4 comments/ 12203 views/ 3 favorites Just Now Ch. 01 By: bellemusique This is the true story of meeting my online Dom/Lover and how he gave me my very first spanking. It's an exploration of the emotional and physical aspects of my desires and needs. If you're looking for a quick sex scene, look elsewhere. I hope you enjoy reading my story as much as I've enjoyed living it. **************************** Just now we've met....... My plane was set to arrive three hours before his, just enough time to realize my luggage was lost, worry that I wouldn't find the taxi driver, and pace back and forth between terminals until I had figured out which terminal he would be in. I scanned the arrivals board for the hundredth time. His plane had landed and I thought that by now he should be waiting for his bags. I walked over to the baggage claim area, a plexiglass wall separating me from the carrousels and waiting people, bleary-eyed from travel. My eyes searched the crowd, nervous anticipation flooding my body. I couldn't screw this up, not when we were meeting for the first time. He expected me to have these details taken care of. My breath caught in my throat as I spotted him. There he was...not a picture on a computer screen but Kunal, in the flesh. He looked over in my direction and I give a little wave, catching his eye. A smile spread across his face. I played a game of charades, letting him know that I'd be waiting outside of baggage claim. Gleefully pushing my luggage cart, burdened only by my carry on, I joined the mob of people looking for loved ones and scanned the row of waiting taxi drivers. I almost didn't believe it when I saw one with my name on his card. Thank goodness! I breathed a sigh of relief as I stopped to let him know that I was the Mrs. X he was waiting for. Things were coming together. My attention turned back to the doors everyone exited from baggage claim, not wanting to miss Kunal as he came out. Just as I thought my nervous bundle of energy was going to explode, he walked through the doors. My smile probably freaked him out - a grin that spread from ear to ear. I'm not sure he knew what to make of me. Things were slightly awkward as we approached each other and he started to reach out his hand for a handshake. A handshake?!! I moved in for the hug. He was real!! And really here!!! We backed away and began the appropriate small talk. "How was your flight?" I asked. "It was fine." "I found the taxi driver," I said, pointing over my shoulder at the man waiting for us. "I lost a bag," Kunal said wryly. "Oh no! What was in it?" "Shoes and toiletries mostly." "I lost my bag with all my clothes," I stated blandly. As the stilted conversation continued and we marveled over the odds of both of us losing a piece of luggage, I was painfully aware of my disheveled state. I had all these plans to look great when we met. What was I thinking?! I had last seen a shower over 24 hours before. I had slept in a cramped plane seat in my clothes. Who knows if I even had any makeup left on my face. And my hair! I had managed to run a brush through it at least, but I couldn't vouch for the state of that either......and my suitcase with all my clothing was who knows where. And Kunal....He didn't look like he had slept on any planes or traveled across any continents. Damn him! We followed the driver out to the car and climbed in as he loaded the bags into the back. A silence followed and I tried hard not to let my nervous worry overtake me. I have a tendency to fill awkward moments with conversation, but I knew Kunal was naturally quiet and observant. I forced myself to sit back and watch the scenery as the car moved swiftly through the industrial outskirts of town and into the heart of the city. Finally my nervousness got the best of me and I pulled out the map I had picked up at the airport, unfolding it. "We're here right now. I think." I pointed to a vague spot on the map. "And this is where the flat is that we rented." Kunal grabbed the map and began studying it intensely. "Do you have any idea what you're looking at," I asked, flashing a teasing smile. "No." He turned and looked at me, chuckling. A little bit of my tension broke at the sound. The ride was over so soon. Before I knew it we were pulling up to the door of the place that would be our "home" for the next week. We unloaded and carried our few possessions up the old, worn staircase. The owner of the flat showed us around the tiny, studio apartment outfitted with all the modern amenities and decorated nicely. He handed the keys to Kunal and then he was gone and we were alone for the first time. "Well, I guess we'd better get settled in," I said. Practicality always comes in handy at times when one does not know what else to do. I dropped my carry on by the window that overlooked the street and shucked off my shoes. That felt so much better! "I have a lot planned for tonight. Ohhhhh," I groaned in remembrance. "I was going to wear this dress that I had and a cute little sweater." "What's the problem?" Kunal looked at me, clearly forgetting my predicament. "It's in my suitcase. With all my other clothes." I flopped on the mod leather couch burying my head in the throw pillow to muffle my scream of frustration. "You should be upset for me too. I don't have the shoes I wanted to wear." I looked at him in disbelief. He had a completely straight face. "Are you serious?!" "Yes, I'm serious," he said. "I can't seem to muster up any sympathy for you - seeing as all my clothes are in another country." I buried my head in the pillow again, in full sulking mode now. I was wrapped up in my own misery, oblivious to Kunal crossing the room to my side. "Poor baby." His sarcastic tone stood in contrast to the hand that soothingly stroked my hair, like he had talked about doing all those times online. "I'm going to go shower and get changed. You rest for a bit and then you'll feel better." I turned my head to the side, resting it on the pillow as I looked up into his steady gaze. An almost imperceptible sigh escaped my lips as my restlessness quieted under his touch. "Yes, that sounds like a good idea," I replied as my eyes fluttered closed. Jet lag and the day's stress was taking its toll. He continued to stroke my hair and the weight of his strong hand as it settled on my head was the last thing I felt as I drifted into a peaceful sleep. ***************************** My eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the dusky light in the room. Taking in the view of the unfamiliar carpet that I had while laying on my stomach on the couch, it hit me. This wasn't a dream. I turned my head a bit to look across the room, and saw him, the pictures in my inbox come to life. Kunal's trim, well-muscled frame filled the window as he looked out on the street below. God, he was handsome! Just how I like my men, casually sophisticated and clean cut. His hair was almost black, still wet from his shower. He had on a polo shirt that was the right mix of tight enough and not too tight. The jeans....I couldn't contain my smile. When a man wears a pair of jeans that fit just right the angels sing in heaven. Now on the same side of the globe, we were breathing the same air. If you had told me I would be here, I would've laughed. I wanted to believe I had a streak of wildness in me, but really I played it safe in life. This was the antithesis of playing it safe. I was a married woman meeting a man that for all intents and purposes was a stranger, in a city that was thousands of miles from my everyday existence. Everything about this scared and excited me. He looked back at me, the corners of his mouth just hinting at a smile. "Are you ready to explore the city? We only have one week." "No time like the present," I said, as I pulled myself up to sit on the couch, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I ran my fingers through my long, brown hair, trying to tame the wavy tresses into something somewhat presentable. "Are you going to change?" Kunal asked. "Oh, wait. You don't have any other clothes," he teased. "Very funny. I'm glad you can find joy in my miserable situation." I shot him a smile as I got up, adjusting the rumpled shirt and stretching out my kinks. I grabbed my shoes, sliding them on, and reached for my purse, making sure I had my camera. "Ready to go?" Who was I to let vanity stand in my way of a good time? I was eager to show him around my dream city. I wanted to see and experience the sights with him. I had wrestled with myself and settled on the decision that this would definitely be a purely platonic trip. I had told Kunal as much. After hours of conversations online, talking over the phone, discussing and dabbling in long distance bdsm - whatever that is - we had decided that we were better off just as friends. This meeting was planned before things had fizzled between us, but we went ahead with the trip as it would still be nice to meet and each have a vacation. I headed out the door of the apartment, waiting as he closed and locked up. "Where are we headed first?" he asked, turning to me. The itinerary