2 comments/ 17129 views/ 16 favorites Lucky By: Justrex Looking at me, you wouldn't think I'd be as fortunate as I am. Even I have to admit I am not much to look at. Six feet tall. Somewhere over fifty years old. Brownish gray hair thinning with age. A ridiculous "retired porn star" mustache. Although I have a somewhat physically demanding job, I tend to spend too much time behind my computer so I am far from being in optimal physical shape. Kind of paunchy with absolutely no butt and too much belly for my own comfort. You know... describing myself accurately is kind of depressing. I sound like a schlub. But there you go. At any rate, after being a widower and practically alone for the last five years I'd managed an incredible encounter with a sweet lass named Marigold whom I had known all of her life. She had been teasing me for the better part of a year and I borrowed a basement dungeon from some folks I knew to spend an entire night making her both sorry and quite happy she had teased me for so long. We were both tired and sore but quite satisfied at the end of the evening. Me, mostly from the physical exertion and her mainly from my hands and the assortment of paddles and things I had used on her sweet little bottom and thighs and stretching all of her orifices as best as I could. It was enjoyable enough we managed to relive that night several times since. One of the things which had caught my attention while I was getting back in touch with Mari was a series of pictures featuring her and a certain cute little redhead, both of them naked and bound in several different ways. And a few of them together unbound and in very intimate contact. At the time I didn't know who the girl was but she was definitely hot. Red hair, as I mentioned. Small and slim and lithe. The so very pale almost translucent skin which was exclusive to their breed and lots of freckles. Little firm titties with small pink nipples. A long slim nose and very kissable looking lips. Big soft brown eyes which were rare in redheads but just made her look even more delicious. She made me growl. Not long after Mari and I had gotten back together my son Jackson had come back into town after a four year stint in the Army. He made me feel proud to see him in his uniform and he was feeling good and looking good from all of that physical training. He was living in an apartment a mile or so away and called and came by when he could. One night he told me he had reconnected with an ex-girlfriend and wanted to come by so I could meet her. He also told me she was really cute and warned me jokingly that I should keep my hands off of her. I grudgingly agreed but added if she was as hot as he said, all bets were off. As soon as they walked in the door, I told him all bets were off. It was her. The girl's name was Maeve and she was twenty years old and even cuter in person and with her clothes on than I recollected from the photo shoot. But during the whole evening those pictures kept flashing back through my mind. The ball gag between those pretty pink lips. The slim wrists wrapped in rope. Her creamy pale thighs spread wide as her ankles were bound to the legs of the chair. Mari's teeth closing on one of those little pink nipples and her lips caressing those aforementioned thighs. I was hard the entire evening and I will admit I flirted with her shamelessly, making her giggle and blush several times. Jax threatened to kick my ass repeatedly and told her I was just an old pervert and warned her she should never be alone with me. But since my son knows me fairly well, he was actually smiling while he blustered. It pleased him his old man was chasing after his girl. It was only fair, after all. He'd had a crush on Mari since he was a child. I flirted with Maeve each time she came around and she flirted back. Each time we got a little bit closer. Eventually I let it slip I had seen those pics of her and Mari together and she blushed all the way down to her toes and wouldn't even look at me for the rest of the evening. When I sat down to think about it, I wasn't even really sure my son had seen those pictures of his girlfriend. Knowing something he didn't tickled my ego. I decided for fun I would press the issue and see what came of it. One evening while we were playing cards the girl got a little brave and popped off with something snotty. It had taken her a little while to muster up the gumption, as it seemed I had her a bit intimidated. I believe I referred to her as quite young and she snapped back I was nothing more than a dirty old man. I gave her the look. You know which one. Looking over the top of my glasses with one eyebrow slowly raised. Stared at her silently until she began to get nervous. Then I told her of she wanted to act like a spoiled brat I'd treat her like one. Standing up from the table I raised a finger and said "Wait." A short trip down to my den and I pulled one of my favorite home-made toys from a drawer in my desk. A wooden paddle I'd cut out of quarter inch oak, about sixteen inches long. The working end was formed into a figure eight shape with two inch-wide holes in the centers. As Mari and I had discovered together, it was quite effective and would leave such an interesting set of impressions on a bratty submissives bottom. Returning, I tossed it into the center of the table. The girl's eyes got wide and she said "You wouldn't dare!" Jax laid a cautionary hand on her arm and said "He would. Drop it, Maeve. Trust me. He would. Better apologize and leave it at that." Those wide green eyes looked at me for a moment, then dropped and she whispered "I'm sorry, Sir." Points for me. For the look and the lowered eyes and the "Sir." I slid the paddle to the side. "Forgiven and forgotten. Now... whose turn is it?" The rest of the evening passed without incident, but I did notice her eyes repeatedly glancing over at the chunk of wood laying on the table. It seemed to fascinate her and for some reason she squirmed in her chair until they finally left hours later. Up to that point in it's existence, Mari had been the only one to sample the simply poignant power of that wooden device. She'd had no complaints. Other than the fact it made her ass hurt for several hours after, of course. But then, that was the whole idea behind it. After the first time I had dropped it on the table, I made sure my paddle was visible somewhere in the house each and every time my son and his girl came to visit. It was always somewhere she would see it. Laying on the arm of my recliner. On the bookshelf. In the little caddy which held my ladles and wooden spoons and other kitchen utensils. Left on one corner of my bed with the door open and the light "accidentally" left on. I could always tell when she had noticed it, as she always blushed. Other things managed to get left "accidentally" in view as well. A coil of long soft rope. A set of long black silk scarves and a blindfold I had made myself. One simple plain black leather collar with a matching leash. My handcuffs, of course. Jax looked at me one night after Maeve had gotten up to go to the bathroom. "Dad.... stop it." I raised an eyebrow and shook my head. "Not gonna happen." "It's not gonna work, you know." I shrugged. "Maybe. Maybe not." "You think