Covert Cravings

by Maggie Carpenter

  “Really? You really feel that way?” she asked, staring at him.

  “Of course. I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t feel it. But that doesn’t mean that I’m not going to punish you, and I do mean punish you,” he said sternly, “for lying to me – especially about something so important.”

  Emily felt the blush creep up her face and a very large whirling dervish replaced the tiny gymnasts and began to spin wildly in her stomach.

  “Our life together is changing. Has changed. Everything you have written about is going to happen,” he paused, letting her comprehend and process what he was saying. “From this moment forward we are in a D/s relationship. Can you – do you – accept that?”

  “Oh yes, Scotty. Yes, yes, yes, yes!” she cried, throwing her arms around him, planting kisses all over his face. “I love you, I love you!”

  “Ok – well, I guess we’re on the same page then.” Scott chuckled. “But you understand what that means. What that really means,” he warned, becoming serious.

  “I think so,” she replied, pulling back, all smiles.

  “Just to be clear. I’m in charge,” he said, holding her upper arms tightly, fixing her with his gaze. “I expect you to do as you’re told. If you don’t listen, you will get punished. You’ll be walking around with a sore backside much of the time, not just because I know you and I know you’ll be deserving, but because I find it immensely pleasurable to spank you.”

  “Scott,” Emily sighed, unexpectedly feeling a wave of emotion, “you have no idea how happy I am right now. I want nothing more. Nothing!”

  It was contagious. Scott swallowed hard. Rarely did he feel overcome, but looking at the adorable freckles sprinkled across the bridge of her nose, her sparkling eyes brimming with her submissive tears, her unbridled love and acceptance filling his heart, he honestly thought it would burst. With a quick easy motion he flipped her over on to her back.

  “I love you, Emily Parker,” he whispered, and lowered his lips on to hers. His tongue darted in her mouth and he felt his cock swell. He pressed his mouth against hers and pushed his hardness against her belly.

  The kiss was wet and long and devouring.

  “Close your eyes, baby, and keep them closed,” he ordered, and jumping off her lithesome body he quickly undressed, then moved to her closet to find a scarf. Moments later she was blindfolded, moaning with her pent up need.

  Running his hands across the soft silkiness of the negligee, he pinched and squeezed her breasts and nipples, following the red arms of the embroidery winding its way around them. She was moaning and wriggling to his touch – the fabric adding a sweet sensation to his attention. Slowly, he pulled the hem up and over her body, resting it over her face, exposing her exquisite nakedness below. Each nipple was sucked and tongued languidly, as though he had the rest of his life to find his way to the rest of her.

  “Scott – Scott – that’s amazing,” she groaned. “Please touch my pussy. Please, please, please.”

  “Not yet, baby,” he crooned. “You have to really be begging, and then I’ll fuck your brains out.”

  “Oooohhh, but I am begging. Seriously begging. Please?” she pleaded.

  Sliding his mouth down her body, kissing and licking as he moved, he found his way between her legs and focused on her inner thighs. He felt her shudder as he traced his nails across her tender skin, then allowed his tongue to follow the red, thin lines. He reached his hands under her ass, clutching her cheeks, salaciously squeezing, eliciting a loud groan.

  “Oh God, Scott, I can’t stand it. Please ––” she begged.

  Ignoring her pleas he continued sucking and licking her milky white skin, and she lifted her hips, allowing his hands to knead her cheeks. She gyrated and tried to move herself so his tongue would slip against her sex, but his grip on her backside was strong and he was holding her firmly, keeping her just as he wished. He continued the torment for several minutes, until she was banging her closed fists on the bed.

  “Remind me to tie you up next time,” he said, lifting his head. “Such a little tantrum thrower you are.”

  “Oh, Scotty, I just want you so bad,” she whimpered.

  “I think I believe you,” he replied. “Let’s check shall we? Roll over and up on your knees. But on your elbows not your hands!”

  She groaned in hopeful relief and quickly positioned herself as instructed. She felt sexy as hell, her bottom so high in the air. Hands and knees was one thing – common even – they did that all the time. But this? This was another first.

