Captain, My Captain

by Maddie Taylor

  Still new to all things BDSM, Megan was told that the DM’s job was to ensure the physical safety of all involved in the play space at the club. This involved the public areas and the private theme rooms. He told her that their authority was absolute and could stop a scene if it became too physically intense for either the sub or the Dom involved. He reminded her that sane, safe and consensual was their goal in all play. It was no wonder most of the DM’s were big, brawny ex-military or police types, used to enforcing rules and order.

  The sole female DM was Mistress Rita. She was a petite redhead barely weighing in at 110 pounds. She spoke softly, but carried a big stick, which was actually a crop. Tony had warned her to toe the line around Mistress R. She was known to enjoy punishing naughty subs, both male and female, who violated club rules. Of course, being a collared sub, any punishment would require Tony’s permission, but Megan got the idea that he would go along with it if warranted.

  Megan was nervous. She didn’t want to mess up and embarrass Tony on her first visit. She was trying to relax on the back patio, pouring over her sub contract and notes from Tony and Regan on club protocols when she heard the garage door go up. Tony was home early. It was just 2:30 and they weren’t due to leave for dinner until six. She was getting up from her lounger to greet him when he stormed through the kitchen bellowing her name. He veered suddenly toward the patio door when he saw her and slammed the door open with considerable force. He stood with hands on his hips, staring at her, seething. Uh Oh!

  “What in the hell were you and Regan doing this morning?” he roared.

  Before giving her a chance to say anything else, he stomped across the patio and pulled her up by the armpits. He set her feet on the lounger so that she was standing on it and raised up to his eye level.

  “You gave Dano the slip, Megan. That is unacceptable. What is the meaning of evading your security team? This is not some fucking game.”

  “Uh…” she hesitated. Regan had been driving. She hadn’t told Megan she had lost their tail and therefore her protection until they got to the downtown area.

  “The truth, Megan. Don’t even think about lying to me. This is serious.” He gave her a little shake as if trying to bring her to her senses.

  Could she throw her sister under the bus? She looked into his angry brown eyes. Hell yes! Regan was a big girl and had her own Dom to deal with.

  “I’m sorry, Captain. But, it wasn’t really my fault. Regan was driving.”

  “When you found out she gave them the slip and you had lost your protection, what did you do?” He paused and waited. When she didn’t answer, he continued. “Exactly. You knew you were out there, in public, without a man on you and did nothing. Dano said it took an hour to locate you. You left your GPS at home and without visual, you could have been taken again and we wouldn’t have had any idea who had you, where you were or what was going on. Dammit, Megan!”

  He put her down on the patio and paced away from her. “This cannot fucking happen again. If I have to ground your ass or put you under house arrest, I’ll do it. You heard Rick say the next few weeks are critical. I will not fucking lose you again to these lowlifes. Do you understand me woman?”

  “Yes, Captain. I didn’t realize I was still so much at risk.”

  “That’s just it, Megan. We don’t know. We do know that Ramirez mentioned you to several others on his level. We don’t know whom else they told or how high up it went. When the shit starts hitting the fan, they may be looking at you for answers or to place blame. I will not allow you to be compromised again.”

  She watched him pace, like a caged lion. He was right. She should have called Dano when she realized they had lost him. She could have called Tony or Rick or Dex, too. But she didn’t. Regan had been acting funny. She had been a little hyper and distracted, especially after the quick stop by her doctor’s office to pick up some test results. She had waived Megan off with an excuse about needing information for her insurance company, but Megan hadn’t believed her. Something was up.

  “Captain, I...” She started, but had no excuse. She knew the hell he had been through when she was taken.

  “No excuses. I am going to punish you, Megan. I am that serious about this. But I’m too angry right now.” He stood at the edge of the patio with his back to her.

  “Go to our room and wait for me.” His voice was scarily calm.

  “Yes, sir.” Tearfully, she moved to the door, but paused before entering the house. Impulsively, she turned back and rushed over to Tony sliding her arms around his big body and hugged him from behind. “I’m sorry, Captain. I didn’t think.”