you can just take her away from me?" I shook my head again. "I don't want to take her away from you, Jackson. I just want to... borrow her... now and then." "You old pervert." I grinned. "Got that right, sonny boy." When the girl returned I could tell right away she had seen the ropes tied to the corners of my bed frame and the handful of clothespins I'd left scattered across the comforter. In short, I had tried my best to send a little thrill through her imagination as often as I was able. Even though my son and I didn't talk intimately much, I knew Jackson wasn't really into "all that kinky stuff" as he put it. He did manage to admit since I began teasing his girl they had some of the best sex of their relationship to date, however. And he grudgingly allowed he didn't really mind me acting a fool around her. I gave him an even bigger grin. "If she gets so wound up from just me teasing her, imagine what it would be like if I actually got her alone for a night. She would probably come home and fuck you to death." I could tell by the fleeting wistful smile he liked the idea but he wiped it away as the thought of his girl in bed with his Dad gave him a bit of the willies. "You old fucking pervert." Was all he could say. Yep... The final push came without my actually planning it ahead. Jax and Maeve and I had met for dinner just before Christmas at a little cafe outside of town which I frequented. It was a little Mom & Pop joint which advertised breakfast all day long and their food was good and plentiful. Despite the complaints from my doctor, breakfast was and always had been one of my favorite meals. One I could eat at any time of the day or night. My dietary choices were probably going to kill me some day but at least I'd die with a full belly and a smile on my face. Since it was a chilly wintry evening, I'd dressed for the weather. Old comfy jeans. A black long sleeved turtle neck shirt. My long black leather coat which reached down past my knees and my black stocking cap. Dark glasses. I was dressed for comfort, in my mind. The girl, it seemed, saw me in another light. Something apparently made her a bit uncomfortable and yet she kept glancing at me out of the corner of her eye and squirming in her seat. The same way she looked at my favorite paddle. I noticed and smiled at her all the way through our meal. By this time my son was beginning to enjoy the game. Even though he was still a bit touchy over the thought of me fucking his girlfriend he was definitely enjoying the fringe benefits. Each time we got together she always ended up extremely horny and went back to his apartment to screw his socks off. "So, Dad..." I looked at the clock. Nearly one in the morning. "So, Jax..." "Had kind of an interesting conversation this evening." "Do tell." "On the way home Maeve said you looked like you should be waiting in a dark alley to rape somebody." "Really." "And she said... ummm...." I just waited. "She said..." He paused. "If it came down to it, she would be willing to take one for the team." He could hear my grin over the phone. "You old fucking pervert." "I am going to fuck your girlfriend, Jackson." There was a long silence. "I know you are, Dad." "Don't worry. I'll give her back when I'm done." Another long silence. "Pervert." Was all he could say before he hung up the phone. My grin lasted long into the night. Then one evening, there she was. Standing at my door, eyes on the ground. Stammering and blushing furiously. I knew why she was there. Any other man would have just pulled her into the house and fucked her all night long and been satisfied. But I wasn't done playing my game yet. I was having way too much fun. Still more to do. Seemingly casual, I spread my arm across the doorway, barring her entry into my home. Maeve could barely look at me but I was definitely looking at her. Studying every single inch of her body. I learned a few things right off the bat. The girl stood kind of hunched over, with her hands covering her body unconsciously. She was nervous. Good. Her thighs were clamped together and her hips were in slight motion as she slowly went from one foot to another. Also, despite her attempt to cover them with her arms, I could see her nipples were poking through the front of her shirt beneath her bra. Another reason besides her embarrassment for the deep flush which went from her hairline all the way down past the collar of her shirt. She was horny. Bonus points for me. "What's going on, Maeve?" I kept my voice as casual as possible. "Oh, ummm.... you know.... I was just... d-driving around..." Her eyes looked everywhere but at me as she danced slowly back and forth from foot to foot while her hands just couldn't stay still for an instant. "And um... I s-saw your lights on and thought..... I might just stop by. S-see h-how you were d-doing." The stammering was frustrating her, I could tell. An extremely inept line of total bullshit. I told her so. "Bullshit." She jerked back as if I'd leaned out the door and slapped her. Looking at her over the top of my glasses, I lowered my tone of voice down to the growl I used so often when I was spending time with Marigold. My "Dom" voice. I snapped my fingers in front of her face. "Tell me why you are here, girl. Now." I watched her shiver and pale and draw even further inside herself. "I... I... I..." Her voice got smaller and smaller and she was really close to bolting down the steps. In the state she was in she probably would have run out into the middle of the street and gotten run over. It was time to give her a little break. "Maeve, stop. Give me your hand." I held mine out and she put hers out tentatively, as if she thought I'd snatch her in through the door like some movie villain. She seemed a bit startled when I held it softly but firmly. "Take a breath, girl. Just breathe for a moment." She nearly gasped with the effort to breathe normally. My other hand went under her chin and tipped her face up to make her look at me. "Do you think I would hurt you?" She shook her head just a little. "Do you think I would do anything against your will?" "N-no...." "Do you really believe I would drag you inside and rape you?" Her eyes went down and she blushed again. "No." She breathed. "Not really. I... I just..." "Stop." I raised a finger. Those big brown eyes went wide again. "Here is what I will not do. I will not endanger your life. I will try my very best to not break your skin or leave a mark that lasts more than ten or fifteen minutes. But accidents do happen, of course. I'm not perfect. I will not expose you to blood, urine or feces. I will not burn you or cut you. I will not hit, punch, slap, kick or throw you. Do you understand?" "Yes." She seemed a bit relived. Now it was time to take it all away from her again. "Here is what I will do to you, little girl. I will grab, touch and manhandle you. I will bind you with rope or tape or steel or leather, depending on my mood. I will blindfold you and silence that pretty little mouth with tape or a ball gag. I will turn you over my lap and take my hand or a paddle or a belt to that pert little ass until I make you cry. And I will make you cry, have no doubt. I'll put clamps or clothespins on your sensitive places. I will use my hands and my