gentlesurrender
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I was rushing again, so much to do, never enough time to do it. Why was there never enough time anymore.
Throwing the crockery into the hot soapy water, I grabbed a mug and smack straight into the tap, standing there holding the handle with no mug left. Quietly I scream this isn’t a good start. Picking out all the china I emptied the bowl. I moved the bowl to the side misjudged the glasses, watched in horror as one wobbled around and then smash. My eyes went heaven, why oh why today. Didn’t I have enough to contend with?
Got myself ready, it was a meeting I wasn’t looking forward too, but it had to be done, I was just locking up the house when the telephone rang, hesitating with the key in the lock. Do I answer it or leave it. What if it’s something important? With a sigh I let myself back in and ran to the phone, just for it to stop ringing. Grrrrrrrrr I stamped my feet. Quickly did a 1471, but number withheld. Have you ever felt soooooo frustrated?
Jumping into the car, I took a breath, now calm down, I don’t want an accident, had two already today, lets not make it three. Then a quick prayer the car would start, I really didn’t need that hassle. A sigh of relief as it fires into life. Five minutes down the road and my mobile phone starts ringing, checking all around me, I pull over to the side and answer. It was my mediator, letting me know the meeting was cancelled; the other party was sick and couldn’t make it. I thank her for ringing and put the phone down.
Banging my hands on the steering wheel, anger and hurt all pent up, ‘Damn it, damn it, I yell out, after all these weeks of waiting and now he is ill, damn it, damn him.’ I’m shaking with emotion. Resting my head on my hands I breathe and calm down. Sternly say to myself ‘I’m in control, independent, strong and capable, I can deal with this, its not going to get to me.’ I wasn’t going to waste the day, I headed for the supermarket, and I’ll stock up instead.
Musing around with no shopping list, I wasn’t watching where I was going, when crash. I looked up into a pair of deep blue eyes, wow I thought, he looked down at me and in a deep gravelling voice ‘Young lady, you should look where you are going.’
I looked down at my trolley, I looked back at him. I tried to smile; he made me feel like a naughty school girl. ‘Sorry’ I blurted out. As he went on by I struggled with the responses in my head ‘Well he could have acknowledged the apology. I didn’t do it on purpose.’ I could feel my temperature rising, everything bubbling away inside me again. Men, who needs men. Taking another breath I carry on. In the next aisle I want something on the top shelf, why are the top shelves so high, I try and reach up on tiptoes and the box is just out of reach. I was just standing there deciding whether to struggle again, leave it or ask someone, when I looked up and there he was again ‘Would you like some help?’ it was an innocent question, it was just the way he asked.
‘Yes please’ I stammered
He reached up and handed me the box ‘You only have to ask you know?’
‘Thank you, I was about too…….’ He faltered, why was I explaining myself to this man.
I threw the box into the trolley and pushed it off in a huff, men, who needs men. I felt like a simmering volcano, all spitting and bubbling. I was nearly finished and in the last aisle, when a little old lady barged into me, sending me flying. I felt a pair of hands holding me around my waist; he saved me from hitting the floor. I looked up to say thank you, my heart raced, it was him again. ‘You really are having a bad day.’
Nodding I waited for him to release me ‘Young lady, I know what you need.’
Reverting quickly to the flippant backchat ‘Oh of course I do, what ya gonna do spank me.’ I bit my lip, what on earth was I saying to a complete stranger. Pulling away from him ‘Sorry I didn’t mean that’ and I scurry away. Feeling decidedly shaky I decided to indulge myself with a bottle of wine for the evening. I had no-one at home; all the kids had been sorted out and had gone to friends for the night.
Loading the conveyor belt, I wasn’t being very careful and the next thing the wine bottle was tittering on the edge, I watched helpless as my hands were full. Then I hand came into view and grabbed it just before it fell. I looked up into those wonderful blue eyes again. Quietly he helped me unload my trolley, and even helped pack and reload my trolley. When he paid I tried to protest, but when he looked at me and said ‘Behave, I’m going to pay.’ I stood quietly and let him. I could feel my body tingling, that look, his voice. Trying to shake my head and clear the feelings within it.
I helped him unload his trolley, well it was the least I could do, when he paid for his goods, he looked at me ‘Do you have a car here?’
‘Yes’ I nodded. What was the matter with me, where had my voice gone?
‘Good, lead the way. I will follow you.’ There was no room to argue with him, no room to suggest anything else. Quietly I lead the way to my car. We unloaded my shopping into the boot. ‘Right I’m parked just over there. Wait until I have unloaded and then follow my car.’
Numbly I found myself nodding.
I got in the car and waited, what was I doing, where was my mind. I could feel an anger inside me building, how dare he tell me what to do and in such a manner. When we stop I would give him a piece of my mind, before I drive off home, that’s where I would be going, home, my home. Why was I following him? We only drove for 10 minutes, not far from where I lived, he pulled into a drive way, got out his car and signalled me to drive in behind him. I did. Oh I would give this man a piece of my mind.
Throwing open my car door, I angrily get out the car and storm after him, he was loaded with his shopping bags and turned and smiled at me as he got to the door. That just infuriated me even more. I waited until he opened the door and followed him in. I waited until he put his shopping down and I started to say ‘Just who do you think……………’ he held up his hand and looked at me, his eyes intense, I stopped in my tracks.
‘You can speak to me once I have put this shopping away and I have put the kettle on’ his eyes bored into me and he didn’t move until I nodded and agreed.
