by Rose Nickol
When he got her to the room, he sat in an overstuffed chair that was provided and pulled her to stand in front of him. “Do you remember the rules I told you about before we came in the Club?” he asked her.
“Yes,” she answered him, trying to remember everything he had told her.
“Did you break any of those tonight?”
“I…well…maybe,” she answered, still trying to remember what he had said. She must have done something or he wouldn’t be questioning her.
Raising his eyebrows, he looked at her. “Maybe?”
“I…didn’t ask permission to talk to any of the people that stopped to see me and I haven’t been calling you Sir or Master?” she asked him hesitantly, even though she knew this was the correct answer.
“So, what do you think I should do about that?” he asked her, wanting to see her reaction.
“Umm…well…you said you would punish me, I guess we could just go home and go to bed and not play.” She didn’t like this idea, but didn’t know what else to suggest.
“That would punish me, too. Do I need to be punished?” he asked her, wanting to push her a little.
“No, but I don’t know what else to say.” She was chewing on her bottom lip.
“What about a paddling? Would that be punishment?” he asked her, looking toward the paddles hanging on the wall.
“A paddling? With a paddle?” she asked, looking around at the implements hanging on the walls, just now noticing them. There were several paddles, straps, crops and other things she didn’t know what to call hanging. What would he use? He had paddled her once before, and that had been ok, but would this time be the same?
Standing up, Alan turned Theresa toward the rack of implements, and walked her to stand in front of them. “Which one do you think I should use?” he asked her, sweeping his hand over the arrangement.
Still chewing her lip, Theresa looked wide-eyed at the selection. What would hurt the least? Would he really let her choose? What if the one she picked really hurt? She reached her hand tentatively toward the wall, only to pull it back quickly, like she had been burned.
“I…I don’t know. How do I choose?” She turned her head to look at him.
“Do you want me to pick?” he asked her, amusement in his voice.
“I don’t know,” she answered again. Afraid to pick and afraid not to.
“If you don’t pick one, I will have to. I’m going to count to ten and if you haven’t chosen something by then I will,” he told her, walking back to the chair and leaving her alone to choose.
“Oh,” Theresa said in a small voice, looking at everything in front of her.
“One, two…” Alan started counting slowly, waiting several seconds between each number to give her time to look and touch.
Theresa reached out and tentatively touched a small ping-pong-like paddle. One side was leather and the other was wood. It didn’t look like it could hurt too bad and it was small. She remembered how the paddle he had used the other night felt, and had second thoughts. Then she looked at something that looked like a small fly swatter, that would sting, but it was also small.
“Seven, eight…” she heard Alan say in the background. Time was almost up. There were bigger paddles, but she was sure they would hurt more. She didn’t even want to think about him using a strap on her, sure that would really hurt. There were canes and switches, but she didn’t like the look of those either. Grabbing the small fly-swatter-like thing, she took a deep breath and turned to him.
“This,” she said firmly.
“Are you sure?” he asked her, sure she didn’t know that it was called a clit whip and used primarily on that part of a woman’s anatomy.
“Yes,” she stated, more confident this time.
“Do you know where that is meant to be used?” he asked her.
“On the bottom, where else would someone be spanked?” she said quickly.
“There are several places I will use that, but first you need to be naked,” he said, as he pulled her toward him, and started lifting her dress.
“Several places, you are going to spank me somewhere beside on the bottom?” She was not so sure of her choice now.
“Yes, I’m going to spank you on other parts of your body. I can punish you wherever I feel that you deserve it.”
“Oh,” she answered, really unsure of her choice now. Where would he choose to use it? She had never thought about him using it other places. Thinking back to some of the books she read, she now realized where he could use that small whip.
“Lift your arms, this needs to come off,” Alan told her as he lifted her dress, skimming the backs of his hands over her from thigh to just below her arms while pulling the dress up.
Without thinking, Theresa complied, still mulling over all the places he could use the small whip and wondering how much it would hurt.
“Are you scared?” Alan asked her, not wanting her to be too overwhelmed.
“A little, maybe,” Theresa answered truthfully.”
“Do you remember the safe words I told you about?”
“Yes.”
“What are they and what do they mean?” He wanted to make sure she knew she had the power to stop this.
“Yellow for slow down, and red, everything stops for the night and we go home.”
“Right and you won’t be scared to use them?”
“No, I’ll use them.” Theresa hoped this was true, but she was so afraid of disappointing Alan that she didn’t think she would call a stop even if it got to be too much.
“Okay, I don’t want you to talk any more unless I ask you a question or you need to use one of your safe words. I’m going to restrain you for your punishment. No coming unless I give you permission. Understand?”
Theresa swallowed a couple times and took a deep breath. “Yes,” she said in a small voice.
Alan backed her up against the wall. Embedded in the wood there were several eye hooks at various heights for restraining subs. Taking a soft silk scarf from the drawer in the dresser, he tied both her wrists together and fastened them over her head.
He then got a spreader bar and showing it to her explained that he was going to use it to keep her legs apart.