fingers and my lips and my teeth and my cock anywhere and everywhere I wish. I will use every inch of your body for my pleasure. I will use any bit of your body in any way that I wish as often as I wish. I will use your hands and your mouth and your pussy and your ass." The mention of her ass made her flinch. Perfect. "I will make you a fuck toy for my pleasure and you will never ever be allowed to tell me "no" in anything I want. I am not your boyfriend. I am not your husband. I will be the master of your entire world. There will be no backtalk, no negotiation and no compromise." She'd gone pale again. "Do you understand?" The girl nodded, jerkily. "Y-yes." "Yes, Sir." I said evenly. She shivered. "Yes, Sir." "Good girl." I released her hand. "You thought you were ready, but you are not. Perhaps you were almost brave enough but even if you were ready in your mind, you were not ready to meet my needs. So here is what you will do." I reached back for my wallet and pulled out two twenty dollar bills and thrust them into her hand. "You will go to the store and buy a plain white t-shirt. It will be small enough to be very tight and revealing. You will also buy a pair of tight yoga pants and a flannel shirt long enough to cover you all the way down past your butt. It will be big and loose. When you come to me you will wear those things and a pair of tennis shoes absolutely nothing else. Do you understand?" "Y-yes... gulp... yes, Sir." "You will pack a bag with a change of clothes and your toothbrush and anything else you might need and be prepared to stay for the entire weekend. When you get to my door your hair will be tied back in a ponytail and your phone will be turned off. Not just silenced. Off. You will let Jackson and anyone else know you will be gone for the weekend and you will be unavailable, but you will not tell them where you are going. He might guess and ask, but you will not tell him. Understand?" "Yes, Sir." "Friday evening. Six days from now. Eight o'clock on the dot. You will dress in the things you bought for me and bring your bag and come to my door. You will not leave again until Sunday evening sometime. Do not, under any circumstances, be late. Is that perfectly clear, girl?" "Yes, Sir." I stared at her evenly. "This is what you want." It wasn't a question. "Yes.... Sir. It is." "Goodnight, Maeve." "Goodnight, Sir." And then she was gone. I was left wondering if she actually would show up. Six days for her to wonder and worry and stew about it. Six days for her to ponder and fret and fantasize. Six days for me, as well. Damn it all, anyway. They never seem to mention that part in all of those stories. Then the day arrived. And I was waiting. Eight o'clock on the dot I heard the screen door open and a small timid knock and a pause. I'd taped a note to the door and it took her a moment to notice and read my directions. Maeve- Come in and close the door. Drop your bag and walk into the middle of the room. Close your eyes. Wait for my instructions. The only light came from the kitchen off to the right and the hallway to the left. The rest of the room was darkened and in one of the dim corners I waited, an almost insanely wicked smile on my lips. The waiting and planning had been as hard on me as it had on her. I'd wanted the girl so badly since seeing those pictures I had kicked myself several times for not taking advantage the first time she had come to my door. I could most definitely have fucked her and enjoyed myself thoroughly. But then I wanted to play with her more than once and I believed this way I'd be able to get my hands on that so very sweet little body time and time again. I might even give her back to Jackson when I was finished as promised. Had to keep the boy happy too, after all. He might pout. Eyes on her, I waited. She did indeed follow directions well. The door closed and the bag fell from nerveless fingers. The girl almost ran to the center of the room and I heard a little gasp as she stopped and closed her eyes. She stood there on the brink of terror and excitement and her whole body vibrated like a tuning fork. I could see her hips and thighs and legs shifting as she considered turning to bolt from the house. I wouldn't have actually held her against her will, but I stepped between her and the door just in case. Perhaps if she panicked I could talk her down. It was pretty obvious she was close. "Keep your eyes closed." A little scream as my voice behind startled her. She started to turn and I snapped my fingers. "Stand still, girl! Keep your eyes closed!" It took all of her will to comply and I could see, even through the baggy shirt covering most of her body, she was tense as a guitar string. There was a fine line and we were going to cross it several times. Right now I just needed to keep her from beating the crap out of me and running away. "Do you think I will hurt you, Maeve?" She shook her head and a sigh which bordered on a sob escaped her mouth. "N-no. Not really, I d-don't. No." Lucky "No... Sir." I kept my voice even and controlled. Her voice got smaller. "No, Sir." "This is what you want." "Y-yes, Sir." She didn't sound entirely sure of herself. But the uncertainty was exactly what I wanted. I believed it was what she wanted as well. "Good." I let my smile return, even if she couldn't see it. "Take that shirt off. Now." "Oh....." Her fingers fumbled at the buttons of the big flannel shirt and in a few moments it pooled at her feet on the floor, leaving her in a tight t-shirt and equally snug thin cotton pants, all designed to follow and accent her curves. My eyes followed her curves, too. Enjoying every inch. Having to repress the urge to growl like a beast. Even though all I could see at the moment was the back of her, I was definitely savoring what I could see. I'd get to see the front.... and everything else.... real soon. "Hands behind your back. Cross your wrists. Do it now." My tone didn't leave any room for discussion. She shook and whimpered slightly as she obeyed. In my hands was a long soft scarf about four feet long which I was holding ready in my hands. Another whimper escaped her lips as I stepped up and expertly wrapped it around her slim wrists. Around and folded over and around the other way and folded over and around and tied in a knot. Safe and snug and secure in under five seconds. I was proud of my hands. They didn't fumble once. Not really knowing much about her, I didn't know how much experience she had with bondage. Maybe a lot and it really excited her. Maybe just a little and it terrified her. Maybe she was just now realizing the difference between being tied up for some fun pictures and being tied up for real. We would find out real soon. I only gave her a moment to get used to the idea before I stepped even closer behind her. One arm went around her waist, trapping her arms and pulling her back into my body. The other went around and clamped down over her mouth. A little shriek of surprise and alarm vibrated against my palm and she struggled against my grip. I pulled her head back into my shoulder and my lips were against her ear. "Is this what you want, girl?" I could see her eyes rolling around in her head and she made muffled squeaks into my hand. "To be