I’d been home about a week before I started feeling a longing for more kink. Or for spankings. To feel more of my Sir’s control.

Yes, I have still have all my rules and protocols and lots of connection with my Sir. And I just needed alone time for another spanking. I know, that might seem like plenty, but we submissive girls can be a bit greedy.

Two weeks went by, and I still hadn’t had alone time. I began to wish secretly that Sir would just tell me to do something. I didn’t know what I wanted or what he could even say, so I didn’t mention it.

I had been feeling aroused too. Just at night, when it was bedtime, and then in the morning I’d forget to ask for permission. After a few nights of this, I finally remembered to ask him if I could ‘take care of myself.’

He said:

“Well there’s a question. And here are two answers…
I think you’ve done really well these last couple of weeks … and I’m proud of you. Well done. Yes, you may have a slow, sensual orgasm when and where you choose.
And the second answer. Before next Sunday, have a quickie in your car. Enjoy!
And report back.”

I was stunned. Not thrilled – not happy to have a new assignment. Stunned. An orgasm – a quickie – in my car? I had to read it three times before I believed it. That was – well, it wasn’t something that I wanted to do.

I know, I know, that’s what submission is about. But in that moment, I wasn’t feeling it. I questioned him.

He pointed out I didn’t have to, I could always use my safeword.

But – safewords are for big things, not things I just don’t want to do. Sir assured me that’s not how he sees it, that it’s always ok to use my safeword. But it seemed like a silly thing to safeword over.

I reminded myself that I had been wishing he would tell me to do something so I could please him with my submission. And here was my chance. (Be careful what you wish for, right?). Ok, it wasn’t what I would have picked, but does that even matter? In fact, that’s kind of the point.

Sir pointed out that he knew it was outside my comfort zone, but he wanted me to do it. Before next Sunday.

And my resistance fell away. I don’t know why I needed the reassurance that he really wanted this, but afterwards, it was just a matter of logistics. What would I wear? Where would I park? How would I make this a quickie?

No tight jeans, obviously. I imagined a police officer cruising by, catching me playing with my self in the park, pants around my knees… no, that was not a fantasy I wanted to experience in real life. I needed a dress – with a full skirt in fact, something I could pull up in front but pull back down quickly if I needed to. Something like this:

I knew I would need my pink vibrating dildo for quick action.

But where to go? Maybe a nearby park, I could park next to a field so no one could park next to me. I did notice police officers cruising the park frequently, but surely they wouldn’t notice…

When would I go? Friday morning, when I was free and there wouldn’t be too many people in the park.

I was ready.

But at the last minute, my grandson needed someone to take him to archery camp. It was a half day camp, and an hour drive each way, so I’d spend Friday morning working at a coffee shop while he was becoming an archer, I suppose. I could do my required orgasm later that day, or over the weekend, at the park.

But I wore the teal dress and threw my pink dildo in my back pack. Just in case.

I had some lovely coffee (decaf) and read a book on my kindle for a few hours. Headed back to the camp early; pulled into the parking lot with 20 minutes to spare. As I was deciding where to park, I realized that there was a whole area that only had a couple of cars, and there was practically no traffic. One almost empty row faced the street so I could see if anyone was coming.

I parked. Glanced around. No one in sight. This could work.

Pulled my pink dildo out of the backpack, opened its case.

I had envisioned having to take my panties off, but I realized that was really a last resort. Instead, I pulled my skirt up to my waist, turned on the vibrator full speed, and placed it on the outside of my panties.

Hmmmm, that felt really good. I began to get aroused. I played with my nipples – on the outside of my clothes, which was not really effective. The dildo was doing its best, but I was wearing both panties and slip shorts – it was going to take too long.

Sudden inspiration hit – I pulled the thin shorts and my panties far enough away from my body to slide the dildo under them, bringing it directly against my pussy lips. I didn’t even bother trying to find my clit or use it inside me. I just let it vibrate against my lips, slipped a hand down the low neckline of my dress to find my nipples, and began to fantasize…

Yes, there was a police officer… and this was a town where you could be spanked for certain infractions of the town’s laws… and when the officer caught me, he yelled “Stop,” and I had to stop, just as I was about to come… and I had to get out of the car, only in the fantasy I wasn’t wearing panties… and I had to bend over the side of the car … while he took off his belt, pulled up my skirt and …

Boom – I came – like fireworks. Whew.

Laughing at how easy – and how much fun – it had been, I put the dildo away, promising myself to clean it later. Straightened out my panties, pulled my skirt back down. Six minutes from start to finish. Quickly, I messaged Sir, describing what I’d done. And strolled into the building for camper pickup, looking as innocent as could be.

Once again, I feel myself moving deeper into trusting my Sir. Deeper into willingness to submit to him. No, it’s not being whipped into submission, or publicly exposed (although I’ve experienced both of those things.) But the dynamics – the experience of submitting – is the same. And I am a happy girl.