  He patted the hands clasped at his waist before gently pulling them apart. “I know, Megan. Now do as you’re told. Go wait for me.”

  Megan sobbed, troubled by his terse dismissal. Shit! She had really messed up this time. Darn Regan! She was always getting her into one mess or another. Not wanting to dig her hole any deeper, she turned and did as he ordered. Why couldn’t she do what was expected of her?

  Megan waited naked and on her knees in their bedroom for what seemed like forever. Tony finally entered and ordered her to “present” and pointed to the end of the bed. Immediately, she moved into one of the submissive poses they had been practicing. She stood at the end of the bed, arms behind her head, chest forward, with her legs spread.

  Tony stood in front of her, frowning. “This is very serious, Megan. You know your safety is everything to me. Tell me how you think I should proceed? What will it take for this to sink in? These are not games we are playing. You know better than anyone that these guys are dangerous. What do you think I need to do to correct this behavior?

  Megan hated when Tony asked her to choose a punishment or select a number of strokes. She was never quite sure what he was thinking. Exactly his intention, she was sure. She started to cry. The look on his face was punishment enough. He was so disappointed in her.

  “Well, Megan?”

  How did she decide? It was a Catch-22. Too light an implement or too few a number and he would think she was minimizing her naughty behavior. Once when she suggested a measly five hand spanks for a crime she felt was a trivial concern, he had quadrupled the number and upgraded the implement to the crop. Another time she had suggested too high a number. He had honored her number of twenty, later telling her he would have only given her five. Adding that if she felt she needed that level of correction, he was happy to give it to her. This time she guessed she needed to go above and beyond any punishment she had ever had before. He was worried and seriously pissed.

  Sensing he was growing inpatient as he awaited her response, Megan timidly answered. “Thirty with the heavy flogger and grounding, Captain.”

  “Hmm.” He tapped a longer finger against his lips, thinking, contemplating her sentence. He was judge and jury and she had no opportunity for appeal.

  “I agree with the grounding. You are restricted to the house for the next two weeks. You will not leave without me or without a bodyguard and my express permission. Also, no cell phone or computer during this time. I want you to spend the time reflecting on how my orders are to be followed without fail. I put them in place solely for your safety and welfare, which is my top priority. My authority in this area is absolute. Do you understand me, Megan?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Again.”

  “I understand you, Captain, and will never fail to adhere to any safety rules you put in place because you love me and they are for my safety and welfare.”

  Tony watched her silently for a few minutes, purposely allowing her to squirm under his scrutiny as the seriousness of the situation sank in.

  “As far as your physical chastisement, I was thinking more along the lines of ten.” Seeing the look of surprise and relief on her face, Tony bent closer. Moving his hand to her pussy, he gently caressed her rapidly moistening slit. “Ten per infraction, my darling. Ten for slipping your protection. I know it was Regan driving, but you have to be responsible for your
own safety, Megan. It makes it hard for us to keep you safe if you aren’t invested as well. If that means reining in your wild sister, then so be it. Another ten for not calling Dano as soon as you realized you had lost him. Another ten for not calling me, which I know you thought about, but decided against, didn’t you?” He watched as she nodded. She was hoping he wouldn’t find out. “And finally, another ten for worrying your man. When I found out you were off the grid for an hour, Megan, all those feelings of terror and helplessness flooded back in an instant. You aren’t the only one who relives those fifteen hours, Megan. You aren’t the only one who has bad dreams.”

  Overcome by remorse and the pain she had caused him, Megan sobbed. “Oh Tony, I’m so sorry. I wasn’t thinking.”

  “Shh, it’s okay baby.” He held her beautiful face in his large hands and his thumbs gently wiped away the tears. “This punishment is a reminder. Next time, you will think. So, that makes forty total. The first twenty will be with the new Lexan paddle we picked up the other day and the rest with the suede flogger, don’t you think?”

