He held me for a moment longer and then nodded his head. He took another deep breath before he straightened his posture, physically putting on the form of my Dom. His muscles flexed around me, both his body and his demeanor hardening.
He stepped back from me.
"Go into the playroom," he commanded. "I want you in your pose on the floor when I come back." He lowered his eyes to my body and smirked. "Keep the stockings and the shoes."
He went into our bedroom and shut the door, leaving me slouching against the wall for support. I stood on wobbly legs and went into the playroom.
I knelt on the floor, my hands behind my back, my head bowed. After what seemed like an eternity, David came into the playroom. I couldn't see him, but he moved around the room rearranging things, opening drawers, and dragging furniture. I had caught him off guard with all of this, so he was probably still deciding what to do.
I'd had a few minutes to think, and now I was ashamed for my behavior. It really was childish of me to throw shoes all over the place when I should have just been open with him. He was my Dom. He had met my needs hundreds of times without my breathing a single word. How much more then would he be able to meet my needs if I did ask? I was wrong. I should have trusted him to do what was best for me instead of trying to trick him into behaving in the way I wanted. He might punish me for the shoes, but it was really my lack of faith that deserved punishing.
My legs were beginning to ache from my position on the floor, but I didn't dare move. Eventually his bare feet came into view on the patch of floor before me. He pulled my hair sharply forcing my head back.
"Wrists," he said.
I held my wrists out for him, and he bound them together. He had changed into a pair of black leather pants that fit him like a second skin, and a black t-shirt. His erection was clearly defined and the sight of it made me instantly wet. So fucking hot.
"See something you like, Katlyn?" he asked. It was not a rhetorical question.
"Yes, Sir," I answered.
He let go of my bound hands, and they fell limp in front of me.
He unbuttoned his pants and took his cock in his fist. It was directly at my eye level.
"Is this what you want, slut?" He smacked my cheek with his cock.
"Yes, Sir," I answered again.
"Open," he ordered.
I opened my mouth, and he filled it with his hard length. I moaned around him as he pulled on my ponytail and began to fuck me. I sucked and licked as much as I could while he used me. I wanted to pleasure him. I wanted to say that I was sorry with my mouth, but not with words.
I tried to relax and breathe through my nose. I could taste him as he drew closer to completion. He held me steady and thrust his hips forward again and again.
"Swallow," he said. His voice was rough with arousal.
He filled my mouth with his hot seed, and I swallowed around him as best I could. I licked the rest from his cock as he softened in my mouth. When he was done, he put his soft penis back in his pants and ordered me to stand. I did so awkwardly on high heels without my hands.
He hooked my hands to a rope that he had suspended from the ceiling. Because we were renting, we couldn't put in an elaborate suspension system, but our current setup was strong enough to hold my body weight.
"Spread," he said tapping my ankle with his toe. I spread my legs. He pulled the rope tight, stretching me until I wobbled on my heels and then relaxed it just a tiny bit. I had very little range of motion with my legs spread. Putting them together would give me a couple of extra inches.
He pulled a spreader bar from the box under the bed and hooked each ankle into it, forcing me to keep my legs apart.
He picked up a wooden paddle and circled me, stalking me like a large cat after its prey. From experience, I knew that this was going to hurt. I would be lucky if I could sit down tomorrow. I suddenly forgot why I had wanted this so badly.
"Katlyn, you know better than to leave your shoes in the middle of the floor. Even more than that, you know of better ways to attract my attention. You will not make a mess like that again. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Sir."
"How many shoes were there?"
"I am not sure, Sir." He struck me twice in a row, quickly on the ass.
"Well I am sure, Katlyn, because I picked them all up and returned them to the closet where they belong. There were twelve. Six pairs."
My breathing increased involuntarily. Twelve. I could handle twelve.
"So you," he continued, "will receive fifteen strokes. One for each shoe, and three because you weren't mature about asking for what you really needed from me."
I swallowed hard and resigned myself to my fate. Fifteen. That was fair.
"You will count them aloud." He circled around me again. My nerves were alight with anticipation. The waiting was always the hardest part.
The first one stung. I counted. The fifth one stung a lot more. I kept counting. He wasn't holding back. By ten I thought I would die. I couldn't remember so much pain. I stopped counting at thirteen and simply hung from my arms and sobbed.
He paused when I didn't count.
"Your color, Kat," he said gently. He thought he hurt me. He was asking if I wanted to safeword out. He called me Kat.
I chocked back my tears and tried to gain my composure. I wanted him to finish. I needed him to finish. He would make this right.
"Green, Sir." I managed. It took all the remaining strength that I had.
He gave me the final two swiftly and dropped the paddle on the dresser. He lowered the rope that held me up, and I sagged into his arms. My legs felt like Jello. My backside burned in a way I didn't think possible.
I cried as I let all of my fears and frustrations be absorbed by his strong arms. He held me and soothed me. His hands were gentle on my face as they brushed my tear stained hair out of the way.
He laid me gently on my stomach on the bed and disappeared into the bathroom. A moment later he returned with a bottle of lotion. I gave myself over to his ministrations and cried myself to sleep.
