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Spankings Ch. 01

By: Crichton7



Our playing has gotten to the point where it seems to intermingle with our regular lives. What's comforting, erotic, and still takes some adjustment is how quickly and easily we're able to shift roles during the course of the day. Even in mid-conversation, the ebb and flow of roles has become amazingly fluid. In public where we have to play things down, we still have subtle looks, touches, and words that drive the meanings home of what is to come later.

As we're lounging around one afternoon, I look at you and tell you to put on your black pleated skirt, black thigh-highs, and a soft, fuzzy sweater of some sort. Your instructions include no panties or bra and to come back into the living room when you're done. I'm wearing my button fly blue jeans and a white button-down shirt as I'm sitting on the couch and flipping through a magazine.

You look at me for a moment, receive a stern, expectant look and head off to get changed. That you do this in itself without question makes me hard, my throbbing cock trapped against my leg without any physical inducement. When you come back into the room, I tell you to lift up your sweater, revealing a perfect set of pale globes, the nipples hard and pointed. Next, I tell you to lift your skirt and you reveal a neatly trimmed pussy, no panties and the tops of your thigh-highs clearly visible. As you drop the skirt, I see your eyes focus briefly on the noticeable bulge in my pants, your cheeks quickly turning flushed with desire. You drop to your knees and reach to unbutton my pants when I say, "Not yet, sweetie. We need to go shopping. You need a new toy."

Your eyes gleam and I can tell you think we're going to a porn store. I head in the general direction of the adult store, but then turn off to a large strip mall area. You give me a strange look and I pull into the Staples parking lot. "We're here." You look at me with a combination of frustration and confusion, but get out of the car. On our way through the doors of the store, your countenance changes, a sudden realization. I grin as I can practically see the lightbulb over your head and see your knees weaken, if only for a moment.

"Lauren, do you know where we're going?"

Your eyes widen a bit. "Office supplies?"

"Very good, Lauren. We only need one item for home. What do you think it is?"

Your cheeks are flushed red again, glowing brightly. You whisper, "A ruler?"

"Excellent." I lead you to the office supplies section and we begin to look over rulers. I pick up a couple of them and smack them against my hand, causing you to jump and give me a slightly embarrassed look. Yet, it's still clear you're trying to hide your arousal. I know the outfit makes you feel sexy, but I can also tell that in public you're trying to reign things in a bit. I'm just standing back watching you barely stay in control and loving every second of it.

I can see you carefully looking over rulers, doing your best to smack them against your skin and be subtle about it when a saleswoman comes over.

"Can I help you find something in particular?"

You say, "No, I'm just browsing. I'll know what I like when I find it."

"Well, how will the ruler be used?"

With a straight face, I say "For her." You give me a look that's a mixture of shock, mortification, amusement, and lust all at once.

The saleswoman turns five shades of red, grins sheepishly, gives you an old-style wooden ruler and says softly, "This is my favorite." She looks at you, looks at me, and then the embarrassed grin turns into a huge smile that she can't help but have...then she turns and walks away. You look back and me and I can see that you can't decide whether to burst out laughing or beg me to finger you until you cum right there.

We make it to the car and back to the highway. You've been antsy the whole time, squirming in your seat. "Lauren, you were a good girl in the store. Do you want to cum before we get home?" You look at me and nod, unable to speak. I reach over, spread your legs, and feel how sticky you are. My fingers scoop up a little of your cum and I smear it on your lips, teasing you and not letting you suck them off like I know you would like. "You may finger yourself and cum, Lauren." Within two minutes, you're screaming in the car, cumming hard all over your hand, looking more like you were relieved to explode than gaining pleasure out of the experience. I smile softly and say, "Wait until we get home. I have one more special treat for you."

When we get home, I open a closet door to reveal twenty hooks. I look at you and say, "Do you know why these are here?" When you shake your head, I explain, "This is where you will keep your rulers. Whenever you're to be punished, I will ask you to bring me a ruler, unless I need to punish you a certain way. In that case I will come over here and pull out a ruler of my own volition. Do you understand me?"

Your eyes light up with erotic fire for a moment, you look at me and then look down. You nod in understanding, so I continue, "Good. Most of the time you're a good girl, but even good girls need discipline so that they stay good. And if you're bad, you need discipline so that you stay a good girl. Giving you discipline means that I adore you enough to take care of you and make sure you're doing what you should be. Do you understand?"

I can see your cheeks are flushed with desire and that your breathing is slow and heavy. Our eyes lock briefly and you look down again, nodding slightly. "Good. I built this line of hooks just for you and I've never done this before for anyone else. You're my special girl, who will get the kind of care I've never been able to give before. Are you ready for that?" 

Spankings Ch. 02



A few days have passed since the purchase of the first ruler. Things have been busy for both of us and while our playing has been varied and still of the D/s variety, it's been a little hectic and I haven't been able to pay as much attention to you as either of us would like. That is, until Wednesday night that week.

As I mentioned, things have been hectic. The house has gotten a little messy, dishes have piled up a bit, things like that. It's nothing that an hour of cleaning won't take care of. Because you will get home earlier than I will on Wednesday night, you said that you would take care of those things and we would order out for supper. When I get home, the living room is flawless, picked up and clean. However, dirty dishes are still piled up in the sink. You're sitting on the couch, reading a book, lounging around in your work clothes (jeans, low-cut sweater, clogs).

"I thought you were going to take care of dishes tonight, too."

You just look at me and shrug. "I didn't get to them. Didn't feel like it. Besides, we're ordering out, anyway. I ordered a pizza when you pulled in the driveway." Your nose goes back into the book.

I raise an eyebrow. "But you said you would take care of that. You knew this was going to be a long day for me and I wanted to have everything cleaned up around here. I wouldn't have minded doing it myself, but you promised me that you would take care of things."

Again, you just shrug, not even looking up. "I'll get to it when I feel like it."

You know exactly how much I hate it when you tell me that you'll do something and then let it go, especially with cleaning. When you tell me that you'll do something, I expect that you'll do it when you say you will. I just stand there, staring at you, waiting for some kind of response. When you keep reading, I just sigh and set my briefcase down, giving you one last chance to do or say something, anything. 

Without saying a word I walk over to you, grab you by the hair and start pulling you off the couch. You drop the book and immediately yelp out, more in surprise than pain. You start crawling along as I'm dragging you back to the bedroom, knowing that you'll be completely dragged by the hair if you don't use at least a little movement on your own. Neither of us say a word and you practically go limp until we actually get to the bedroom.

Once we're there, I sigh. "Go in the closet and bring me your ruler, then take off your jeans and clogs." You start to undress. "Lauren, I said to bring me your ruler first. Don't you think you're in enough trouble right now as it is?"

You give me a bit of a puzzled look, your jeans around your ankles. "Look, the delivery person is going to be here really soon. Don't you think this should wait until..."