When he had her positioned as he wanted her he picked up the small whip and slapped it on his hand a few times. Turning to her, he took it and trailed it over her mouth, barely touching her skin. Moving it slowly and grazing her skin, he trailed it down her neck and over her collarbone to the top of her breasts.
“These are very sensitive, how would it feel if I were to use this here?” he asked, lightly smacking the top of one breast.
“Would it hurt worse on the nipple?” He smacked her nipple lightly next. He knew he wasn’t hitting hard enough to hurt, just light taps to waken the nerve endings.
“Oooohhhh,” she moaned.
He reached down and felt between her legs. “Like that did we, what if I did it a little harder?” He tapped her other breast a little harder, first on the top, then on the nipple.
Feeling the gush of wetness between her thighs he tapped each breast again, a little harder this time. He went back and forth between each breast until they were both red and her nipples engorged and swollen.
Leaning down he took one nipple in his mouth and sucked.
Theresa arched her back and moaned, wanting, needing more. She didn’t know how she could be enjoying this, but she was. She wanted more, she wanted Alan to use the whip on her clit and she wanted to see what else he could do with it. She didn’t know anything could feel this good.
“Oh God, that feels so good, Sir, please.” She couldn’t help herself. She wanted and need more, bucking her hips and trying to get him to touch where she needed touched.
“Shh, I said no talking,” he said as he reached down and pinched her clit, hard.
“Aahhh,” she screamed, feeling her orgasm start. “I’m coming, I can’t help it.”
Reaching down, he manipulated her clit until she was
hanging limp and spent. He quickly unfastened her and flipping her over his shoulder moved her to the bed. Laying her down, legs still attached to the spreader bar, he walked to the wall and grabbed a medium-sized paddle.
Laying the paddle on the side of the bed beside the small whip, he lay down beside her and pulled her into his arms. Kissing the top of her head, he held her and rubbed her back, soothing her down from her orgasm.
Talking quietly, he told her what a bad girl she had been by talking and coming without permission and all the things he had planned for her. He couldn’t believe how perfect she was. So far she had taken everything he had dished out and wanted more. He had never seen a woman who would let go the way Theresa did. She was perfect for him. He was never going to let her go.
Chapter Eighteen
Once Theresa had come down from the intense orgasm Alan had given her, he attached her hands to the top of the bed and fastened the spreader to the foot.
Then taking the small whip he gently tapped her mound. Using one hand he spread her folds and tapped her clit with the whip, not applying too much pressure until he saw how she responded. Gradually increasing the pressure, he brought her to orgasm again and again. Eventually, she was worn out and no longer responded. Alan knew he had pushed her enough for one session and, removing his pants, lay down beside her to let her rest before they continued.
He held her in his arms and let her rest, soothing his hands over and over her body. He couldn’t seem to stop touching her.
After she had slept for about an hour, he woke her, unable to hold his lust back any longer. Crawling over her, he slowly inserted himself into her welcoming warmth, not waiting until she was fully awake. Holding himself back, he slowly pushed in. He took her mouth and slipping his tongue between her lips, explored her mouth, thrusting with his hips in the same rhythm.
Theresa became awake as she felt Alan crawl over her and work himself between her legs. Her arms were still attached to the head of the bed and her legs were still attached to the spreader bar. All she could do was kiss him back and take what he gave her.
He moved slowly between her legs, and her brain screamed more and faster. With his mouth covering hers, all she could do was accept what he was doing, hoping he could read her body and understand she wanted more. Thrusting her pelvis toward him, she accepted him in.
Alan felt Theresa’s response and thrust harder and faster. Reaching one hand between her legs, he rubbed her clit and brought her to orgasm again, and again before he came himself.
Collapsing on top of her, he lay panting for a few minutes, before moving to the side. Catching his breath, he went to the bathroom and cleaned himself, then took a warm cloth and cleaned Theresa. He removed the spreader and released her hands. Pulling her on top of him, they once again slept. The paddling could wait.
Waking several hours later, Alan decided to take Theresa home. He still owed her a punishment, but it could wait. He just wanted to take her home and cuddle her for the remainder of the night.
The next morning Alan woke before Theresa, he had a message from his lawyer on his phone. The news was not good. Apparently, Theresa had used the same lawyer Joe’s father had used. The man was a fool. He had drafted deeds for the house in Theresa’s name and in Joe’s and was trying to get money out of both of them. Hopefully Theresa had copies of the wills showing that the house was left to her, if not there was going to be a big battle. Even with copies of the wills, there would be a court battle.
Chapter Nineteen
Alan didn’t really want to tell Theresa the news, but couldn’t keep it from her. He woke her and after she had showered and dressed, he took her out for breakfast.
“How do you feel about taking a drive, you don’t have to work today, is there anything else you need to do?” he asked her, thinking he would take a drive and talk to her then.
He drove them to Echo Lake and they got out to walk around and enjoy the scenery. Holding her hand, he led her to a picnic table near the lake and sat her down.
“Tell me what you know about your lawyer,” he said.
“I don’t know him that well, but he took care of everything for Vic and then Mom, before she passed. He was responsible for filing everything and seems to be competent.” She was wondering why he was asking. “Is something wrong?”
