A Firm Hand

[saedo]

A Firm Hand (closed for littlelove)


I put a dash of cologne on and checked my appearance in the mirror for the twelfth time. Tonight was the night Cassie and I took it to the next level, so I wanted to look my best.

Tonight had been a bit of a long time arriving, but its delay was entirely my own making. By our fourth date, Cassie had clearly been ready to move things along physically. I hadn't missed the trace of surprise in her eyes when I calmly refused her subtle invitation into her bedroom.

I left her with the vague impression that my "taking it slow" had something to do with noble adherence to high standards. The truth was a bit more the opposite: I was attempting to shield myself from my own baser instincts.

I met my college sweetheart Janice two weeks into my freshman year and we stayed together till we eventually recognized that our post-graduate plans were too divergent to remain together. I steadfastly avoided looking for serious relationships for a time and focused entirely on the physical. I hit the bars and clubs and met countless women. Some became one-night stands. Others I dated for short periods, sometimes juggling two or three at once intermixed with my one-time conquests. At the time, I thought I was a young buck having fun.

A pregnancy scare in my early 30s finally woke me up. I looked across the table at the woman telling me she was late and realized that aside from her great ass, I didn't really like this person. Yet here I was facing the prospect of raising a child with her. Though that turned out to be a false alarm, this brush with reality made me take a sobering look at my life.

I recognized two things. First, this mindless pursuit of bedroom amusements had provided little pockets of pleasure, but no sustained happiness. In retrospect, this "fun" period was actually a fairly miserable one. My mindless pursuit of quick satisfaction had yielded a string of hollow relationships that had no chance of succeeding.

Second, had I not let myself be distracted by shallow concerns, I'd have recognized early on the dead ends at the end of these couplings. I had not abandoned my standards so much as declined to apply them. The signs had been there had only I been willing to look. But with visions of pulchritude dancing in my brain, I had glossed over the obvious and let my groin do my thinking. Even in some of the longer attachments, each of us was clearly lingering on for little more than a mutual appreciation for the other's genitals.

Clearly my own judgment was easily swayed by such temptation, so my slow policy existed to protect me from myself. By forestalling the physical, I forced myself to take account of the woman's entirety, not just her figure. And if such an examination revealed some deal-breaking flaw, I found it impossible to pretend otherwise and proceed forward.

The policy went to immediate effect upon meeting Cassie. A grad student in her mid-20s, she was unquestionably beautiful. Her hair was a glossy black that cascaded halfway down her back in silken waves when she didn't have it tucked up into a bun. Light green eyes flashed above a faint trace of freckles on high cheekbones and a gentle smile. Down below this angelic face lay a body apparently constructed by some dark lord. Her 5'4" frame was slender, but flared beautifully into a toned ass and what had to be the firmest pair of breasts that size I have ever seen.

Given the vision of loveliness before me, I knew I couldn't trust my first impressions. But if I held off on temptation for a date or two, no doubt she would reveal herself to be the harpy she truly was.

Except that didn't happen. She was bright and educated. She spoke softly and had a gentle kindness to her. She didn't espouse some radical political or religious agenda. She didn't curse like a sailor, smoke like a chimney, or drink like a fish. She got along with my dog. Over the next few dates, none of the usual warning flags went up

But the lack of flags was in its own way disconcerting to me. From the jump, I'd thought Cassie a bit out of my league. I'm a decent-looking guy - sandy blond hair, blue eyes, broad shoulders, slightly curved nose (remnant of a childhood elbow to the face), 5'11", trim frame, etc. But given that I'm in my late 30s, the age difference would suggest that I've got some special quality to warrant her dating outside her peer group. But I'm not particularly handsome, tall, muscular, rich, or famous. So what did she see instead

Honestly, I was surprised we even went out in the first place. Standing in line at a busy Starbucks, I'd made a remark about the book she was carrying. Instead of just nodding politely, she asked if I'd read some of the author's earlier works. We ended up chatting for 10 minutes before I had to get back to work.

At that point, I said something like, "Good talking with you. We'll have to do it again sometime." I honestly intended as one of those meaningless things you say to people you'll never see again. Perhaps I was flirting a little, but only in the way you might wink at a cute cashier, expecting nothing to come of it. But Cassie bobbed her head and said, "Good idea," and scribbled her phone number on a scrap of paper. I hadn't expected that.

The progression of our relationship continued to have that trace of unreality to it. She hadn't given me a fake number. She didn't blow me off when I invited her out for coffee again. Ditto when I asked her to dinner the next week. And when after a very pleasant evening I leaned in to kiss her cheek, she met me with her warm, soft lips.

