Captain, My Captain

by Maddie Taylor

  “Hush now, all is forgiven.” He held her and kissed her for a long time before finally pulling away.

  “Ok, Angel. Corner time while I take a shower, and no rubbing. Then you can get ready for the masquerade and we’ll be off. We need to be out of here by six, or we’ll be late for our reservation and meeting our friends later at the club, so no dawdling.”

  He watched her comply, moving a little slower than usual, to the only open corner of their bedroom. Her bright red butt and thighs were prettily displayed in the corner as she leaned forward and placed her forehead on the wall as previously instructed, further presenting and displaying her freshly punished posterior. She was adorable all the time, but especially after a punishment. Especially when she was pouting or in a snit. Today however, she was deferentially compliant. Good. Ideally this lesson would stick and today’s actions would not be repeated. He’d much rather give his Angel an erotic spanking for play than punishment. He had faith, however, that her usual exuberance would return with the little surprise he had in store for her later. He eyed her obviously sore butt. Hopefully, she could get through the evening without further mischief. Hopefully, he smiled, but highly unlikely.

  Chapter Twenty-four

  It was 5:35 and Tony was pacing impatiently at the bottom of the stairs.

  “Down here in five or I’m gonna have to help you out, Angel. If I have to come up there you aren’t going to enjoy it.”

  He heard her high heels moving across the hardwood floor in the hall above. Tony looked up and grinned when he saw her costume. She was dressed as a sexy Renaissance housemaid. But no mere housemaid had ever exuded the outright sexuality of his beautiful Megan. She wore a midnight blue velvet overdress. It was short and reached only to the top of her thighs. Underneath she wore a light blue peasant top. It sat off the shoulder with elastic at the neckline causing it to gather, which showed off her bare shoulders and framed her beautiful full tits as the corset like top of the velvet dress rested just below her fabulous tits, cupping and enhancing the bounty. God, he loved her tits! Tony’s eyes locked onto the glimpse of creamy cleavage and he imagined pulling the elasticized blouse down and baring those babies for his mouth. He watched her nipples harden and press against the sheer material under his perusal. It was thin enough that if he looked closely he could make out the outline of her dark pink areolas. He wondered if she was ready for a pair of mild nipple clamps. He made a mental note to drop a pair in his pocket before leaving the house. He watched a blush spread to the bare flesh above her blouse and gave her a wolfish smile.

  His eyes reluctantly left those big, sexy tits and moved down over the velvet dress. The waistline hugged her due to the tightly laced bodice. Shit! He imagined her in the over dress and nothing else. He’d better control himself, or they wouldn’t even leave the fucking house. He looked at the short hem and admired how it flared out due to the petticoat she wore underneath. He could see the lace and ruffles that stood out stiffly and caused the skirt to flare out and display her sexy thighs. She wore unauthentic stand up stockings, also a midnight blue with sky-high five-inch stiletto heels. But who gave a fuck about being historically accurate? It was a party. Plus, no woman who looked that good would have been a mere housemaid. She would have been warming the master’s bed for sure. His Angel was definitely a Halloween treat for the eyes.

  Megan waited at the top of the stairs with her head lowered demurely and let him look his fill. When his gaze pulled away from her body and reluctantly rose back to her face, she matched his grin and tossed her shiny blond hair over a shoulder sending it in a shower of glossy curls down her back. Initially, she had felt shy about seeing him again after her very recent punishment, but as usual he was right. All was forgiven. She smiled at him, cocked out a saucy hip and struck another pose.

  “Do I please you, my Lord and Master?” She poured it on thick for him. She had a lot to make up for tonight. He raised his hand to her, silently commanding her to come to him.

  “You please me so much, wench, that I want to turn you around, toss up your skirts and fuck you right here on the stairs.”

  She blushed prettily and began her decent, carefully navigating the staircase in her heels. “You look very handsome, my Captain.” She practically growled in a low, sexy voice as she noticed his costume. “Shall I call you, My Lord, tonight?”