taken? Manhandled? Used? Enslaved?" My hand came up right over her heart. I could feel it beating wildly behind her ribs. My fingers patted her softly. "And safe?" It took a few moments for the words to sink into her panicked awareness. A couple of breaths then she slowed, inhaling deep through her nose. Maeve turned her head slightly towards me, looking through the corner of her eye. Just a glance then her gaze dropped to the floor. Slowly, she nodded her head. "Good girl." I whispered. "I was planning on doing that anyway. After all..." My finger traced around one full tit, making circles and flicking across a nipple which popped up firm and hard beneath the thin cotton. "You came to me. Dressed yourself for me. Gave yourself to me." Thumb and forefinger closed on that stiff little nub, making her squirm and a muffled moan came from her nose. "So I am going to take you, little girl. Use you. Make you my fuck toy and my slave. Keep you bound and gagged until I want to use your mouth. Strip you naked and turn you over my lap and paddle your ass bright red and make you cry. Tie you to the ceiling or the wall or my bed or bent over a chair and I am going to fuck your mouth and your pussy and your ass as often and as hard as I like." Fingers tightened down on the firm tit, making her moan again. "My cock will be in your hands and between your ass cheeks or those sweet little titties and if I shoot my come on your chest or your face or all over your back you will clean it off with your fingers and swallow each and every drop of it. Because if you waste any of my come I will make sure you don't sit down for at least a week." My grip on her face tightened just a little, pulling her ear closer to my lips. "Do you understand?" The look she shot me out of the corner of her eye was almost frantic and pleading. Somewhat desperately, she nodded into my hand. "Mmmm-hmm! Mmmm-hmm!" I kissed the side of her head quickly. "Good girl. Let's get started." Grabbing her by her shoulders, I spun her around then ducked into her waist and lifted with her draped face down over my shoulder as my hands held her legs. She squeaked and kicked a little against my grip. A sharp slap across one ass cheek elicited a screech of protest. "Stop squirming." I paused. "Kick off your shoes. You won't need them... or anything else for the next couple of days." It took a bit of effort in her uncomfortable position but she managed to kick them off and we continued on down the hall. I'd left an empty space in the middle of the bed to lay her down on. Much of the rest of it was covered with my scattered toys. There were enough things as I lay her down on the bed with her lower legs dangling off the side they caught her attention. I watched, amused, as her head and eyes moved back and forth, taking in the inventory. Ropes and scarves and paddles and floggers. Clips and clamps. Vibrators and plugs, battery and electrically powered toys of many and various types. Handcuffs and shackles, collars, leashes and chains. She squirmed and her eyes rolled around and she whispered "Oooohhh.... shit." But enough time for reflection. I crawled up on the bed with my knees straddling her sides, my butt settling on her upper thighs. A pair of very nervous brown eyes were wide as I loomed over her body. "Comfy, dear?" I could tell she didn't have much of a clue how to respond. "Ummmm..... not... so much..? Sir?" I smiled. "Excellent. The last thing I want..." My fingers went to the collar of her t-shirt and pulled it away from her neck, gathering it into my fisted hands. "Is for you to be comfortable right now." With that I pulled hard, tearing the cotton material down the middle all the way down. A little scream of alarm came from her lips. Ignoring her, I carried on with my work until I had ripped the entire shirt in half down the front and flipped it open, exposing her ripe young tits. They were young and firm and pale, just like all the rest if her. Pointing right at me with their need. I almost drooled. Maeve lay pinned beneath me and panted. "Mmmm.... I've been wanting to see those for a very long time. Ever since I saw those pictures of you and Marigold together. Tell me, dear...." My hands closed on her flesh, kneading it between my fingers, pressing both of those delightful mounds together. Thumbs and forefingers closed on opposing little tips, pinching them and making her groan. "Did you like feeling Mari's lips on your body?" "Ahmmmm..... Yes, Sir. I did." "Had you ever done that before? With another girl, I mean." Another little pinch. "Mmm! N-no, Sir." A wicked little thought ran through my mind. "I have a feeling it will happen again, dear. Real soon." The pad of my finger softly flicked back and forth across one firm little nub. "In the mean time, what should I do with these beauties, do you think? Bind them with rope? Whip them pink? Cover them with clothespins? Maybe some hot wax? Bite marks?" I gave her a look. "Do you have a preference?" She had gone a little pale listening to my suggestions then a little pinker when I asked for her input. Her eyes rolled around and suddenly was unable to look at me again. "Y-you c-could.... j-just.... kiss them...?" I rolled each nipple between my fingers, making her squirm again. "Hmmm.... I could do that, I suppose. And I do imagine I will. At first, anyway. Later on we will try some other things. See what lights the fire in your belly. Find out what makes Maeve wet and wanting." Cupping one tit in my hand, I leaned down and flicked my tongue over the tip then sucked it between my lips, teeth barely grazing against the wee bit of flesh. She quivered and gasped softly. "Oh..! I..... I already am." "You already are what, girl?" She flushed a deep red and looked away. "I... I'm... already w-wet and w-wanting.... Sir." I chuckled and nipped her again, making her squeak. "Good girl. Since that was so easy, maybe we will discover what makes Maeve scream instead." "Oooohhh..... shit..." I really did love the look on her face. A bit scared but still horny. Leaning forward, I kissed her lips tenderly then backed off the bed. "In the mean time, I want to see the rest of your body. Now. All of it. As a matter of fact, you will not be allowed to get dressed again until right before you walk out my door Sunday evening. If I catch you wearing any clothes before then I will whip your ass raw." Her wide eyes were all the response I needed. My fingers went to the waistband of those snug pants and I jerked them down and out from under her butt then all the way down her legs, managing to catch her socks as well, leaving her in nothing but scraps of a torn shirt. Mmmm.... nice. Mentally, I rubbed my hands together. This was going to be enjoyable. A snug looking little pussy, baby smooth. Freshly shaved too, from the looks of it. I have a feeling the smile on my face made me look a little like The Joker. Or possibly Hannibal Lecter musing on a good use for some fava beans. It couldn't be helped. I was in the groove. "So... On to step two. Up you come, luv." One hand behind her neck and the other between her shoulder blades as I helped her to her feet. Fingers under her chin as I tipped her face up for another kiss. She had very nice lips. I was planning on enjoying those nice lips in many