Part 3
Before I left James Friday night we made plans on how we would meet for
Sunday. He would drop by my house and pick me up. We would go over to have
dinner at Gary's house and then come back to my place for after dinner drinks.
I left for home and spent that night as well as the whole of Saturday
thinking of what James did to my bottom, what he was going to do in the future,
and what I hoped he would do.
He said he would come by early so that we would have some time to '
spank around'. I felt myself blushing and grinned as I looked out my window for
the up-tenth time for his arrival. I looked around my house to make sure
everything was in place. This was his first visit ever to my house and I wanted
it to be perfect. This was my Master, My Lord, and I wanted him to like being
here. Seeing it as being ordered I turned back to the window and found him
pulled into my driveway.
Nothing could explain my feelings well enough as I watched him getting
out of his car in my driveway. My stomach began to flutter, my bottom, as well
as the rest of me, began to ache for his touch, and I had to take deep breaths
to try to calm down as I opened the door. He had gone to the trunk of his
car to remove a large duffle bag. Curiosity was enough to temporarily ease my
body's reactions to his arrival.
" What is in the bag?" I asked as I let him in.
He chuckled as he sat it down by the door and pulled me into a hug. We
kissed and held each other. I enjoyed the long hug. I enjoyed the feel of his
strong body as he held me near him. I enjoyed the smell of his cologne that
sent the scent of dominance to my brain causing my body to react. I actually
began to feel lightheaded I was getting so turned on.
" That is my bag of toys." He answered my question. " I have all kinds
of evil things in there that will keep my little one a good girl."
I pulled away from him to look into those eyes that again made me feel
as if I were prey. " What kind of toys?" I took a deep breath to try and calm
down my body, which began to tremble.
" Oh little one, you will find out." He let me go and reached down to
pick it up. " As a matter of fact we have time to explore a bit now. Show me
to your room little one." His tone was light and teasing, his eyes were
twinkling, but his words sent shivers down to my toes. I had to force myself to
show the way to my room.
" Do you want to see the rest of the place? Do you want a drink?" I
asked looking back with a bit of fear in my eyes.
He grinned but shook his head. " No thank you to the drink, and you
will be showing the rest of the house."
He looked around my room once we entered. He placed his bag on top of
my bed and sat down beside it. " Come here little one." He said to me holding
out his hand. I took it and was pulled to stand between his legs. " Kneel
down." I went down on my knees to look up at him. He took my hands and
squeezed them. He let go of my right to run his fingers gently down my cheek.
His voice was light but serious. " I am going to begin your training now little
one. As we are now all sessions will begin. I am going to show you the
position you will take every time I tell you to. I am then going to spank your
bottom. We will start light but we will be moving to hard. You will be marked
little one." He took my hand again and had me look him in the eye. " Will you
take my marks little one?"
I nodded unable to talk. I was a bit fearful of what he would be doing
to my bottom. I looked at his bag and felt that tingle of fear one feels when
they know they are in trouble and wished they could get out of it. He shook my
hands,
" I am not going to harm you."
I grinned and blushed at him. " I know My Lord."
He pulled me into a good long hug before letting me go.
" Stand up." He ordered. I stood up. " Strip." I hesitated. That
was not expected and I was not sure I wanted to be naked just yet. I know he
has already seen me naked but this was different. I felt like I was being
assessed and that made me feel embarrassed and ashamed of my body.
" Do not disobey me now little one. I do not want to punish you." I
heard the warning and took it. I stripped myself of everything and stood before
him feeling embarrassed and ashamed.
" Put your hands above your head and turn around. Do not stop until I
tell you." I did as told and felt my face turn red. I looked at his eyes each
time I turned and saw them watching me, making me feel more like prey about to
be devoured with each turn. I grew more embarrassed with each turn of my body,
seeing all of my body's flaws and wishing I could cover up.
He stood and took my right hand. " You should not be embarrassed of
your body little one." He smiled as our eyes met. I had no idea he could tell
what I was thinking. " You have a great body." I blushed and smiled looking at
my feet.
" Thank you My Lord." I answered.
I climbed on my bed, as that was where his hand was directing me to go,
wondering what he was up to.
" I am going to show you the position." He answered my question. " I
want you in the middle of the bed. Head down. Hands before you left over
right, bottom up, legs spread wide." His hands directed me into position. Once
I was in it he moved away and lifted his bag. I turned to watch what he would
do. " Keep your head down, no looking." I put my head down and listened to him
as he moved the bag to the bottom of my bed.