had been all my responsibility. I had been here once before and so he left the planning up to me. Of course I ran everything by him for his approval, but like all good managers, he knew when to delegate. "I thought that first we'd explore the old parts of the city, go to a market, take in the smells and sights, immerse ourselves in life here. Sound good?" "Sounds great. We won't see it standing here. Let's go." I smiled as I turned to skip down the stairs, more to myself than anything. His no nonsense approach to life that I had become used to over the months I had known him online was starting to come out. It was one of the things that I wondered about. Would our personalities mesh in real life like they had for so long across miles and computer screens? It seemed that things were not that different, and I felt more at ease. He would've laughed at me still being worried about that. He had reassured me many times that we were the same people and being able to have great conversations online would only translate into better conversations when we were face to face. We opened the door of the apartment building and stepped out onto the narrow sidewalk, looking up and down the bustling side street. It was like stepping through the wardrobe and into Narnia. Were we really here? I looked up at him, standing just a step away from me. His dark brown eyes scanned the buildings and people, the setting sun shining on his caramel skin. I fought the urge to pinch myself. Really?! Are we really here?! Me, and him?! Taking a deep breath and slowly letting it out, I got my bearings. "Come on, mister," I said with a smile. "The sights aren't going to come to us." I turned towards the main street and confidently headed in the direction of our first destination. And so began our trip, vacation, epic meeting. Hell, I didn't even know what we were doing. While we acted like two old friends, there were things that simmered under the surface. I was filled with questions. Did I want this to stay platonic? "Of course you do!" my practical side screamed. "Really?!" It was best that way, not to let things get messy. Two friends sharing a week - nothing more. Until the next night..... We had fallen into a comfortable routine by then. I led the way through the city. We took turns snapping the requisite souvenir photos of various historic landmarks. I added bits and pieces of interesting anecdotes or history that pertained to what we were seeing. Kunal was polite, calm, taking everything in. I was my usual talkative, smiling, cheery self. "Hey, old man, are you coming?" I taunted as I walked on ahead of him down the street. "We do have other things to see today if you're not too tired." He merely gave me that hint of a smile again and said not a word. I broke into a grin, aware that he was letting me get away with my smart ass comments and teasing remarks. This was something different from online. Whereas he had insisted I speak respectfully to him online, no unnecessary sarcastic comments or smart remarks, here he was clearly giving me more leeway. But it was obvious from the piercing look in his eyes that I could only go so far. As the heat of the day started to weigh on us our energy sagged. "Let's go back to the apartment and you can cook me dinner tonight" he said. "Great," I mumbled, letting out a little sigh. "What was that?" Kunal gave me a pointed look. "Hmm?" "I'd be happy to cook dinner for you. What would you like?" I pasted on a smile to cover my anxiety. This was one of the most worrisome aspects of this trip for me. How was I, a suburban American housewife, as white as they come, the queen of the meat and potatoes meal, supposed to cook for an Indian man who was vegetarian? I had only had my first taste of Indian food a few months before. I loved it, but that didn't mean I could cook any of it. I steeled myself as we walked back to the apartment. He had told me before the trip that he didn't expect me to cook Indian food. He only wanted me to make hot meals that were vegetarian. I so desperately wanted to make him happy. I remembered how he had been when his cook back home had been late with his meals. He was so upset he told her to leave and not come back. This was a man that valued a good, filling meal - considered it essential. I didn't want him to find my cooking inadequate. His comfort was important to me. My stomach was almost in knots. Maybe that should have been my first clue that I had ceased to think of him as just a friend. We trudged up the stairs to the apartment, thankful to be out of the heat of the day, but finding no relief in the un-air conditioned flat. I kicked my shoes into the corner and tossed my purse on the counter, standing in front of the floor fan in a vain attempt to cool off. Out of the corner of my eye I watched Kunal shrug off his shirt, leaving him in just his jeans and a white tank top that was like a second skin. The contrast of the crisp white shirt against his dark skin set off the broad expanse of his shoulders and back that tapered to a trim waist. My pulse was racing. "Get a hold of yourself, woman! Platonic....platonic....platonic," the little voice in my head screamed. My mantra was doing me no good. I groaned silently, carefully stealing glances so he would not catch me gawking. Kunal casually walked the few feet to the pullout couch that dominated the tiny space. Climbing into the bed and propping himself seated up against the wall with a pillow he fixed his pointed gaze on me. "Are you waiting for an invitation?" "What?" My brows scrunched in confusion. "An invitation for what?" "To make dinner. We came back here for you to cook. Do you need an invitation to go in the kitchen and get started?" "No, sorry. I'm going," I stammered. Did I just say that? Did I just have some man talk to me like that and I said not one word in sarcastic, caustic, or bratty reply? What the hell was going on? I didn't know whether to laugh at myself or be completely dumbfounded. I had spent my life having boyfriends and men in general twirled around my finger. A flirtatious smile and comment or sharp wit and intelligence usually gave me the upper hand. If that didn't do it, I had been naturally endowed with generous curves, i.e. big breasts, that usually put any man in a trance, eager to get into my good graces. I was not one to fall for male chauvinist behavior. I was more likely to verbally skewer any man who tried to pull that kind of stuff. Yet here I was giddily walking the few feet to the tiny kitchen to prepare this man his meal - on his command. I felt his eyes on my every move as I went through the motions of putting together my best attempt at a meal with such inadequate kitchen supplies. "Do they really expect me to cook anything decent with the sorry excuse for a knife that's in the drawer and only one pot that has a top?" I opened every drawer and cupboard, huffing and puffing my displeasure. It did little to relieve the tension. Every complaint and comment was met with a simple word or answer from Kunal. "You'll be fine.......Just cook.......Stop complaining." I set about the task of making his dinner. His attention on me never wavered, yet far from making me more nervous, I found it had the opposite effect. His steady and intense gaze was calming, anchoring me to the task at hand. I had a job to do for him and I was determined to do my best. The meal was certainly no feat of culinary genius, but when I presented it to him I was beaming with pride. I had made him dinner, now to see if he liked it. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and strode the few steps to the bar stool that was pulled up to the counter. Sitting down, he took his fork in hand and started to eat. "It needs more salt. Do you usually cook things this bland?" "I'm not from India. I'm not used to cooking with alot of spices and I don't like spicy foods." My nervous meter shot through the roof. This was going to be a long week if he was going to be upset with every meal I cooked. "It's okay." "Just okay?" My heart sank. "It's good." Thank goodness! I let out a breath that I didn't know I was holding and took my first bite of food. I ate quietly while he finished off every morsel. His focus was purely on eating and I frankly didn't know where he put away all the food, but I didn't care. If he was eating it all, I had accomplished something. As he finished off his dinner I offered to get him some more water and took the plates to the sink. I spent the next 15 minutes washing all the dishes and cleaning up the kitchen with no offer of help from him. I didn't expect any - that whole male chauvinist thing. And here I was completely bowing to it, and cheerfully, I might add. I was proud that he had eaten all my dinner, that I had provided for him in that way, and thrilled that I could be washing his dishes while he sat on the bed sending emails on his phone. I was far gone now, off in fifties housewife land. I still didn't consciously realize it though. The change had been so subtle. I had slipped into that role - the one I had been in for all those conversations