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Her Introduction To Discipline.
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He had already had a taste of her at a drinks reception they had attended earlier that evening. She worried people would know they had fucked as he wasn't the type of man to leave her hair and make-up unscathed while devouring her but he promised this time to take care and only they would be aware of what they had done.
Walking along the carperted corridor he'd found a door that opened to a maintenance room for them to sneak into. His intentions were swift, as soon as the door closed behind them he ushered her to the work bench at the far end of the room and with a clear demand she bent over it. Hitching her dress up around her waist he began to stare at her naked rump. "I should have brought the flogger" he mused spreading her cheeks apart to push himself into her. The hasty gratification for him would be clearly evident and for her, to feel the remnants of him inside her was the reward. As they went back into the reception as if nothing had happened there was a palpable sexual tension between them that still hadn't been quenched. "I'm far from finished with you and you will dress for me later." She was a strong assertive woman to everyone she encountered but how he revered her servile manner towards him. "Yes." she whispered with a smile.
She wanted to kick off the high heels she wore but she was pinned against the bedroom wall and he hadn't even laid one finger on her body. He stood in front of her staring at various points of her face and began to touch them as he went along. His right hand on her neck working his fingers around the curve of her chin along her jaw line. His left hand above her left shoulder leaning his dominance over her small frame that he was about to engulf. His eyes staring at what he touched till he came to her mouth. Her plump bow lips parted ever so slightly. How he enjoyed everything she did with them. The secrets she trusted him enough to say out of them and the funny anecdotes she offered, her smile that calmed him, her intoxicating kisses that he'd drown in and the rapture of what she'd do to his body with them. His eye's now fixed on hers. She stared back into the amber fire and her mouth met his. How is it possible to feel such desire from something as simple and so complex as a kiss? Why does it tell you so much about your lover without a single word?
Holding her wrists he told her to stand and asked was she ready. "Yes." was her meek reply. "You're going to have to learn to project your voice more. There are times when I can't hear you." He couldn't look at her now as she kept smiling and he needed to focus and not be distracted by her cuteness. "You won't be able to talk for a while but you will communicate with me by nodding your head." The safety implications had been discussed meticulously over time but at this early stage he had never hurt, marked or edged her. He had allowed her the control and she was the one who had dictated what she was ready for and certain aspects of that exasperated him. He wasn't sure if she humoured him or that she was so enigmatic and that intrigued him. She was different and more difficult than the other's.
Standing behind her he draped her hair over her right shoulder and began to bring the thick red leather collar around her neck, fastening each of the buckles with confidence and leaving the rope ring to the back. Out came the ropes, different lengths, colour and circumference. He chose the white and asked her to put her arms behind her back and bending them to keep wrists to elbows. He began to thread the rope through the metal hoop on her collar and carefully began to bind her arms together in a beautiful weave of uniformity that he took pleasure and time over. He commanded her to open her mouth and now in front of her he fixed the ball gag in place. She was ready.
Her breath was quick, the excitement of not knowing what was to come made her legs almost buckle. He enjoyed the effect he had on her and making her bend over the bed he decided to take out a soft suede flogger. Playfully he swished it over her bare bottom to then quickly using it with conviction till there was a warm pink glow. Tossing the flogger onto the bed he told her she would receive 20. "To make this easier I'll administer them in 5's on each cheek." His bare hand was ready and she thought there would be nothing to this. He'd spanked her before, always caressing after each spank which seemed to ease the sting. He did nothing of the sort this time and the sound of his hand raining down on her rung out 5 times in quick succession. She could hear him shift position to do the other cheek but this time he was more controlled and again letting her feel every bit of his sting. She was red and hot now and there was a euphoric state of pleasure she was experiencing for the first time. She was happy at the 10th but 10 more he would give her. Every one of them different and becoming more exhausting and draining. He'd finished and she shook her head. Within moments she'd been unbound. He laid beside her kissing her and gave her pleasure as if, she thought, to apologise for what he had done. He knew an apology was what she didn't need and it would never be offered.
She had so much to learn.
