by Rose Nickol
“I…I want to continue. I’m sorry. I’ll be better. Help me be better, Sir.” She had tears running down her face and she looked so sad.
“I’ll help you, baby, we’ll do this together,” he told her and leaned down to give her a reassuring kiss. Moving her back into position, he said, “Now, because you moved and spoke I’m going to add five more swats. Do not move and do not speak unless you need me to stop because you can’t take anymore and want everything to stop for today, understand?” He hadn’t talked to her about safe words yet, but she needed to know she could stop this.
“Yes, Sir,” Theresa answered him. She didn’t want him to stop. She wanted to be the woman he wanted and needed. She had never felt like this about any man in her life. If Alan walked away now, she didn’t know what she would do.
There were a lot of things she didn’t know about the BDSM lifestyle and she needed to learn more. She needed to find someone she could talk to. Hopefully she could befriend Rachel or one of the other girls at the Club and they would help her.
“Okay, Theresa, I’m going to start again now. We’ll start with one.” He caressed both ass cheeks and slipped his hand into her slit to see if she was wet. She was and he could tell by her body’s responses that she was enjoying this more than she said, even if she didn’t know it.
“You are so wet, baby, good girl.” He commenced her punishment. He delivered the blows rapidly, but not as hard as he had the first two. He really didn’t want to hurt her and didn’t know how easy she would bruise.
After he had given her ten blows, he stopped and rubbed her clit, running two fingers up and down her slit, moving the moisture from her pussy to her clit and back hole. He rimmed her back hole with one finger, not applying much pressure.
“Ohhh,” she moaned, obviously liking what he was doing. He had told her not to talk, but she hoped he didn’t stop.
“My baby likes that. We will definitely be playing more there later. Good girl.” He continued with her punishment.
By the time he got to twenty-five slaps she was really sobbing. She was not just crying because he had punished her, but crying for all the losses in her life. Her father, her stepfather, her mother, even Joe was a loss. He was the brother she would never have. When their parents had gotten married, she thought she was getting an older brother to do all the things an older brother was supposed to do for a little sister. Someone to protect and teach her things. All she got was an asshole who bullied her and her friends and ran everyone out of her life.
Alan lifted Theresa into his lap and held her tight. He could tell she was sobbing for more reasons than just the spanking. For a lot of subs spanking or punishment caused a cathartic release. It appeared to have done so with her.
“Tell me, baby,” he said as he rubbed her back trying to soothe her.
So she did, she told him about her feelings and her hurts, how disappointed she was in her life. How she wished for more, but didn’t know how to make it happen, everything. It felt so good to let it all out.
Theresa had never told anyone about her childhood and how she had grown up being bullied by Joe and all his friends. It was a huge relief to tell someone. Alan was supportive and loving. He let her tell it all and didn’t interrupt.
Chapter Eight
Once Theresa had told Alan everything, it felt like the biggest weight had been lifted from her shoulders. She felt like a different person. She was free and could be who she wanted to be. Joe couldn’t hurt her anymore, she had Alan.
“Thank you, thank you, Sir.” She breathed as she looked up into his moss-green eyes and smiled. She wrapped one hand around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss.
He soon took over and before she knew it she was lying on her back in the middle of the bed. She was naked and Alan was beside her. When had he taken the teddy off of her?
“Are you ready for this?” he asked her, not wanting to overwhelm her. He was ready, but it had been an emotional afternoon already and he didn’t want to push her.
“Please, please, don’t make me wait any longer, please,” she pleaded at him.
“Okay, baby. No more waiting. I need to you to reach up and hold on to the head of the bed for me, can you do that?
“Yes, Sir,” she answered, wondering why she had to hold on to the head of the bed.
Alan quickly removed his pants and crawled back on the bed naked. Positioning himself with a knee on either side of her hips, Alan sat on Theresa’s thighs, effectively trapping her legs immobile.
Wow, she thought, he’s huge, how will that ever fit inside me? But she knew it would. She knew they would be perfect together.
“Now, I want you to listen to me,” he told her leaning over her with a hand on each side of her head. Looking down into her face, he kissed her slowly, taking time to explore her mouth, he nipped at her lips and swirled his tongue around hers. When she was breathless and panting, he said, “I want you to hold on to the head of the bed and not let go. If you want me to stop what I’m doing or you need to ask a question or something hurts, say yellow. If you want everything to stop and to go back to your house, say red. Okay?”
“Okay, why do I have to be quiet and hold on to the bed?” she asked. Didn’t he want her to participate?
“Because I asked you to,” he answered, kissing her again.
“Okay,” she answered in a small voice, still not sure she liked this.
Seeing the doubt and confusion in her face, Alan eased himself onto his side beside her and with one hand began caressing her. He trailed his hand from her shoulder to her breast, just barely brushing her nipple. “Baby, I’m going to make it good for both of us. You need to trust me and just feel.”
Cupping her breast, he felt her relax and he kissed her again. “Good girl.” He smiled at her. Using his thumb he brushed over her nipple, back and forth watching the little bud tighten into a hard little pebble. Leaning down he took the pebble in his mouth and sucked, hard.