ways. "And down again." I steadied her as she went to her knees in front of me. It left her eyes right at crotch level and Maeve licked her lips nervously. From her vantage point it was almost impossible to miss the fact I too, was hard and wanting. It took a considerable amount of restraint not to just whip out my dick and push it into her mouth. Time for that was coming soon. Very soon. Being patient was becoming... problematic. The girl looked quite fetching in that position. Mmmm..... steady, Rex.... Eyes to the left, searching the toys on the bed. There it was. A simple leather collar. Deep reddish brown... almost mahogany. Brass ring in the center and a brass buckle. Matching leash laying on the bed. I held the collar up in front of her eyes. "If I gave you an engagement ring, it would be an offer of a lifetime forever. It would show my love and commitment to you and a hope of a future together." I swung the collar back and forth as if trying to hypnotize her. "This collar isn't an engagement ring. It's a reminder. A constant reminder of who you belong to as long as you wear it. The weight around your neck will remind you who owns this sweet little body, girl. It marks you as my property. Now..." I raised one finger. "If you take this off without my permission, we're done. Period. You take it off, you will get dressed and leave. Quickly. If you don't I may toss you out onto the porch naked. Do you understand?" She nodded. "Y-yes, Sir." Then a little smile twisted one corner of her lips as she looked up at me and added "I do." Oh.... Very good. Even as nervous as she was, there was still room for a sense of humor and irony. And she just made it a little harder to give her back when I was done with her. I guess we would cross that bridge when we came to it. Taking the engagement ring analogy one step further, I went down one one knee, making her eyes go a little wide. My knuckle bumped under her chin, tipping her head up while I buckled the collar around her slim pink little neck. I snugged it up and tucked the end of the strap into the loop to keep it out of the way then slipped a finger through the ring for the leash. "My dear..." I said. "You are strikingly beautiful with or without your clothes on. But I do believe putting you in a collar brings out your inner beauty as well. You are exquisite." The girl blushed and lowered her eyes. "Thank you, Sir." Using the ring on the collar, I pulled her in for a long lingering kiss. My free hand went to the back of her head to hold her in place and I could see out of the corner of my eye her shoulders and arms writhing as she struggled weakly against her restraints. "Is there something wrong, girl?" "I... I want... to use my hands." I smiled and chuckled and patted her cheek. "No. I don't think so. Not yet, anyway. I'll have a use for them later, but not right now. No." Her shoulders slumped. "Yes, Sir." "Besides," I added. "I have a need for your hands to be controlled. Do you remember what I said I was going to do to you, dear?" She flushed a deep red and looked away. A hint of a shrug slumped it's way across her shoulders. "What am I going to do to you, Maeve?" "F-fuck me..." She mumbled. "That of course and more. And where did I say I was going to fuck you?" She turned her face away and shrugged again. This would never do. "Look at me, girl." She wouldn't. I could see the hint of stubbornness my son was always talking about. I snapped my fingers loudly in front of her face, startling her. I raised my voice just a bit. "Look at me and talk to me or get up and leave. I'm about done. Five... four... three... two..." That got her attention. "No! Wait! P-please...! I'm... I'm...." Her eyes were wide and pleading. I crossed my arms over my chest. "Do you want to stay?" "Yes, Sir! Please!" "Do you want me to fuck you, Maeve?" The answer to that was kind of obvious. I could easily see her thighs twitching and her hips churning with her need. "Y-yes, Sir. I do." "Look at me." A hand cupped her chin, holding her gently but firmly. "Where am I going to fuck you?" The girl blushed so easily and it was so apparent on that pale skin. "M.... My p-pussy." "And where else?" "In... in my mouth." "Good girl. And where else?" She turned an almost flaming red and I could see goose bumps appear on the flesh of her arms. Her voice dropped to an almost inaudible whisper. "In my ass..." I smiled and patted her cheek, then leaned in and kissed her quickly. "Mmmm.... good girl." I purred. "Yes, Maeve. I am going to feel those sweet lips of yours on my cock. That hot sucking little mouth. Then I will part your thighs and fuck your tight little pussy as long and hard as I can. After that I will bend you over and part your ass cheeks with my prick and fill your ass with my come." "And I will enjoy ever second of it." "Oooohhh... yes, Sir." "And what else am I going to do to you this weekend, girl?" A little frown appeared between her eyes. She looked confused. "Ummm.... I... I d-don't....." I'd thrown a lot at her in a short amount of time, so it was understandable. "Think, dear. I told you I was going to do this the first time you got bratty with me. And I left reminders all over the house each time you came over." "Oooohhh...." She remembered. A little shiver ran through her frame and I could see the muscles in her hips flexing as her ass tightened up. Her nipples hardened and her hands writhed once again against her bonds as she tried to protect her ass. "You.... y-you are going to s-spank me." I chuckled. "Yes I am, child. At least once. Probably several times. For several reasons. Because I enjoy it. Because you have a marvelous ass and a good spanking is only one of the things I want to do with it. Because you are occasionally stubborn and a brat and somewhat spoiled and I think we need to change your attitude. So yes, Maeve. I am going to paddle your ass red." The girl got pinker and pinker as I spoke until she was red all the way down her chest. I decided to run with the theme. "Just so you know, young lady... From now on when you are in my home I will expect you to act like a properly raised young woman, not a spoiled brat. This weekend will serve as a reminder. I can and will accept spunk and spirit from anybody. Especially redheads." She gave me an uncertain smile, not knowing if I was complimenting her or not. "But be advised..." I pointed a finger at her face and shook it slightly. "If you cross the line between spirited and spoiled brat I will pull you over my lap, jerk your panties down around your ankles and paddle your ass until you howl." Her eyes went wide and before she could say anything I added "Whether Jackson is there or not." Those eyes went even wider in shock and I saw her lips begin to move and I shook my finger at her again. "And if you even presume to say "You wouldn't!" you know very well that I can and will without hesitation. You will learn to behave around me. Or else." The next few seconds were amusing to watch. Maeve struggled between her spirit and temper and her independence and her desire to be submissive. I had no intention of breaking her spirit, of course. Just bending it a little. The thought of me spanking her ass in front of her boyfriend shocked and outraged her. I could tell the mere