I spent the better part of a month waiting for the other shoe to drop, sure that this had to be some sort of Trojan horse, that Cassie was simply too good to be true. It took the eyes of an outsider to finally clue me in.

I took Cassie on a lunch date with some long-time friends of mine. Kenneth and Melody used to double-date with Janice and I back in college, but unlike my ill-fated romance, they had been happily married for several years now. Naturally I spoke to them afterwards to get their impressions. I'd expected Melody to give me a little grief about the age difference, but she waved that away. "She's twice as smart as any three of those college skanks you used to go out with. You finally found one I can talk to without using small words; who cares if she's a little bit younger?"

However, what I paid particular attention to was when Melody talked about how Cassandra was clearly fond of me. "Cassie completely dotes on your every word. She's practically deferential to you."

I was of course elated to get some confirmation that Cassie's affection for me was not just wishful thinking on my part. But the "deferential" term suddenly had me recasting the past weeks in a new light. Cassie had been letting me take lead on much of the decisions in the relationship. When to go out, where to go, what to do - virtually always she me make the call.

I'd just chalked that up to the usual "I want to do whatever you want to do" behavior so common when you're trying to please someone at the start of a relationship. However, I've limited patience for cutesy tip-toeing around the bush waiting for the other person to express a preference, so I usually cut to the chase and make a decision. So in that respect, things with Cassie hadn't been all that different.

But looking back, Cassie had seemed to actually enjoy it when I took charge. And not just in a "Thank God one of us made a decision" sigh of relief. Recalling her warm smiles at such time, it seemed more like she took a warm comfort in entrusting herself to my care.

That also threw a more recent incident into a new light as well. My "take it slow" policy didn't forbid all physical contact, so we'd been in the habit of ending our dates with a vigorous make-out session on the couch. Though we'd never set actual limits, I kept my hands away from the naughty areas and never removed or unbuttoned any clothing (hers or mine). But at our most recent session, I suddenly realized that Cassie's hands were unbuckling my belt. I was still holding off on escalating our physical relationship, but I knew I couldn't stick to that with her hands on my cock.

Unfortunately I couldn't instruct her to stop because her tongue was currently exploring mine, severely inhibiting any attempt at speech. And with her laying atop me, I couldn't get to her hands without shoving her out of the way. So desperate to arrest her attention, in the heat of the moment I chose the body part nearest at hand: her butt.

Again, because of the heat of the moment, what I intended as just a little attention-getter instead turned into a fairly forceful slap that connected with a sharp crack. She broke off our kiss immediately with this slightly stunned expression in her eyes. Not wanting to appear any more foolish, I covered with bravado. "Cassandra," I intoned, "I've told you it's not the right time for that." She smiled meekly and nodded her assent. At the time I was just glad to have dodged a bullet, but looking back, there'd been more to it. That smile on Cassie's lips wasn't abashed apology, but rather pleased acceptance.

I'd read about relationships where women actually preferred their man to be rather dominant. Could Cassie be such a woman? Was my willingness to take charge what she found so appealing?

I didn't dare ask. If I was wrong, she might be offended that I regarded her quiet demeanor as an invitation to be chauvinistic. But if I was right, perhaps having to ask would make me seem indecisive and weak.

Instead, I decided to test things on our next outing by being more aggressive about setting the agenda. When I called her, I didn't so much ask her out as tell her when I would be picking her up. She didn't bat an eye. At dinner, I suggested I order for her and she readily demurred.

My suspicions proved all the moreso when I got her on the couch later that night. Sure enough, her hands began straying to my crotch again. I gave her a few moments, then gave her a sharp smack on the ass. Once again she squeaked and sat upright while I cautioned her that it was not yet time for that.

This time, however, I followed my words up with a second hard smack. "And that's for making me tell you twice."

Her reaction erased any lingering doubts. The look on her face approached bliss. More telling, her nipples had become diamond-hard nubs as thick as my thumb straining mightily against the fabric of her dress. Cassie clearly didn't just take comfort in ceding control to me; she was actually aroused by it.

I left her wanting one last time, leaving before I let my own desires get the better of me. With this newfound knowledge, I wanted to plan something special for her.

Thus had I decided that tonight would be the night where we would take things to the next level. I'd called her earlier in the week and told her I'd be taking her to the theater tonight. I'd also instructed her to wear a little black dress (don't all women have one?) and high heels because I wanted to see her legs. She sounded pleased at this additional direction.

I headed out the door. I was a little anxious about the night ahead, but in a good way. If all went well, it would be one to remember.

 

[littlelove]

Cassie was a humble person, to the point of self-deprecating sometimes, and certainly, she wasn't big-headed. But she knew herself well, and she knew her strengths, and chief among them was instinct.