Chapter 20
The weekend couldn't come soon enough. I was positively desperate to hear Kat's speech. I wondered what she would do. Would she suck it up and talk for seven minutes? Would she squeak by with her more typical five? What would it mean if she split the difference and spoke for six?
I was so concerned about the possible implications of her presentation that I barely managed to study for my own. I volunteered to give my speech on Wednesday instead of Friday because I wanted to be able to relax and focus on Kat on Friday. I spoke for seven minutes and twenty-five seconds, deliberately setting an example. I got an A and a few positive comments from the professor. I hoped that Kat would do as well. I really wanted to see her succeed in this. She was shy, but her papers and talks were always interesting to me and to the rest of the class. She was a wonderful public speaker despite the face that she hated it. She just needed a little extra incentive. I hoped to provide that.
I called my mother on Wednesday evening and discretely asked their plans for the weekend. I wanted to make sure that they would not be at the mountain house. They thankfully had other plans. I called the housekeeper and made special arrangements to have the house stocked with food and wine. I didn't want to have to deal with groceries for the weekend.
I would be finished after our morning class on Friday, but Kat also had an afternoon class. That would occupy her while I packed the car for the weekend and made all of the other arrangements.
Finally Friday morning rolled around, and I walked with Kat to class.
"Nervous?" I asked.
"About which?" she replied.
Which, not what. I smirked.
"The latter," I said, "I already know that you are nervous about the speech."
"No," she answered with a smile. "I am looking forward to that."
I held the door open for her, and we settled into our usual seats. I tried not to fall asleep through the presentations of o
ur peers. Sometimes it was difficult. Kat went third. She brushed her hair behind her ears and focused on her note cards.
She looked up, waiting for the teacher to tell her that she could begin. I caught her eye, and she blushed. She was so fucking adorable.
When she started out I could tell her nerves were in full force. She was doing fine though, her information was well thought out, and her pacing was good. She had clearly worked very hard on this. I glanced down at my watch, three minutes. I mentally cheered her on.
She was using slides with various images and bullet points. It was a nice presentation. Five minutes. Keep it up, baby. She started discussing what I assumed was her final point. Almost six minutes. It would be an awfully long conclusion if she tried to stretch it the full minute. I was proud of her anyway though; she had done very well so far.
That's when she surprised the hell out of me. Instead of concluding, as I thought she would, she brought up a diagram and started discussing it freely without her notes. Wow. I was going to have to give her bonus points for that.
I glanced at the professor. I could tell that he was proud of her too.
She wrapped it up nicely, said thank you, and sat down. Seven minutes and thirteen seconds. Good. Girl.
I was positively beaming. My girl is fucking awesome when she overcomes her fears for me. I scribbled a note on my notebook as the next student took their turn.
That was amazing, Katlyn. I had to remind myself to use her full name. I had made the decision to call her Katlyn when I wanted her to call me Sir. There was something to this name concept. It might take some adjusting, but something told me that it was important.
7:13. I am very proud of you. I pushed the notebook over to her side of the desk. She pulled a pen from her pack and wrote back below my note.
Thank you. She hesitated for a moment. Sir.
I smiled at her letting her know that was the correct way to respond. I couldn't freaking wait for this class to be over. Forty-five minutes later my wish was granted and we were dismissed. As soon as we were out of the building I pulled her into my arms and kissed her gently.
"You were amazing," I said.
She blushed.
"I have to get back to my dorm," she said, clearly not comfortable with discussing it. "I need to pack and then get to my next class. Is there anything special that I should bring?"
"No," I answered. "I have everything we need for the weekend. Just bring you and whatever clothes you want." I leaned closer and whispered the last part in her ear. "Not that you really need your clothes anyway. I have every intention of keeping you naked most of the weekend."
She shuddered but did not respond. "I'll pick you up at 5:00. Will that give you enough time?"
She nodded and then headed in the direction of her dorm. I watched her for a minute before going on my own way. This was going to be fucking awesome.
I packed up everything that we would need for the weekend, which really wasn't much, and waited. I finished up some homework and tried to get everything out of the way so that I could focus solely on Kat. My mind kept drifting back to her body, her smell, the incredible noises that she would make. Fuck. My erection refused to lie down. I had half a mind to drag her beautiful ass out of class and leave early. If the clock didn't move faster, I was going to go absolutely caveman on her.
I got in the car at 4:45 and drove in circles around campus until it was time to pick her up. She was standing outside of her dorm with an overnight bag in her hand at 4:55. She was just as anxious as I was. I smiled at the thought.
I relaxed when we got on the highway. She was mine for the weekend. Just us. With no interruptions.
"Did you want to stop to eat on the way?" I asked.
"It's up to you," she answered. "I'm not really hungry."
"Neither am I so we'll just wait if that's okay?"
She nodded.
"I really am proud of you," I said.
Well that just totally slipped out of its own accord. I didn't regret it though. It was true.
She suddenly became interested in her fingernails. A blush was creeping across her cheeks. She was going to learn to accept words of encouragement and compliments without being embarrassed. We would work on that.