  He landed some quick sharp slaps, then slithered his fingers under the elastic waistband of her panties and slid them down, letting them rest mid thigh.

  “Oh, baby, this is a gorgeous sight,” he smiled, slipping his finger where she had so desperately been wanting him.

  “Oooohhhh, Scotty,” she moaned. “Please fuck me,” she pleaded.

  “You’re deliciously wet,” he said, slithering two fingers deep in her crevice. “So yes, I think you really do want me.”

  Gripping her hips he punched into her and began pumping with slow, measured, powerful strokes.

  “Ooooh, Scotty. That’s amazing,” she cried. “You feel so – oh my God...”

  He kept his pace slow and strong until she began wiggling, asking for more.

  “You wanna be fucked faster, little girl?!” he growled.

  “Yes, sir,” she mewed. “I do!”

  He pumped forward with strong, surging strokes and she rose up on her hands to better move against him. He was pummeling her, and out of habit she brought her hand between her legs, but she could feel that same overwhelming wave she’d experienced the night she had climaxed without her busy fingers. The night he rode her to the brink!

  She dropped her hand away and focused on the deep, robust thrusts. The balloon that had been hovering grew thick, just as it had before. It was ready, so ready, and she buried her head in the pillow. It was coming, she could feel it, and suddenly it happened. A huge orgasmic tsunami washed over her.

  Her muffled screams propelled him forward and he detonated, his stream of hot cream filling her depths and when their violent eruptions finally abated, they collapsed next to each other, sweating, spent and exhausted.

  “Oh my gosh,” Bunny breathed, the first to speak. “That was unbelievable.”

  She was still panting and Scott raised himself up on his elbow.

  “You said you want me to fuck you,” he said, panting. “Like the other night. Remember?”

  “I remember. It’s so incredible, this change in you. I mean, you’ve always been so…”

  “Gentle?” he interrupted.

  “Yes. Gentle and kind of – almost –”

  “I still can be. I gave you what seemed to make you happy – what satisfied you,” he said, then paused, catching his breath. “Emily,” he continued, “unless you tell me what you want, how do I know? You always seemed very responsive to my slow, gentle lovemaking,” he said, leaning over and kissing a breast.

  “I was. I am. I mean, I have always been very happy with you, Scotty,” she sighed. “Always.”

  He smiled.

  “Likewise. But now things are changing and we have rules, don’t we, Bunny?” he asked firmly.

  “Yes, sir. We have rules.”

  “You may continue your blog, but I want to see every entry before you publish. Got it?” he said, tapping her nose.

  “Yes, sir. I promise,” she replied, dutifully.

  “Which brings me to...” he paused, staring at her, seeing the expectancy in her eyes. “Your punishment.”

  “Oh. Really?” she asked, wide-eyed.

  “Yes. Really. Let’s see – it’s almost 7:15,” he began, then paused.

  “We’ll have a light dinner. After we finish you’ll clean up and I’ll come up here. I have some reading to do. You’ll stay downstairs until precisely 9pm. Then you will come up here. Following me so far?”

  “Yes,” she replied, wondering what was comin
g next, though she knew it had to involve a spanking.

  “You’ll go to the bottom drawer of my dresser there where you will find the hairbrush…”

  “The hairbrush?” she interrupted, her eyes wider still.

  “Yes, the hairbrush,” he repeated. “Don’t interrupt again,” he added firmly. “You’ll bring it over, kneel in front of me and ask me to punish you for lying and deceiving me. And I want a full admission of guilt and a request to be appropriately dealt with. Not all the reasons why. Got it?”

  “Ohhh, yes, sir.”

  “One more thing, Bunny. I may be new at this but I’m very clear about certain things,” he said sternly. “However, having said that, I also know I’m not perfect. You absolutely must communicate with me about anything and everything. It’s the only way this is going to work. If you think I’m being too hard on you about something, tell me. If you think a rule is unfair, tell me. Promise?”

  “I promise,” she replied. “I won’t hold anything back from now on.”

