This is Part IV of a story that started as a snippet from my drafts long ago.  Thanks to James X Morgan’s interest in the story, we’re continuing to co-create Delilah’s adventures with Master Graham.  You can find the posts here on my blog, and on James’ blog Tall Tales.

Part 1, originally named A Tantalizing Opportunity, now called Delilah’s Adventures with Master Graham: Intro is on my blog here and on James’ blog here.

Part 2, Meeting, is on my blog here and on James’ blog here.

Part 3, Demonstration, is on my blog here and on James’ blog here.

Part 4, Exploration, is on my here, and on James’ blog here.

MG took Delilah gently but firmly by the hand and, walking beside her, led her through the side door. He motioned to his left.

‘There are restrooms here if you would like to freshen up.’

Delilah nodded – that was definitely a good idea.  “I’ll be right back,” she said.

The restroom was a surprise.  She noted the seating area with a couple of comfortable looking couches; on a small side table was a bowl of individual size lubes and another bowl of condoms.  Looking at herself in the mirror while she washed her hands, she was amazed to see that she didn’t look any different than she had when she arrived.  Somehow, she had expected to look as different as she felt.

She whispered to her reflection, “You’re about to get spanked,” and felt a wave of pleasure that ended in a throbbing heat at her core.  She smiled and rejoined MG in the hall.

‘I will go to the bar and make the arrangements for the room; it should only take a couple of minutes. You may come with me or, if you prefer, you can stand a little to one side and wait. Which would be more comfortable for you do you think?’

For a moment, Delilah froze.  If she went to the bar with him, it would be clear that she was going to be using the private room with him.  But, she thought, it’s not like anyone knows me here.  And it would be worse waiting off to the side by myself – someone else might try to talk to me!  

“I’d like to go with you,” she said

They arrived at the bar and MG spoke briefly to one of the staff who consulted a chart and asked him to wait while he checked.

Delilah’s whole body was buzzing with excitement.  She kept thinking “This is real, he’s going to take me to a private room and spank me!”  

A couple of minutes later, MG received the confirmation he had hoped for. He turned to Delilah and took both her hands, his face all gentle smiles and encouragement.

‘That’s one of the advantages of weekdays, we can go straight in. Ready?’

“Yes!” She bit her lower lip, “Yes, Sir, I am.”

MG led her into the close-by room and locked the door, showing Delilah the simple bolt he had engaged. He closed the blind on the window and checked that the room was to his satisfaction. He turned to Delilah and took her hands again, speaking gently but firmly.

‘Now, you’ve asked to take part in a scene where you have broken a rule for which I deem you deserve a spanking. I will explain why you should be spanked and then put you over my knee and spank you soundly with my hand but without causing any damage. I will decide what and when is enough but you do have your safeword if you need it. Afterwards I will look after you and all will be right between us. Is that still what you want?’

Still, Delilah could barely believe this was happening, but she was filled with delight.  “Yes, please – Sir, that is still what I want, please.”  Every time she called him “Sir” it was a little easier, a little more natural.  She had noticed how wet her panties were with her own arousal, and her body throbbed with anticipation.

MG had not failed to notice the subtle signs: the breathy edge to her voice, the dilated pupils in her wide, slightly watery eyes and her parted lips. She was certainly keen. He wondered if she might feel differently afterwards or even use her safeword. Time would tell.

‘Come here Delilah.’

‘Feet together, hold your elbows behind your back and look at me.’

‘Tell me why we’re here.’

Grasping her elbows, or as close as she could come to that, thrust her breasts out, nipples pushing against her bra.  Delilah trembled, aware of Graham’s gaze.  She was focused totally on him.

“I’m – I broke a rule, Sir,” she said.

MG’s focus was equally on her. He was impressed and appreciative of how quickly and completely she had entered into her role. He might tell her later. But not now.

‘Which rule, young lady?’

“Oh -” Delilah’s heart was racing – what – of course she didn’t know, he knew she didn’t know, was she supposed to know?  What was she supposed to say?  She was already disappointing him.  She bit her lip, “Sir…”

‘Think back over this evening’s events and tell me if you have done anything of which I might disapprove.’

Delilah tried to replay the evening in her mind, thinking about everything she’d done through his eyes.  It was hard to think at all, standing as she was in front of him.  But finally she said, “Oh!  You didn’t like it when I interrupted you and asked about seeing the club!  Is that it?  That was rude of me, Sir.”

