“Sorry, sir.”
Even though it was the first time we were together, she needed to learn the way of things right away. Dragging the tip of the scissors from her collar bone to the dip in her top, I gave her a hint of what was coming. “Your top is not going to be wearable home. I have one that you can wear instead.”
“Okay.” Chewing on her bottom lip, she let her nerves show.
Slowly, I slid the scissors down the center of her top, revealing inch by inch of her flawless skin. My cock jumped, desire soaring through me at the sight. A couple of quick snips and the fabric floated to the ground around her ankles. A see-through, white lace bra was all that kept her breasts from me. Licking my lips, I forced myself to put the scissors down and picked up a crop with a hard tip.
“Stand very still. We’ll see if you can tell me what this is.” Deliberately sliding the tip along her spine, I smiled as goosebumps appeared on her skin.
“That is a crop, sir.” Her voice took on a husky tone telling me she more than liked the crop as I had suspected.
“Very good.” Trailing the hard leather over her shoulder, I stepped around her to follow the swell of her breasts. A quick, soft slap to the exposed skin of each earned me a soft moan. Alix arched her back, pressing her breasts toward me, begging for more with her luscious body. Ignoring her silent plea, I unleashed a dozen more soft, teasing pats with the crop upon her stomach, side and upper arms.
“More, sir. Harder,” Alix moaned, again thrusting her breasts toward me.
I had let the first time slide, but I couldn’t allow her to continue attempting to control the situation. Dropping the crop, I fisted a hand in her hair, grabbing a handful of her hip in the other, pulling her firmly against my body. My grip wasn’t careful or tender; it was harsh and hard — reprimanding. “Trust me to know what you need. You will not speak unless I ask you what you want. There is a reason for going slowly and you need to allow me to show you.”
“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.”