I stride quickly to you, grab you by the hair and bend you over the bed, swatting your panty-clad ass three times in rapid succession on each cheek with my hand. "I didn't stutter, I didn't speak in a foreign language, and I didn't ask to be questioned. What did I tell you to do?"

Your voice chokes a bit, almost sobbing. "To grab my ruler and to take off my jeans and clogs."

"Did you do that?"

"No."

"OK, then. I'm going to let you up and give you one more chance to complete this very simple task."

You look back at me with a slightly pained look, then you walk into the closet to get your ruler. Holding the ruler in your mouth, you slip out of your clogs and jeans.

I look at you. "Well? Are you just going to stand there?"

You look at me, then drop to your knees and hold up the ruler for me. I take it from you, then unzip my slacks, my mostly hard cock flopping out and hitting your face. Your lips start to reach for it, but I sharply slap your shoulder with the ruler once, making you yelp.

"No. This isn't about my pleasure right now, this is about making sure you do what you're told. You promised me that you would handle two very simple tasks this afternoon and you ignored one of them. With attitude, I might add."

Your head bows slightly, my cock resting on your forehead, cockhead in your silky hair. "I adore you, but this kind of behavior isn't acceptable, is it?" You shake your head no. "So what's even more disturbing to me is that you know this is wrong, but you've chosen to act like this anyway." I place the wood of the ruler next to your cheek, then chin and raise your face to look at me. "Do good girls do what you did this afternoon?" Again, you shake your head and I sigh. "Get up on the bed. Rest your head on your palms, elbows propping up your head, knees down, ass in the air." You stare at me for a moment. "Now!"

You scramble up on the bed and assume the position diagonally on a corner of the bed, head at one edge, feet barely dangling off another edge. I walk behind you and start rubbing your ass with the ruler. "Lauren, why am I doing this?"

"Because I've been disobedient."

"Why else?"

"Because to be a good girl means I need to be disciplined, in every sense of the word."

"That's right. It means that you need self-discipline to do what you've agreed to do and to be disciplined to be the kind of good girl you're capable of being. Since you've lacked self-discipline today, what do you think that means you need right now?"

You think for a few moments and whisper, "I need to be disciplined. I need to be your good girl again."

I pause. "So what does that mean, Lauren?"

You whisper, even softer, "That I need to be spanked."

"I'm sorry, but that's not good enough."

You hang your head down off your palms and I slap the back of your thighs with the ruler. "Posture is important, Lauren. Discipline, remember? What do you need to do right now?" I can hear you crying softly, a release and not sadness when you whisper in a barely audible voice, "Please spank me."

I slap your thighs again with the ruler, close to the knees. "I couldn't hear you."

Slightly louder, you say, "Please spank me."

You feel three quick whips of the ruler against your thighs again. You know I've heard you. "I'm growing tired of this, Lauren. Either you want to be a good girl or you don't. Which is it?"

Tears are flowing freely down your cheeks when you croak, "Please, please spank me. I've been a bad girl and I need to be punished for my transgressions. Please, please, please..."

Upon the last "please", you feel the crisp whip of the ruler against one ass cheek, then the other. You feel 5 blows per cheek, then 10, then 15. The blows are struck in different places, but you know your ass is definitely red, probably turning purple. Your breathing is heavy, eyes glazed over...and get you five more blows of the ruler against your ass after a brief respite. I move in front of you and whisper, "Good girl," and shove my rock-hard cock in your mouth. I cum quickly, just as you love in this situation, coming in your mouth and shooting a little on your face, rubbing my hot cock and cum into your lips, your chin, your neck. Moving behind you again, I spread your legs slightly and feel your pussy, wet with desire. I take two fingers, scoop your cum and move in front of you again, rubbing it over your face before feeding the remnants into your mouth.

I lean down and whisper, "You were such a good girl to take your punishment without crying in pain that I'll allow you to touch yourself and cum." You look up at me and I smile softly, moving behind you. As your fingers start furiously rubbing your clit, I smack your ass with the ruler again. It only takes three blows before you're shot over the edge into orgasm.

You cum hard, all of your pain, your ecstasy, everything exploding at once. It's an intense orgasm, one that I can tell you've needed more than either of us realized. You're lying on me, limp as a rag doll when the doorbell rings. This quickly causes you to come to your senses, bringing you back to reality.

"Well, Lauren...go get the delivery."

You give me a panicked look. "You're kidding, right? I can't go to the door like this!"

Walking over to my closet, I pull out an oversized button-down shirt. "Throw this on and get our delivery." I grin. "If it's a guy, maybe your cleavage will be enough to get you a special deal."

You give me a look that insinuates I'm pure evil, but you're loving every second of it. As you're getting ready quickly, I'm soaking you in. You're positively radiant, glowing...not just from the glistening cum on your cheeks and lips, but from the experience itself. Your thighs are glistening, your face a little sticky, your hair disheveled...you smell just as you look: freshly fucked.

You answer the door in your shirt and nothing else, with the shirt so open that it's practically showing off your entire chest. I'm watching quietly out of sight from the person at the door. When you open it, it's some 18 year old boy, completely shocked at the sight in front of him.

"How much do I owe you?" I can see you turning from submissive into seductress in the blink of an eye.

"Ummmm.....$23.49, ma'am."

"Hrm. All I have is a 50 dollar bill. Do you have change or would you like a...tip?" You grin slyly at him, the scent of your arousal permeating the air.

The delivery boy stammers and walks off without taking the money, leaving the pizza box in your hands and almost sprinting back to his car. Instead of getting change, he starts the car and drives off quickly. As you close the door, you look back at me and we involuntarily burst into laughter. I kiss you softly, tell you again that you're my good girl and that I adore you, then we curl up together for the evening.



Spankings Ch. 03



"I have twenty hooks for rulers."

I grin at you and say, "Yes, you do."

"But I only have one ruler."

"And your point is...?"

"I want another ruler."

I raise both my eyebrows at you, with a little bit of surprise at your tone. You look back at me, aware of your blurted out transgression.

"I'm sorry...I meant, may I have another ruler?"

My eyes continue glancing through the newspaper. "What's the magic word?"

"Please?" You look at me, almost shyly, and crawl over to me and butt your head against me like a cat. You even start to making purring noises and rub against my hand. It's adorable, really. I put the paper down and you slide into my lap, wrapping your arms around my neck. "Can I pleeeaaaasssse get another ruler, Tom? I promise I'll be your good girl, your sweet little angel if you let me." When you bat your eyelashes at me, I laugh, knowing that you're sincere but playing with me at the same time. I kiss you softly on the lips, saying, "Go to the bedroom, strip naked, and come back out here." Your eyes gleam and you bound out of the room.