‘That was a little rude but maybe you were carried away by your excitement, hmm?’

MG’s eyes were unwavering, his voice calm and low.

‘Now think back to when you arrived here this evening. What happened then?’

But Delilah was beyond thought.  Guilty of some transgression she had not been aware of, not knowing if she had done something wrong or not done something she should have done, heart pounding and tears in her eyes, she could only shake her head.  “I don’t know, Sir.”

And yet, even though she felt ashamed and miserable, Delilah’s nipples tingled, her breasts felt heavy and acutely sensitive, and the throbbing heat between her thighs was intense.

MG raised his hand and gently lifted her chin. His eyes were compassionate but uncompromising. 

‘Delilah, what did you do when you got out of your car and walked to meet me?’

“Ohhhh…”  relief flooded her body.  “I jay-walked!” she said, happy to have the right answer.  Then her smile faded.  “But – I guess I shouldn’t have done that?  Everyone else was…” and she stopped mid sentence.  “Everyone else did” was never a good enough excuse.

MG smiled internally. It was always better when the transgression was both real and recognised.

‘Good. It’s good that you remember. And acknowledge that it was not a good thing to do.’

MG took off his jacket and laid it neatly on the bed. He turned, positioned a straight backed chair and sat on it.

‘I am distinctly disappointed by your disregard for your own safety, young lady. Come here.’

Arms still behind her back, Delilah moved to stand directly in front of him.  She knew she was about to be spanked, and she felt like she deserved it. 

MG took Delilah’s arm and encouraged her gently over his lap, gathering her towards him with a hand on her hip and allowing her to settle. He reached down with both hands and grasped the hem of the silky lavender, pulling it up deliberately beyond her waistband until her bottom and the small purple and lace triangle of her panties were fully uncovered. He rubbed her bottom gently until he felt her cheeks relax.

Delilah could barely breathe, and she wasn’t thinking at all.  She felt her body bending over his thighs, her toes barely touching the ground on one side, fingertips grazing the floor on the other.  Cool air on her legs as he raised her skirt, so exposed, and his hand on her bottom, just the sensation of his hand touching her, gently soothing… she purred with pleasure, slipping deeper into the feeling.

‘You understand why you are here young lady? I strongly disapprove of you putting yourself unnecessarily in harm’s way. Perhaps you thought the risk was small but it wasn’t zero. Now I care about you and for that reason I would encourage you never to take such a risk again. To make sure you understand, and that you don’t forget, how much I disapprove, I am going to spank you.’

“Mmmmm, yes, Sir,” Delilah murmured.

MG hooked his thumbs under the hem of Delilah’s panties and drew them down to her knees.

Cool air on her bottom, this was really happening, Delilah sighed contentedly.

MG grinned; the girl really wanted this. But would she change her mind before he’d finished?  

‘I am going to spank you on your bare bottom.’

MG tapped twice on her bottom to warn her then began alternating swats on each cheek, stingy but not yet hard. He covered the curves methodically, occasionally targeting the sit spots before returning to the roundness of her rear.

Delilah wiggled, raising her bottom a bit.  Each swat landed with a sting, and settled; intense, but not exactly painful… except on her sit spots and small cries escaped her then.  She heard herself and nodded, she deserved this.

MG continued until Delilah’s round cheeks and sit spots took on an even rosy hue. He nodded with satisfaction at his judgement: eliciting a few squeaks at this stage was good. He stopped spanking and, after resting his hand on each cheek in turn, he decided it was time to move on.

‘We’ll deal first with your lack of self control and borderline rudeness. I expect from you the same level of respect as I afford you. And I expect now that you will keep your hands and legs on the floor.’

MG pulled firmly on Delilah’s hip and gathered her towards his waist. Without further warning he launched a volley of ten harder swats onto her right cheek before repeating the process on the left. 

Delilah gasped, oh, that hurt, each cheek, stinging, burning, and then the shift, relief but more stinging, she cried out.  She moved her hands as if to cover herself, but stopped, she couldn’t touch the floor, as she reached for it, her hands landed on Sir’s leg and she held on.  She struggled to keep her toes on the ground.