  It was Megan’s turn to stare. He was dressed as Lord of the Manor, the perfect complement to her servant girl role. He wore a loose white shirt that was open well below the collar and showed of his muscular chest. She could make out the curly brown chest hair that peaked out, just the perfect amount for her taste. With his hand outstretched to her, she noticed the sleeves of his shirt were wide and flowing. No effeminate lace or ruffles at the cuffs that was prevalent in the time period. Not for this man, just a smooth silky fabric. Very masculine. In fact, the shirt could also be worn with a pirate’s hat and an eye patch. Oh my!

  She grabbed the handrail tightly to keep herself from falling when her eyes lowered to his tight pants. They were tan and made out of soft, brushed leather, maybe suede? Anyway, they fit him like a second skin and hugged his muscular thighs and cupped his very impressive package, which she noticed had already risen to the occasion. He had topped it off with a pair of tall boots.

  She took his hand as she arrived at the bottom step and her eyes rose to meet his. In her high heels on the bottom step, she could look him in the eye without straining her neck for once. She frowned when she saw his expression.

  Her full lower lip turned down into a full pout, but she obeyed and moved to the couch and bent over the back. Even with heels she had a hard time lying comfortably over the high back. Tony’s hands lifted her by the waist and angled her forward. His hands steadied her as she reach for the couch cushions for support as her tiptoes barely met the floor below.

  His warm hand caressed her thigh before sliding up and pushing her skirt and petticoats out of the way, baring her ass. He flipped the layer of skirts up until they lay across her back. “FUCK, baby,” he groaned when he saw her sexy panties. They were also light blue, the color of her blouse and petticoats. However, they were French cut and bared quite a bit of creamy skin. They also had rows of adorable ruffles that matched her petticoats exactly.

  “You know, Sir,” she bravely exclaimed. “It’s hardly fair to punish me for saying that word when you use it all the time. Not to mention blame me for thinking that you’re hot.

  “Sass gets you ten, Megan. Sweet, adorable subs don’t need to be using that kind of language. Rough, old, dominant military men have to be cut some slack.”

  “Captain!” Megan protested in a high squeal of forced outrage.

  “Complaining gets you fifteen. Do you want to shoot for twenty?”

  She shook her head and her curls flew out around her shoulders. “No! Sorry, Captain. I don’t think I can take any more on top of my earlier punishment.”

  “Hmph. I’ll be the judge of that. Let’s see the damage.”

  He lowered her panties until they rested below her well-paddled ass and thighs. Her already damp panties were soaked with her juices. He gently rubbed her pink skin. Still a little warm but no real heat. She was pink but certainly not at the point that further spankings needed to be withheld. “Nope. You can take more, Megan. I think you are trying to worm your way out of well-deserved punishment. Plus, I think we are going to have to up the ante on the cursing. Ten per infraction from now on. You don’t seem to be sincere in honoring my rule for no cursing. I think we’ll warm you up again here and finish up with another twenty at the club.”

  A quiver of anticipation shot down Megan’s spine and landed a direct hit on her clit. Oh my God! Would he really bare her ass and spank her at the club? Idiot! Of course, he would.

  Tony’s hand had been caressing her bare skin and then tapped at the black plug that peeked out between her rosy cheeks. “Mmmm! Such a beautiful ass.” He twisted it slowly and worked it in and out a couple of times and then
lowered his fingers between her thighs and stroked her wet pussy.

  “My Angel is turned on. She likes having her ass spanked. Very nice, because I love to spank it.”

  His hand rose and slowly began to swat her quivering ass. Megan couldn’t suppress a moan. Tony smiled and picked up the pace, spanking her faster and with more force, bringing her skin quickly to a deeper rosy hue. He laid down ten more stinging swats before letting her up.

  “Nice warm-up, Megan. Hopefully, this will remind you to behave tonight. I can’t wait to show you off, especially in these sexy blue panties. I’m sure everyone will want to admire them, you naughty wench.”

  He assisted her to her feet and directed Megan to fix her clothing. He smiled as he watched her ease her panties up over her tender cheeks and over the protruding anal plug.

  “Let’s review the club rules one more time before we go, baby.”

  A little groan escaped, accompanied by an eye roll. Oops! She knew she’d messed up, again. It was just that she was so comfortable with him and didn’t always guard her responses. She blushed and lowered her gaze, her long silky lashes fanned against her rosy cheeks. She peeked up at Tony through her lashes, hoping he hadn’t noticed. Of course, curse her luck, the man didn’t miss a trick.