I'm sitting on the edge of the couch when you return and you sit on the couch, then crawl over to me, through the newspaper I'm continuing to read. You unbutton my jeans and start to softly suck my cock, simply for your own contentment. I fold the paper and continue reading while my other hand softly strokes your hair and runs down your upper body. I love the combination of comfort and eroticism when we do this. You're gently sucking on me and I'm just enjoying the feel of my cock in your soft, wet mouth. 

After a while you start jerking my cock in your mouth, wanting the reward of cum you normally get when we have this kind of play. Instead, I stop you and say, "OK, Lauren. Get dressed. You want to get your next ruler, don't you?"

You seem a bit disappointed at first and continue using your mouth on me. "Lauren, only good girls get new toys. You're my good girl, right?" Gleefully, you bounce up and head to the bedroom, like a girl who's been told she can get a new toy to play with. Which, in a sense, is what you're getting. As aroused as this makes me, I know I have to fight to stay patient. I would love nothing more than to pin you down over the arm of the couch and fuck you relentlessly, especially when I see that you've put on a flimsy black skirt that goes to your ankles and no underwear. You've put on a conservative purple button down blouse, but I can see that you've also decided to wear a push-up bra underneath. You're gorgeous as usual and the ride into town is tense for both of us. You try to reach over to my lap and I say, "Not yet." I can tell that you want to continue, even maybe to the point of being punished; however, you also know this trip is especially for you and you don't want to risk having the car turned around and not getting your new ruler.

We head back to Staples, mainly because the selection of rulers was good the last time we were there and it's not busy shortly after the store opens. We start looking through the rulers and I know exactly why you've worn the thinnest skirt you have. The plastic rulers aren't that thrilling this time. I find something close to a metal drafting ruler and, after seeing no one around, smack your ass solidly with it. It carries a little more sting and you try your best to stifle your initial cry.

"Ahem."

We look around and find that we weren't exactly alone. The woman who helped us the first time we were here is standing at the end of the aisle, grinning mischievously. "Trying out the merchandise in the store, are we?"

This time you're the one with the embarrassed look. My initial surprise turns to amusement. "Nothing wrong with making sure we'd be happy with our purchase before taking home, is there? I don't want my girl to be unhappy, you know." I swat your ass again, bringing out an involuntary groan. Any inhibitions you have are giving way to desire. "Given what your own desires seem to be from the last time we were here, I'm sure you can understand the problem in picking out a proper ruler."

The clerk looks at me and says, "You can't really try the merchandise properly out here, though."

"Really?" I swat your ass again, harder, not caring if anyone else is around. Your groan is soft and lustful, deeper than before. 

"Yes, sir, really. Besides, you're not giving her a true demonstration of how that ruler can feel."

I just rub the ruler over your ass for a few moments. "The store isn't exactly bustling with activity. I'm sure I could give her a proper display right here." You feel the ruler leave your ass, seeing my arm raise back out of the corner of your eye. Your breathing is heavy and I know from our playing at home that you want nothing more than to rub your clit, even if ever so slightly to heighten your pleasure. Involuntarily, your ass sticks out just a bit more.

"Sir?" I stop and bring my arm down. "Even though we're not busy right now, this probably isn't the proper place. Would you follow me, please?"

You and I look at each other. Your cheeks are flushed and the glazed look in your eyes indicates your dizziness with desire. The teasing this morning, the anticipation of the car ride...any hold your inhibitions had on you are no longer wavering, they're completely gone. "Well, go on, Lauren. Follow the clerk so we can get more help, would you?"

We go through some double doors and into what appears to be a manager's office. As we enter the office, our clerk closes the door, locking it. "Can't have someone barging in while a customer is trying out one of our products, can we? I'm Trish, by the way."

"I'm Tom. This is Lauren."

"Nice to meet you both. We don't often get people in here with this particular interest in our merchandise." Trish sits on the edge of the desk in the office. "Obviously, I want to give you whatever kind of help you need. Do you need some privacy?"

"No. You can stay if you'd like. Lauren has been proud of her ability to take instruction, but hasn't been able to show it off for anyone. This seems like as good of a time as any." In an even voice, I say, "Put your hands on the desk, Lauren. Put them down flat." I lift your skirt to reveal your pale backside. "You see this, Trish? Not only did she wear a flimsy skirt today, but no panties, either." You feel two cracks of the ruler against your ass. "Posture, Lauren. Posture is everything. Isn't that right, Trish?"

Trish locks eyes with you. "Definitely." Your eyes follow her hand, which unbuttons her black work pants and slips inside the cotton panties she's wearing. She gasps just a bit and you can tell she's reached her clit. "She's...*gasp*...got to learn how to be a proper good girl for you, doesn't she?"

I bend the ruler a little bit to get more of a whipping motion on your ass; it makes a loud crack on each of the three strokes and you drop your head and cry out due to the unexpected sharpness of the sting. You feel two more whips of the ruler against your lower thighs, causing you to cry out again. "Lauren, Lauren, Lauren. Head up, remember? We go through this every time. It seems like your training never ends." Tears are flowing down your face from the pain of the experience, but also in your release and letting go. "And crying out in pain? Tsk, tsk."

To this point, I've never punished you like this in public, let alone in front of anyone else. This is just pushing your boundaries that much further. Your cheeks are flushed from the humiliation of being punished like this in front of another person, but also from the rush of desire as well. "Trish, she may look like a good little girl to you, but she's really just a whore in disguise." Three more swats to the ass with you biting your lip not to cry out. "Aren't you just a little whore, Lauren?" Two more swats, before you can even answer. "Well?"

"Y-yes, Tom." 

You get two more swats. "Whose whore?"

Blood is forming on your lip from biting so hard. "Yours." Tears continue to freely flow from your eyes, mascara smeared and running.

"You see how her big tits are heaving, Trish?" Trish just nods and rubs her own clit faster. "Straining against her bra, her shirt, begging to be freed...how much do you think she'd like you to free those monsters and let you fondle or suck them?"

You look back at me in surprise and I take my hand to your ass this time. I lose count of how many swats I use, feeling the blood rising, your ass hot and flushed. "Posture! Discipline! You have to pay attention!" I sigh. "Trish, would you like to unbutton Lauren's shirt and let her tits from their constraints?"

Trish just nods, working her clit furiously with one hand, reaching over to your shirt with the other. She deftly unbuttons you and lifts your tits inside your bra, freeing them. As she lets your tits out, she squeezes the nipple on one, causing you to moan; Trish then twists it hard and I can see your cum glistening on your thighs, smell your eagerness wafting up to me. Trish twists one more time and you give a throaty groan; now she grabs as much of your breast as will fit in her hand and grips hard as she starts to come. I shove three fingers inside you at the same time, only to feel your orgasm as well, hearing you cry out in ecstasy and feeling you clench my fingers so tightly that I'm nearly squeezed out of your sopping wet cunt.

