traci as she snuggled against him, loving the intimacy they shared after their personal display of submission and dominance. He was unprepared for the intense feeling of satisfaction coursing through his veins after taking a woman in hand for the first time in his life. New emotions had him wanting to pound on his chest before claiming her as his with a deep thrust of his cock.
Unable to deny their pleasure a moment longer, Sean lunged forward with Traci in his arms. He wasted no time by relocating, but opted for the soft carpet. Traci was laid out before him as a look of wanton desire swept across her gorgeous face. She watched with wide eyes as he stood to throw off his clothes, and grabbed a condom from his jeans pocket. Their eyes locked as he slipped the protection into place. He waited for Traci to drop her gaze to his impressive tool. She licked her lips nervously as she took in his girth as he knelt between her legs, reaching to swipe his fingers through her folds to ensure she was ready for him.
He'd longed to be inside her again for weeks and he couldn't wait any longer. Lining up his cock, Sean ground forward in one long stroke, impaling Traci before leaning down to capture her lips in an urgent kiss. His tongue claimed her mouth as his cock possessed her dripping core, fusing them together. He knew he'd missed her, yet he wasn't prepared for the emotional upheaval their intimacy introduced. Pushing his emotions aside, he focused on making sure he satisfied her. They could make love later. Right now, he needed to reclaim her as his.
Their bodies slapped together in a frantic dance of tender and rough—fast and slow. He trapped her body against the carpeted floor, his thrusts hard enough to begin scooting them along the floor. "Damn, I'm not going to last long. I've missed you so much, Traci."
Through her lingering tears, he watched her answer him by crashing into her own orgasm. The contractions of her snug sheath brought him closer to his own release. Kneeling up to change their angle, he pulled Traci's hips up off the floor and kept her quivering body flush with his as he renewed his fast pounding. Determined to extend her pleasure into a second orgasm, Sean reached to stroke her, his wiggling thumb pressing her swollen nub in a circle as his cock now touched new spots deep inside her.
He loved her look of surprised ecstasy as his thrusts took on the speed of a piston. This drew out a wailing cry from Traci as she exploded into her biggest orgasm yet as he released spurts of hot cum into the condom – the only thin barrier to their complete intimacy. Only after his heartbeat had returning to a normal pace did Sean lean down to kiss Traci's trembling lips.
"Wow. Sean, that was... "
"Amazing? Hot? Addicting?"
"All of the above."
"I predict it's going to be a very good weekend."
CHAPTER EIGHT
The weekend was flying by too fast. As Traci lay in Sean's arms Sunday morning, she had her first quiet moment to take stock of the amazing last twenty-four hours. Relief at finding out the feelings she had felt for Sean had been real in Chicago fought with panic at remembering he'd be leaving again the next day. She'd been attracted to Sean from the moment they'd met, but this newer version of him that was working so hard to convince her he was interested in a dominant/submissive relationship was irresistible. Traci only prayed she didn't get her heart crushed along the way.
Her phone on the nightstand dinged with an incoming text message as she replayed their time together in her head. She reached to silence it before the alert woke Sean. Traci groaned when she saw that it was Hallie reminding her that the 4th of July community picnic started in a few hours. With Sean here, she knew she'd much rather stay in bed all day. She was just about to text her regrets when he surprised her, reaching out to spoon her closer.
"Good morning, sunshine. I love waking up next to you. Who is texting you this early on a Sunday morning?"
"Morning. It's just Hallie, my sister-in-law. She's saying happy 4th. Today is the holiday."
"I almost forgot. What do you normally do today? Any traditions?"
"Not really. I try to spend it with Troy when I can, but we've missed a lot of holidays with him being in the Air Force for so many years."
"Well, I'd love to meet Troy and Hallie today. Should we invite them over here?"
Traci wasn't sure she wanted them to meet. That would make it even harder if—when—they broke up and Sean headed back to Chicago, never to return again. "They're going to another party so they can't make it."