notion made her want to scream "I am not a child!" and stomp out of the room. On the other hand, the thought of me spanking her ass in front of her boyfriend also turned her on so much it startled her. Her pupils dilated, her nipples hardened even more, there was a little catch in her breathing and the scent of her sex in the room just got a whole lot stronger. I was willing to bet if I put my hand between her thighs she would have been more than just damp down there. I was also willing to put good money on the fact it wouldn't have taken more than just the tip of one finger to take her over the edge. What the hell. We only live once. I decided to put it to the test. "That turned you on, didn't it?" "N... no.... no." Her eyes darted away and she turned pink all over again as she shook her head. "Bullshit. Don't lie to me, girl. I can see it. I can hear it in your breathing. I can smell it." The girl flushed even deeper. I grabbed her chin to make her look at me. My other hand went to one soft breast and cupped it in my palm. Thumb and forefinger rolled one hard little tip between them, making her groan and wiggle. "That turned you on, all right. Just imagine it, Maeve. I'll make you come to me and drop your pants. Then I'll reach up and jerk your panties down and point to my lap. You'll lay yourself face down over my lap with your ass in the air, just waiting. Just waiting to feel the sting of my hand against your skin." I paused and that predatory grin spread across my lips. "And while Jackson sits there watching with his mouth hanging open, I will spank your pretty little ass until you are very sorry. I will not stop until the tears come. I will not stop until you cry and beg my forgiveness." With each word her breathing got a little harder and a little more ragged. With each sentence her body moved just a little bit more until she was quivering all over. "And when I am done I will slip one finger between your pussy lips and rub your clit until you come face down over my lap." She shivered hard and a little needy whine came from her chest. My grip transferred from her chin to her hair at the back of her neck, holding her tight. "Then I will get you up and march you into the corner. And you will stay there. Hands on your head and pants down around your ankles with the flaming red ass showing until I tell you to get up again." "Oh...." She shivered again. "So tell me the truth. That turns you on, doesn't it?" "Y-yes. Yes, Sir." I smiled. "Good girl. Spread your legs for me." Just saying that made me smile even wider. She trembled as she complied. The scent of her need got even stronger. My fingers left her breast and began a very slow journey down over her ribs and her belly, heading south. The muscles in her belly rippled, as if she were trying to push me lower and lower. I stopped just above that smooth little patch of skin just above her pussy. Another needy little whine came from her chest. Lucky "Do you want me to touch your pussy, Maeve?" She didn't hesitate for a second. "Oooohhhh... yes please, Sir. Please touch me." Her hips undulated, still trying to move my hand lower. "Do you want to come for me?" "Oh god...." She panted. "Yes please, Sir.... please please please...." I leaned forward until our lips almost touched. "Come for me." I whispered into her lips just before I pulled her into my mouth hard. Her mouth opened to mine just as my finger slipped between her pussy lips. I was right on all accounts. Not only was she dripping wet, but it only took a few seconds and the tip of one finger running around her hard little clit before Maeve moaned deep into my mouth, shivered, and came. My grip on that mass of pretty red hair kept her lips pressed to mine until the second or third wave overcame her and she wrenched her mouth away to press her forehead into my chest, crying out and shivering. "Oh my god... oh shit.... oh shit... oh shit.... Mmmm......" My hand went from between her legs to under her clenched up little butt and the other went to her back, just holding her to my body while she shivered and panted. My lips were pressed into the hair on top of her head. "Good girl... good girl... good girl..." I whispered. Aftercare. Always important. And sometimes it left a bigger impression than any of the rest of the scene. The fact I had gone from threatening to punish her until she cried to holding her tenderly said a lot about how much I actually cared about her and it seemed to make a difference. My arms held her and supported her while she panted into my chest. After a few moments I felt her lips pressing into the material of my t-shirt. At first just once, lightly. Then again and again. When she finally spoke I could feel her voice against my skin. "Mmmm...." She murmured. "That was amazing." "Thank you, love." I paused for just a moment before I added "You know we are not done yet." Her head nodded against my chest. Her hair was tickling my chin. "Yes, Sir. I know." "Are you ready?" She nodded again. "Yes, Sir." I patted her back softly. "Good girl. Up you come, then." Maeve was a little unsteady on her feet so I lifted her then sat her down on the side of the bed. I'd had the forethought to bring a glass of ice water down with a straw in and placed the tip to her lips. The girl drank like she'd been lost in the desert for months, quickly draining it all down, her eyes on me gratefully. Carrot and stick. Giving freely what they want, taking freely what I wanted. Showing I could be a sadistic bastard and a tender and caring lover all at the same time. Some did not see both sides. The girl seemed to and I gave her points for being perceptive. Not like I was going to cut her any slack, though. I was still going to spank her ass red and fuck her in any and every way I wanted for the next couple of days. She seemed to want it as badly as I did, too. No time like the present. Maeve finally relinquished the straw with a small gasp. Most of the water had disappeared down her throat. "Better?" "Yes..." She caught herself with a blink. "Yes, Sir." I chuckled. "Good girl. Now give your Master a kiss, child." "Mmmm..... yes, Master." I did so like hearing those words coming from her lips. Those soft warm lips with just a tinge of coolness from the passage of the ice water which opened readily to mine as she tipped her head up. A little squeak and a soft moan as one hand gripped the long red hair it the back of her neck, controlling her movements as I kissed her long and hard. I felt the beginnings of a growl of desire rumbling in my chest. The other hand gripped her chin as I ravished her with my mouth and I only let it go on for a few moments, even though I could have spent the entire weekend losing myself in those sweet lips. Finally I pulled back slightly then growled into her mouth. "Now it's time for you to learn to be a proper and respectful pet. A cautionary tale on the consequences of disobedience. Now... up." I didn't really give her time to process what I said as I brought her up keeping a strong grip on her hair, using it to control exactly how I wanted her to move. "And down again." I traded places with her as I sat on the side of the bed and brought her body down across my lap, arranging her with that full firm ass dangling off one side