You pull down your skirt over now-purple ass, trails of cum flowing down your thighs. I raise your head and say, "That's my girl," then kiss you on the lips softly. Trish grins at us and says, "I think that ruler will suit you just fine. Please close the door on your way out, would you?"

I lead and you close the door behind us, buttoning up your shirt again. As you're closing the door, you can see Trish putting her fingers to her clit again, ready to cum one more time before leaving the office.

As we head out of the store, you whisper, "I can't believe this...with someone we barely know?"

I just grin. "Actually, you know her better than you realize. Check out the bloggers you read when we get home."

After a moment, the lightbulb goes off over your head. "Officegirl?" You stare at me incredulously from other side of the car. "Did you two set me up?"

We get in and I start the motor. "I don't know if 'set up' is the proper term. Let's just say that I mentioned a certain scenario to her and wondered what she would do if it presented itself."

"Tom...?"

I'm driving out of the parking lot and on to the highway. "Lauren, you're my special girl and you always will be. I've chatted with her on and off in the past and nothing more ever came of it than vague teasing. You've talked to her before, so you know how she is. I didn't even realize who she was until last week and I got a response from her after a brief post I made about getting your first ruler. After today, she especially knows you're mine. This was a bit of fun for you and me. Anything I do without telling you initially is only to set up a surprise for you. You liked your surprise, didn't you?"

You just grin, almost timidly. "Yes," you whisper.

"OK, then." I smile warmly and put my arm around you, drawing you close.

We head home, your head in my lap the entire way, just resting. I stroke your body and tell you that when we get home you can put your new ruler on hook #2 in the closet. You're my good girl, something I respect and cherish.



Spankings Ch. 04



We're at home one evening, lounging after a particularly long day for both of us. We're both reading; I'm going through a magazine and you're reading a book. I'm stroking your hair, just enjoying how you feel, your body leaned up against me on the couch. Suddenly, you look at me, grin, and walk out of the room. Before you leave, I cock an eyebrow upwards, watch you leave, then flip through my magazine again. You come back with your first ruler in your hands, wearing only a soft t-shirt, beaming.

"Lauren, sweetie...you've been a good girl lately. You haven't done anything wrong."

"I know."

You smile sweetly and place the ruler on my lap. My magazine finds its way to the coffee table and you lie across me, your ass sticking up high in the air for me, head down and facing outward, your cheek resting on a cushion, arms behind your back. I pull off my belt and secure your wrists there. Although you can't see it, I smile and look at you adoringly, knowing what a treasure you are. At first, I rub your ass with my hand lightly. The ruler rests on your thighs and then both hands start to rub your back, over the flimsy shirt, then under it. When you've relaxed a little bit, I pick up the ruler and lightly swat you on the ass twice with the ruler. You immediately sigh, full of contentment. I lightly swat your ass and thighs down to your knees, listening to you groan with release on every stroke. Once I'm at your knees I work the ruler up your thighs and ass again, but pulling on your hair at the same time. As your head is pulled back, the gutteral groans you release are of pure ecstasy. Your hips squirm and you can feel me become erect underneath you; knowing this how much this is turning me on makes you moan that much louder.

I continue giving you crisp, light swats and run the trail from your ass to your knees again, then back up. My hand is still pulling on your hair on the way down to your knees, but I run my fingernails down your back (over your shirt) on the ruler's way back up. It's light enough not to draw blood, but hard enough that trails could be seen down your back if the shirt were to be lifted.

"Lauren, you've been a very good girl the last few days. You may go get your favorite toy if you wish."

You're off my lap in a flash, causing me to chuckle at your exuberance. I untie your wrists, placing my belt beside me on the couch. When you come back you see that I'm still fully clothed and a little bit of disappointment appears on your face. Because you're my princess and have been so good lately, I unzip my pants, my cock springing up. You look at me gratefully and claim your place again across my lap, my hard cock lying against your belly. One of your arms is outstretched again, grasping the arm of the couch. The other is firmly between your legs, working your favorite vibrator inside you. When I hear the familiar soft, wet sucking sounds from between your thighs, I crack the ruler against your ass again and offer you my fingers to suck. Our playing has made you impatient for release and I can feel you bucking hard in my lap, whining when I start to just rub the ruler against your ass instead of swatting you with it.

"Even when you've been good, you know the rules. Good girls have to maintain discipline at all times. Have you asked permission to cum?"

"Mmmrrpph." You shake your head, my fingers still in your mouth. Your hips buck more, craving the sting of wood against your flesh.

"So you know that you're just driving yourself crazy, right? The longer you do this and bring yourself close without asking permission to cum, the worse it's going to be." I take my wet fingers out of your mouth and caress your face with it. From the way you're fucking yourself with your toy, I know how close you are.

"P-please?"

"Please what?"

"Please let me cum, Tom?" You're nearly breathless, keeping yourself on the edge of orgasm.

I sigh. "I'm not sure now. I've been so good to you tonight, treating you like my princess and then you start to lose your discipline."

Both of your hands are working furiously at your pussy. I can tell you're fucking yourself with the vibrator with one hand and rubbing your clit with the other. "Please...I want to be your good girl. I want you to be so proud of me, of how good I am..."

I crack my belt against your ass this time, not out of punishment, but for pleasure. I know how excited this makes you and is pushing you closer to the edge, teasing you with the possibility of orgasm that much more. "Whose good girl are you, Lauren?"

The strain of holding back your impending orgasm has made tears flow down your cheeks. "Y-y-y-yours."

"Only mine?" Another crack of the whip, this time against the mid-thighs.

A cry of pleasure and pain. "Yes...only yours. No one else's."

"Good girl. Then I think you have a question for me, don't you?" Another crack of the belt against your ass.

"M-may I cum, Tom? Please?" You're crying freely now, everything welled up, building to a crescendo.

Stroking your hair lightly, I tell you, "Yes, sweetie. You may."

I crack the belt against your ass every few seconds, as if I'm striking on the first beat of each phrase of a classical music composition playing only in my head. As desperate as you have been for release, you're relishing the sting of leather against your ass and thighs now, holding back not for discipline, but for the greatest amount of pleasure you can handle. I lose track of the number of times I've whipped your ass before you cum with a violent force. You scream into a couch cushion, hands buried between your thighs. I can feel your wetness seeping into my slacks, making my thighs sticky. Your cries continue for what seems like an eternity, the kind of orgasm you only seem to get when we play like this. I whip your ass a few times while you cum to heighten your pleasure, but I put the belt down and start to stroke your hair and back softly as you come down from your bliss.

Although you're a bit shaky, you stumble back to the bedroom to put your toy away, then come back to the living room and lie down in my lap again. You kiss me softly, throwing your arms around my neck and whisper in my ear, "Thank you", eyes gleaming. 