I put my hand on her leg just above the knee. "In fact," I said, "I was so impressed when you looked away from your notes, that I think you deserve an extra reward." I slid my hand higher up her leg. She had worn a brown knee-length skirt to give her presentation, and she still had it on. Her legs were bare beneath it, and her skin was soft and smooth under my hand.
I shifted in my seat uncomfortably. I had a hard time keeping my eyes on the road. I pushed the speedometer a little faster, needing to get there as soon as possible.
"May I ask a question?" she asked.
"You can always ask me anything, Kat."
"Kat or Katlyn?" she asked for clarification. "I can ask you anything as David or I can ask you anything as my Dom?"
Smart girl.
"I meant what I said. However, for now, both apply. I reserve the right to change my mind as your Dom."
"I like that."
"What?"
"That you refer to me by two different names. It helps."
"It helps me too. Maybe we could trade questions."
"I'm sorry?"
"I have questions for you as well, so for the rest of the car ride how about we alternate?"
"Oh, okay."
"Can I go first?" I asked.
"Is that your question?" she teased.
"Yes, and that was yours." I turned and smiled at her. "Why did you obey me? We both know the punishment was not severe."
"Wow, you get right to the heart of matters don't you?" I looked at her, waiting for an answer. "I obeyed you because the real punishment would have been your disapproval. I couldn't bear the thought that you might be disappointed in me." She looked at her nails again. "Where did you get the idea to call me by my full name?"
I wasn't about to tell her that I had called Cody. I didn't hesitate with the lie. I was a very natural liar. "You call me Sir, I needed an alternate for you to match. Your full name is more formal. It seemed appropriate. Describe one of your previous punishments for me."
"That's not a question."
I shot her a warning look. "What was your least favorite punishment?"
She thought for a moment. "Cody made me suck him off at a party once."
I raised an eyebrow at her. She didn't like giving oral sex?
"I have no problem with giving head," she clarified. "I have a problem with doing it with an audience."
Ah, that made sense. We were back to her dislike of being the center of attention. Sex in a public place would be very difficult for her. It was her turn.
"How old were you when you lost your virginity?"
"Sixteen. How old were you?"
"Seventeen." I was not surprised. She said she'd had a boyfriend before Cody. "What was your wildest sexual experience?"
Shit. I didn't want to answer that. "Define wild."
"You know what I'm asking."
"I don't know," I said, trying to buy more thinking time. "Before school started I was with twins. That was pretty wild."
She laughed. "That wasn't exactly what I meant, but it'll do. Your turn."
"What is your favorite currently unfulfilled fantasy?"
She thought for a few minutes on that one. "I've never had sex in the rain. I would like to, in a meadow or field, someplace secluded with little chance of being interrupted. In the summer."
Wow. I didn't see that one coming.
"What was your most memorable sexual experience?" she asked. Pulling me out of my wet, naked Kat daydream.
"Honestly?" I asked. She nodded. "Last weekend with you. Waking up with you." That was far too honest. I needed to break the silence that suddenly filled the car. “Of course, I have every intention of making a new one tonight."
Chapter 21
Kat fell asleep while I was s
till working on her aftercare. I was almost positive that she would bruise, although not badly. The lotion that I used came from the hospital. It was specifically designed to reduce swelling and bruising. It also took some of the sting out.
When I was done, I pulled her into my arms and held her as she slept. The physical exertion of crying had exhausted her. When she woke, she was likely to be horny as hell. That was her usual pattern. I would stay here in the playroom with her and let her rest for a while. When she woke I would finish the session.
I tried to relax. I knew I hadn't really hurt her. She had asked for this. I smiled when I thought about the shoes. She really was brilliant. With one single action she spoke volumes. She told me that I wasn't upholding my end of the bargain.
Kat had needs, and I had taken on the responsibility to meet them when I became her Dom. Sometimes that meant more than just fucking her. Sometimes that meant punishing her so that she could atone for whatever sin she thought she had committed. Kat lived with a lot of guilt. She felt responsible for things that were beyond her control. She felt guilty over the death of her father. She felt guilty about lying to my mother. She felt like she wasn't good enough for me. It was all ridiculous, of course, but she felt the need to pay for those things anyway, and if paddling her backside was the cure, then so be it. I would provide her cure even if it destroyed me.
She was peaceful in her sleep. I hugged her tighter and prayed to whatever God might be out there that he would protect her if I ever couldn't. I was worried. My father was becoming far too hands-on in our relationship. I knew it was bound to get darker before the light at the end of this tunnel.
I ran my hand down Kat's spine and over her hips. I brushed her thigh with my fingertips, tracing the lace at the top of her stockings. I remembered my father's hands on her soft skin. I should have punched him. I should have knocked that stupid, evil grin right off of his fucking face. No one touched her but me, least of all that hateful, abusive man.
I willed myself to calm down. It was over, and rehashing it now would only drive a further wedge between Kat and me. I stroked her hair gently and thought over my plan in my head. I would graduate, have a fake wedding with Kat, and then disappear with her and my mother and as much of my father's money as possible. He owed us all at least that much.
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