of my hip. Maeve wiggled and squirmed and struggled a little against being placed there, her bounds hands trying in vain to cover her ass. "Oh...! B-but.... I.... I don't... b-but.... oh, please, Sir.... I... Eep!" A quick swat across her ass made her squeak and stiffen as she lay face down, feet kicking a little. "Quiet, girl. What did I say I was going to do to you?" "Y-you.... You are going to s-spank m-me, Sir." I patted her bottom softly with my fingers. "That is right. I am going to spank your pretty little ass bright red. And if you continue to fight me, instead of using my hand I will use a paddle or my belt if you prefer." The thought made her flinch. "N-no, Sir! Please!" "Tell Master what you want, Maeve." I kept my voice even. It only took a second before she lowered her head, face flaming a bright red as she spoke, voice barely above a whisper. "P-please spank me with your hand, Master." So very nice. Well on her way to becoming a proper and obedient pet. My fingertips trail lightly across her tense bottom. I can feel the muscles in her butt clenched up tight. "Since you asked so nicely I will, pet. This time I will only use my hand. This time." "Th-thank y...... Oh!" She stiffened and yelped as my hand came down on her ass hard. The sharp sound echoed on the room. Then another little cry as I slapped the opposite cheek. Maeve kicked and wiggled. I took a moment to enjoy my bright pink hand prints on her pale skin. They looked so fetching. Almost the same color as her hair. Oh, I was definitely going to enjoy this. "All righty then." I shifted her body a little closer, pulling her waist into my belly as my free hand grabbed her bound wrists and held them tightly in place. Then I proceeded to spank her ass in earnest. My hand rose and fell, moving from one ass cheek to the other, sometimes spanking the same side two or three times before moving to the other side, never allowing her to know where the next blow was going to fall. Not being very experienced with this sort of thing, Maeve kicked and squirmed and struggled against my grip, trying in vain to protect her tender bottom. But I was holding her firmly as she struggled. One dozen quickly became two. The girl arched her back, trying what she could to protect herself and pull her smarting bottom away from my blows. A pause. My hand came down again and the girl laying across my lap flinched then shivered slightly as My warm palm stroked her gently all over, soothing away some of the sting. I stroked my hand all over her tingling smarting ass and down the backs and insides of her thighs, making her sigh and shiver. Slowly her legs and back relaxed until she lay full across my lap once more. "Are you all right, Maeve?" "Y... ahhh.... y-yes, sir." "Do you think I'm done spanking this sweet little ass, girl?" I could almost hear her bite her lower lip. She shook her head slightly. "N-no, sir. Aaah!" A quick swat made her stiffen. "Is your pussy wet?" A flush spread out down her back, darkening her pale skin. "Mmm.... y-yes, sir." "Spread your legs for me." "Oooohhh...." Her legs trembled as she spread her thighs apart, hoping for something in the way of a more gentle nature. I could be more than obliging, at times. My palm cupped her between her legs and she was indeed still quite wet. I made a suitably appreciate noise in the back of my throat. Maeve spread her legs a bit wider and pressed back into my touch, her hips swirling just a little as she unabashedly rubbed herself against my palm. "I am going to spank you some more. You know this." "Mmm..... yes, sir. I know." Her bottom tensed up just a little but she was enjoying my hand between her legs too much to get distracted. "When I am done I am going to put you on your knees and slip my prick into your mouth, girl. So you can thank me properly for making you such an obedient pet." Her lips came open slightly, as if I was already there, demanding admission to her mouth. "Aaaahhh.... yes, Master. Mmmm....." One finger slipped between those slick little pussy lips and she pressed against me harder. "Then after you have swallowed my come I will tied you to my bed, lift your legs high and wide and fuck you as long and as hard as I can." She wiggled harder, a rosy hue spreading all down her back. "God yes.... Mmmm... fuck me.... oooohhh....." My finger, slick with her natural lubricant, paused at her entrance then slowly slipped up inside her pussy. She was small and extremely tight and the girl gasped and wiggled as I went deeper and deeper inside of her. "And perhaps later on I will put you face down with a pillow under your hips and slip my cock up into that tight little well spanked ass of yours." As I spoke my thumb pressed between her ass cheeks and rested at the tight rosette of her hole, which spasmed and clenched up tight at the feeling. The results were immediate and most satisfying. Maeve moaned deeply and shuddered with a high pitched squeak somewhere in the middle there. Her ass cheeks clamped down on my thumb and her thighs squeezed together on my hand, trapping me. Her hips bucked once... twice... three times and then she came with a cry and a long shuddering moan as her head came up and her feet kicked the air. It sounded as if she were trying to tell me something important. Something she really wanted me to be aware of. All I was hearing clearly was "Fuck" and "Oh please" and "I never" and "Master" once or twice. There was a lot of gasping and stammering and squeaking in between and quite a bit of it was completely unintelligible. But I heard her meaning nonetheless. Message received and understood. I'd become quite fluent in speaking orgasm. My fingers moved just slightly between her tightly clamped thighs and buttocks but it was more than enough to keep her moaning and shivering and bucking as she squirmed in my lap. I prolonged it for a few moments, then stilled my motion to allow her space to breathe and calm down once more. I thoroughly enjoyed making her come over and over again but if I allowed it to go on for too much longer she would have just fallen asleep as soon as it stopped. She might have enjoyed it, but it would have been no fun at all for me. While I was having a good time, I had much bigger plans. Most of which involved filling that enticing body with as much of my come as I could produce. As many times and in as many of her orifices as I could manage. Moving slowly as I took advantage of her body relaxing millimeter by millimeter, my hand slipped from between her thighs and Maeve sagged onto my legs, almost a dead weight. The girl hung her head and panted softly. The tips of my fingers softly stroked her quivering pink bottom. She wasn't experienced enough in this sort of thing to anticipate when she felt my fingers break contact with her skin. The hard slap against her ass caught her completely by surprise and she squawked. So did the second and the third and so on.... Once again, I wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her into my lap and trapping her bound hands to keep her from trying to ward off my blows. And once again I spanked her ass in earnest while she yelled and squawked and kicked and wiggled, begging me in broken words to stop. I didn't, of course. At least not right away. I