I heard metal clicking together and against wood. I heard and felt the
items put on the end of my bed. I felt my body react by jumping as he tapped
each item against his hand before setting it on my bed. I also felt the tingle
of excitement going throughout my body as well as fear. I prayed, as I lay
there now feeling very much a submissive and vulnerable to him that I could
handle what he dished out. And I wanted to prove to him that I could.
After what seemed an eternity I felt him move from the end of my bed to
come to me. He sat down on the bed and began to softly run his hand down my
back going everywhere but my bottom making me need his touch and leaning towards
him for it. I jumped when he finally began to rub my bottom.
" You have such a nice bottom little one." He got on his knees beside
me putting his left hand on the small of my back still rubbing my bottom with
his right. When his hand left to rise above me I nearly moved to avoid the
spank I knew was coming. It was a light spank centered to my right cheek and
followed on my left. I sighed with the spank and raised my bottom to meet his
hand. He stopped and stood.
" Stand up little one." He ordered.
I stood looking in his eyes to see why he stopped. He sat down on my
bed and took me over his knee. " Hold on little one. Do not block me. Do not
raise your head up. Do you understand?"
" Yes sir." I whispered back to him.
He began to spank my bottom in short steady hard spanks. They stung
from the beginning and had me owing and holding on. I squirmed and rocked with
his hand as he went back and forth all over my bottom, going as far down to my
tender underside and back up again. When he increased to hard and quick I
doubled my efforts to stay in position. I had to breath with each spank as it
rained down on my bottom and was thankful when it was over. I stayed on his lap
rocking my bottom back and forth enjoying the sting that he created. When my
body calmed down he lifted me up to have me kneel before him.
" How are you doing little one?" He asked as he searched my face.
I grinned at him. " I am doing fine My Lord."
He nodded. " How is your bottom?"
" The sting is gone My Lord." I answered truthfully. " I am still
warm." I added hoping I did not upset him.
" I have selected a few instruments from my bag. Since we are testing
your limits tonight I will allow you to chose which you wish to feel first."
He stood pulling me up with him to take me to the end of my bed.
On my bed I saw a wicked fraternity paddle, a long wooden spoon, a very
thick strap, a small thick looking ruler, which I later found out was a stinger,
a ping-pong paddle, and a small leather strap with a split in it. I chose the
ruler.
He took it from me and led me back to my bed. He sat down pulling me
over his knee once he was in position. He began to rub the ruler on my bottom.
" This is a small spanking stick, or stinger. It may be small in size
and look harmless but it's got quite a sting to it." He began to lightly tap my
bottom. I began to squirm waiting for the gentle taps to turn to stinging
spanks. He stopped tapping and began to rub again. Then a sting landed so fast
I jerked and turned to look back at him.
" Stay in the position." He warned. He continued to rub the stinger as
I got back in position. I grabbed my blankets and put my head down determined
to stay in position. I could not stop my body from swaying and jumping when he
raised his hand to begin spanking my bottom with the stinger. There was a lot
of sting to it. I found myself holding on tight to keep in position and making
a bunch of noises as he spanked every inch of my bottom. My bottom was hot when
he stopped and I swayed back and forth breathing with the pain.
" How are you doing my little one?" He asked rubbing the stinger around
my bottom.
" I am fine My Lord." I didn't lift my head as I turned to look back at
him. I was hoping that he was done with that thing. I was not sure I could
handle more.
" It seems my little one, that you have a high level of tolerance." He
helped me up. " I just marked your bottom quite well and you are not crying."
I rubbed my bottom feeling the marks and smiled at him. He grinned back
and pulled me into a hug. When he pulled away he looked at the instruments on
my bed. I nervously watched as he put down the stinger and lifted the strap.
" My Lord?" I could not help whisper. I was a bit afraid now. My
bottom was still warm which would intensify the feel of the strap. I bit my
bottom lip and gave him what I hoped was a pout that said I had enough.
" Put your hands on the bed little one." He said as he stepped away
from me to take a position behind me.
I put my hands on the bed but did nothing else. He looked at me and I
could tell he was not upset, but he was not playing either. He pushed my head
down and used his foot to guide my legs back.
" Spread your legs and put your bottom out little one. I need a
target."