Oh the cheek of the man, I turned on my heel and walked back into the hall, struggling with all my emotions. I knew what I needed, I had this damned desire within me, I liked to be spanked, to be controlled, to be disciplined and it had been so long since I had. I had learnt to deal with it, or deal with its absence, I didn’t need it, I could live without it. The man was infuriating slow putting his shopping away, everything was so precise, so measured. I kept going to say something, and then decided not too. Oh was he going to get my wrath poured out. I paced the hall up and down waiting. Pacing like a tiger ready to pounce.
I watched him put the kettle on and stood hands on hips, ready to give him a volley of what on earth did he think he was doing? Who did he think he was? He turned and smiled at me. I stood and glared back and waited. What was I waiting for?
‘Are you submissive’ he asked directly.
I looked down to the floor, it wasn’t something people knew, most of my friends didn’t know, how was I going to answer him.
‘I asked you a question, young lady, I expect an answer now’ his voice dropped as he said now and oohhh did it tingle through me.
I looked up at him, his eyes were intense, it seemed as if they looked right into the core of me ‘Yes’ was all I could answer. He smiled again.
‘Do you have a master?’
‘No’ this wasn’t supposed to be the conversation I was going to have, I was going to tell him he couldn’t waltz into some ones life, and do what he did. ‘Now look……..’ I started and stopped as his eyebrows raised and his look changed again.
‘Young lady, you need a spanking.’ He said bluntly.
Oh that hit home, how dare he ‘That’s beside the point’ my nerve back, my gusto aroused, ‘Just who do you think you are? Just what makes you think you can talk to me in such a manner?’ Questions spilling out all over the place. He just stood looking amused. He waited until I had nothing else to say.
‘Well, now answer my question and then I will answer all of yours. Do you need a spanking?’
My triad was building again; he tilted his head to the side and raised an eyebrow at me. I opened my mouth and closed it again, took a breath ‘Yes, I suppose I do.’
‘Good at least you are honest about that. Now your questions. Who am I? Your new master!’ His eyes waited for a reply.
‘You don’t know me.’ I said defensively.
‘I know enough for now. Do you submit to what you need, a spanking.’ He asked.
I felt deflated, suddenly a stronger need inside me was screaming out please, please, please, yesssss, I need to be spanked. I bit my lip, looked up at him ‘Yes.’
‘Why haven’t you got a dominant then?’
‘Why is the sky up and the sea down?’ I answered flippantly back ‘Because there is no dominant strong enough to deal with me. What makes you think you will be up to the job then.’ I almost hissed the last question out. Oh was my blood boiling now.
He moved towards me, his hand lifting my chin to look him in face to face. ‘Oh I’ll show you a strong master.’
I could feel myself gulping. Fear, excitement, anticipation. ‘Yes I have heard that before.’ I snarl sarcastically. Why was I pushing this man?
He took my hand and before I knew what was happening he pulled me through the hall into a lounge, he swung round and sat down on the sofa and pulled me down over his knee. He spanked me. Alternating cheeks, I could feel my bum begin to burn. He stopped. ‘How’s that?’ he asked pleasantly enough.
‘Had you started, oh I hadn’t noticed.’ I dropped my head as I realised what I had said, Why was I goading this man.
I felt my skirt being lifted and my knickers pulled down ‘Let’s see if you feel this.’
He spanked hard, his pace slow and deliberate, my bum was burning, tingling, his pace increased, resounding spanks filled my ears, my heart was pounding, my body was igniting again, a moan escaped my lips. In the background somewhere I could hear him chuckling, it warmed me, comforted me. As he spanked again and again, another fire within me was lit, and I soon my body was responding and moving into him. He stopped spanking and slowly rubbed my bum. My head was humming, oh it felt so good. His hand moved over my bum, a finger lightly moved over my pussy. I shivered with the touch, like electric tingles being sent through my body. Another moan escaped my lips. He started spanking me again, my hips grounding into him as he spanked. His hands were hard and fast. Persistent. My bum was beginning to hurt, the pain exquisite as he began to stroke my bum again, my body wishing his hand to move down again. His fingers moved into my pussy and I heard him chuckle again ‘Oh you wet little tart.’ His fingers slid easily into my pussy, my body moving back to push him further in. he worked his fingers back and forth. I was panting, moaning I wanted more. He withdrew again.
‘Noooooo’ I moaned ‘Please don’t stop.’
He slid me off his lap, still holding my hand; he rose and led me over to a dining room. He pushed me down ‘Now stay there and don’t move.’ I heard him moving around and I so wanted to look, but didn’t dare. Then whack, as I jumped I felt his hand push me back down, and he continued another whack, again and again. My bum was stinging; I waited to cry out stop, but inside was such a burning desire, it felt so good. It was fast the way I liked to be caned, it felt so good, the burning was intensifying, the stinging magnifying, my breath was erratic, I was moaning again. I couldn’t stop myself now, as he continued again and again, my head was leaving my body, the sensations seemed surreal. The pain was detached; somewhere off in the distance I could hear myself, feel the pain. He stopped his hand pushing into my pussy, as I moved sharply back against him, His thumb pressing and rubbing my clit as he pushed into me again and again. My body, waves of pleasure, screaming to be relieved, sounds of moaning, groaning, gasping were all I could do. Praying he wouldn’t stop. His fingers thrusting inside me until I shuddered and an orgasm exploded within me. A low scream, I heard from a distance, was that me?
I felt him holding me, stroking me as wave after wave rippled through me; I was snuggled up with a cover over me. He was there right beside me. Kissing me softly.
‘Now my little one has your volcano gone?’ Smiling I nestle myself deeper into his side, his arms hold me tighter. Was this real, did this really happen and then I knew it was when I heard his words. ‘Then tomorrow your training will begin.’
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