She didn’t get to finish her fantasy – just getting to corner time was enough to push her over the edge into a decent orgasm. Well, that and the pink vibrating dildo she favored. She woke up the next morning with the dildo lying across her chest, having fallen asleep before she could even put it away.

In the morning light, she wondered where she’d been going with that fantasy. What would be a good punishment for stubbornness and pride? Sketching the scene in her mind, she thought there was a butt plug involved, that was always good to enhance submission. Oh, maybe he restricted her movement, made her helpless.

She pictured a leather belt that fastened around her waist. The butt plug would attach to that – like in Story of O, where one chain comes up in the back and then two in the front, one on either side of her pussy so he would still have access to her there. The chains would attach to the belt to keep the butt plug in, but there would also be a D-ring on each side of the belt. He could use the cuffs to attach her wrists to the belt.

With her arms made useless, she would have to ask for help. He could spank her, feed her… he could make her read a book, and she’d have to ask him to turn the pages for her.

Even as she pictured all of that, getting a little turned on in the process, she wondered who “she” was. Was the “she” of her stories really herself? She had always assumed it was – but did she really want the things that-happened to her characters?

Pushing that thought aside, she let her mind wander.

“Give me your wrist,” he said.

She looked at the cuffs in his hands, and backed away. Pointless, she thought, she didn’t know why she was backing away. He had locked her clothes in the cabinet. Even if she could escape, where would she go completely exposed like this.

He was sitting in front of her on a hard back wooden chair, looking quite at ease. She was backed up as far as she could go without climbing onto the bed behind her – and that was the last place she wanted to be. What had she been thinking? Why on earth had she agreed to come here?

Stupid curiosity, she thought. She should have listened to her mother – curiosity killed the cat, she used to say. Stupid cliche. But obviously accurate, based on where she was right now. Her friends had encouraged her to come. And she would have plenty to say to them if she ever got out of here!

The man in the chair – Sir Devon she was supposed to call him – was watching her, waiting as if he had all night. “Callie,” he said, “You don’t have to do this. You signed up for this. You can un-sign up any time you want to. I’m certainly not going to force you to do anything.”

His words helped her settle and she took a breath, realizing she had practically stopped breathing for a minute there. “I know,” she said. “And I do want to do this. I guess, the cuffs freaked me out a little bit.”

He nodded, and laid the cuffs down on the small table beside him.

“Come here,” he said.

She moved closer to him, instinctively covering her breasts with one hand and the cleft between her thighs with the other. He didn’t correct her, just looked at her with interest. “Why did you want to come here?”

“I thought maybe I was submissive,” she said, keeping her eyes lowered, embarrassed to meet his gaze.

“And what made you think that?” he asked.

She sighed. “Sometimes I have these fantasies. And I thought maybe I wanted them to be true. I don’t know why the cuffs freaked me out.”

He nodded, “It’s ok. What usually happens in your fantasies?”

She turned her head away. “Spanking,” she admitted in a small voice. “Spanking usually happens.”

“Very good,” he said. “I see this is difficult, I’m glad you were able to tell me that.” His words warmed her and her lips curved up in an almost smile. “Carrie, I want you to have a chance to make this experience work for you. Can you agree to obey me for a few minutes?”

Trembling now, she said, “Yes, yes, Sir, I think I can.”

“Good,” he said, “very good,” and again his words warmed her like a blanket. “I’d like for you to kneel,” he said, “I think you’ll be more comfortable if you can kneel, right here in front of me. Can you do that?”

“Yes, Sir,” she said, relieved that she could do that without freaking out. Once she was on her knees, rocked back on her heels, looking up at him, she was surprised to realize that she did feel more comfortable.

“Excellent,” he said. “What does it feel like to do what I ask you to do – to obey me.”

She thought for a minute, considering, then said, “It feels good, Sir.

He smiled. “I like when you obey me,” he said, and she felt a rush of pleasure, a twinge of lust, that surprised her. “I’m going to touch you,” he said. “I want you to look at me, eyes on me, as I do. Can you do that?”

“Yes, Sir,” she said raising her eyes to meet his.

“Good girl.” He reached out one hand, stroking her hair. With the other hand he caressed her face, cupping her face in his hand. She leaned into his hand, feeling a sense of tenderness and even comfort in his touch. His hands were large and she felt her own smallness next to him. She would have closed her eyes, but “Eyes on me,” he said again, and she quickly opened them, watching his face as he continued to stroke her hair.

Then, “I’m going to spank you in just a minute,” he said, “but I’m going to sit on the side of the bed to do it. I want you to be comfortable for this first spanking. I’m going to sit on the side of the bed, and you’re going to lie across me so your upper body is on the bed and your feet are on the floor.” He paused a moment, then added, “This gives me easy access to your bottom. I’ll direct you as we go along; you don’t have to worry about anything except listening to me and obeying me. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Sir,” she said, marveling at the heat between her thighs, the wetness she could feel beginning there. He gestured for her to stand, and she followed him to the bed. He settled himself first, then gestured for her to lay over his lap. As she lowered herself, she felt a strange mix of longing and excitement, and with a touch of unreality. Was she really doing this?

He helped her arrange her body so her head and torso were on the bed, feet on the ground on the other side. As he had warned, her bottom was lifted a bit, and he had made sure it was in easy reach of his hands. He began to touch her, rubbing her bottom gently.

She sighed, a sound of contentment. In that moment, she was sure she was exactly where she needed to be.

Then he began to spank.

To be continued…