Spankings Ch. 05



All relationships hit a lull. It's not a good thing or bad thing, necessarily; it just is. We're busy people and the last month has found us with not as much time for much of anything. And that lack of time and attention has taken its toll on seemingly every part of the relationship. We haven't been talking as much, not doing as much together, and our erotic life has just gotten to be a bit stale. You haven't been as enthusiastic about your submissive role and neither of us has seemed to have much of a sex drive, at least at the same time. You smiled at the mention of a third ruler, but seemed almost ambivalent about it.

One of the things we talked about doing to add a little variety was heading out for a "date night", where we meet each other after work as if we're strangers, picking each other up, that sort of thing. We had also talked about the different ways it could work, in particular because meeting as "strangers" only to pick each other up seemed a little too simple. Lately this had become one of your favorite fantasies, if for no other reason than you seemed to enjoy coming up with a different variation every time. Our playing had been a little vanilla lately due to energy levels and busy schedules, but we made a point of locking in Friday night to try this out. We decided that the scenario could go a myriad of places, but we both chose not to put limits on anything, save your safeword.

You get off work earlier than I do, so you headed home first to change and head out. I could see the work clothes sprawled across the bed and my anticipation was heightened, wondering what you would wear. I also noticed your car was in the driveway, meaning you took a cab to our destination. 

I slipped into jeans, my favorite black-button down shirt and black sport coat and headed out to a bar on the other side of town where we didn't really know anyone except the bartender (an old acquaintance of mine). It was still early in the evening, toward the end of happy hour when I got there. However, you were already busy being chatted up by a couple of guys. I could see why; you were wearing one of my favorite outfits of yours, the black pleated skirt, thigh-highs, crisp white blouse unbuttoned to show more than a hint of cleavage. Knowing you, I doubted you were wearing any underwear either.

Joe (the bartender) knows us; when he sees me head to a corner booth, he comes over. 

"Something special up tonight? Your girl acted like she didn't know me, although she winked at the same time. You two playin' a game?"

I grinned. "Something like that. You know the games couples play sometimes, don't you?"

He just chuckled. "Uh-huh. Just don't leave any messes anywhere in here, OK? I have to mop up the place tonight."

I just gave him a look through heavily lidded eyes for a moment, then we both laughed. "Sure. Have a waitress bring me a vodka tonic, would you?"

Joe left me in the corner booth and I scanned the place. It was a nice yuppie-ish bar, but we had only been here once, when Joe first started working here a few months ago. More upscale than the typical local dive, its patronage is mainly the younger professional crowd who work on this side of town. The place is surprisingly quiet, although it's early in the evening. A pair of young couples who appear to be on dates are in different booths across way and what appear to be a group of co-workers are throwing darts at the other end of the bar. But you're clearly the center of attention, now with a group of four guys around you.

Although I agreed to this game, you know this is the part I'm the most uncomfortable with. I've never been one to pick up a woman in a bar casually. It's just not my style. When the waitress comes over with my vodka tonic, I ask her to give you another drink of whatever it is you're currently drinking. When you get the drink and Joe points out who it's from, you just dump it into an empty glass on the bar, laughing, and amusing your companions to no end.

I hate humiliation, even more so in public. And what infuriates me so much is that tonight was _your_ idea and you had been so innocent about it at home, saying it wouldn't be a big deal. Joe gives me a weird look and I just shrug, unsure of what's going on at this point. All I can tell is that you're enjoying the "incidental" contact all of the guys around you keep making.

In the middle of my fuming, the waitress comes back with another vodka tonic for me. "Rough night?" she asks as she cocks her head toward you.

"Hrm? Oh, that?" I shrug. "Nothing I can't handle."

"Well...I get a break here in a minute." She smiles softly, with a slight gleam in her eyes. "Wanna chat for a bit?"

I look at her, puzzled. Then I look toward the bar, see you getting your tits "accidentally" bumped into (again), and see Joe giving me a not-so-innocent look and smirking. 

Finally, I figure out what's going on and say, "Sure." I give the best winning smile I can and the waitress slides away for a minute before coming back. She's really a treasure. Short with neatly trimmed hair, petite, and breasts that couldn't be more than a B cup at best, even with the push-up bra. The skirt she was wearing (if you could call it that) wasn't much thicker than a belt and barely covered her ass. 

She dropped off her tray and slid into the booth right next to me. "I'm Julie," she whispered while her fingers trailed up my arm. "I don't think it's fair that your friend over there gets to have all the fun tonight while you're stuck over here." Her hand moves from my arm to my leg, underneath the table. "What do you think?" Julie just traces her fingers over the top of my thigh.

I glance in your direction and the look on your face changes, if only for a couple of seconds. Suddenly, you're not so amused when you think she's giving me a handjob under the table. Our eyes lock briefly, then you ask the guys around you if they want to do body shots. I remove Julie's hand, whispering thanks, and head over to pick you up. I've let the last guy do a shot off your cleavage, but before I get the chance to say anything to you, you just wave me off.

"Fuck off. Didn't you get the hint with the drink earlier?"

After being blown off the second time, I was furious and headed back to my seat in the corner booth, seething. I was only seated for a few moments before I saw one of the guys put his hand on your thigh, creeping it up your skirt. I could also see your hand trailing up his, feeling his growing erection on the outside of his pants and giggling.

That was it. I got up, grabbed you by the wrist and practically dragged you out of the bar. The guy you felt up started to protest; with my free hand, I grabbed his neck and slammed his head to the bar. "She's mine. Do you understand?" The guy nodded weakly, a little woozy. I released his neck and continued to pull you out to the parking lot. My breathing was ragged at this point, because I was afraid that either some other bar patron would chase after us (a fight really wasn't what I needed) or worse yet, call the cops. I looked back at Joe with an indication that I was in control of things and I could hear him calming people down in the background as we left.

"What the fuck did you think you were doing?" I was still dragging you along, not looking back, but hearing you stumble slightly every few steps. You didn't say a word, but I heard you giggle. "Well?"

After a few moments, you just mocked my question, saying, "Well?" in a shrill, irritating voice that I hate. I had to park at the back of the parking lot due to it being full earlier, but the lot was nearly vacant now. I swung you around, practically slamming your backside into the car so that you're facing me.

"What the fuck is your problem tonight?"

"We're strangers, remember? I can't help it that you couldn't pick up a ten dollar hooker with those sad excuses for lines."

I stare at you incredulously, not able to tell at this point if you're just playing your part that well or whether the drinks you've had have loosened your tongue and how you really feel.

"OK, little girl. I'm tired of your bullshit and I'm tired of your games. We're heading home."

You start to head back to the bar. "Fuck that. I came out to get laid tonight. If you're not up to it, I'm sure one of those guys back in the bar can handle me."

Grabbing your arm, I wheel you around and slap your face with my open hand. We both stare at each other for what seems like an eternity, but couldn't be more than a few seconds. We've never done this in public and I think we're both shocked by the instinctual, primal reaction.

"You want to act like a common whore?"