online. It was so natural with him. He assumed that dominant role and I gratefully took on the role of submissive, happy to serve the one who was in control. But the voice screaming, "Platonic!" in my head didn't see it. She excused it as me just making him comfortable. He was away from what he was used to. He had special dietary needs in a meat loving city. Of course I would cook for him. It sounded so much less chauvinistic when framed that way and more about good hospitality. I dried my hands off on the towel, confident the tiny kitchen gleamed. Walking around the kitchen counter I laid down on my side of the bed with plenty of distance between us in the king size bed - playing it safe. We made small talk - what we would see the next day, what we had liked seeing so far. The whole time my mind wasn't on what we were talking about. There was an argument going on with myself. I had moments in life where I took big chances and did what I wanted to do rather than what I "should" do. The good girl, straight A student, had sneaked out her window one night and spent the weekend at her boyfriend's house. This was another time that I had to choose. I could keep things neutral, safe, purely on a friendly level, but I didn't really want that. This was my one chance. My one time to be "bad" - to step out of my safe life and see where it took me. I didn't know how Kunal felt, though. Would he reciprocate? After all that had transpired between us online - the "relationship" falling apart, did he have any feelings for me or desire to be anything other than platonic? There was only one way to find out. Just Now Ch. 01 "So what do we do now, old man?" I asked, staring up at the ceiling. "Old man? I'm not an old man." "Yes, you are. You're a very old man." I looked up at him with a wicked grin, easily giving in to my flirtatious side. "I'm only two years older than you," he said. "So? You're old," I practically sneered. I rolled onto my side to face Kunal, my eyes flashing playfully. His look was completely serious. "Old man!" My hand darted out, crossing the neutral zone that was between us and made contact with his side as I playfully tickled him. A moment too late I saw the flash in his eyes that hid the intent behind the smile. His hand reached out to pinch my nipple. "Hey! What are you doing?!" I swatted at his hand while trying to cover my chest, quickly going on the defensive. "You called me old," Kunal retorted. Now the grin was clearly not just teasing. Something slightly dark was behind it. There was no innocent playfulness. "Yes, I did." I said. Kunal grabbed for my nipple again, this time too fast for me, successfully clamping down on it through my shirt and bra. I pushed his hand away, swatting him again as he rolled over and sat up on his knees beside me. "What did you say?" eh asked. "I said you're an old man." The voice in my head fumed at me to shut up and not let this go any further. I was well past the point of listening to it. Yanking his wrist I wrenched his hand off my nipple. He turned his arm deftly out of my grasp and this time grabbed a handful of my breast. "Stop that!" I squealed, trying to squirm away from him, but Kunal's grip tightened. I smacked at his hand again. "Come on, now. Seriously. Stop." "You want me to stop? Okay" He took his hand away. It was then that all sense left me. "Old man," I muttered, taunting him. "Did you think that would hurt me? I've breastfed babies and they bite. That was nothing." "Oh really?" Kunal's hand, quick as lightening, shoved it's way under the loose neckline of my top, groping my lace covered breast. His hand squeezed and kneaded the soft flesh, but no protest left my lips. The tension crackled between us. He looked down at me, waiting to see what I would do, every move of his hand a challenge to me. I had started the game, but he was in control. I shoved at his hand. "Stop." Who was I fooling? The look in my eyes told him I wanted him to do anything but stop. "Hmm? You don't like this?" Kunal began mauling my breast. "Stop it!" I grabbed his arm and tried to pull it away. "What are you doing?!" I huffed as he straddled my chest and grabbed my wrists. There was no answer. Kunal just looked at me with a smirk. Fear sped through me as I tried twisting my wrists out of his grasp. He wrenched my left wrist, with such force I knew I would get a bruise, and pushed it back onto the bed by my head. His eyes pinned their commanding look on me and his other hand reached back into my shirt, grabbing my breast possessively. I took my free hand and tried to pull his arm out from under my clothes, my chest heaving with each breath as the arousal from his hand groping my breast was growing. Only a whisper thin piece of lace separated us. "Don't." He said only one word. With it came swift and sure action. The hand that didn't have me pinned yanked at the offending wrist, pushing it down to the bed and tucking it under his knee. Completely immobilized I was helpless to stop his hand from pawing its way beneath the neckline of my shirt. Greedy fingers wrenched my breast free of the flimsy piece of fabric that had protected it. "I bruise easily," I said as Kunal methodically pinched, squeezed, and twisted the tender, porcelain flesh. "You'd better stop or you'll leave a mark." "You've been a bad girl. You need to learn a lesson," Kunal replied. "You shouldn't tease me like that or there will be consequences." My eyes met his piercing look, knowing that he was testing me to see how far he could push me, how far he could go before I would cry out for him to stop. I refused to give him the satisfaction of breaking me. Excitement flashed behind Kunal's eyes as he tested the strength of my determination. Pleasure was etched across his face as I lay beneath him being groped and fondled. With each hard twist of my nipple I merely sucked in a breath and silently let it out, finding my peace in submission. My body was surrendered to him, whether he chose to give me pleasure or pain. Platonic was no longer an option. Kunal knew then that I was His. Just Now Ch. 02 This is the true story of meeting my online Dom/Lover and how he gave me my very first spanking. It's an exploration of the emotional and physical aspects of my desires and needs. If you're looking for a quick sex scene, look elsewhere. I hope you enjoy reading my story as much as I've enjoyed living it. Please read chapter 1 so you know how we began this amazing time together. ***************************** Kunal stared down at me pinned beneath him as he sat astride my chest, one hand holding my arm to the bed and the other methodically groping my breast. I held his eyes, unflinching. I was surrendered to him in body and mind, but unwilling to wilt under his intense scrutiny. He liked a submissive woman, but one that also had some spirit to her. I had learned that much from our hours of chatting online. As suddenly as our test of wills had begun, it ended. Kunal slid his hand out from inside my shirt, grinning wickedly as he sat up and moved over to his side of the bed, laying on his back next to me. I felt very empty, the weight of his body no longer pressing me into the bed, the warmth of his insistent hand gone from my breast. My head was spinning with emotions and questions. "We should get some sleep now," he said. "We have a busy day tomorrow." "Yes, we should," I replied. I was in a daze as I turned my head to look at him. An innocent smile greeted me and I smiled back at him. "Good night," I said and turned over, pulling the down comforter up around me. There would be time to sort all this out later. ***************************** We awoke the next morning , two friends who had been more than friends online, but who were attempting to be just friends in person. Neither of us said anything about what had transpired, finding comfort instead in mundane routine things. After last night's events it was obvious that we couldn't deny the history that we had built online. It was the elephant in the room. We had clearly crossed the platonic boundary and I didn't want to go back. I had a taste of what it was to really be under someone's control, if only for a moment. For months we had indulged in D/s talk and explored each others needs and desires from a distance through a computer screen. It paled in comparison to flesh and blood. "Come on," Kunal urged. "Get up. You have to make my breakfast and I will get ready while you do that." I groaned and tried to bury my head deeper into the pillow, pulling up the covers. "Noooo," I whined. "It's too early." "Get up, Belle." Kunal's accent made the stark words even more clipped and serious. I rolled over to face him. "Do I have to?" "Yes, you have to. Now get up." Kunal softened the commands with a little smile as he climbed out of the bed. I watched him disappear into the bathroom, hearing the door click closed. