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The Story of Victoria and Her New Life
Once upon a time, there was a beautiful girl whom by her own accounting was an angelic picture of innocence and sheer delight. In fairness, by some accords she was just that bringing smirks and bouts of laughter by her antics when spending those rare moments in public. However, a few knew truly the real girl hiding deep inside the veils that hide her true tapestry that entwined the fabrics of her internal landscape.
It is upon one of those rare moments that the girl, whom we shall call Victoria, was out about visiting in one of the few local establishments that she frequented, that we shall pick up the tale of this story. Victoria was in a particularly spirited mood and having yet to be claimed by any of the fine Men that thrived about, was off for an evening of eyelash batting and innocent innuendos.
Finding the girly girls that usually spent most of my free time with when ventured out into the public forum, sliding in between a couple, eyes flashing the glint of something as spread out the “mwahs” to those whom adored.
“So Miss Victoria how are you? “ One of my closest friends Susan asked.
With a half smile, half smirk lowering the long sable lashes, “am just fabulous, thank you, and yourself?”
The conversation stopping as the girls looked towards me; knowing the aria in my voice, the look, the smirk was not an angelic one. “Uh oh.” was said in unison by a number of the girls.
“Uh oh? Why?” The grin never leaving the soft rounded pouty lips canting my head to look up to my friends giving them more reason to worry with the sparkle held in my expressive eyes.
“Oh yes, definitely uh oh…” Susan replied.
Tossing my head back laughing watching my friends as they start to let their own devilish grins appear. Feeling a bit precocious, I let my caramel colored eyes scan the room looking about for one that may be the victim so to speak of the eyelash-batting escapade. Stopping upon One had watched, seen and spoken with many times in the past. One that always made me blush just to gaze upon Him. One that seemed to astound me. Moreover, One that was a safe target knowing He would never cross the line when I should try my witty charms. The look in my eyes seemed to change as the insolent spoiled girl came out.
“Oh lordy here she goes,” Susan retorted.
Turning to my girl friend, “What?”
“Nothing but swears one of these days the tables are going to be turned upon you Victoria. Then what will you do? Huh?” Susan asked me.
“What ever do you mean Susan?” I looked at her almost daring any that may hear.
“One of these days you are going to torment the wrong Man and He is going to scoop you up turn you over and teach you a lesson. I just hope am here to see it.” Laughing as she retorted back to me.
Susan I knew was right. However, not with this One. He was safe. Had played this dance out with Him countless times always resulting in “one of these days.”
Watching as the gathering of Men increased, they begin to look about themselves at the young ladies gathered this day edging around to speak with small groups saying hellos. Lowering the long sable lashes as all innocent angels do as they approached; only canting my chin slightly towards Susan revealing the devilish grin as the group made their way to our little foray.
All that came in this little establishment knew that the Men here were different from the men in other establishment. It is why Victoria loved this place so. The Men here were more dominant. More Commanding and powerful. Perhaps not in their respective industries, but certainly as Men themselves. Many women had fallen prey to their charms, melting without hesitation and ability to remain standing before them, becoming consumed by the sheer nature of their intoxicating essence.
I knew this - I knew that the dance partner I had chosen this evening was perhaps one of those that could charm you with his gentleman appearance, but having glimpsed in words and tones of speech that truly He was more dominant than He let on. Dominant primarily over His own self, Perhaps that was had always excited me about him in the past.
The One Victoria had picked to dance the dance with spoke first, “Greetings girls, Susan, Victoria always nice to see you both.”
Flashing a smile to Susan before lifting those charming eyes to look up to Him, “evening Mr. Huggalumps Sir. Is such a delight to see you as well.”
A soft gasp escaped every one of my friends. Yes, it was true that I had indeed called many a men, including this Man, some very unusual “pet” names; however, this one seemed a bit over the line even for me. Continuing to flutter the long sable lashes up to Him, waiting for Him to make a move in what I assumed would be a long evening of this darting from one dance step to the other.
The afterglow of catching Him off guard tingling in my belly, the aria of my voice tantalized Him even further, “Did You know that when You get flustered this little vein starts to throb on the side of Your forehead?” reaching up to show Him on my own forehead where the vein was. It was though the small foray of people gathered all held their breath. The Men all raised their eyebrows at the insolence that I was so known for showing. Susan’s voice was the only one heard as she muttered under her breath “Oh Vicky, oh, oh, oh.”
Before the raised eyebrows on His face could sink in, suddenly feeling the tight clasp of a strong, firm grip reach out grasping my own delicate wrist hard, pulling me up from my seat towards His towering stature.
“Did you say something Miss Victoria?” the icy cold steel blue eyes felt as though they were piercing into me. Suddenly realizing that I had most definitely pushed too far this time.
“Um um just hello Sir,” batting my lashes as I always did to charm myself out of troubled corners I often found myself.