  Megan’s pussy and ass clenched with the realization that this was going to be a very real punishment. Tony had a low tolerance for willful disobedience.

  He looked at his beautiful submissive of just under three months. He saw the honest regret and contrition on her face, heard it in her voice and felt his heart break at her distress. He loved the little minx and had known she was going to be a handful when he entered into their relationship. He definitely knew certain aspects of the D/s lifestyle were going to be a challenge for her coming late to the practice at her age. She was a smart, independent woman but also a natural submissive. She had an intrinsic desire to please. She was also a highly sexual woman who had repressed her desires for a very long time. She blossomed under his care.

  Together they discovered that she responded beautifully to erotic pain. She wasn’t a true masochist into intense pain or edge play, but she did enjoy harsher punishments and impact play more than a lot of other subs he had been with. This fit in with his lifestyle just fine. Although not a sadist, he did enjoy impact play and pushing her limits. Plus, she was more than willing to play with all of his toys. Their growing relationship had released many of her inhibitions and opened her up to enjoy toy play as well. She also kept pace with his very active libido. They seemed perfect for each other. Her biggest flaw was that she had to learn obedience. Not so much while they were playing in the bedroom but in regard to her safety. His rules were few, really. She had to learn to follow what few rules he had set forth and to do what she needed to develop some control over her impulsiveness especially around her sister.

  “Megan, I love that you are still an independent woman and a free spirit. I don’t ever want to see that spirit broken. However, I cannot emphasize enough that you have to submit to my authority and learn to follow my rules. Rules that I set and you agreed to follow. They aren’t just me being mean but are there to ensure your safety. Right now the rules are more restrictive due to the danger of our situation. Once this issue is resolved, if you find a rule, too restrictive you need to come to me to discuss it. I can’t promise I will lift or change the restriction, but we need to talk about it and why it’s important. “

  Crying openly, Megan could only nod in agreement.

  “You also have to learn to say no to others to prevent a rule from being violated. This includes your wayward sister. Now, I know Rick will be having a similar conversation with her today. Please don’t make me restrict you from being with her. I know you love her, but I won’t have her actions jeopardizing your safety, is that clear?”

  “Yes, Captain. You wouldn’t really keep us apart, would you?”

  “Maybe supervised visitation by me or Rick, but it won’t come to that if you obey the rules. I have around the clock security on you, baby. Please let them do their job. Yeah?

  “Yeah. I’m sorry,” she sobbed. “I promise to do better, Captain.”

  “Good.” Tony leaned down and gave her a gentle kiss on the lips. “Now, let’s get on with this unpleasantness so we can enjoy our evening. Bend over the end of the bed, Megan. Palms flat by your head; feet spread wide, and stick that luscious ass out for me.”

  She assumed the familiar position quickly and waited for her master. Megan heard Tony go to their armoire where they kept the toys and implements. He unlocked the doors and removed the paddle and flogger then joined her at the foot of their bed.

  “Lovely,” he praised softly and caressed a firm cheek. “Spread those legs just a little wider and present that ass nice and high.”

  When Megan moved into the correct position, she heard Tony murmur “excellent” right before she heard the air behind the dreaded Lexan paddle as it wooshed down to connect with the first pale, naughty cheek.

  SMACK!

  Megan sucked in a quick breath. No warm up? He was really pissed.

  SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!

  That little paddle was fucking wicked! The paddle fell without pause, over and over on her right cheek, followed by five more quick swats on the left. Tony was a master with the paddle and all of the other implements that were frequently used on his naughty sub. He was firm, but never to the point of breaking her tender skin. He took care to bring her to a deep pink or rosy red, but never beyond. His goal was to reinforce the need for compliance with his rules that they had set forth in their D/s relationship, not to abuse or cause injury. He loved his little Angel so much that he would never allow that to happen.

  Megan moved out of position and squealed when the tenth stroke, a particularly stinging swipe, fell near her pussy that was also spread wide and clenched at the burning sting. Her hands involuntarily reaching to protect her tender cheeks.