  “Sorry, Captain. It’s just we’ve been over this and practiced it so much.”

  “You think you’re ready then?”

  “Um, I think so… yes, Sir.”

  Megan squirmed under this intense scrutiny. Her voice rising at the end made it sound more like a question than an answer. Of course, he picked up on that right away.

  “Are you asking me or telling me? Sounds like you’re not so sure. So, tell me. What did you do that was impertinent and totally unacceptable to any Dom? If you were in the club and acted that way, punishment would be meted out immediately. So, tell me my little sub, if you were the Dom, what would be an appropriate punishment for this outrageous behavior?”

  Her eyes misted with a sheen of tears as she bowed her head and whispered, “I’m sorry for disappointing you, Captain. I know you are trying to teach me what proper submissive behavior is. I really just want to please you. I want to make you proud in front of your friends at the club tonight.”

  “I can tell you are sorry, Megan, but that doesn’t answer my question.” Tony watched his little sub squirm under his perusal.

  “I rolled my eyes which I admit is a very bad habit, Sir. I also complained, well not with words, but by groaning as I did. I think such a poorly behaved sub deserves a sound paddling, then in order to show her Dom the she does trust and respect him should be made to demonstrate her submission to him through service oriented atonement for a period of time determined appropriate by the Dom. He is due respect and she should honor him by serving him and attending to his every need without hesitation or complaint.”

  “Interesting. You know, you are describing more than a D/s relationship. Is that something you are interested in?”

  “I don’t know, Captain. I’m confused. I think the lines are blurring. I’m not sure when you are Tony and when you are Sir. I’m having a hard time separating the two.” She looked at him and he caved slightly as he saw the tears flooding her eyes and overflowing down her face.

  “Oh, my Angel, I know this seems difficult to learn. Sometimes I forget how new you are to all this, but remember we are still feeling each other out. Things have happened fast between us and this has been compounded by a very stressful few weeks with all these cartel issues. We need more time to work on our personal relationship as well as the D/s side. Just remember that I’m definitely a middle-of-the-road type Dom and I’ll see that you behave but I’m not into anything really scary. I think we’ll take it one day at a time and that means we just focus on tonight for now. I am the Dom and you are my sub. I’ll lead and you follow. We will enjoy the club; meet with friends in a more relaxed party environment. You stay glued to my side tonight so you won’t have to navigate any unfamiliar waters. I will watch and provide direction and see that you don’t screw up too badly, yeah?” He tipped her chin up and gave her a reassuring smile. Her smile was small and tremulous.

  “Baby, we have certainly gotten off track. I want you to enjoy tonight, enjoy the club and enjoy spending time with our friends. You can watch, observe the other couples and if something catches your eye, I will be happy to explore it with you. I am also anxious to show you some of the toys, devices and theme rooms I think you’ll enjoy. But, we have plenty of time. We don’t have to prove anything to anyone tonight or ever. We just have to make each other happy and love each other.”

  A sob escaped her.

  “Oh Captain. I love you so much. I want to be a good sub and make you proud, but mostly I want to please you because it makes you happy and that makes me happy.”

  They came together in a tender and loving embrace, lips softly caressing and whispering reassurances.

  “I wanted to review these rules not to upset you but to prepare you for a new and unfamiliar situation. I’m just trying to get you in the right frame of mind, Megan. We have quite a few Doms and Dommes who are real sticklers for protocols.”

  Megan gave Tony a look of trepidation. Was she ready for this?

  “Don’t worry, Angel. Tonight will be fun. It’s a party after all. I wonder though if we are rushing you. BDSM shouldn’t be given in a crash course. Maybe we need to firm up our own relationship and delay our visit to the club. We could try attending a few private play parties before going to the club the first time. We have another masquerade at Christmas time.”

  “Whatever you think is best, Captain. I defer to your wisdom and you certainly have more experience in training subs than I do.” She said this in a soft, gentle whisper. Tony searched her face looking for her true feelings on her very expressive face. She looked disappointed but he could also tell she was sincere in her desire to comply with his wishes.

  “You really want to go, don’t you baby?”