Suddenly, the look in your eyes changes as quickly as my tone has. You've been trying to one-up me all evening, keeping control by showing how sexy you are and showing how so many guys want you. This is different. 

"What? Come on, this was part of the game." The confidence you had, so full in your voice less than a minute ago, is almost completely gone. You can tell my patience has reached its limit and there's almost a twinge of fear in your mannerisms.

I can't say anything at this point. Instead, I throw you up against the car, face and tits pressed against the cool glass on the door. My hands slip up your shirt and unhook your strapless bra with ease. 

"Hey! This wasn't part of the..."

I ignore you and flip you around so that you're facing me, kiss you roughly, then flip you back around so that you're pressed against the car, facing it again. You can feel the hem of your skirt raised over your hips, your bare ass visible to anyone who might walk by. Your breathing becomes fast and heavy, voice slightly higher in pitch as the cool night air washes over your lower body.

"Look, this was supposed to be a date night where you picked me up. I just didn't want it to be too easy for you."

The only response you get is four smacks against your ass with my hand, leading to you wince.

"Do you want to act like a whore? Feeling up strange guys in bars, letting your tits get mauled in public?" Four more smacks and I hear a small whimper. My voice is just a menacing whisper by your ear. "Come on!" *smack* "Answer me!"

The crack of my hand on your ass rings through the parking lot again. "You were awfully chatty inside. What's the problem now?" You feel me grab you and flip you around again so you're facing me. "Well, if you're not going to talk, I need to keep your mouth busy somehow, don't I?"

Without waiting for a response, I grab your hair with one hand, a shoulder with the other and push you to your knees. "Want to feel cock tonight? Why just over the outside of the pants? Unbutton my jeans."

"Look, I'm sorry about..."

"That wasn't a request."

Your expression is one of shock and lust, but you unbutton my jeans without saying a word. I'm already hard, precum oozing out the tip. "Go on, then."

You tentatively take the tip of my cock in your mouth, then the head. Your tongue is on the underside of my cock, but you're barely sucking me in. I try to be patient with you for several seconds, but I grab your hair with my hand and start fucking your mouth.

"Come on...you know how to suck cock, I overheard you talking about it in the bar. You want to talk about sucking cock, let's see if you can do it."

I stop fucking your mouth and give you another chance to take over. You start taking all of my cock down your throat, running your tongue underneath, then swirling it around me. The prim little blowjob you started to give me has given way to a sloppy wet mouth fucking, spit running into your cleavage, cheeks glistening with your saliva. My cock twitches slightly in your mouth after a couple of minutes, but I have other ideas.

"Slide my belt out of the loops on my jeans."

Your eyes get wide, but you comply and hand me the belt. "Open the car door. Put your palms face down on the seat and keep your head up. Do you understand me?" You do as you're told, but remain silent.

"Still not talking?" Rubbing my hand over your ass, I can feel the heat radiating, knowing how red it must be. Your head drops and I crack the belt hard against your ass just one time, making you cry out.

"I said, do you understand me?"

You mutter, "Yes."

Another crack of the belt, another involuntary cry. "I couldn't hear you."

"I said yes!"

Three cracks of the belt against each cheek this time. 

"Yes, what, Lauren?"

Your head starts to drop on the last one as you're panting to keep from crying out. "Head up!" Two more cracks of the belt. Welts are being left on your ass. "I can keep this up all night if I have to. Are you going to be a good girl or do I need to get rougher? Yes, what?"

"Y...y...yes...Sir?"

"Very good. Now we're getting somewhere."

Your breathing is ragged from sobbing and ecstasy. "I can be good, I promise. I'm so sorry, I just thought our game..."

Reaching between your thighs, I can tell you're soaked even before getting to your pussy. Groaning deeply, I insert two fingers inside you, loving how you feel, working them in and out of you slowly. I move my fingers out of you, rub them over your clit and you moan, struggling to keep your head up. You haven't been given permission to cum yet, a fact not lost on either of us.

You start to whimper. "Please?"

"Please, what?"

"Please...may I cum?"

You feel my hand on your ass while I'm rubbing your clit, then a quick smack. We both know I'm just trying to drive you further, teasing you. My fingers leave your clit and you gasp in disappointment until you feel both hands on your hips and I slam into you from behind. You can feel my hand snaking between your thighs again and I start to rub your clit while thrusting into you. Your frustration is becoming apparent, but for the first time tonight, you're being good. The fingers on your clit disappear again and move to your hair, gripping hard. I'm just enjoying this, enjoying keeping you on the edge.

"Do you want to cum? Cum in the backseat of a car like some common bar whore?"

Your head stays up, maintaining your position. You can see the lights in the distance, traffic going past oblivious to you. "Yes, Sir...I want to cum."

I jerk your head back, pulling roughly on your hair. "Do tell."

"Yes...yes, just like a whore, like someone you picked up in a bar just for your own fucktoy." Sobs are turning into passionate groans.

"You can cum if you tell me whose you are." My pace starts to pick up, fingernails driving into your hip with one hand, hair now firmly grasped in the other. "Whose are you?" 

"Yours, Sir," you grunt breathlessly. "Yours. No one else's. Only yours, Sir, now and always."

I lose it, driving into you as hard as I can. When you whisper, "Only yours, Sir" again, my grip on your hips intensifies and I come hard, pulling on your hair, feeling this as the trigger to your orgasm as well. My fingers are digging into your hips hard as you drop your head and scream into the seat, muffling the sound as best you can.

We stay still, breathing uneven, trying to get a point of calm again. Getting off you, I don't even bother zipping my pants back up; I just head to the driver's side and sit behind the steering wheel, spent from the intensity of the evening. Not looking back, I hear the car door open and out of the corner of my eye see you sit next to me. You put your head in my lap, my wet cock resting against your cheek, which you then take into your mouth, sucking gently. I take the long way home and we ride like this, with me caressing your body the entire way, gently touching and fondling you until we pull into the driveway. 

Once we're parked, you wrap your arms around my neck. "Sometimes," you whisper in my ear, "a girl just needs to be reminded who she belongs to."

I look down at you and smile softly. "Did you really need a reminder tonight?"

You look back up at me. "Maybe. I just...I just needed to feel more like yours. Not that I don't already, but more and more, I just want to give myself completely up to you. Does that make sense? I know this probably sounds a little weird because we haven't discussed it like this, but I almost felt like you had been too lenient with me lately, like maybe...you had lost interest or didn't think I was capable of more. Like you thought I was one of those girls who talks about being submissive when all she wants is a little kinky sex."

I stroke your hair, caressing your face and neck gently as well, realizing how much of a role I had played in things going the way they had lately. You're perceptive, one of the many qualities I enjoy about you. "And that's why you were so excited after I dragged you out of the bar?"

Looking away, almost shamefully, you nod.

"And why you've seemed a bit frustrated at home?"

Again, you nod.