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and slid to the edge, reaching my arm out to rummage for my brush in my carry on that sat on the floor, trying to prolong the inevitable need to leave the warmth of the covers and begin the day. "Darn it," I muttered to myself. My efforts to avoid getting out of bed were useless if I couldn't get anything done. If Kunal finished and there was no breakfast ready, I knew he wouldn't be happy. I sat up and grabbed the brush that had eluded me, running it through my hair. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I got up, staggering the few feet to the small kitchen. I went straight to work and breakfast was successfully finished with time to spare. As Kunal ate, I grabbed my one fresh shirt and headed for the bathroom to shower. My luggage was still lost in the airline abyss. There are things you don't appreciate until they are gone, like conditioner when you have long hair; a change of clothes; nice body wash. As I stripped out of my clothes I looked down at my creamy skin and noticed the angry, black and blue marks across the top of my breast. "Kunal," I yelled. "I told you I bruise easily." "What?" he yelled back. "You made a bruise on my breast from where you were squeezing so hard last night." "Good," he said. "I hope this goes away before the week is out. I don't know how I'll explain this to my husband if it doesn't." I looked at it in the mirror, pride and a little bit of glee overtaking me. He had marked me. I couldn't help but smile as I stepped into the shower. I made do with what I had and came out of the bathroom clean but still rumpled in my one change of clothes. My jeans were stretched out from being worn for a few days. The tank top was clean but wrinkled from being crammed into my bag. I was silently cursing all incompetent airline employees. The sight that greeted me only made things worse. There was Kunal, even more good looking than the day before. He had a button down shirt on, dark hair perfectly styled, jeans (a fresh pair), and a smile that made me feel like a Southern girl ready to swoon. In true Southern girl fashion I channeled my inner Scarlett O'Hara and made the best of a bad situation. I put a smile on my face and grabbed my purse. "Do you think my luggage will be here today?" I asked Kunal as I applied the pink gloss to my lips. " They said it would be." "I'm sure it will be," he said. "We'll come back and check the apartment this afternoon." We left the apartment and headed out on foot, sometimes walking side by side and talking about the people or the city, sometimes in our own worlds, taking in everything. Our morning was taken up with visits to some of the old cathedrals that fill Paris. By noon our energy was fading as the heat was beginning to take it's toll on us. "Come, Belle," Kunal said. "Let's have lunch and then go back to the apartment. We can rest and then go out again later when it's cooler." As we navigated the narrow streets I spotted an Indian restaurant ahead. It was appropriately decorated with vibrant colors and ethnic knick knacks. My mouth watered at the thought of what I could get to eat and I breathed a huge sigh of relief knowing that Kunal would undoubtedly find something here that would appeal to him. "Let's go to that Indian restaurant up there," I said. "I can't come all this way and meet you and not share a meal of Indian food. You can tell me what I should get." "Okay," Kunal smiled big in agreement. We settled into our seats in the small restaurant. It was the very definition of "cozy" with only seven tables for seating. We could've eaten off the plates of the people next to us, but that is typical for Paris, where space is at a premium. Kunal ordered entrees for each of us and some naan - the delicious Indian flat bread that is so popular everywhere. We talked about the day, what we had seen so far, and what we still wanted to see. The waiter brought out the basket of naan and Kunal and I both looked at it critically. "That is not naan," he whispered to me. "Does it look like naan to you?" "No," I said. Kunal called the waiter back to the table. "This is not naan." "This is naan." The waiter's look was unapologetic and annoyed. Kunal quickly lapsed into Hindi. I only understood bits and pieces of the actual conversation, but the body language said it all. His words were clipped and his accent was pronounced. He hardly looked at the waiter, dismissive of him even in the conversation. Every muscle in his face was taut. When he turned and looked at me when the waiter left to get us new naan I saw the tension and frustration bubbling just below the surface. His eyes were dark and the ease that had characterized most of my time with him was gone. "It's okay," I said, trying to make things lighter. " Whatever we have is fine. It doesn't really matter." "No, it is not fine," Kunal replied. "We should get what we ordered." This was the other side to him - decisive in his judgments and unrelenting in his pursuit of what was right. The waiter returned with the naan and set it on the table with the rest of our meal. Kunal barely acknowledged him with a nod. After he left I caught Kunal's eye across the table and let my smile cut through the tension. "That was great watching you argue with him in Hindi!" I barely contained my whisper. "You were so you - so authoritative and surly." "What are you talking about?" Kunal asked incredulously. "I wasn't like that. I just told him that he did not bring us the right thing." "Maybe you don't see it. Your Dom characteristics were coming out." I grinned at him as we ate the delicious food. "It was so fun to watch!" He gave me a little smile. "Now eat your food." We finished up the meal and stepped out of the restaurant, back into the hot sun. My hair was beginning to cling to my neck and little beads of sweat dripped down my back. I was anxious to get some relief from the heat. Within a few minutes walk we were back in our sanctuary, the apartment cooler than the stifling heat outside. I walked over to the large, floor to ceiling windows and slid the curtains closed to shut out the heat, standing for a few minutes to look out at the people walking on the street below. "Your luggage isn't here," Kunal said. "I know," I moaned. It's absence had not gone unnoticed when we came in. "It's been three days now since they said they would deliver it. We call every day and it sounds like they're no closer to finding it." I slid off my shoes and turned to find Kunal already sitting propped up in the bed, again in his jeans and a white tank. "Why?! Why did he have to look so good?!" I inwardly groaned. The sight of him brushed all thoughts of lost luggage aside. I got into the bed and lay on my side next to him, enjoying the cool sheets. The silence in the room was comfortable, but left me too much space to mull things over in my mind. What about last night? Would that happen again? Now that it had happened was it an open door for other things? For all those months online I had talked about cuddling up to Kunal, as his kitten, his pet. Online he had let me curl up next to him when I was good. He had stroked my hair as I planted sweet kisses all over him. As I lay there looking over at him, just barely a breath away from me, the urge to feel his strong hand on my head overtook me. I slowly crept closer, scooting to a sitting position next to him, reaching up to place a soft kiss on the side of his neck. There was complete silence in the room. He didn't move, so I kissed him again, this time lingering a moment longer, feeling my lips pressed softly against the hard beating pulse in his neck. My tongue darted out through barely parted lips to sneak a taste of his skin. I felt Kunal's arm curve around me, his hand stroking my arm and pulling me closer to him. I sucked in a breath and kissed him again and again, not frantic, urgent kisses, but slow, gentle ones. I wanted to savor every bit of him. His head turned slightly to the side to bare more of his neck to me and I kissed my way up to just behind his ear. My tongue snaked out, swiping the spot just behind his ear. Kunal gripped me tighter. Encouraged by his response, I nuzzled my nose against his skin and moved just the smallest bit so I could kiss along the curve of his ear. My lips traveled along his jaw, lightly scratched by the fine, dark stubble, dropping kisses across every inch of my path. I stopped when I reached the corner of Kunal's mouth, my breath whispering over his lips. My moist tongue traced the seam where upper and lower lip met to form his perfect mouth. I sighed as I pressed my full lips to his and felt him return the kiss. He pulled back just a little. "Lay across my lap, Belle," Kunal whispered. "No," I whispered against his lips. I was worried what would happen if I did. I knew what he wanted. He had talked online about wanting to spank me, but I didn't think I was ready for that. I had never been spanked before, not anything more than a playful spank. Hoping to distract his intentions, I continued to plant light, feathery kisses on his mouth and cheeks. "Come, Belle," his voice was firmer. "Lay across my lap." "No, please." There was a slight pleading sound to my voice. I reached my hand up to stroke the other side of his neck as I kissed him some more. Kunal gently but