  Tony issued a stern warning, “Hands, Megan. Stay in place or I will add extras.”

  Pausing for a few seconds to let her compose herself, Tony eyed her butt cheeks that had quickly turned a nice, rosy color. He watched as she moved her hands back to her head and gripped the comforter tightly. “Okay, Megan...that’s ten. You have ten more with the paddle. Are you ready to continue? Do I need to restrain your arms?”

  Megan sobbed, “I’m sorry master, please...no more. I won’t be able to sit at the restaurant or at the club later. Can you give the rest of the spanks when we get home?”

  “Absolutely not. I want to make an impression on you about what is expected before you go out in public again. Besides, knowing you, my dear, you will have earned additional chastisement by the time the evening concludes and will be back in this position or over my knee again anyway.”

  “No, I will not...” she sputtered, upset that he didn’t have faith in her ability to behave.

  “Watch your tone, Megan,” he warned. “Do you need the restraints?”

  “No sir, I’ll be good.”

  “Are you ready to resume then?” Without really waiting for an answer, Tony applied a rapid ten spanks over her ass, thighs and sit spot, the paddle moving quickly over the entire area. He was being careful to avoid hitting the same spot twice.

  She was really crying by the time he finished.

  “Oh, Captain, that really stings!”

  “That’s exactly what its intended to do. That’s twenty from the paddle. What do you think about our new little acquisition?” He stroked her red ass with his big, warm hands. Squatting behind her, he placed kisses along the deepest red marks left by the paddle.

  “It’s evil, Captain. I hate it, it stings and burns.”

  She groaned as his warm, soft lips caressed her tender spots and his warm tongue licked and soothed. “Mmmmm!” The pleasant sensations ended quickly as he stood and resumed his position at her side. He gave her two gentle pats¸ one on each punished cheek before reaching for the flogger.

  “Excellent. I want it to sting and burn, but not bruise. As you sit on that cute little butt tonight, I want the fire to serve as a reminder of whom you belong to and whom you must obey. Now, for the flogger.”

  Me
gan had chosen the floggers well. As with all the other toys including the wicked little Lexan paddle, he had tried it out against his own skin first before even thinking about using it on her tender flesh. It had about twenty velvety one-inch wide suede thongs and was designed to deliver less of a sting, but supply a medium intensity thud.

  “I’m going to give half on your butt and the final ten to your upper thighs and sit spot. Only twenty more and you’ll be done.” He said this as though it was an easy feat and he was being generous. He proceeded to flog her, the suede thongs only lightly stinging her skin but landing with a firm thud. Most of the submissives told him the sensation was out of this world. To Megan, it was like a heavy message, more than a whipping. She felt guilty that this was actually supposed to be punishment. Not that she planned to admit that to Tony.

  Just as the fifth stroke fell, Megan changed her mind. The sting left over from the paddle was being reignited with each stroke, a reminder that this was indeed a punishment. Despite the burn, she much preferred this to that evil paddle. Now that was something she would try to avoid in the future. She groaned as he applied the flogger against her untouched thighs and sit spot, rapidly delivering firm blows, alternating sides as she gasped at the final ten swats of her punishment. When applied to her sit spots, it was unavoidable that the falls would brush against her exposed pussy lips. Megan was panting and a light sheen of sweat covered her body when the last blow fell.

  “All right Megan, that’s it.” His hand caressed her flaming backside. “Are you okay?

  “Yes, Captain. I really am sorry. I’ll do better, I promise.” Her voice was barely a whisper.

  “I know you will, baby. Now come here.” He pulled her into a tight hug. Kissing her neck and shoulder, he then moved his lips across her cheek before capturing her lips in a scorching kiss.

  “I love you more than anything, Megan. I don’t want anything bad to happen to you again, I couldn’t bear it.”

  Ashamed, she sobbed harder against his lips, tears running down her cheeks.