The morning that she'd met him in Starbucks, a feeling of immediate affection and respect had unfurled unexpectedly inside of her for the man ahead of her in line, and became more certain with every word that passed between them. Perhaps it's the kind of sensitivity to a person's character you hone over years of focusing more on other people than yourself that made her like him.

Without a conscious thought, she remembered his coffee order as he gave it to the cashier. The little things about him, like how he took his coffee, were already of some interest to her. She may need to know it someday. The thought made her smile to herself.

She was certain that he felt it, too. The golden thread of connectivity tied between them. But after he had gotten his coffee he tossed her a final nicety and appeared to be on his way out.

Panic had seized her. She lost her place in line to chase a few steps after him, and surprised herself by pressing her phone number into his hand. She wasn't usually that assertive. But she trusted her instincts implicitly, and she wasn't willing to let him slip out of her grips.

The few days that passed until she heard from him again had seemed interminable. She had had difficulty focusing on her student teaching. Books didn't absorb her attention as completely. The spark of potential she had sensed was always in the back of her mind.

Just when she was beginning to doubt the connection she had felt to him, he called had called her. He had made her tremble on the edge of uncertainty for just a moment before reeling her back in, whether intentional or not.

She was encouraged as the first few dates played out. He was bright and charming, he had a sense of humor, well-considered opinions, and there was no doubt that he was a very intelligent man.

But beyond that, he had a reassuring certain-ness about him which was something that she valued above almost all else in a man. He didn't look to anyone else to figure out what he thought about something. He didn't appear to second-guess himself. When she asked what he wanted, he told her. He knew who he was.

As the successful dates tallied and they started to fall into a rhythm, night after night found them getting intimate on the couch, gasping into each other's mouths, tongues rolling softly into one another, palms drifting, grazing over skin, but fingers never going out of bounds.

Cassie liked- loved- to be teased, but it was driving her insane. Though people usually didn't peg her as the type, since she was well-educated, polite, demure, etc., Cassie was entirely insatiable, a total nymphomaniac.

He ignited an absolutely consuming fire in her, of curiosity and desire, of need. She couldn't help her exploring little fingers as they curled needingly into the waist of his jeans, silently pleading with him, appealing to his body to let her show him what she could do to it.

She knew that it wouldn't take much before he figured it out. That she wanted to belong to him in a way that transcended being "his girlfriend"... Time and again, she would gently place the reins in his hands without him ever exactly realizing what she was doing, but he held them well, he had a knack for it, he had a talent for it, and that was what had drawn her in from the beginning.

So the night when the first spank landed, her eyes had gone round and her breath had caught. Yes, she had been waiting for that.

"Cassandra, I've told you it's not the right time for that."

Voice gentle but firm. Perfect.

The next time, it was deliberate. She was testing the boundaries. Making sure they were still there. And when she was honest with herself, she was just fishing for the thrill she had felt, the searing rush of blood under her skin, the gasp, the shudder, when his hand had given her that first sharp crack. Her fingers went exploring.

Smack.

Oh, yes, the boundary was firmly in place. She was wet. Her eyes stayed deferentially under his gaze while he warned her. "Yes, Sir," she offered respectfully this time, where the night before she had only nodded.

Smack.

"And that's for making me tell you twice."

She couldn't contain a little moan.

That night had been torture. She could feel the form of their relationship slowly taking shape. The emergence of something special was just an arm's length away, she could almost grasp it, she could feel it with her fingertips. And this time she knew he could, too.

When he had called to arrange their next date, Cassandra knew it would be a big night. He told her to dress in a little black dress and heels. Mm, she liked playing paperdoll.

She fingered thoughtfully through her dresses in her closet, and pulled one off the hanger, a slinky confection of silk that adhered to her slenderly curvaceous form and gave a peek into luscious valley of her cleavage.

She did her finger and toe nails in a gleaming lacquer of deep, deep blood red. She wore just a touch of fragrance, like dark sugar and jasmine. She wondered over her little earring case, looked over the necklaces and bracelets and rings, and decided to go unadorned. She pulled on her high, velvet peep-toe heels and then she brushed her hair into a perfect gleaming sheet as she waited for him.

She had thought she would be more nervous, but she wasn't. She trusted her instinct. And she was ready.

 

[saedo]

I smiled broadly when Cassie opened her door. "Cass, you look divine," I told her and kissed her softly. "I will be the envy of every man there tonight."

She blushed at my words and I felt my heart beat a touch faster. She was indeed stunning in her outfit. She had done as I bid and picked out a dress which draped across her body beautifully. As requested, she also wore a pair of heels that brought her within a few inches of my own height and did marvelous things to her luscious legs.

