“Sorry, sir. I was just trying to help.” She rotated her hips against my throbbing cock.

“There will be no sex, either.” I knew she wasn’t ready for that experience and I wasn’t ready to let her take that step, not if I wanted to have her trained properly.

“Why not, sir? I can tell you are more than ready, as am I.” Again she rotated her hips.

Grinding my hips against the surge in pleasure, I released her before grabbing the ribbon around her wrists. With a little pressure, I directed her to where I wanted her. “Bend over, naughty girl.” Pressing a firm hand to her upper back, I made her press her chest to the bed while still standing. “You will get five spankings with my hand. You will count them loudly or I will add more. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir. I can take it, sir.” She pressed her forehead to the mattress, instead of turning it to the side like I expected.

The dress pants she had on made her ass look especially nice when she was bent over the bed. Firmly rubbing my hand along each plump cheek, I gave her time to anticipate when the first one was coming. After a moment, I landed a palm solidly against her ass.

Without hesitation, Alix shouted, “One, sir.”

The next one came down on the opposite side and again she counted without a grunt, groan, moan or cry. She’d been spanked before, that much was instantly obvious. Sliding a hand up her spine, I pulled her head back by her hair, which earned me a moan. “Can you take more than my hand?”

“Yes, sir. Please, sir.” Sucking her plump bottom lip into her mouth, she smiled.

Releasing her hair, I retrieved the dropped crop and returned to her. Carefully, I slapped her back with it, letting her know what was coming. “Start at three.”

“Yes, sir.” Again, her forehead was to the mattress and her fingers, still tied behind her back were completely relaxed.

Not using too much strength, I landed a slap to one ass cheek with the hard tip of the crop. No reaction again, except the number. Putting a little more behind the next one, I landed the fourth one to the opposite cheek.

“Mmm. Four, sir.” She turned her head to the side on the mattress, a large smile on her face.

“Better, right?” I licked my lips as she did the same.

“Much,” she murmured, the smile never leaving her face.

Finally, I had a baseline on how much pain she could take without it bothering her. Not that the last one seemed to bother her, but it got a reaction none-the-less. The last blow was the hardest one and she counted for me with another moan and smile to go with it.

“Did you enjoy that?” I asked, rubbing a hand over her ass lightly.

“Yes, sir. I’ve had much worse spankings,” she said, confirming my thoughts.

“Stand,” I ordered as I tugged on the ribbon around her wrists. Once she was standing I instructed her to lie on the bed while I went to the light switch. As soon as she was situated, I flipped off the lights and went to the opposite side of the bed. Climbing on, I stayed on my knees. “Now comes the aftercare. Every time you come to me, we will have time set aside for me to care for you and make sure everything is okay. All right?”

“Yes, sir.” Her voice smiled even in the dark.

“You may remove the blindfold if you’d like. I doubt you are used to being without your sight for so long.” I knew it was risky, but it was dark enough she wouldn’t be able to see my face. Sitting with my back against the headboard, I pulled her over onto me, her head resting on my chest.

“Would you remove it for me, sir? You are the one that put it on.” Her palm slid up my chest, wrapping around the side of my neck as she tilted her head up as if she were looking at my face.

I’d never met a woman so naturally submissive. She picked up and exhibited every mannerism a trained submissive would. Reaching behind her head, I pulled the ribbon off for her.

As soon as the blindfold was off her, her lips were on mine. She straddled my waist, pressing into me. “Please, sir, fuck me. I need it. Everything you’ve done to me has only turned me on to the point that it is painful. I need release, sir.”

When I felt her shift her weight so she could swoop in for another kiss, I grabbed her hair, keeping her from being able to complete her action. Running my nose up her neck, breathing her scent in, I slowly shook my head. “Not happening, naughty girl. I will let this single offense go without further punishment. This is called topping from the bottom. You are trying to make me do what you want and it will not work, Precious. You ask if there is something you want, you do not take without permission. I’m sorry you are so turned on it is painful, but you need to learn discipline. If you ever want me to help you with that problem, you need to prove to me you are worth it. Prove you can be a good submissive who follows directions. Can you do that?”

“Yes, sir.” Her voice was barely above a whisper. After a moment of silence, she swallowed audibly. “Sir, I can only promise to try.”

“Why is that?” I asked, releasing her hair to let my hand glide down her back to rest on her hip.

“It’s too embarrassing to talk about, sir. It’s a problem for me.” Her bottom lip quivered and she attempted to withdraw from me, shifting off my lap.

“I’m not going to push right now, but I do want to know. I want to know everything about you. The more I know, the stronger our relationship will be.” I ran a hand over her hair, pulling her head back to my chest. “The more of a relationship we will build. That is, if you want to. If you want to come back and learn more, experience more. It’s completely up to you.”

“I do. I want to come back. I want to learn more about you as well, sir.” She nuzzled her head into me, wrapping her arm around my waist.

“Knowing me isn’t whats important. You are what is important. However, I do understand that you are curious, so each time we are together you can ask me two questions. I will answer them as best I can. My job and my name are the only two things I will not answer, at least right now. If we come to something else I don’t feel you need to know, I will address it at that time.” I didn’t have to let her know me, but I knew it would make it easier for her to trust me if she knew more about me.

“Do I get two questions tonight?” she asked quickly, rising and looking in my direction.

I was going to have to leave because my eyes were adjusting to the darkness thanks to the slim line of light from under both doors. I could see faint outlines within the dark, which meant that she would be able to see as well, possibly even more after the darkness behind the blindfold. Not wanting to rush out on her, I agreed she could ask her two questions.

“Are you married?” was her first question. “Or have you been married in the past?”

“Is that going to be both of your questions for the night?” I reminded her of the limit. I hadn’t been married before, but I was going to make her work for every bit of information.

“No,” she snapped quickly then breathed deeply. “Just are you currently married?”

“No.”

She sat quietly for a moment before asking her second question. “Why can’t I know your name?”

Chapter 7

Alix

With each question he asked about what I was and wasn’t willing to do, I breathed harder. My body temperature rose as the need for release escalated to heights I’d never felt before. When my addition had been at it’s peak, I’d experimented with many positions in bed trying to find the one that felt the best, but nothing had come even close to what he made me feel. Maybe it had to do with the BDSM aspect, maybe it was simply him.

I found it easy to call him “sir” when I spoke to him. It was the tone of his voice, the manner in which he touched me. He wasn’t a fumbling, lost idiot. Each touch, each caress was purposeful, thought out. However, when it came to his so-called spankings, I could tell he was holding back. I wanted him to let loose on me; I wanted to feel the harsh flick of the leather against my skin when he used the crop or hear the crack of skin meeting skin from a spanking. Why wasn’t I nervous around this man who had cut off my shirt? Because he’d done everything possible to make me feel reassured and safe. Not one touch was in a groping or sexual way. Even when I’d been restrained and at my most vulnerable, he’d been calculated, calm and controlled. He could’ve tied my hands tightly and I wouldn’t have complained, but he didn’t. He made sure that I knew that I could easily get out of the restraint if I wanted to, but I didn’t. I liked handing over the control to see what he could do with it.