She arched off the bed as she moaned, “Ohhh.” Rubbing his hand over one nipple and sucking the other he switched back and forth until she was moaning and arching off the bed constantly.
When he lifted his head, she reached down to move it back. “No, no, no, baby. These need to stay up here. Let me help you.” He reached into the bag and brought out a couple soft scarves. Threading them around the bed he took each of her wrists and gently tied them.
“You’re tying me up?” she asked in a shaky voice.
“Just helping you to remember to keep your hands up. Do you want me to stop?”
“No, I…”
“Do you trust me, Theresa?”
“Yes.”
“You know I won’t hurt you?”
“Yes.” She realized that she did. She trusted this man with her body, heart and soul. She knew deep down inside that Alan would never hurt her, never go beyond what she could tolerate and would always consider her first. “Yes,” she said again. “I know you won’t hurt me, Sir, please help me to be what you want.”
Alan could see the surrender and trust in her eyes and gloried in it. He had never felt this with another woman. Not even with his wife.
He moved back down the bed and back to her breasts. Licking and sucking until her had her moaning and writhing again, he slowly trailed his hand down to her mound. Slipping one hand in her slit he trailed his fingers from her pussy to her clit. He rubbed the hard little nub until she was almost screaming.
Slipping one finger inside her he fucked it in and out, applying pressure to her clit with his thumb. Biting each nipple gently, he licked and sucked his way down to her clit, swirling his tongue around it.
“Ohhhhh,” she moaned arching her hips off the bed. “More, more, more.”
“Yes, baby, lots more.” He took her clit into his mouth and sucked, gently grazing it with his teeth.
“I…I…I’m coming, oh, oh, oh,” she panted. “Please, please, please.”
He added a second finger to her pussy, moving them in and out
and back and forth, stretching her for his cock.
“Come for me, come now,” he told her as he sucked her clit hard and pinched her nipple.
She screamed his name in release and tossed her head back and forth.
Grabbing a condom, he quickly applied it and positioned himself between her legs. “Baby, this will hurt for a minute, but after that it will all be better,” he told her as he started to gently push his way into her tight channel.
Pulling out and pushing further back in each time until he reached the barrier he needed to break, He looked at her, “take a deep breath, baby, this will sting.”
Theresa took a deep breath and waited. This was the moment she’d been waiting for, after this she would no longer be a lame virgin. That fact that she was with Alan only made it better.
From the first time she saw him, she wanted him. Then when he started paying attention to her, she didn’t believe it could be real. Why would a man like him want a girl like her? He was everything she had been looking for, tall, handsome and wasn’t afraid to be seen talking to her.
“Ooohh,” she squeaked when he pushed in.
“Relax, that’s as bad as it gets.” He leaned down and kissed her, rubbing her clit harder and faster. He pumped in and out of her, keeping up the pressure on her clit. “Come for me, baby,” he told her holding back his own release until she found hers.
He found his release as she screamed his name, falling on her. He pushed himself to the side so as not to squish her. After untying her hands, he pulled her tightly to him and held her close until both their breathing calmed.
“Are you okay?” he asked, looking in her eyes.
“Oh yeah, better than okay.” She pulled him in for a kiss and nuzzled into his neck. “Can we do that again?” She nibbled on his neck.
“Yes, we will do that again, but you need to heal a little before we do. You’ll be lucky if you can walk now.” He laughed at her.
“Who needs to walk when we can do that?” She laughed back at him.
“I think I created a monster. Rest now, minx, then we’ll take a hot bath and go back to your place. By then this old man should be ready to show you who’s in charge here.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said, snuggling down on his chest as he rolled onto his back, pulling her on top of him.
He held her for a few minutes, then moved her off of him and got up to go to the bathroom, “I’ll be right back, baby, stay there,” he told her.
Like she could move even if she wanted to. She was boneless. Nope, no bones, no muscles, just liquid Theresa.
He came back from the bathroom with a warm rag, and gently wiped her thighs and mound, parting her folds and wiping there, too. “What…what are you doing?” she squeaked, trying to close her legs, embarrassed.
“Just taking care of you. It’s ok, relax.”
“I can do that. I’ll just go take a shower or something.” She was really embarrassed. She struggled to get up.
“I said lie still, I’ll take care of you,” he said giving her a stern look and putting a hand on her stomach to hold her still.
“But…I…” she stuttered.
He lightly slapped the outside of her thigh and shook his head. Like she could move anyway. She needed to be still and let him do this for her. She was young and new, but he could teach her.
“Okay.” She finally gave in. She couldn’t remember anyone doing something like that for her before. Her mother may have when she was too young to do it herself, but no one had ever wanted to take care of her before. She liked it. She felt cherished and wanted. Relaxing to his soothing touch, she closed her eyes.
Soon she felt him leave. Oh no, she thought, I’ve done something wrong and he’s leaving me. He doesn’t want to cuddle or hold me. Before she could get up to go and find Alan, he came back to the bed and lay down next to her. Rolling on his back, he pulled her on top of him, and pulled a blanket over them.