firmly grabbed my forearms and started to pull them down. "I want you across my lap. Now," he demanded. "And take off your top and your bra." I knew there would be no deterring him. I pulled my shirt over my head and reached behind me to unhook my bra, releasing the fullness of my breasts as I slid the straps down and tossed the bra aside. I was so afraid of what would happen once he had me across his lap. He had told me many times online how he wanted to put me over his lap and spank me hard - so hard that it left marks. I wanted that, in theory, but now that the reality was here I didn't know if I'd be able to take it. I hated pain immensely. I had no idea how hard he would spank me and that scared me witless. He pulled me across his lap, reaching underneath me to grab a handful of my breast and knead it. "That's a good girl," he crooned. "Now pull down your pants for me." "Noooo, please, Kunal" My voice was more frantic now. "Do it, Belle." "Please, Kunal. I'm scared," I said. "There's nothing to be scared of, Belle. Now pull down your pants." I reached back, hooking my thumbs in the waistband of my jeans and slowly sliding them over the curve of my ass, stopping just below. "Panties too, Belle." I cringed inwardly and reluctantly moved to obey. The pale, porcelain white skin of my ass was exposed to his eyes for the first time and I buried my head against the side of his leg in fear of what would come next and shame at having myself on display. Kunal's cool hand glided across my skin, caressing each ass cheek, relaxing me. His hand slid along the crack, tracing it from the top down and I jumped a little as he unexpectedly brushed against my swollen pussy lips. I could feel the wetness and I began whimpering in shame that I was so open to him. I had not been with another man since I was married fifteen years ago. Kunal leaned down to whisper to me, "Are you okay?" "No," I managed to eek out, squeezing my eyes tightly shut. "Shhh," he crooned as two of his fingers found my wet hole. He dipped them into my pussy, sliding them slowly in and out as his other hand continued to squeeze my tender breast, bruised from yesterday's play. I felt my back start to curve into that arch that is instinctual, lifting my ass into the air and opening my soaking wet pussy even more to Kunal's intruding fingers. A little groan escaped my lips as his thick fingers fucked me over and over. *SMACK* *SMACK* My eyes flew open as I felt the sting of his hard hand fall upon my ass cheek. I was shocked into silence. *SMACK* *SMACK* More blows to the other cheek. This was not what I had expected. Little pinpricks and stings of pain peppered my ass in the wake of his spankings. I squeezed my eyes tightly shut and grabbed onto his arm. "Kunal, it hurts," I whimpered. "You will leave marks. How will I explain that?" "It hurts, Belle?" he asked as he caressed my ass. "It's meant to hurt." "But it really hurts," I whined. "That was not even that hard," he said matter of factly. "Please, Kunal," I begged. "I don't think I can take any more." "You are no longer allowed to go into the BDSM Room on lit chat if you cannot even take this," he said. I heard the teasing tone in his voice and turned my head to look up at him. He grinned down at me and I returned the smile while slowly sliding off of his lap, pulling my pants up. I sat up next to him, still topless. "I guess not," I said with a mock sigh. "I am not cut out for BDSM like I thought I was. But there are plenty of other things that I do well." Kunal looked at me quizzically as I started to crawl down the bed. Moving his legs, I settled myself between them. I slid my hands under the crisp, white tank top and pushed it up as I felt his solid muscles beneath my hands. I leaned over to kiss his abs, just above the waistline of his jeans. His dark chest hair tickled my nose and lips as I covered him in kisses, distracting him from my hands as they went to the button on his jeans. I lifted my head just enough to undo it and slide the zipper down while I looked up with a wicked grin to meet his eyes. I tugged his jeans down his legs and tossed them aside. The stark white of his underwear matched his tank top and was set off against the darkness of his skin. His hard cock strained against the fabric. As I kissed the skin just above the waist band, leaving a trail along the edge, I felt his eyes on me. I put my hand on his cock, letting it rest there, just feeling the outline of it through the cotton barrier. Squeezing lightly I began to run my hand up and down the length of it as I continued to kiss his abs. My kisses traveled down across his underwear to the tip of his cock and down the length, teasing him through the fabric. I felt the outline of his balls with my hand and gave them a gentle massage as I ran my cheek across his cock. Kunal reached his hand down to stroke my hair. "Good girl." I smiled as I pulled at his underwear, looking up at him to get him to lift his hips so I could slide them off. They soon joined his jeans and I was left in awe. His cock was a gorgeous as the rest of him - dark and rich. Like a girl who was getting her first look at the male anatomy, I wrapped my fingers around his hard length and held it there, feeling its heated pulse in my hand. I uncurled my fingers and ran my hand up and down it's length, leaning over to lick the tip. A quiet moan from Kunal interrupted me. I looked up to see his eyes clouded with lust. As I swiped my tongue across the head again, I tasted his saltiness. Kunal groaned more and his eyelids became heavy. I wrapped my hand around his cock again, holding it still as I took the head in my mouth, my tongue circling it. I teased at the slit, coaxing out more of his precum. My hand went to the base as I slid my lips down the sides of his hard shaft, enveloping him in the wet warmth of my mouth. I started to bob slowly up and down, coating his cock in my saliva, feeling the spongy tip each time it bumped against the back of my throat. One hand caressing his thigh, the other slowly massaging his balls, feeling the weight of them in my hand. I was completely caught up in the rhythm I had established. "Go down further, Belle," he said. He put hands his hands on either side of my head and held me there with my mouth filled with his cock. I tried to take more of him into my mouth, sliding down the slightest bit further, trying not to gag. "A bit more," he coaxed. I could feel my eyes begin to water as I pressed a little bit more in. "Yeah, that's it," he breathed out in a sigh of ecstasy. Kunal began to thrust his hips up and down, fucking my hot, wet mouth. "Belle, I'm going to cum," he said. I knew he was giving me a chance to decide what I wanted. I sealed my lips firmly around his shaft and continued to bob my head up and down, faster and faster as I sucked hard and licked at the sides with my tongue. His hips bucked in response as his hands tangled in my hair, holding me to him. My mouth strained around his swollen cock. I was being delightfully used. The first streams of his cum, barely salty, filled my mouth. I swallowed it as fast as I could, beginning to feel overwhelmed at the amount, but determined not to waste a single drop. My head stilled, lips wrapped around his cock as I swallowed the last bit and sucked gently, tonguing his slit again to get every last drop. I slid down the length of him again, making sure I cleaned his whole shaft. He began to soften as I took him out of my mouth and licked up the sides, looking up at him as I went about my work. When I was sure he was clean, I kissed the tip of his cock again and laid it down gently. Just Now Ch. 02 "Belle, come here." I crawled back up to lay on my side next to him. My bare breasts pressed against his side. He wrapped his arm around me as I rested my head on his chest. "Thank you, Kunal. Thank you for letting me do that for you." "Mmm." Wordless contentment was his response as I looked up to see him resting peacefully, his eyes closed. I thought about what had just transpired between us. I didn't think I was cut out for BDSM - even the light stuff that I was originally interested in. My reaction to Kunal's spankings seemed to say that, but there was more to great sex than spankings. Right? I smiled and let myself drift off to sleep. ******************************** I underestimated Kunal's determination and my own ability to embrace pain for pleasure. It wasn't until a little later that I would have my first "real" spanking, and realize that Kunal was right, I would come to crave it. Just Now Ch. 03 This is the last chapter in my real life story of meeting my online Dom. Thank you for taking the time to read, vote, and send feedback. It's greatly appreciated. To Kunal, this story is but a small token that I give to you, in appreciation for all that you've given to me. ***************************** Just now I've started to fall for you, Don't talk about being upset with me now. ***************************** When I woke up, the apartment was still filled with light. I felt the warmth of Kunal's chest against my cheek. I looked