Yes Sir, No Sir, Three bags Full Sir

This is a continuation from Truth Will Set You Free, but can be read as a stand-alone.

His reaction wasn’t what I was expecting. He needed time to think and I thought that was good, but he was cold and distant, avoiding me and any contact as often as possible. We went from this couple that enjoyed each other’s companionship like no other to something resembling enemies. I felt hurt and my ego took a bit of a blow.

After two weeks, he approached me, much the same way I had approached him. He had something to say and did I have time to talk about it?

“For you? Anything, and anytime.” I replied, needing him to know that I still wanted him with me on this journey, even if I didn’t know what to say of late. Although I was terrified that he would say he didn’t want to be with me anymore knowing about my newly expressed kinkery, I knew that I would have to accept what he said, so I put on a brave face and let the minutes tick by.

We met later that evening, barricading ourselves in our room. The silence stretched out before us as we considered each other. I’m sure I appeared reluctant and I felt that he was looking at me like if he searched hard enough, he’d find the kinks I had hidden away for so long. If only it were that easy.

I waited patiently, but it is not one of my virtues. I often have many thoughts rambling through my mind at once and am easily distracted. My thoughts were starting to wonder when he finally said, “I want to try. But I don’t know where to start, or what to do. I need your help, but I’m willing to try, for you.”

His words filled my heart, but the look of complete self-doubt that lined his features broke it simultaneously.

“What do you need help with?” I ask gently. Not a man to talk about weakness, I knew I needed to approach it gingerly. The slightest look of sympathy from me and he would shut down.

“I don’t want to hurt you, and I’m afraid that I won’t like it, and that you’ll leave me. But I won’t know unless I try. Maybe we can learn together?”

I threw myself at him then, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him all over his face. I was so elated to just have him on my side, and speaking to me again that the daunting journey ahead didn’t seem so scary after all.

After many conversations and a BDSM checklist, plus the research of terms we had never heard before, we designed a contract and signed it eagerly. Once signed, I was expecting him to just bend me over and spank me then and there, but no, it took longer than I thought appropriate for that first encounter to happen.

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I entered the room, my nerves in full force, hands shaking and knees made of gelatin. I wasn’t sure whether I wanted to run away, vomit, or collapse. Knowing that I was being given the chance to live a dream, even if just this one time, kept me moving forward, although somewhat slowly.

Standing with my back against the door, one hand on the knob, I waited.

He turned to me, a look I had never seen before hardened his handsome face. His eyes were darker and his jaw set. He didn’t look angry, but authoritative. I felt the butterflies in my stomach rise and fall, the jitters in my hands increase. Who was this man in my room?

“Change into what’s on the bed and kneel in the middle of the room, head down, hands on your thighs. I am going to give you five minutes. When I return, I expect your eyes to be trained on the floor, if they raise for even one second, there will be consequences.”

Oh my lord, I think I combusted. Never one to mince words, he wasn’t usually this firm either, but the domineering tone and his body language spoke to a part so deeply etched in my soul, I think I melted, or at least a part of me did.

He left the room and I scrambled to do his bidding. My shaky hands made it hard to get the straps of lingerie in the proper position, but I did the best I could. With mere seconds remaining, I dropped to my knees, bottom sitting gently on my heels, and lowered my head. Just as the door opened, I remembered my hand placement and hurried to touch them to my thighs.

His feet came into view first. And then…nothing, he just stood there. I waited and waited, my knees had started to ache and my feet were tingling but I was determined I would not let him down, not this time especially. After what felt like an eternity, he lifted my chin and said, “Oh, you can take orders, that’s promising.” The grin that split my face made him chuckle.

Walking away he sat on the end of the bed and tapped his lap. Not sure what he was asking, I walked over to him, but stood reluctantly at his side. “Over my lap, little girl, I think you need a spanking.” It was the first time he’d use “little girl” and I wasn’t sure I liked it, but I’d told him to choose what he wanted to call me, and well, beggars can’t be choosers. We had talked about erotic spankings and it was something I desperately wanted to try, but I suddenly felt very silly. A full-grown woman, bending over to be spanked didn’t compute in my brain. It sounded great when I read about it, or fantasised, but to do it felt odd.

“Are you safewording, little girl, or are you going to do as you’re told?”

“No, I’m not safe wording, just thinking.”

He stood abruptly and held my chin firmly in his hand. “Is that how you address me? You just say what you want?”

“No, sir”, I gasped. His hand was holding my head in place, my eyes trained on his and what I found there, I wanted to see every day, but also, I didn’t.

He released me and said again, “Bend over my lap, I think you need a spanking.”

“Yes, Sir!” I said much louder than necessary, scrambling to lay on his lap. I felt awkward there, but he repositioned me and suddenly I was quite comfortable. His hand ran over my smooth flesh, soft and gentle, grabbing a hand full and letting go. He pushed my cheeks together and pulled them apart, letting them jiggle in their natural way.

I felt the flush creep up my face as he continued to stroke my behind, then all at once, his hand was gone.

It returned abruptly, followed by a loud crack. The sound reverberated off the walls and echoed inside my ears and then I felt the sting. I yelped at the unfamiliar bite, but then it spread outward and I felt it deep inside my core, a new type of ache, one I was more familiar with. I braced for a second smack, but it didn’t come. Once again waiting, I wiggled in his lap and his hand lightly touched my lower back, holding me in place.

“Stay still, little girl, you’re not helping.” It was then that I felt his hardening cock against my stomach, and I knew, he was enjoying this too.

“Green, Sir,” I whispered, unsure of my new role, the words feeling solid in my mouth. He must have heard me though because his hand started anew, left, right, up, down, never landing in the same place twice. The hits became harder with each pass until I was almost sobbing from the exquisite torture. At some point my bottom was numb, and the spanks were just sensation. A glorious, mind-numbing awareness. He stopped as I became quiet and lowered his fingers to my center, finding me very wet. He plunged two fingers into me roughly, moaning at what he found there.

“If I had of known spanking would make you this wet, I would have started years ago.” He helped me to stand and looking directly at me placed his fingers in his mouth, audibly sucking off my juices, doing nothing to stop the arousal that now doused me. I rubbed my thighs together in an attempt to take off the edge, but he tapped my thigh.

“Uh-uh, little girl. None of that. I’ll tell you when. Do you want to come? Already? I’ve barely touched you.”

“Yes, Sir, I want to come,” I said eagerly. His chuckle filled the air.

“Lay on your back on the bed, legs over the edge, arms above you.”

He gathered my wrists and pulled them taught, securing them to a strap with a ring I had not known existed, before tying each leg to itself and then to the bed frame. The position left me open to him, and very vulnerable. I swallowed my fear and equal arousal as I watched him sink to his knees in front of me, spreading my flesh with his thumbs.

He took his time devouring me that day, and I came harder than I ever had before. There was little need for a build-up and less for the hurried joining that had often happened in the past.

When he finally gave in to his desire and took me roughly from behind, flipping me over to spank my ass hard once more, I knew there was no going back from this, but for the first time, I felt I needed him. Needed him to cure the ache, the arousal, the all-encompassing lack of him, and did he ever.

When we talked afterward, wrapped together, yet still dressed in our kinky regalia, I asked him softly “So, Sir, what did you think?”

He was quiet for a minute and I thought he may have fallen asleep, but just as I had given up on hearing his reply, his low tenor said clearly, “Tomorrow, I want you in white. I’ll be home by 6:00.”

I smiled against him and said, “Yes, Sir.”

It’s been almost six years since that fateful day. I think I’ve created a monster.

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