“Rest for a while, then we’ll take a hot bath and go back to your place. I just checked and the guys are going to be about three more hours, so we have some time,” he told her softly, as he tightened his arms around her and kissed her again.
“Okay, thank you.” She smiled and snuggled comfortably against him, turning so that she was lying mostly front to front with him, one arm over his shoulder and one leg open over his hip.
He reached down and cupped her ass with one hand and let out a sigh. It had been a long time since he’d had a woman in his bed. The women he’d been with since his wife died were mostly one night stands, and those usually happened at the woman’s place. He seldom let anyone into his home.
Chapter Nine
He lay there for a while just enjoying the feeling of having her in his arms. He usually wasn’t into cuddling much unless it was after care, but he enjoyed having Theresa in his arms and in his bed. This could become a habit. Now that he had her he wasn’t going to let her go.
He slept for a few minutes and woke to find Theresa still sleeping. He didn’t want to wake her or leave her lying alone in the bed, but he wasn’t one who laid in bed and did not normally take naps.
He enjoyed the feeling of her in his arms for a few minutes, then gently moved her to the side and got up quietly. He needed to pack a bag and he had promised his woman a bath. His woman, that sounded good.
Moving quietly around the room and watching Theresa to make sure she didn’t wake he quickly packed what he would need to stay a few days and a toy bag. If he was going to introduce her to the lifestyle he needed a few toys. He could always return home and get more things while she was working.
He needed to go shopping. He wanted to buy some new toys for her and she needed more of those teddies. It was going to be fun to rip them off of her.
Just thinking about all the things he was going to do to and with her made him hard again. Time to wake his girl up and put her in a hot tub and see what else they could do in there. He hoped she wasn’t too sore.
Walking into the bathroom that was attached to his bedroom, he filled the jetted tub with warm water and went to wake his girl.
Leaning down, he rolled her to him and pulled her into his arms. “Hey beautiful, time for that bath I promised you,” he said as he kissed her gently.
She reached her arms around him and smiled the most beautiful smile. “Okay.” She nodded against his lips, and he carried her to the tub.
Sitting in the tub with her in his lap facing him, he placed her legs on the outside of his and gently ran one hand through her slit. “How do you feel, are you sore?” he asked as he slipped one then two fingers inside her.
She gasped a little breath and sighed. “Not too bad. Just a little tender.”
“Are you up for another round?” he asked against her lips as he fitted himself to her.
“Oohh, yes Sir.” She wiggled and tried to take more of him.
“Easy, baby, don’t push it.” He snickered at his own joke. “Relax and take it gradually, you’ll be less sore that way.” The way he had positioned her on his lap allowed her to take control somewhat. He gripped the side of the tub and let her control how much she took and how fast.
She bounced up and down on his lap, not sure what to do. Frustrated, she looked at him. “Help me.”
He took her hips and told her, “Just rock back and forth like a rocking chair. Lean a little more forward each time. Easy.” He hissed that last word as she came forward quickly.
“I’m sorry, did I hurt you?” she asked, biting her lip.
“No, baby, it’ll be better for you if you go slow until you have all of me,” he told her, gently taking control of her hips.
He rocked her back and forth, going a little deeper each time until neither of them could take it anymore. Gripping her hips tightly, he told her, “Reach around my neck and hold on. We’re going for a ride.”
She smiled and grabbed onto his neck, holding on tightly. Holding her hips he lifted her up and down rapidly setting the pace. Her clit rubbed up against him with ea
ch pass and soon they both came, her screaming his name and him with an animalistic howl.
She fell against him, spent and limp. He sat for a few minutes holding her before he lifted her and took them both to the walk in shower, adjusting the water and letting it warm before walking in with her.
He set her on the built-in bench in the shower, and took the handheld attachment and washed her hair first, then every inch of her. Rinsing her, he quickly washed himself and then carrying her out of the shower, stood her long enough to dry her and then himself.
He took her into the bedroom and sat her on the edge of the bed. “Stay there,” he told her, and went to the other bathroom to get her clothes. As nice as the teddy was, she couldn’t wear it home. She needed other clothes.
He put her clothes on the bed beside her, telling her, “Wait I’ll help you,” and turned to dress himself.
She reached for her clothes and started to dress.
“I told you I would help you, wait for me,” he told her.
“I’ve been dressing myself for a number of years now, I think I got it,” she told him, wondering why she needed to wait.
He walked quickly over to the bed and pulled her across his lap. He swatted her ten times and flipped her back over.
Sniffling, she glared at him and asked, “What was that for?”
“Because I asked you to do something and you didn’t and because of your attitude when you answered me,” he answered, holding her chin so she couldn’t look away from him.
“This isn’t fair. I don’t know the rules and I don’t know how to play this game,” she pouted.
“Theresa, this is not a game. It’s a lifestyle. I know you are very new, but you’re a smart girl. The rules are easy. Do what I say when I say it and you will be fine. It’s about trust. You need to trust me to take care of you and know what you need. I won’t tell you what to do all the time, but waiting for me to help you dress is a small thing, not having an attitude when you answer me is respect for me as a fellow human being. I don’t think I’m asking too much here.”