up at him and let out a soft laugh. He was busy texting on his phone. "Hello. It's about time you woke up," he smiled as he reached over to ruffle my hair. I smiled back at him and stretched, working out the kinks. "What time is it?" Kunal checked the time on his phone. "It's 7:30. You've been asleep for an hour." "That late?" I groaned. "We missed dinner. And we were going to go to the Eiffel Tower tonight. You wanted to see it at night, didn't you?" "Yes. We can still see it tonight." "Should we eat now or after," I asked. "Let's get something to eat afterwards," Kunal said. We got up to dress and freshen up before heading out, opting to take a taxi for the trip to the Eiffel Tower. At 8:30pm when we got there, the sun was still shining brightly in the west, illuminating the graceful skeleton of the tower. The sinuous line to get tickets for the elevator to the top was so long that the walk from where the taxi had dropped us off to the end of it was barely fifty feet. The place was teeming with people, both in line and mulling around. The base of the Eiffel Tower and the large, open-lawn park in front of it is one of the social hubs in Paris with people not only there to see the tower, but also to spread out a blanket and have a picnic, visit with friends, relax and enjoy themselves. The line inched forward bit by bit. I was not used to eating so late and my stomach reminded me of it when I spotted a refreshment stand up ahead. "Kunal," I turned to him in line. "I'm going to get something at the stand up there. Would you like anything?" "No," he said. "I don't want anything." "Are you sure? We haven't had anything since lunch." "No. I am okay." "Not even a drink?" I asked. "Anything?" "Fine, I will have tea," he finally relented. "Great." I strode off in the direction of the stand, leaving Kunal to hold our place in line. I decided to skip the premade sandwiches in the display case, figuring that we would be eating as soon as we were done seeing the tower. I went with a water instead, but the choice for Kunal was not so simple. They had cold tea, no hot tea, which was what I knew he liked to drink. I stood there for a few minutes trying to decide what to do. Rather than assuming he would want the cold tea and risk him being upset that I had gotten that for him, I decided to relieve him of his place in line and let him get exactly what he wanted. I paid for my water and headed back to Kunal. "They had cold tea, but no hot tea, and I didn't know if you'd want that so I thought you could go and decide what you wanted," I rambled incessantly. "You said you were going to get something for me," Kunal said. "Why didn't you at least bring me a water." "Because I didn't know if you'd want that," I said. The tension level immediately escalated as Kunal's displeasure became apparent. My heart started racing. "What would you like me to get you? I'll go back and get you whatever you'd like." "Don't worry," Kunal said stiffly. He was looking everywhere but at me. The sick feeling in the pit of my stomach, the one that I got whenever I had not met his expectations or done something wrong, was growing. "Here," I held out my water. "At least have this." "No. I don't want it." "Okay," I said. There was nothing else to do. I had disappointed him. I should have been more proactive in choosing something he would like to drink if they didn't have his first choice. Instead I just shrugged off the responsibility because I was fearful of making the wrong choice. What I failed to realize until later was that to Kunal, making any other choice would have been better than doing nothing. It would have shown initiative. Instead, to show his disappointment in my behavior, Kunal was choosing to ignore me. Here I stood in Paris, waiting to go to the top of the Eiffel Tower, one of the most iconic, romantic spots in the world. I wasn't expecting romance, but to be with someone who was purposely ignoring you was not how I pictured this moment. The minutes dragged on as we slowly moved forward in the line. I snapped pictures of people and the interesting design elements of the Eiffel Tower. Every so often I would talk to Kunal and see if his disappointment with me had thawed. His resolve was as strong as the steel beams of the tower itself. He would answer me in short, clipped answers or with the smallest hint of an acknowledgement. He did not look me in the eye. I pushed down the feelings of anxiousness that kept trying to creep in; the panic that he still wasn't talking to me; the worry that I would never return to his good graces. I focused instead on trying to have a good attitude. We were almost to the ticket counter and it was ten o'clock, an hour and a half after we had first joined the queue. I could tell Kunal's patience was wearing thin. He didn't see the benefit in waiting in line to go up to the top of the tower anyway. For him it was good enough just to see the Eiffel Tower while standing on the ground. I had convinced him that he had to go up; had made him wait in line all this time, only to promise more waits for elevators as we ascended; and I had made a huge error in judgment with the tea. As we stood under the tower, a collective sound of excitement went up from the huge crowd gathered on the lawn in front of the tower. It was at that moment that we realized that the the Eiffel Tower had started to "twinkle." Every night after dark, at each hour, for just 5 minutes, millions of tiny lights on the tower light up, creating a breathtaking sight. I looked at Kunal and he gave me a hint of a smile. I smiled big in return and breathed a sigh of relief. I can't say it was easy from there. It was still an ordeal to take the elevators and wait in the other lines to go up and then to come down. Kunal was still not letting me off. He was still rather terse and kept to himself. I quietly enjoyed the views and took pictures, making sure I watched him to see when he was ready to go. But he was more solicitous of my well-being, making sure I was okay and asking if I needed to sit or rest as we waited. By the time we finally got back to the base of the tower it was just before midnight. We waited the few minutes to see the tower sparkle. Up until that point we had been under or on it the two times the light show had occurred. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" I said as the millions of lights danced on the tower. "Yes," Kunal answered. We just stood there, each lost in thought as we watched the spectacle. As the twinkling lights dimmed for the last time that night, the crowd applauded one last time and thoughts turned to home. "It's so late," I said, looking at the time. "What are we going to do about dinner?" There were no restaurants that were open in there area. "Don't worry about it," Kunal said. "We'll figure it out when we get back to the apartment. There might be a place open near there." We waited in yet another line that night to get a taxi, but this time it was very different. The silence between us wasn't one imposed by a Dom upon his sub, but a comfortable one of peace and reflection on the shared experiences, both trying and tremendous, that we had just had. When we got back to the neighborhood, there were no restaurants open. Too tired to care, we went straight to the apartment, changed to get more comfortable and lay in bed to talk about dinner. It had been a long day. Kunal put his arm around me and we drifted off to sleep, both exhausted from our excursion. It was one thirty in the morning when I woke up, got out of bed and went to get some water. Kunal started stirring. "You haven't eaten anything, Kunal. Do you want me to fix you some dinner?" "Yes," he replied, "but aren't you hungry too?" "No. We had a big lunch. Maybe I'll eat a bit, but I know you need to eat." I have never cooked a meal for anyone at one thirty in the morning, but I was more than happy to do it now. The ice had completely thawed between us. I was glad to be back in his good graces and able to fulfill his needs by cooking for him. At that moment, nothing made me happier. Kunal finished up his meal and I washed and dried the dishes and cleaned the kitchen. He kept a close I on me from his vantage point on the bed. He was too quiet and I was wondering what was going through his head. "Come here," he said as he got up from the bed and stood beside it. "Okay." I walked out of the kitchen area and stood in front of him. "Get down on your knees," Kunal commanded in a calm, measured voice. "Yes, Sir." He had never told me I had to call him Sir, but in this moment I could call him nothing else. I slid to my knees at his feet. "I want you to suck my cock," he said, merely as a formality. We both knew what I was doing on my knees. I reached up to slide his shorts down, his cock bobbing to attention as it was freed from its confines. He kicked his shorts aside and stared down at me. I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and licked my lips before gliding them over the head of his throbbing member. "Don't use your hands," he said. I quickly dropped my hands to my side as I licked and