was having way too much fun. I was really enjoying the sight of my hand prints turning her pale skin red and blending together until her entire ass had turned a flaming crimson one shade darker than her pretty red hair. I'd even laid a few hard slaps all the way down her pale creamy thighs which made her squeak and kick and cry out even louder. When I heard the first actual sob leak from her throat I slowed down considerably, listening as it got deeper. I couldn't see her face as she lay bent over my lap, but from the sound of her cries I could guess there was at least one tear tracking over her face if not several. "Was there.... smack! Something you wanted.... smack! To say to me.... smack! Girl?" "Y-yes! Please! Eek!" It was almost a shriek. "P-please! Oooowww! Please, S-sir! Yeek! Please s-stop! Ow! Ooohhhhhhh.....!" I did pause then, because she had asked so politely. Instead I changed to light pats which just on the borderline between caresses and slaps. "What will you do for me, Maeve? What will you do if I stop?" Her face was craning sideways towards me in desperation. I could indeed see the tracks of tears flowing from her eyes. "An..... Anything! Anything you want! Please!" "Will you give me your mouth?" Pat... pat.. pat... smack! "Ow! Yes!" "Tell me what you will give me." Pat... pat.. pat... smack! "Aaaah! I will give you my mouth! S-sir!" She had anticipated the next demand and beat me to it to save her stinging bottom. "Will you give me your pussy?" Pat... pat.. pat... smack! "Ouch! Shit! Yes Master! I will give you my pussy! P-please!" "So what is the answer to my last question, pet girl?" Pat... pat.. pat... smack! Smack! "Ow! Ow! Oooohhhh....... I..... I...." My hand lifted from her skin and she stiffened. "No! Please! I will g-give you m-my ass, Master!" Pretty sure it was the first time she had ever said that or even thought it out loud in her life. "Good girl." When my hand contacted her flesh once more she stiffened and flinched. But it came down softly this time, slowly caressing her reddened bottom, gently wiping away the sting I had put there. I softly drew away the heat with my own skin. I traveled all over the quivering moons of her ass and down one thigh, softly dusting away my fingerprints. When I transferred my touch to her other leg, I went up from the back of her knee and cupped the curve of her ass in my palm. Still laying face down across my lap, Maeve sighed at my touch and quivered slightly. As I cupped her bottom, she drew in a breath and lifted her lower legs as her head came up. Another sigh left her body and I watched as her toes curled and a shiver ran from one end of her body to the other. A nice poignant gentle peak. Progress. "Good girl. Very good girl..." One arm across her chest and my other one on her lower thighs turned the girl off my lap and gently down onto the floor on her knees. Fortunately for her, she was aware enough not to try and set her smarting ass on her heels, as it would have probably stung more than a little bit. I grabbed a tissue and wiped the tears from her cheeks then had her blow her nose to stop her sniffling. As I leaned around her to throw away the tissue I reached down and untied her wrists. The girl raised her hands and wiped at her face again with her fingers. As distracted as she was, Maeve hadn't noticed I had risen off the bed and was now standing right in front of her. "I'm guessing you haven't done that before have you, child?" She shook her head. "Mmmm-mmm.... no, Sir ." My fingers popped open the top button of my jeans. "Well, maybe I can give you something to do which might be a bit more familiar." Finally letting my hard prick free from my pants was quite a relief. Even though they were fairly loose I had been hard and cramped inside of them for such a long time. It was almost enough just getting that much relief. But not quite. "Oh..." The girl's eyes were wide. I don't know how many cocks she had encountered before this moment. Many or one or a few. I didn't care if any of them were bigger or smaller than I was. All that mattered was the look on her face when it popped out inches from her nose. The little redhead's eyes went wide, her lips parted and the tip of her tongue flicked out partway and licked her lower lip. Her hands reached up, hesitantly. "Do you want me to fuck you, Maeve?" From her knees she looked up at me. "Y-yes, Sir." I smiled. "Then show me how much you want it, love. Show Master how much you want him inside you." "Oh.... yes, Sir. Mmmm...." Smooth soft little hands wrapped around my shaft and began stroking me up and down slowly. They felt really good on my skin. I was probably about as hard as I had ever been in my life and looking down at this gorgeous little twenty year old redhead on her knees in front of me about to slip my prick into her mouth made me feel like a rock star. I wanted to jump up and down and pump my fist in the air and yell "Whoo Hoo!!!" But right now was definitely not the time for such nonsense. I was seriously busy. Soft strong fingers gripped my shaft. One hand went further up then down, sliding my foreskin back to expose the head of my prick. I could see it was glistening with precome, which did not surprise me in the least as it had been leaking onto my leg for the better part of an hour. Her nose bumped softly into my flesh and she inhaled deeply through her nostrils, filling her lungs with the scent of a man who desired her desperately. I hoped I smelled as good to her as she looked to me. "Mmmm..... good girl." My fingers rested lightly on her head, tangling in her hair. Just there, touching her. Not guiding or pushing. No need. Not yet, anyway. A little pink tongue snaked out and tasted just the tip of my prick before disappearing back between her lips. Once... twice... three times. "Now, Maeve. Take me in your mouth." When she spoke it was in a whisper with her lips perched right at the end of my member as if it were her own personal microphone. "Yes..... Master. Mmmm....." I got to watch while the hot little redhead on her knees in front of me gazed up at me with those big gorgeous brown eyes, parted her lips and slid the tip of my prick into her mouth. Those soft lips closed around me, her soft wet tongue slipped around and around my flesh and she sucked on my prick gently like a straw. How in the world did I ever get so lucky? I had no idea. The girl's hand slid up and down my shaft a bit faster and the bobbing of her head and the suction she was supplying increased just a little more. Those beautiful eyes were still looking up into mine and I could see her desire reflected in them. Looking down a little further I could see the faint imprints of my hands still pink against the pale skin of her snug butt. I'd given this pretty young thing a taste (both literally and figuratively) of my world and it seemed she wanted more. I was more than happy to expand her world. "Aaaahhh..... that feels wonderful, little pet. Keep going." She nodded softly. "Mmmm-Hmmm...." The vibration almost made my hair stand on end. It just became a bit harder to give her back when I was done. But in the mean time I was really going to enjoy this weekend. And I was going to do my level best to make sure Maeve came back to me again and again.