  “Yes, Sir. I have been dying to see the club, but I can’t really decide how I feel, I’m a mixed up pile of emotions. Anxious, excited, curious, and yes a little frightened, but I trust you to keep me out of too much trouble.” Her natural exuberance could no longer be contained and he practically saw it bubble up and overflow. “Oh, Captain, please can we go? We have our costumes on already and I must say we really look hot.”

  He laughed. “Okay, settle down. We’ll go, but I still want to continue to review, little subbie. Use this as an opportunity to demonstrate your desire to please me and be a good girl. Yeah?”

  “Yeah, Captain.”

  “Good girl.” He guided her over to the couch and sat, pulling her down onto his lap. She wiggled and squirmed until she was comfortable. “Sit still, Megan before you get a rise out of me. Literally. Now, let’s proceed. Tell me your safewords.”

  “Yes, Sir. Yellow means slow down, I need a break or am...” Megan swallowed and licked her dry lips before squeaking out, “frightened, Sir. Red means stop.”

  “Correct. Remember you may also use green when I ask how you’re doing. This tells me that everything is okay and you want me to continue. I’m expecting that soon green will be your favorite color.” Tony chuckled and was delighted at the blush that brought a rosy pink hue to her cheeks. “Sometimes if you safeword yellow, I may ask you to rate what you’re feeling on a scale from one to ten with ten being excruciating and unbearable. If we get even close to a ten without me hearing you safeword red, we’ve got serious problems, Megan.

  “Yes, Captain.” She whispered her reply.

  Shit! This was really happening. They were seriously talking about going to a BDSM club and having safewords because she may be in excruciating or unbearable pain. Oh My! Tony’s hand soothingly stroked up and down her spine and she relaxed into him, her head resting on his shoulder and her hand caressing his warm skin exposed at the opening of his collar. He smiled as he felt her open another button without permission but allowing her to slip her small han
d right inside and place her palm over his heart.

  “I don’t mean just for physical pain, either. If you are scared of something or someone, you are to let me know immediately by using a safeword. We will slow down or stop and discuss it. Am I understood? If something happens and we get separated calling out red, the club safeword, will have a DM at your side pronto.

  The tone of his command was unmistakable. He had repeatedly told her over the past few weeks that she was his first priority. He had also mentioned that the club adhered to the safe, sane, and consensual philosophy established in many BDSM communities. This applied to both Doms and their submissives.

  Megan realized her mind had wandered and Tony was still waiting for an answer. “I understand, Captain.”

  “Where did you go just now, Angel? You seemed miles away.”

  “It’s just that it all seems a little overwhelming, Captain. There are so many rules and protocols and a whole new vocabulary. I wonder if I will ever understand it all.”

  “You just concentrate on me and you will be just fine, newbie.” Tony cupped her check and pressing her head back against his shoulder, he placed a soft kiss on her forehead before continuing to drill her with BDSM trivia questions. “How do you address a Dom or Domme?

  “Sir or Master, Ma’am or Mistress,” she replied.

  “Yes, but remember Master is always followed by a name or first initial. Master alone is very personal and refers to your Dom. You will only address me as simply Master, understood?”

  “Yes, Master,” she breathed.

  “Good girl. But, I have to admit I much prefer the way you say Captain, baby. Christ, that gets me hard every time.”

  “You make me feel so sexy, my Captain.”

  He smiled broadly. “Hell, Angel, just those sweet words alone will have me coming in my pants like a teenager.” He reluctantly stopped dry humping her and moved her off his lap and seated her on the couch next to him. She eyed him curiously. “Too much temptation, baby.

  “Ok, you are doing very well so far, Angel. Since tonight is a fun night, the club will be observing low protocol. Although, you’ll definitely see some of the 24/7 lifestylers who are usually real sticklers still practicing high protocol. These are mostly couples into Master/slave relationships. They almost always adhere to the strictest rules of conduct. Seems like they never take a break. Ah, but different strokes as they say. This is their way and we at the club don’t judge anyone’s preference. That’s what makes practitioners join. As long as it’s safe, sane and consensual and within the restrictions set forth in the club’s rules, anything goes. I won’t judge their total power exchange and they won’t judge me giving my new sub a pass when she is too sassy for her own good because she is so fucking adorable.”