sucked on his swelling shaft. I welcomed the intrusion as he slid deeper into my mouth, filling me. My tongue caressed the underside of his cock. "That's it. Deeper, Belle." Kunal tangled his hands in my hair, grabbing the back of my head and putting pressure on me to take him in deeper. "A little further," he urged. I eagerly pushed forward with his encouragement. "You greedy slut," he hissed. "You want all of my cock?" I nodded emphatically, unable to say anything with my mouth stuffed full of his throbbing length. Looking up I saw the fire in his eyes. "You're going to get it then, you little whore." Kunal shoved his cock deep into my throat in one thrust. I fought desperately against the urge to gag, my eyes watering. He let me go a little and I took a breath before swallowing almost the full length of him. He thrust over and over, fucking my mouth, going further and further with each thrust until my face was pressed up against him. Tears streamed down my cheeks as my body tried to expel the invading cock. Kunal wouldn't give in until he had what we both wanted. He groaned as his climax neared, bucking his hips against me as he held my head. "I'm going to come," he hissed. "Take it all, Belle." I struggled to swallow fast enough as my mouth began to fill with the copious amounts of cum shooting from his swollen cock. I reveled in the moment. My knees ached from being on the hard floor. My jaw was stretched to soreness. I had streaks down my cheeks from the tears that came while gagging. My mouth was filled with his cum. I swallowed everything and sucked his softening cock. My tongue circled his shaft as I slid back on my heels, letting him slip slowly from my mouth. I looked up at him with a smile. "Good girl," he said, stroking the top of my hand. I got to my feet and leaned up to give him a soft kiss. We got into bed and I curled up next to him. Another day of our adventure had passed. *************************** It was five days into our trip and there I sat, still wearing the same outfit - washed several times, but the same one, nonetheless. After numerous delays and promises, my suitcase was supposed to be delivered by 9pm that night. We were stuck in the apartment waiting for it. At 6pm the delivery van showed up and you would have thought I had won the lottery with all the jumping up and down and squealing I did. I was ecstatic at the thought of having options for outfits. "Kunal, I want to wear one of my dresses tonight." He smiled at me, knowing how excited I was. "Good idea. We'll get dressed up to go out." I ran into the bathroom with my clothes in hand, having already showered while we were waiting for the suitcase to come. I slipped into my maxi dress, the deep v of the neckline perfectly framing my ample breasts. The hem skimmed just above my meticulously manicured toes as I slipped them into some black sandals. I shrugged on a little sweater to ward off any evening chill and gave my dark brown hair a little toss to shake out the natural waves that cascaded down my back. I looked in the mirror to check my makeup. "A little gloss and we'll be good to go," I said to the reflection. Coming out of the bathroom, a dark purple dress shirt, black slacks and swanky black dress shoes greeted me. I'm a sucker for a well-dressed man and Kunal was impeccably dressed, but with a relaxed, confident air about him. "Let me see. Give me a twirl," he said with a conspiratorial grin. "Finally I don't have to look at you in that same outfit. This is definitely an improvement." My smile was wide as I give the requested twirl. "I'm so happy!" "Yes, let's go show off your clothes." Kunal headed for the door, opening it and ushering me out to begin our evening. Paris is the city of endless museums. There seems to be one on every block. During our one week stay, Kunal and I didn't even see a fraction of them. But if you go to Paris, there are certain things you have to see. Along with the Eiffel Tower, you must take a trip to the Louvre, former palace to French kings, and current home of the Mona Lisa. This was our destination for the evening. It was one of the nights each week when the Louvre was open late. We strolled through the labyrinth of rooms, gazing on priceless works of art and pieces of antiquity. After a few hours, we had our fill of culture and took a cab to a small little restaurant in a quiet part of the city. There couldn't have been more than twelve tiny tables in the place and we were seated right next to another couple. It was so close I could've eaten off the plate of the man next to me. The atmosphere fit our mood, lending itself to hushed conversation and reflection on the day's events. We closed the place down at 11pm and started heading back on the long walk through the neighborhoods and across the river to our apartment. The city was illuminated by store lights, the lights of cafes as they were starting closing, and light from people's apartments that filtered down to the streets below. As we came to the river, the dark waters of the river beckoned. We walked down the steps to the wide walkway along the Seine, now transformed for the summer into Paris' very own beach. People were clustered in groups or pairs, eating, talking and laughing as they lounged in the sand. Kunal walked along beside me in silence, both of us taking it in - the people, the pale, yellow moon glowing just above the horizon in the distance, the beautiful buildings, illuminated so their glory could be appreciated even at night. There was a serenity woven amongst the gentle hum of activity. The steps we walked up to the pedestrian bridge were lit only by the moonlight. Clusters of people stood or sat on benches or along the bridge itself, talking, sharing wine and cheese. A group of friends sat to one side: two guitar players, a singer, a man with a hand drum, and one with a huge upright bass. Their impromptu performance was done only for themselves, but it fill the immediate area with its mellow beats and melodies. We spotted a bench, surprisingly empty in this popular hang out spot. By unspoken agreement in the moment we were drawn to it. Sitting there, each wrapped in our own thoughts, we were lulled by the smooth music. It was a time where everything comes together to create something that is indescribable. Every perfect moment must end eventually and become a memory. I turned to Kunal. "We should probably head back." "Yes," he said. We both reluctantly left that magical spot and walked toward the left bank and our home away from home. By the time we got back it was well past midnight. We shrugged out of our clothes, me into pajamas and Kunal into a pair of shorts, and slipped into bed, easily falling into a comfortable sleep. *************************** The morning sun filtered in through the floor to ceiling windows of the studio apartment, the curtains unable to shut out all the light. My eyes reluctantly opened the smallest sliver as I reached a hand out to the side table, groping blindly for my cell phone to check the time. It was already nine thirty in the morning. I dropped the phone back on the table and turned my head towards Kunal. All thoughts of sleep were banished as the sight of him made my heart start to race. His eyes were closed and he looked like he was sleeping peacefully. The crisp white sheet was down around his waist, contrasting starkly against his light brown skin. I wanted to run my fingers through his dark, wavy hair and kiss along the curve of his perfectly formed ear. I watched his chest, made darker by the black chest hair that covered it, rise and fall with each breath. Everything about his body begged me to touch him. I tentatively reached out my hand and stroked a few fingertips across his shoulder. I didn't want to disturb his sleep, but I had to be close to him, to have some part of me in contact with him. Those connections with him: a word, a smile, a look, a touch, breathed life into me. He stirred and looked over at me, a smile spreading across his face on seeing me awake. "Mmmm. Come here," Kunal said sleepily as he pulled me over to him and tucked me against his side. I fit my body to his, my head cradled in the crook of his arm. My eyes were level with the undulating curves of his chest, muscles rippling just beneath the surface of his caramel skin. I watched my pale, white fingers glide along the hill of his ribcage and dip into the valley of his sternum, amazed at the texture of the hair: crisp, yet soft. There was just the right amount. I lazily stroked the curves and ridges and sighed peacefully as he lay there dozing. Pressed against the warmth of his skin, I breathed him in. His scent was exotic, spicy, alive; filling my head. It cleared out all rational thought and seeped into every corner of my mind, driving my insatiable desire for him. My tongue darted out to lick at his nipple. He sucked in a breath and I smiled to myself. The tip of my tongue swirled around his dark nipple again before I kissed it, sucking gently. My had glided across his chest in search of the other nipple, circling it. Kunal pressed me against