Her body tensed with each swat, relaxed as he switched sides, and she began to lose herself in the rhythm.  Her bottom burned and each new swat was a fresh sting.

MG noticed her reaction as he continued until he had landed four sets of ten on each side of her now distinctly reddening derrière. He stopped. He squeezed each cheek gently in turn as he spoke. 

‘Now, young lady, we are going to deal firmly with your lack of concern for your safety. I suggest you continue to hold my leg if you need to; arms and legs stay down or I will find a way to encourage you to keep them under control. Understood?’

“Yes, Sir,” she gasped, clutching his leg.  “I understand.”

MG shifted her a little to one side, exposing her bottom and sit spots even more. He began immediately delivering swat after powerful swat to each cheek in turn, ensuring an even coverage of the red, rippling flesh.

“OH!  OH, that hurts!”  Delilah tossed her head from side to side… “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I’ll never do it again, I promise!”

After a good minute of rhythmic attention to the roundness of her cheeks, MG shifted his attention to Delilah’s sit spots with a long series of alternating thwacks centered on the creases at the tops of her thighs.

Shocked at the intense sting, Delilah squirmed, tried to dig her toes into the ground, squeezed Graham’s leg, and cried out with each blow.  “Please, please, Sir, please…”  Despite her efforts, first one leg then the other popped up.

MG delivered half a dozen whacks to each of her previously untouched thighs, creating a pink patchwork on the soft skin above the backs of her knees.

‘Legs down, young lady. Now.’

MG returned his attention to the scarlet cheeks and creases with first a circle of thwacks to sit spot, cheek, cheek, sit spot followed by two, then three thwacks to each location in turn.

And somehow, something shifted for Delilah.  The pain was no less, but she opened to it.  Instead of fighting it, her body relaxed, she accepted it.  She gasped a bit, moaned as each swat landed, but all resistance had ended.

MG recognised the change, pleased and somewhat surprised at the level of Delilah’s submissive acceptance, a level he had not expected from a girl with no experience. He found himself thinking, hoping, that she might be open to further training. He delivered ten more resounding wallops to each of her scarlet cheeks then stopped.

He pushed his hand under the waistband of her dress and began rubbing small circles on her back, quietly reassuring her as he spoke. 

‘It’s over now dear girl, you’ve done very well. All finished and forgiven, everything is ok.’

“Mmmmm,” Delilah just lay quietly, enjoying his touch.  She was more aroused than she had ever been; she wiggled her butt a bit trying to rub against his thigh, but the angle was wrong for that.

MG raised an eyebrow at her more than contented murmur and the wiggle which he suspected was not prompted by discomfort. That a part of his trouser leg felt slightly damp served to reinforce his suspicion.

“All finished and forgiven,” he’d said, and Delilah savored those words.  She stroked his leg with one hand, wondering what he would think if he knew what she was thinking now.

Just like in her fantasies, when she touched herself and imagined this very scenario, she longed to serve him now.  To kneel at his feet, to offer her mouth, to taste him…  She sighed, just a tiny sigh.  She could never tell him that. 

MG sighed inwardly as he felt her hand on his leg.  It would be very tempting to encourage her to continue but that would be beyond what they had agreed and he didn’t want to risk her feeling later that she had been taken advantage of. Another time perhaps. He eased her panties up over her fiery bottom as gently as he could and rested his hands on her hip and outer thigh.

With another little sigh, Delilah wiggled to give him easier access as he pulled the panties up.  Her bottom burned, and even the touch of her panties was a lot on her sensitive skin.  But his hands felt so good…

MG reached a hand behind her shoulder, encouraging her up and round to sit on his lap, enfolding her loosely in his arms. 

‘You’ve done very well my dear, very well indeed. I’m proud of you. Now we start afresh with nothing pending and no obligations. Well done.’

She curled into him, “Yes, Sir.  Thank you.  That was practically just like I imagined it.”  Then, with a yawn, “I can’t believe we really did that – can’t believe I did that!!  I think I should feel bad about it, but right now, I don’t.” 

MG held her closer.

‘Nothing to feel bad about as long as it was what you wanted. Now, my dear Delilah, it’s time we got you home.’

Delilah stirred a bit on his lap, “Yes, Sir,” she sighed.  She wanted to protest – she was too aroused to go home – but she could never tell him that.  “I guess it is time,” she said.