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"He had already had a taste of her at a drinks reception they had attended earlier that evening. She worried people would know they had fucked as he wasn't the type of man to leave her hair and make-up unscathed while devouring her but he promised this time to take care and only they would be aware of what they had done.
Walking along the carperted corridor he'd found a door that opened to a maintenance room for them to sneak into. His intentions were swift, as soon as the door closed behind them he ushered her to the work bench at the far end of the room and with a clear demand she bent over it. Hitching her dress up around her waist he began to stare at her naked rump. "I should have brought the flogger" he mused spreading her cheeks apart to push himself into her. The hasty gratification for him would be clearly evident and for her, to feel the remnants of him inside her was the reward. As they went back into the reception as if nothing had happened there was a palpable sexual tension between them that still hadn't been quenched. "I'm far from finished with you and you will dress for me later." She was a strong assertive woman to everyone she encountered but how he revered her servile manner towards him. "Yes." she whispered with a smile.
She wanted to kick off the high heels she wore but she was pinned against the bedroom wall and he hadn't even laid one finger on her body. He stood in front of her staring at various points of her face and began to touch them as he went along. His right hand on her neck working his fingers around the curve of her chin along her jaw line. His left hand above her left shoulder leaning his dominance over her small frame that he was about to engulf. His eyes staring at what he touched till he came to her mouth. Her plump bow lips parted ever so slightly. How he enjoyed everything she did with them. The secrets she trusted him enough to say out of them and the funny anecdotes she offered, her smile that calmed him, her intoxicating kisses that he'd drown in and the rapture of what she'd do to his body with them. His eye's now fixed on hers. She stared back into the amber fire and her mouth met his. How is it possible to feel such desire from something as simple and so complex as a kiss? Why does it tell you so much about your lover without a single word?
Holding her wrists he told her to stand and asked was she ready. "Yes." was her meek reply. "You're going to have to learn to project your voice more. There are times when I can't hear you." He couldn't look at her now as she kept smiling and he needed to focus and not be distracted by her cuteness. "You won't be able to talk for a while but you will communicate with me by nodding your head." The safety implications had been discussed meticulously over time but at this early stage he had never hurt, marked or edged her. He had allowed her the control and she was the one who had dictated what she was ready for and certain aspects of that exasperated him. He wasn't sure if she humoured him or that she was so enigmatic and that intrigued him. She was different and more difficult than the other's.
Standing behind her he draped her hair over her right shoulder and began to bring the thick red leather collar around her neck, fastening each of the buckles with confidence and leaving the rope ring to the back. Out came the ropes, different lengths, colour and circumference. He chose the white and asked her to put her arms behind her back and bending them to keep wrists to elbows. He began to thread the rope through the metal hoop on her collar and carefully began to bind her arms together in a beautiful weave of uniformity that he took pleasure and time over. He commanded her to open her mouth and now in front of her he fixed the ball gag in place. She was ready.
Her breath was quick, the excitement of not knowing what was to come made her legs almost buckle. He enjoyed the effect he had on her and making her bend over the bed he decided to take out a soft suede flogger. Playfully he swished it over her bare bottom to then quickly using it with conviction till there was a warm pink glow. Tossing the flogger onto the bed he told her she would receive 20. "To make this easier I'll administer them in 5's on each cheek." His bare hand was ready and she thought there would be nothing to this. He'd spanked her before, always caressing after each spank which seemed to ease the sting. He did nothing of the sort this time and the sound of his hand raining down on her rung out 5 times in quick succession. She could hear him shift position to do the other cheek but this time he was more controlled and again letting her feel every bit of his sting. She was red and hot now and there was a euphoric state of pleasure she was experiencing for the first time. She was happy at the 10th but 10 more he would give her. Every one of them different and becoming more exhausting and draining. He'd finished and she shook her head. Within moments she'd been unbound. He laid beside her kissing her and gave her pleasure as if, she thought, to apologise for what he had done. He knew an apology was what she didn't need and it would never be offered.
She had so much to learn.
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Patiently anticipating the next instalment. Excellent start, Carmel xx 