him, his hand sliding up my back to tangle in my long, brown hair. "Are you my kitten?" Kunal asked in a husky voice. I moaned my answer against his skin as my tongue swiped across it. I began to kiss my way up his chest, clinging to him, moving from his side to lay on him. My kisses were urgent, laced with desire, licking here, nipping there. I kissed a path up his neck, gently biting the underside of his chin, my sensitive lips scratched by his stubble. His hand had found its way under my shirt, caressing my bare back, coaxing me to continue my journey. His other hand slid down to cup my ass as I kissed up over his jaw to his lips. My admiring fingers stroked his shoulders and ran down along the strong curves of his arm muscles. Kunal toyed with my eagerness, feeding it, pushing me to a place of greater desire, firmly kneading my ass and grazing his hand along the side of my breast. All the while I kissed and licked at his lips, silently begging him to let me in, to deepen the kiss. Without warning he sucked my tongue gently into his mouth, just the tip. I let out a groan and became putty in his arms. Just Now Ch. 03 When he slid the hem of my top up, I knew what he me wanted to do. I sat up, straddling him, and pulled the top over my head, tossing it to the side, exposing my ample breasts to Kunal's gaze. The sudden rush of air made my pink nipples start to harden and my large areolas began to pucker. Despite how intimate we had already been, I was still shy about my body around Kunal and I quickly laid back down on top of him. I could feel his crisp chest hair against my breasts. Every one of my senses was on full throttle. I buried my face in the side of his neck and continued to kiss and lick his warm skin, wanting to taste him, to consume his very essence. While sucking on the skin behind his ear, I felt him tug at my pajama bottoms, trying to pull them down over my hips. "Take them off, Belle." Kunal's calm demeanor stood in stark contrast to my urgency. "No, please," I whimpered in his ear. I remembered how he had spanked me the other day. I was not eager to repeat that experience. "Do it," he said. "I don't want to. I'm scared." Even I could hear the fear in my voice. "You haven't felt a real spanking yet," Kunal said. "You need to. You will be just fine." I knew he wasn't going to let me talk my way out of this. It was time to face the music. So many times online Kunal had talked about spanking me and I had gotten so wet. He knew that and he wanted to repeat that experience, for both of us, but this time in real life. Anticipation laced the edges of my reluctance. I reached down hesitantly, grabbing the waist band of my jeans and panties, shimmying them over the curves of my hips and the swell of my ass, down to my ankles. Not caring where they landed, I tossed them aside. I shivered slightly, though not from the room, it was comfortably warm. Being completely exposed and vulnerable to Kunal was both scary and exciting. He ran his hands slowly across my ass cheeks. I felt his slightly rough hands as they skimmed across my soft skin. It only increased the fire that was smoldering in my body. This was all too overwhelming for my senses; the touch of his hands, his scent as I buried my face against his neck, and the soft sounds of my moaning. I almost forgot Kunal's plans. It was just then that I felt the first sharp sting as his hand came down hard on my ass. I flinched slightly and felt my other cheek receive a blow. With my eyes screwed tightly shut against the pain, I kissed his neck where I felt the throbbing of his pulse as he continued to spank me. I was sure that, like the day before, this would end soon. I had only to endure it a little while longer. Kunal had no thoughts of stopping. As the spanking continued, I began to feel the stinging turn to a searing heat. I held on to him and pressed my face harder into the place where his neck joined his shoulder, fighting back the tears. "Kunal, it hurts. Please stop." My voice came out in a pitiful whine, the desperation evident as I started to think that I might not be able to handle what Kunal was intending to give me. The only reply was the steady, rhythmic sound of his hard hand against the tender flesh of my ass. I reached back to try and stop him, try to cover the burning skin. He grabbed my wrist and pulled it down to the bed. "Stay still, Belle, or it will get much worse," Kunal said firmly, his voice steady with intent and purpose. SMACK ..... SMACK ..... SMACK ..... SMACK ..... SMACK ..... SMACK ..... SMACK ..... SMACK The spankings came one after the other, again and again. Only this time he did not alternate sides or alter the position of his hand. SMACK ..... SMACK ..... SMACK ..... SMACK ..... SMACK ..... SMACK ..... SMACK ..... SMACK Each successive blow of his hand fell in exactly the same place on my left cheek. The burning, searing pain that I had felt before became nothing compared to this. It was indescribable. It brought tears to my eyes as he kept at it. I could only hold on and hope that it would be over soon. I lost count of how many times he had spanked me, they were coming one after the other - never ending. As I clung to him, the pain began to change. It didn't hurt less, but the sharpness of it was dulled. Knowing that this brought him pleasure brought me a measure of relief and even my own bit of pleasure. Holding on to him as he spanked me again and again, I felt cared for. I couldn't make sense of it in my mind, so I didn't try. As unexpectedly as it had begun, it ended. He rubbed the sore, hot skin as I silently cried into his shoulder. The hand that had brought pain now soothed and quieted me. "Are you okay?" Kunal asked. "Yes," I sniffed. As much as I was hurting, the fact that he was holding me, one arm wrapped around me, the other feeling the heat of his handiwork, made it all right. I felt the tension leave my body as I relaxed against him. I kissed the salty spot where I had wiped my tears against his shoulder. "You've been duly spanked now," he remarked. "Yes. I think I qualify for the BDSM Room finally." I smiled and kissed a trail up his neck to his lips, leaving a soft kiss there before pulling back slightly to look at him and smile. "We should get going. My ass can't take any more spanking and we still have more of the city to see." I gave him a peck on the cheek before rolling over onto the mattress. "Ow!" I winced in pain as my ass hit the bed. "Well, now I know you left a mark." "Let me see." Kunal looked over. "Oh my god! There is a bruise." "Great," I said sarcastically. "It should be interesting trying to explain a bruise on my ass." I got up and grabbed my clothes, heading for the bathroom to check out the damage and freshen up. Sure enough both ass cheeks had red, mottled bruises, but the left also had a palm sized black and blue mark dead center. There was no way this would be gone in just a few day's time. "Come on! Let's go," Kunal called from the other room. I finished up and we headed out for another day on the town, my ass slightly sore and freshly marked. ****************************** It was the end of our week together. We lay on the bed, bags packed, waiting for the taxi that would take us to the airport. Kunal started playing a Hindi song on his phone, the soulful melody filling the quiet apartment. "What is he saying?" I asked. "Just now we've met. Don't talk about separating now," Kunal said. "Just now the light has arrived. Don't talk about hiding your face now." He only translated a few lines and left the rest unsaid. We were silent as the voices of the man and woman singing blended together, adding the final memory to our time in Paris. I found the song online and uploaded it to my phone so that I could listen to it more later. One minute we were together in the room and then next we were being whisked away to the airport and a flurry of luggage and ticketing counters. We took a moment to eat lunch at the restaurant there. All too soon I realized I had to go or I would miss my plane. I grabbed my carry on and gave Kunal a hug and a quick kiss. "Have a safe flight home," I said as I gave him a smile. "You too. Take care," Kunal replied. I walked away, looking back to give him one quick wave before I turned the corner. As I went through security, walked to my gate (why is it always the farthest one?), and got settled in my seat, my mind was on the task at hand. But as our plane pushed back from the gate, a heaviness settled in me. I reached into my bag and grabbed my phone and earbuds, putting on the song that Kunal had played for me that morning. We taxied down the runway and I looked out my window at the airport, trying to keep from crying. He was sitting in there somewhere waiting for his flight. Each minute took me further and further away from him, and I didn't know if we'd ever meet again. As the wheels of the plane lifted off the runway the tears started to fall. I was unable to hold them back any longer. The words of the song wound their way around me...... "That morning is meaningless which comes after a night not spent with you."