  “You better not,” he warned, but smiled as he said it. “Now let’s get cleaned up and go eat.”

  She snuggled him for a moment, smelling his skin, feeling his strong, muscled body, and thought she must be the luckiest girl in the world.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Emily was a nervous wreck. It was 8:55. In five minutes she would have to head up the stairs and fetch the hairbrush. He was going to spank her. He was going to spank her just the way she had described it in her blog. That meant – yikes. That meant he was really going to spank her. Not just tantalize her bottom.

  In the hour that had passed between having dinner and washing the dishes she had attempted to write another blog. It was impossible. She tried to watch television – no go. She didn’t even know what programs she was looking at. She paced, then wiped the counters in the kitchen, then went back online and researched, ‘Spanking With A Hairbrush’. But when she tried to read the articles and blogs she simply couldn’t focus.

  She kept telling herself not to be so crazy, but the more she did the crazier she became. Then suddenly it was 8:55. Looking back she saw it was now 8:57. An inspired thought danced through her head and she raced to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. Reaching in she grabbed the bottle of Vanilla Vodka and took a swig, wishing she’d thought of it before.

  It was time.

  Taking a deep breath she headed up to the bedroom and walked through the door. He was sitting in the chair reading, and when she entered he looked idly up from his book, then slowly closed it and placed it on the coffee table. She realized she was just standing there and hurried across to the dresser. Pulling open the bottom drawer where she saw the hairbrush… And a leather paddle… And a riding crop… And a flogger. She gulped. She had written about all of them in her blog.

  Holy crap! They look much worse in real life, she thought, picking up the hairbrush. Then she saw the other items: two blindfolds, several different sized dildos still in their packages, some lube...

  Lube? Why the hell would be have bought... Oh, no! Damn. I wrote about that too...

  “I’m waiting!”

  His voice broke her from her reverie and she jumped. Closing the drawer she turned to face him. He inwardly smiled. He had let her sit there for a minute or two so she could take in all the bits and pieces that he left there for her discovery. She looked quite shaken.

  “Sorry, sir,” she mumbled, then hurried over and kneeled in front of him.

  “Please put the hairbrush on the ottoman and stand up and remove all your clothes.”

  “Oh, yes, sir,” she stammered, and dropping the hairbrush she rose up and yanked off her jeans and T-shirt.”

  “Leave your socks,” he said, as she was about to pull them off. She stopped and looked at him, waiting for further instructions. “Now you may kneel,” he finished, and she immediately dropped in front of him.

  “Yes?” he asked.

  “Oh, I – uh – please, sir, would you spank me with this hairbrush. I lied to you for several months. I deceived you. I wrote a blog and kept it secret and didn’t tell you any of the things I was thinking about,” she blurted.

  “Emily,” he said slowly. “Let’s start again. You were just saying words. Words you think I want to hear. And I do want to hear them but they have to come from your heart. You have to mean them. Now start over and tell me how you really feel, and what you want me to do.”

  Oh Lord. He’s right. He’s always right!

  “Sorry,” she mumbled. “It’s just a bit strange for me. I mean…”

  “Take your time. Just talk to me. Honestly,” he coaxed.

  “Well,” she began, sitting back on her haunches, “I feel really –”

  “Kneel back up please,” he said, firmly, interrupting her. “Leaning back on your feet like that isn’t working for me.”

  “Oh? Yes. Sorry, sir,” she replied, and as she rose up on her knees she could feel the difference.

  “Um, yes. I see what you mean,” she mumbled.

  “Continue, please.”

  “Actually, kneeling here,” she began, feeling a blush rise across her face, “I am feeling really ashamed. I mean, really. I didn’t trust you. Not only did I not trust you, I was a coward. I realize that now. I don’t think I’ve ever been cowardly like that. I guess I was just scared that you’d reject me.”

  “What have I ever done to make you think I’d reject you?”

  “Nothing,” she sighed. “I was being stupid. Childish, and secretive, and oh, Scott, sir, I feel so guilty.”

  She looked up at him, then down at the hairbrush.