“Maybe, do you have copies of everything?”
“Yes, Mom insisted I keep a copy of everything. I have a lock box at the bank with copies of everything from my grandparents will giving the house to my mom and dad clear up to Mom’s will. Why?”
“There may be a problem. It appears the lawyer you are using drafted a deed in Joe’s name also, but if you have copies of all the wills and all the other paper work we will be able to fight it. We will have to go to court with Joe, but Kevin is confident that with the proper paper trail he can win.”
“Oh, God. I can’t lose the house, it’s all I have. What am I going to do. I can’t afford this. What a fucking mess. That asshole!” Theresa didn’t know whether to be mad or cry Then a thought hit her. “What if the paperwork isn’t correct? The same man has filed everything for the last fifteen years, what if he screwed with the rest of it?”
“We will take everything to Kevin and let him check into it, then we will fix what needs fixing if there is anything. We don’t know that he has done anything except the two deeds. Calm down until we know what we’re facing. I will help you get everything fixed. Please let me help you.” He held her hands tightly and looked deep into her eyes.
Theresa really didn’t have any choice except to trust Alan and his lawyer. She didn’t know anyone else to turn to and the person she had trusted had betrayed her. Just another letdown in her life.
Sighing, she said, “Okay, let’s get back to town and get to the bank before it closes. I want to get the paperwork to Kevin before today ends and see what he can do.” Now that she had a course of action, she wanted everything done with. The sooner it was done, the sooner she could get Joe out of her life and move on.
Alan saw the fire in her eyes and was glad. He was afraid she would let this get her down, and was glad to see her come up fighting.
He took her back to town and they got to the bank and Kevin’s office before closing. Promising to get back to them in a few days, Kevin’s paralegal, Pam, took Theresa’s copies and reassured them that she would get them to Kevin and he would start working on them right away.
Pam seemed nice, but there was something about the way she looked at Alan that bothered Theresa.
Theresa was working the next few days and glad of it. It helped keep her mind off things. Alan kept her busy the rest of the time. Joe still made his visits, but Theresa did her best to ignore his threats. There was nothing either one of them could do until the court date, and Theresa was tired of Joe trying to intimidate her.
It was Thursday, Theresa’s last night to work for the week. As much as she enjoyed the distraction of being at work, it was nice knowing she would have a few days off with Alan. They didn’t have any plans, just to enjoy each other’s company.
Theresa’s shift was almost over and she and Alan were sitting at the desk waiting to lock the doors for the evening, when Joe and some of his friends came into the Club.
Texting Evan and Dave, the owners of the Club, Alan stood as the men walked in, cursing and just being fools.
“Unless you have a membership here, you need to leave,” Alan told the group as he started crowding them toward the door. Dave and Evan happened to be in the Club that evening, and they came through the Club door in time to see Joe throw a punch at Alan, and a couple of the guys grabbed Theresa.
They quickly got between Alan and Joe, and handed Theresa to Alan. They really didn’t want Alan or Theresa going to jail and would like to handle the mess themselves.
“I just need to talk to my sis,” Joe started the same stuff again. “I need to get the money for the house.”
Alan answered him. “Joe the court date is set for Monday, and Th
eresa has a restraining order, you can’t come within one hundred feet of her. Unless you want to go to jail you need to leave.”
“I just need Theresa,” Joe said as he reached for her, apparently not wanting to or understanding what was going on.
Alan slipped Theresa behind him and turned to confront Joe. Dave and Evan got between Alan and Joe’s gang and started walking Joe and his buddies out of the Club.
“You boys, need to go on, now. Nothing is going to happen here tonight,” Dave said as he slowly walked them toward the door knowing once he got them out of the Club, he could lock the doors and let Denver Police deal with them. If Joe ended up in jail, it would be no loss. Alan and Theresa could stay at the Club as long as they wanted.
Dave and Evan got the men out and then locked the Club for the evening. “Let’s go have a drink and relax. Sadie was looking forward to talking to you, Theresa, she’s in our suite sleeping right now, but I know she’ll be awake soon,” Evan said, as he slipped his arm around Theresa’s shoulders and walked the group toward what used to be Dave’s suite, but was now a weekend retreat for Dave, Evan, and Sadie.
Chapter Twenty
Alan and Theresa ended up spending the night at the Club in one of the guest suites and the next day when they woke up, Alan had a surprise planned for Theresa. He knew she loved the mountains, and Kevin had a cabin they would be borrowing for the weekend. Somewhere out of the city where no one could bother them. He had it all planned and knew Theresa would love it.
“Where are we going?” Theresa asked Alan for the fourth time.
“I told you it’s a surprise. You’ll find out when we get there,” Alan answered for the fourth time.
“But I didn’t pack anything, are we going to come home tonight?”
“Stop trying to get clues, we’ll be there when we get there and I packed everything you will need. Now scoot that ass over here, and spread those legs. I had you wear a skirt for a reason and I want to play while I drive and you need a distraction. Now move it, and no coming until I tell you to or there will be a punishment when we get where we are going.” Alan patted the seat next to him, an indication that she should scoot over.