I blushed as I moved back into position. I gripped the bed as tight as
I could and looked at the floor. I could see his legs as he moved to stand
behind me. I saw the stance he took as he aligned the strap with my bottom and
felt chills going down my back and to my toes. I jumped when the strap
rested on my bottom and let out a nervous giggle as he rubbed it around. I felt
the movement of his body as he lifted the strap and stepped to give me my first
swat. It stung so that I sucked in my breath and held it. I lifted my head and
rocked up and down as I eased out my breath with the sting. He was rubbing the
strap below the area of the first swat.
I had to fight to not move when he lifted the strap again. I gripped
the bed with all my strength and tried my best to not clench my bottom. I
remember reading somewhere that clenching made it hurt more. Not clenching is
hard but at least I had something to focus on instead of watching his feet as
they stepped into the swing that put another stinging spank to my lower bottom.
I got up on that one and grabbed my bottom.
" Get back into position." He ordered from behind me. I got back down
quickly and rocked up and down breathing hard with the sting of that swat.
Saying the whole time...owowowowowow. " One more little one." He said
quietly from above me. He began to rub my back and bottom with his hand
stopping to pinch the welts the strap left, causing my body to react in ways I
never knew it could. My legs were beginning to go weak for some reason. He was
beside me out of his position that he used to strap me. I relaxed just a bit
and welcomed his touch. I turned to look up at him and saw his eyes. They were
dark now and held that bloodlust look that sent shivers down my spine and made
the butterflies in my stomach awaken.
" Head down little one." He gently reminded me. I wanted to say that I
my head was down but turned to look at the floor instead. I figured now would
not be the time to question or push the limit on the rules. If head down meant
do not look, then so be it.
I could see his legs and feet though and they took the position behind
me. I saw his feet lift slightly and step with the swing of the strap as it
landed on the top of my thighs. I could not help but yell out on that swat. I
gripped the covers and buried my face to yell owowowow in the covers. I danced
with the sting and wanted to rub my bottom so bad.
" You may get up little one." He said. I felt the strap land on my bed
as I got up to rub the sting. He watched with amusement as I danced and rubbed.
" So what did you think of your first strapping little one?" He asked
pulling me to him. I held him tight as I thought of what he did to my bottom.
I liked the feel of his body close to mine, the contrast of his body warming up
the front of me, and the warmth of my bottom behind me. He began to rub my
bottom and I could feel the welts that both instruments left on me. The
strapping stung and was heavy. It went deep into my bottom and I could tell
that I would be feeling the marks for a while. Which was okay by me. I like to
feel the marks and will squirm on my chair so that I can be reminded of them.
It makes me feel good.
" I liked it My Lord." I said to his chest, which was an
understatement.
" I liked it too little one. But that will be one instrument we will
have to stay away from for a while." He pulled away from me and grinned. " You
may have a high tolerance for pain, but your bottom does not. That last one cut
you a bit."
" It did?" I tried to look.
He turned me around to look himself. " I do not like cutting you little
one." He rubbed his hand on a welt. " It will be fine, it's just a scratch.
But we will wait to use that until we get your bottom built up for it." I felt
my face blush and grinned at him. I do that when I am embarrassed. My bottom
built up. I never read anything about that before. I had no idea what to say
or do. He grinned back and pulled me into another hug that I once again relaxed
into enjoying the touch and smell of him. I know you must think I am weird
saying that part, but smell is just as important as touch. The smell of leather
is intoxicating on it's own.
" Tell me little one, are you protected?" He asked it so bluntly that I
felt myself blushing all over again. " Yes My Lord." I bit my lip and looked
down to the ground.
" Good. Because we are going to have another session when we get back
from Gary's." He pulled away to look at me. " Will that be all right?"
" Yes My Lord." I grinned at him. " I cannot wait." He grinned back and
pulled me back to him. " I would call Gary and tell him we cannot make it, but
Alice went through a lot of trouble for us. We have to go." " That is fine.
We have all night." " Yes we do. All weekend for that matter. Get dressed
little one. Let us get going so we can get back." He left me alone. I got
dressed enjoying the pull of the welts. I went to peek in the mirror before
pulling up my panties and liked the redness I saw. I had bruises from the top
of my bottom to the top of my thighs. I was a bit surprised that I was marked
so well. But I loved it. The strap marks were bigger and deeper purple. I
looked to see where I had been cut and could not find it. I was fully satisfied
with the direction my curiosity got me into this time. And it seems that my
question of whether he was dominant in bed was going to be answered too. I
grinned as I finished dressing. Curiosity can be a good thing after all.