"I suppose you're right. I didn't give you enough credit." Lifting your face, I kiss you softly on the lips. "You really are serious about being my good girl, aren't you?"

This time you look at me as you nod, eyes sparkling, a glimmer of a smile at the corner of your lips.

"Very well. It's time to begin the next phase of your training."



Spankings Ch. 06



Saturday night has become our weekly get-together night with a pair of other couples we know. Lauren and I are board game aficionados, so it's an excuse to crack open new games, revisit old ones, or just socialize for the evening. Since we have the biggest house, we've been hosting the gatherings for a few months. We have a little conversation, a little drinking, some good-natured fun; all in all, it's a relatively sedate time.

There's also a bit of history with this group as well. Whenever the six of us get together with our larger group of friends, alcohol flows freely and inhibitions drop quite a bit. Drunken games of Truth or Dare have led to seeing each other in various states of undress, people bumping into each other "accidentally", things like that. At one party, the six of us ended up sharing a large room as crash space and in the dark the soft, wet sounds of sex were clearly evident from each of the couples. We're hardly swingers, but we're not prudes either. That said, our group of friends aren't aware of the kind of relationship Lauren and I developed. No one is, really. The kinds of games Lauren and I play, being a newly adopted lifestyle for us, aren't exactly public knowledge. Moreover, our playing (as with our relationship) had started getting more serious as we explored each other. 

The night was fairly calm, with light banter interspersed with the occasional involved conversation. For the first time in a long time, we decided to play different card games that evening. As the evening wore on, we settled upon hearts for its ease of play with six people in various states of inebriation. As hosts, either Lauren or I choose to be sober for the evening; tonight was my night and Lauren was downing girly beers (wine coolers and the like) pretty quickly. After a few games, it was clear Lauren was losing interest in the evening and had other things in mind. The white scarf I had asked her to wear tonight only heightened her anticipation throughout the evening, as she knew it both signified she was mine in public and that she was in for special treatment later. Lauren had also been drinking enough that her intentions for the evening were becoming transparent. It's not just her libido that was showing, but her desire for more private games as well.

Later in the evening, the six of us ended up playing hearts. Lauren clearly wasn't interested, but was playing the good hostess, being chatty and entertaining. After the first game, Lauren tried hinting that she was really "tired" and wanted to head to bed. I asked that she stay out with us for another game, as I knew our guests weren't quite ready to leave and I wasn't going to be rude and kick them out. I asked Lauren to stick around for another hand, which she did reluctantly.

"Good girls don't pout, do they?" I grinned as I said this apparent joke, but Lauren knew what I was referring to. She just said that she must be a bad girl who needs a spanking instead of a card game. We shared an intense look as we laughed along with the others at the table. 

During the first hand, it was obvious on the last card played that Lauren didn't follow suit. She'd been drinking, but knew the game well enough not to do that. I was the first to call her on it, but she just shrugged it off and apologized. The same thing happened on the next hand, as well.

"I guess I'm not paying attention too well, am I, Tom?" Lauren just grinned as I shot her a look. Lauren knew better than to play like this; the first time, I thought it was just carelessness, but it was apparent she was just trying to get under my skin. 

I just said calmly, "Just make sure you're playing what's in your hand, OK, hon?"

"Or you'll what?" Lauren gave me an evil grin, prompting a lighthearted chorus of Oooohhs. "Are you gonna spank me?" A few giggles could be heard around the table.

I looked at her sternly, if only for a moment. Lauren was tipsy enough that she was trying to see how far I would take things, especially around people we knew. I had teased Lauren about taking her training more overtly into public before, but hadn't gone that far in part because I wasn't sure I wanted to show that much of my private life.

I started to deal the next hand. "If you keep this up, I will." My voice stayed even, but I gave Lauren a smile filled with ambiguity. Being tipsy, she wasn't sure what to make of my comment and gave a slightly confused look. Even more amusing was the silence that fell over the table as our guests weren't sure what to make of my comment either. 

On the second play, Lauren dropped the queen of spades. When the next round of cards were played, the same suit as the first round, she followed suit. I threw my cards on the table.

"Lauren, you know better. I've asked you to play, to follow the rules, and you're just being a pain in the ass."

Lauren rose slowly, a bit woozy from the alcohol. "Well, you knew that I had other things on my mind...and that the pain I wanted was on my ass, so I guess you're half-right."

Looks were being shot again around the table and I had a quick decision to make: do I cover for this and usher Lauren to bed quickly or take this to its natural conclusion? Lauren stumbled slightly as she turned to go to the bedroom.

"Stop. Turn around this instant."

Lauren knew this tone of voice, even in her inebriated state. I got a haughty look as she faced me, breasts heaving from her breathing.

"If this is what you want, then you're getting it." I looked at the group of people sitting at the table. "Let's head into the living room. Lauren, I want you to get the wooden table tennis paddle from the box in the kitchen. You also need to head to the bedroom, get your newest toy, and take off the white scarf."

Just as Lauren was showing disappointment, I added, "Put the red scarf on before you come back." Her eyes just widened, but she nodded and went to complete her task.

From there, I have to admit I was a little surprised. Our friends looked at each other for a moment, but headed into the living room to the sectional sofa without question. I suppose the comments we had made throughout the night took some of the suspense from this moment. Jan sat on one end, Gary (her beau) next to her, then Julie, then Derrick on the other end. Meanwhile, Lauren was coming back into the room in a bit of a daze, paddle and toy in her hands, red scarf around her neck. I scooted the loveseat away from the wall and placed it so it was facing the group.

"Strip."

Lauren just looked at me with eyes like saucers. "Place the paddle and toy on the chair, take off your clothes except for the scarf, putting them off to the side of the room, then stand there until you're told what to do next. I'm explaining this in more detail because I'm assuming that's the only reason you haven't followed instructions already."

And so she stripped, slowly peeling her clothes off, effortlessly sensual. After stepping out of her panties, Lauren took the pile of clothes to the side of the room and sat on the loveseat, putting the paddle and vibrator in her lap.

"I didn't tell you to sit, Lauren." She stood with a jerk, face flushed. "You've really lost your composure tonight; it looks like I need to instill that back in you." 

I looked to our friends, shifting slightly on the sofa, more from arousal and anticipation than anything else. "You have to understand that Lauren's normally a very good girl. It's just sometimes she needs more discipline than others. Tonight is going to be another part of her training and you get to watch how much of a good girl she can be." I paused for a moment. "Turn around slowly for our guests, pet."

I sat down in the middle of the loveseat as she finished displaying herself and indicated that she needed to assume her training position. She was on her elbows and knees on the loveseat, nipples barely grazing the fabric, head up, perfectly round ass high in the air. I smacked each cheek twice, reveling in the sound. I just rubbed Lauren's ass for a short while instead of continuing the spanking. In her impatience, she started to wiggle her ass slightly; I could let that go. It was her insistent whimpering for more in front of our guests that wasn't acceptable right now.