"Well, that sucks. I know I've never met Troy, but I'm not sure I like the fact that he'd go to a party and leave you to fend for yourself on the holiday. I would expect him to invite you along with them."
Traci was torn between trying to defend her brother with the facts and wanting to stay home alone with Sean for the day. Loyalty to Troy won. "Don't be mad at Troy. He did invite me. I just don't want to go to a party today is all. We can have a party for two."
"As fun as that sounds, I'd rather meet Troy and Hallie. They are important to you so that means they are important to me."
"I get that, Sean, but I'm not ready to—"
"To what? Be seen in public with me? Am I an ogre?"
"No! You know that's not how I feel."
"Do I?"
"Well, you should."
"Listen, if you don't want to go to a party, that's one thing, but I'd like to meet your brother."
"But—"
"Traci." The way he declared her name with such strength made her insides flip-flop. It was the tone Troy used with Hallie—Adam used with Gina—Brent used with Char. It was the HoH tone.
How did he learn that without any coaching?
Her "yes, sir" flew out of her mouth with ease. Sean's happy grin told her how much he liked the sound of those two little words.
"What are the options for the day?"
"There's a community picnic and pool party this afternoon with fireworks at dusk. They wanted to stop by to pick me up on the way."
"That's perfect! That way I'll get to meet other people from town."
Traci scrambled for excuses. "But I didn't plan on going. I don't have any food made to take."
"I saw your fridge. You're stocked up. We'll find something to take."
Traci had never discussed how unique Corbin's Bend was with Sean. She had to quickly calculate the risks of taking him to a community party. They needed to discuss the possibility of the topic of spanking coming up as they mingled. She wasn't sure she was prepared for that discussion yet.
"It's just Corbin's Bend parties can be... unique."
"How unique can it be? It's a 4th of July picnic. It should be fun."
"But—"
"It will be fun, Traci. Trust me."
The thing is, she did trust him. So much so that when Sean took her phone to text Hallie back, she let him. After the message was sent, he handed the phone back. Her eyes widened as she read his message.
Text to Hallie:
Can't wait for the party. Stop by my house first because I have a surprise for you before we leave.
Hallie texted back immediately.
I love surprises! We'll be there
at 1pm.
Sean saw the return message and got a naughty glint in his eye. "That's perfect. We have a few hours to get our day off to a good start before we have to shower and put clothes back on. Any special requests on how we should spend our morning, Ms. Jackson?"
Traci giggled as he tickled her. "Oh, I trust you to think of a few things to keep us busy."
"Indeed. I can think of many things."
Sean was ready and waiting for Traci to finish her primping when the doorbell rang a few minutes before one. He hated to admit it, but he was a bit nervous at the prospect of meeting Troy. Traci was a thirty-year-old woman, yet Sean was worried that her brother might not take kindly to Sean showing up unannounced and staying the weekend.
"Traci? You ready? They're here."
From the back bedroom came a stifled shout. "He's always so damn early. I'm not ready!"
"Don't worry about it. I'll get the door."
"No! I should get it." She came rushing out in her robe, her damp hair wrapped in a towel, swami style.
Sean stopped her before she got to the front door. "Honey, do you think your brother is going to want to meet me with you standing next to me half dressed?"
Traci glanced down, blushing. "Maybe not, but—"
He turned her and smacked her ass playfully to get her moving towards her bedroom. "Go finish getting ready. I've got this. I promise, we'll be fine."
She looked back over her shoulder, unsure if leaving the two men she cared so much about to meet on their own was a good idea or not. His second playful slap got her moving.
Sean took a deep breath before unlocking the door and pulling it wide. He fought back a chuckle at the surprised looks on the couple standing on Traci's porch. The three of them stood frozen for several long seconds before Sean reached out his hand. "You must be Traci's brother, Troy. It's so nice to finally meet you." Sean pumped his hand up and down, doing all of the work because the tall man he had to look up to was standing in stunned silence.