“Uh huh. You know little one, you have pushed a bit too far many times before and many times before you were only warned.” The dark deepness of His voice seemed to send a shiver to course every vein of my fibers.
Tugging at my wrist that He held so very firmly, “Ok I am sorry but let go of my wrist now. You are hurting me.” starting to whimper attempting that tact upon Him. Tossing His head back in a fit of laughter, “Oh little one you have no idea what pain is.” Even as He laughed, the firmness of His grip if anything tightened more, rather than released.
“How about you and I take a bit of a stroll little one? What do you say to that idea? Hmmm.”
“I think that I should like to stay here. You don’t seem to be in a very sociable mood tonight Sir.” The change in His tone and demeanor catching me completely off guard, Finding myself a bit flustered and unable to completely catch my breath being so close to Him. This was a new experience. Never allowing any to even step near this invisible line I had always set up, yet, now it felt like He had grabbed my wrist and plopped me over to His side.
“Well little one, I have decided that you and I are going to finish the dance you wished to have tonight, so say your good evenings.” Staring up at Him in complete disbelief, eyes widening at every moment as His smile seemed to glow in a newfound energy.
“But, I….” Interrupting the endless round of toy excuses, He knew I would attempt to make. “Miss Victoria and I wish everyone a pleasant evening; we have some business to take care of.” The other Men that were standing in the foray all seemed to be laughing and wishing Him well with the tiger cat of all felines. The girls, even Susan seemed to hush in a silence, not daring to speak.
Leaning down whispering a warm breath across my ear, “little one be a lady and don’t fight me or I will not hesitate to stop right here in the middle of the room and put you over my knee. Do you understand me?”
Gasping at the mere suggestion that He would even think to spank my bottom, let alone in public, turning my head glaring up to Him; Starting to part my lips to graze harsh words of how dare You back to Him, seeing the set of His jaw line and the steely gaze, clasped my lips tightly together staying very quiet, very unlike my normal being.
My mind starting to reel with such strange thoughts. Thoughts of how it felt to feel the warmth of His breath upon my neck. The thought of His steel gaze on my tiny stature. These shook me, resolving to clear my head of such nonsense, and begin to develop my own plan to talk myself way out of this corner I seemed to have worked myself into.
“Where are you taking me?” I retorted.
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Looking down at me, He smiled. His own thought of having waited a very long time to feel the smooth round flesh of my bottom against the palm of His hand. Thoughts of taking the very breath of my fiery spirit deep into His own lungs through a long drawn out kiss. Shaking His own head knowing the romantic ideas of me being a submissive to His needs were not going to aide Him in gaining my attentions.
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“I do not believe I gave you permission to speak little one,” was His only reply.
“What? Permission to speak. You think I am going to ask You for permission to speak?” His grasp on my wrist tightened as He whipped me around to press the hardness of His chest against my tiny stature. Reaching down grabbing my chin in His hand, forcing me to look up into His eyes. Holding my gaze for the longest moment, searching probing my soul.
“No, actually I expect you to beg me to allow you to speak,” he replied.
Catching my breath the conflicting feelings inside me almost overwhelming. How could a Man cause me to want to kick him, yet at the same moment my head scream kiss me please. How is that possible? He infuriates me, yet, my belly like a thousand butterflies taking flight, fluttering wings. Without another word spoken feeling His hand let go of my chin, turning me back to continue down the hallway in silence.
Not sure or understanding why, I remained silent the entire walk until we reached a door towards the end of the hallway marked with His initials. Realizing suddenly that He was a regular here and kept a private room for the escapades, He may wish to endeavor in at any moment. Inside finally letting my wrist go as He shut door and locked it taking the key to His pocket turning back to gaze upon me.
A different sort of gaze, feeling as though with His eyes every fabric of clothing was being stripped from me. Leaving me naked and bare. “Now Victoria, lets recap shall we. You have in the past called me many things that were most definitely inappropriate. You have taunted with your charms. You have even gone so far as spray me with that lovely perfume that you wear. Am I missing anything?”
Unsure if should remind him of a few of the other dances we have danced, deciding I was in enough trouble as it was simply looked up at His overwhelmingly tall stature compared to my tiny 5’4” stature not saying a word.
The smirk on His face told all I needed to know. “Well then little one it is my opinion that you are a spoiled little princess who needs to be taught it is not nice to tease and taunt. Nor is it nice to disrespect me in particular since in the past I have done nothing but be a perfect gentleman with you.”
“What do you want? For me to say sorry? Ok am sorry. Better.” Finding myself backing up from Him. With each step He moved closer towards me.
Laughing he spoke, “no little one if all I wanted was an “I am sorry” do you think I would have brought you here? On the other hand, perhaps that is the problem. What you really wanted was for me to pull your pants down out there in front of our friends and spank that cute little ass of yours so that you could not sit down for the rest of the evening. Is that it Victoria? Are you really just an exhibitionist wench?”