"Lauren, why are you wearing the red scarf?"

After a few seconds of silence, Lauren received three quick smacks on each cheek, much harder than her usual "play" smacks. I received no response afterward and leveled three more smacks on each cheek, leaving the skin red with my handprints. More silence followed, along with three more hard smacks on each cheek. However, her haughtiness and impatience had been replaced by perfect posture, straining to maintain stillness. I glanced up to see four sets of hands roaming all over each other. Everyone was letting their hands run free, eyes glued to Lauren and her demure sexiness.

"Sir?" Lauren's voice was a whisper. "Sir, I'm wearing the red scarf because it's my training scarf. It's the one I wear when I have a lesson to learn or revisit for the evening."

I looked at her and smiled. On the couch, clothes were all half-undone, the foursome jerking off either themselves, each other, or both. The sounds were soft, slow, wet, and unmistakable. Lauren's ass was hot from the spanking she had received, but her arousal was even greater. I dipped a pair of fingers inside her for a moment, easily sliding in and feeling her grip me. As I pulled my glistening fingers from between her legs, our guests made an audible gasp as I smeared Lauren's arousal over her bright red cheeks.

"And what's your lesson for tonight, precious?" I slid two fingers inside her again, thumb rubbing firmly against her clit.

Lauren gasped, but hoarsely whispered, "I need to learn control."

I smacked her ass once, but hard enough to jolt her body forward. "What kind of control?"

"S-s-self...control." Lauren's arousal was freely flowing over my fingers by now and she was fighting through her erotic haze just to answer coherently.

"Very good, precious. And since you haven't been good at controlling yourself tonight, I need to make sure that you remember how."

Reaching next to us, I grabbed Lauren's new favorite toy, a small g-spot vibrator. This seemed to make her climax in seconds, which had made it a wonderful tool in her training lately. I started moving it inside her, slowly massaging her, but not flipping on the vibrator. Not yet. This always led to a slower, more powerful build to her climax, and Lauren knew it. For the first few minutes, she held up very well. Lauren maintained her composure and at first was able to just enjoy the movement inside her. But it wasn't long before she wanted to cum, keeping her eyes closed, concentrating as hard as she could on not letting go...which is about what I can say for our friends. I hadn't been paying close attention, but if Jan and Julie hadn't climaxed yet, they were both having a wonderful time. Gary was having fun, but it was obvious from the way Derrick kept moving Julie's hand away as he stiffened that he was pretty far gone.

After giving Lauren's ass this chance to recover, I grabbed the wooden paddlel. I used it lightly on her ass at first, letting her get used to its sting while fucking her with her toy. Lauren's hips started moving involuntarily, but she brought it under control quickly. I again smiled, enjoying the sight of our friends in their full bliss and Lauren at her submissive best. Then I started using the paddle with slow, forceful smacks, the vibrator still inside her. Lauren cried out once, but I didn't punish her for it; she rewarded my leniency by successfully fighting to stay quiet. 

"I want you to look at our friends and see the state you've caused them to be in."

Lauren could barely open her eyes due to the exquisite torture she was receiving, but she looked directly at the two couples wantonly playing with each other. This was too much for Derrick and he lost it, shooting all over his belly as Julie rubbed his cum into his skin and over his cock. By this point, everyone was playing with someone else; Gary was even getting jerked off by both Julie and Jan at the same time. I had kicked the loveseat out slightly so Lauren could keep her posture, but still see this out of the corner of her eye, serving to tease her even more. I continued spanking Lauren with the wooden paddle using steady, even strokes up and down her legs and ass while working the g-spot toy inside her. Still, she was being good. This was her favorite toy and made her come quicker than anything else lately, but she was holding back her orgasm, not even asking for permission to cum.

Lauren had bitten her bottom lip so hard that she was almost ready to draw blood and her entire body quivered, barely holding back the torrent of her release. With all we had been through this evening, I was impressed with Lauren's willpower.

Satisfied that my good girl was back, I simply whispered, "You've been a very good girl throughout all of this. You may cum if you wish."

I turned the vibrator on as I continued to smack her ass with the paddle and slowly rocked her toy back and forth inside her. I was almost afraid this would be sensory overload for the poor girl as she bucked wildly on my lap, convulsing wildly, gushing, screaming in release from holding back her orgasm for so long. Lauren was in another world, all control, discipline, and inhibitions vanished; because she had been so good, it was a fitting reward. I looked up for a moment to see four pairs of eyes fixated on her, with Julie and Jan jerking off Gary to climax, with Gary and Derrick's fingers noisily pleasuring the girls.

Lauren was exhausted, but I kissed her softly on the cheek and told her that I was extremely proud of her. She retrieved some towels for our guests so they could clean up a little bit, then slowly stumbled to the bedroom after bidding everyone farewell for the evening. I could tell things had gone further than anyone, including me, had thought they would. The feeling of eroticism lingered in the air, even through the slight nervousness and embarrassment at the realization of the evening's events. Julie was the last out the door and winked as she said that she hoped Derrick was going to get his second wind when they got home or she was going to continue without him.

After everyone left, it was time for Lauren and me to have a discussion. I took her to the bedroom and had her kneel, hands clasped behind her lower back. I stood in front of her, speaking firmly and gently.

"Lauren, being submissive isn't just about being bad and getting the kind of punishment you want."

Her eyes continued to study the floor.

"You wanted to be punished in public tonight, didn't you?"

Lauren gave a slight pause, hesitating before speaking. "Sort of. You took it a lot further than I expected. I was being playful more than anything and wanting to get a smack on the ass in front of everyone, something like that. I was just trying..."

"You were just trying to get me to react a certain way for you, right?" I smiled softly, then took Lauren's chin in my thumb and forefinger, raising her head so she could meet my eyes. She looked at me for a moment, nodded her head, and looked down again.

"Lauren, when you're submissive, it's about giving up control. Don't get me wrong; I want to see you happy and I don't want someone who's passive. But when you're clearly trying to be a brat to get a certain kind of reaction, that's not always going to fly. Sometimes I'm willing to go along with the theatricality of it because I adore you, but other times you have to be reminded who's in control. If you get the reaction you want every time, I'm not really the one in control, am I?"

"No."

"No, what?"

"No...Sir."

"Likewise, if I give you a kind of reaction because we both know you expect it after you behave a certain way, you're not really being submissive, are you?"

"No, Sir."

"Very good, precious."

I lifted Lauren's head again, smiled softly, extended my hand to her, and gently tapped her on the arm. Lauren unclasped her hands, brought one hand to mine, and stood up as I indicated to her that she should. After a brief embrace I told her, "This is all a part of your training, Lauren. When you genuinely don't understand something, I'm not going to be overly harsh. But realize that you're always going to get a firm hand so you understand how this works. You always have my respect, but I always have your control."