  “Please – I really need you to do this. I’m scared but I need you to spank me. Just like I wrote except, it matters. It’s not just a fun fantasy thing anymore. I need to be punished, properly punished. Not just for lying and deceiving you, but for hurting you. I’m really sorry,” she whimpered, and while offering him the hairbrush added, “Please, sir? Please will you spank me? I don’t want to feel guilty anymore. I want a fresh start.”

  He took the hairbrush from her hands and rolled it around his fingers.

  “Do you understand this is going to hurt? And I mean, really hurt?”

  Her face crinkled and she shifted uncomfortably on her knees.

  “Yes, sir,” she squeaked. “I do.”

  “And I’ll spank you as long and as hard as I see fit. If you start begging me to stop, I’ll have to spank you harder – and longer. Can you control yourself?”

  “I uh – I guess I’ll find out,” she quivered.

  “I guess you will,” he agreed. “Last chance. Are you sure?”

  She took a deep breath.

  “Yes. I’m sure. I deserve it.”

  “You most certainly do,” he said, his voice suddenly very stern.

  He rose from the chair and walked around her, and pulled the ottoman from its place in front of the fire, placing it directly in front of her.

  “Bend across it please,” he said, brusquely.

  Emily, thinking she was going to be across his lap, stared at it.

  “I’m waiting. And I’m getting tired of saying that. Bend over the ottoman. It’s quite simple.”

  Leaning forward she placed herself across the soft, padded seat. She saw him reach behind the chair and when he pulled his hand back he was holding a black satin scarf and several lengths of rope.

  “Oh my gosh. Scott? What are you going to do?”

  “Gag you if you ask such questions,” he answered, sharply. “Be quiet.”

  Gulping, she stayed still as he pulled the black sash across her eyes and tied it securely behind her head. Then taking her wrists he tied them quickly around the front legs of the ottoman, then did the same with her knees at the back. He was fast and efficient. Within a couple of minutes she found herself completely secured and unable to move.

  Settling in the chair he sat back and studied her. He was very unhappy with what she had done. It was interesting to feel aroused at the sight o
f her helplessness and upset with her for her actions. It was almost a conflicting set of emotions. But the more he thought about her duplicity the more he understood what he was feeling. He would have ample opportunity to warm her bottom for their mutual enjoyment. This was different. This was serious. She was a very naughty girl, and naughty girls get punished.

  He leaned forward and smoothed the back of the hairbrush against her bottom.

  “Are you ready?” he asked.

  “Yes, sir,” she squeaked.

  “You have been a very, very, bad girl. You lied, then lied some more, and it took action on my part to finally have you own up. Now you’re going to be dealt with. And, Emily, just to be clear, I’m very happy to be doing this. As far as I’m concerned you’ve needed a good spanking for some time. Blog or no blog this was inevitable.”

  “Ooooh, sir,” she whimpered, knowing he was absolutely right.

  When he started he wasn’t quite sure exactly how he intended to spank her, but the question was quickly answered. The hairbrush seemed to make its own decisions as it slapped across her rump. There was no target area. Her entire backside felt the sting of the wood as it smacked down. She was yelping and ouching but her cries meant nothing to him, except that the paddling was having the desired effect. She was being soundly spanked and her reactions simply confirmed the fact. He watched with satisfaction as her skin turned a bright hot pink. Several minutes passed until he paused and ran his hand across her cheeks. They were burning hot. He was sure her bottom was stinging significantly.

  “Well, Emily, what do you have to say for yourself?”

  “Ooooh, sir. I’m so dreadfully sorry. My bottom is burning. I know I deserve it, thank you. I’m so sorry. It hurts, though. I mean really.”

  “That is the point,” he remarked. “Have you learned your lesson?”

  “Oh yes. Yes,” she cried.

  He didn’t know why but her voice was telling him she needed more.

  “I think you will rest for a minute or two, and then I shall spank you some more. I’m not sure you’ve had enough. Do you think you’ve had enough?”

  “Oooh, sir,” she wailed. “I – uh – ohhhh…”