With each word stepping closer and closer to me until finally forcing me back against a wall. Both His arms outreaching, capturing me between them. Forcing me to look straight up into His eyes. The steel icy changing to a softer ocean blue, floating me in their pools. Wait did he just call me a wench. Ohhh I am suppose to be angry with Him, not be melting at His voice.
“I am waiting for an answer Victoria,” He broke the thoughts racing in my mind.
Finding swallowing difficult, finding the mere ability to take a deep breath difficult, desperate to reply to Him. Desperate to come up with a smart-ass answer to slip from His grasps again as I always did; but finding the task almost impossible being so close to Him. Wishing to put space between us. Knowing that the air would cool my suddenly heated flesh. Were my cheeks blushing? Can He tell?
“Well with your silence I will have to assume then that you would have preferred to have me take your punishment out in front of your friends.” Grasping my wrist again starts to drag me back towards the door.
Fear striking my insides the noise of whimpering and crying slip out, “no no, please.”
Stopping short of the door looking down at her, “No what?”
“No does not wish to have you spank me out there,” whispered.
“Better. Next time answer me when I ask you a question without hesitating and it is No Sir. Understand?’ He calmly spoke.
“Yes Sir,” whispered from my lips.
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Giving into His own need for a moment reaches out letting His thumbs touch across her cheekbones. Letting the feeling of her soft skin fill Him. Relishing touching of His rough thumbs as they drag across her. Catching the look in her eyes, seeing the icy cold defiance begin to melt away with each step. Slow and methodical. That is how He had planned it from the start. Take her slowly and she will beg eventually.
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“Victoria you do know I have to spank you. So make it simpler for us both. Drop your skirt and willingly lay over my knee,” His voice so intoxicating as it spoke to me.
Gasping aloud at the thought even being suggested that I would ever allow someone to spank me. Let alone willingly participate. Standing my ground, looking up at Him, brazenly daring Him to touch me again.
“Have it your way Victoria.” A very monotone voice echoed out as His hand darted out grabbing my wrist again dragging me across the floor towards the large chair. Panic striking, having never even as a child had been spanked, starting to scream and holler. Sure, that someone would hear and burst through the door to rescue me from this … this …. This what. A man that is making my insides flutters with every word, every action.
Kicking and screaming, His hands firmly pull me across His lap. Pushing my skirt up around my belly revealing the pink satin ruffles that made up the triangle of my panties. A smile I could not see crossed His lips. His hands slowly caressing every inch of my flesh.
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Having thought of doing this each time He had seen her. He was going to take His time. Enjoy the sensations. Enjoy her scent. Enjoy the delightful squirming. Unable to restrain Himself desperately wanting to feel the heat of His hand across the soft milky white flesh, he pulled and tugged at the satin hearing it tear from her waist. Before even the first whimper of protest could escape her lips, His large hand found its mark stinging a burn so deep inside of her that He could not hear a breath.
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My mind reeling feeling the fire of His hand, tears welling up in my eyes. Before able to scream at Him, another hard slap was felt against my cheek. The warming sensation filtering down to her folds. Feeling my cheeks begin to burn a crimson to match as realized was becoming wet from His hand spanking my bottom. Repeatedly His hand struck my bottom.
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Pausing to see if what He had believed from the start was true, He slipped His hand across the heat down between her thighs feeling the moisture, He inhaled deeply mouthing the words thank you to the Gods.
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At the touch of His fingers across my wetness, the squirming stopped against Him, and my breath became caught in my throat. What is He doing? Oh inside please. My mind begging but my lips remaining steadfastly closed. Acutely slow His fingers dragged across the most sensitive parts of my fold back to my bottom.
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Realizing now that she was His for the taking. He can break the brat with out breaking the feisty spirit. His hand came down hard repeatedly on her bottom leaving the prints as reminders. To His delight the squirming started, then subdued and turned to sobbing. Hearing the change, His hand gave one last final hard crack down before pushing her from His lap to her knees in front of Him.
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Still sobbing, more from being ashamed that was spanked in the first place, than the heat or pain of the ordeal. Not daring to look up at Him, my eyes found themselves staring down upon my own fingers playing with each other. Only stopping to reach up and wipe the free falling tears from my cheeks.
Placing his fingers beneath my chin lifting it upwards to Him, He looked at the beautiful sight in His eyes. “Now now little one, that was not that bad was it?” He asked.
Unsure of the proper reply but desperately wanting to get it right for some reason whispered, “No Sir.”
Smiling seeing the surrender of the brat already beginning to take place. “From now on little one, you will call me Master.”
Without giving me a moment to reply, His hands cupped my delicate features pulling my face to His enveloping me in the kiss it seemed both had so long awaited for. Probing me, enrapturing me, and capturing me. Claiming what He wanted and intended upon having now.
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