At the same time, she had not yielded on her quiet, elegant nature. Perceptive as she was, she had to know how much I lusted for her - a mirror to the own desire I had so recently recognized in her. A less sophisticated woman might have taken my instruction to dress solely for that purpose, choosing an outfit that screamed sex appeal.

Not my Cassandra. Her dress was a quality silk that decorated her enviable curves without calling blatant attention. The neckline did not plunge nor did the hemline soar. She showed but a hint of cleavage, a flash of thigh. Enough to tantalize, yet not reveal. I admired her as much for her beauty as for her restraint.

Still, all was not completely to my suiting. I clucked my tongue as I examined her. "No, no, this will not do. Come with me." Her smile faded to an uncertain frown as I led her back to her bedroom.

I had her sit at her dressing table, it's large 3-way mirror and bright lights ideal for applying her make-up and setting her hair. I pointed at her now in the center mirror. "That is simply unacceptable, Cass. Look at your neck."

Her green eyes grew wide with confusion. "What . . . what's wrong with it?" she inquired.

I maintained my frown for a moment more, then let the smile I'd been hiding sneak out. "A neck as lovely as that deserves to have attention called to it. And I think I might have just the thing."

I reached into the inner pocket of my suit jacket and withdrew a long velvet-covered box which I proffered to her. Cassie reached for it gingerly and opened it. She gasped softly as she opened it. "Oh, Saul," she breathed.

"You deserve it, Cass. Allow me." I reached within and withdrew the silver necklace from within. The choker fit snugly against her slender neck, draping the garnet pendant at the hollow at the base of her throat. I had selected a tsavorite that matched the green of her eyes; all three orbs now glittered warmly in the light.

"Now all who see you will know you're mine," I whispered in her ear, holding her close to me as I peered over her shoulder. I held her there, enjoying the moment.

"Alright," I said, glancing at my watch. "Time for us to go. We'll stop by Sergio's on the way." She smiled; Cassie loved the tapas at the Spanish restaurant. We liked to stop by for the little delights plus a glass or two of wine before heading to the theater.

I helped her with her coat and contemplated the upcoming events. After Sergio's, we'd be watching "The Tempest" by Shakespeare. I had dinner reservations afterwards at Hudson's Bend. It would be quite the evening. Funny to think that the main event would not be till we returned . . . .

 

[littlelove]

"A neck as lovely as that deserves to have attention called to it. And I think I might have just the thing."

"Oh, Saul..."

"You deserve it, Cass. Allow me."

She watched in the reflection of the mirror as he drew the little liquid rivulet of silver from its velvet case and across his knuckles for her to admire in the mirror and then tenderly laid it across her throat. She bit her lip with a shy, profound pleasure, and she felt tears flood from nowhere into her eyes as he fastened it. Her pleasure was not just at being gifted such a divine piece of jewelry. It was the symbol...

"Now all who see you will know you're mine."

Her eyes flitted up from the prismatic glittering of the jewel and locked eyes with him in the mirror, a real smile curling her lips.

At the Sergio's, Cass didn't have any appetite for the little croquetas that were usually her favorite, but she took two glasses of a sweet, deep red wine, and her usually porcelain face took a little color as the drink purred through her, igniting her nervous system, enlivening the colors of the evening, making her feel everything more lushly. Saul kept making her laugh, and then they would catch each others' gaze and fall into a happy, momentary quiet.

She didn't even realize how her fingers drifted up to lovingly stroke the glossy pendant, but Saul noticed.

In the dimness of the theater, Cassie rested her temple to Saul's shoulder. When the second act closed on Shakespeare's drunken Caliban, the lights rose for an intermission and he found her looking up at him instead of to the stage.

 

[saedo]

I had underestimated the impact the necklace would have on her. I expected she would like it, to be sure, but Cassie seemed to float in mid-air since she had put it on. At Sergio's, her fingers kept drifting towards it, though I don't think she was fully aware she was doing so. Each time her fingertips made contact with the metal, now warm against her skin, the corners of her mouth would twitch into a quick subconscious smile. I felt myself drawn all the more to her for such a subtle but moving show of her appreciation.

The play proved to be a less than stellar performance, but became fun in its own way. The director came on stage before the opening to inform us that the actor playing had been in a minor accident earlier and had been taken to the hospital to treat a broken ankle. Since he was unable to perform, one other actors would be stepping into play the part. Unfortunately, since he'd only had a couple hours to prepare a brand new character, the director begged our indulgence.

The new recruit was immediately identifiable by the fact that he carried a copy of the script in his left hand. He did quite well during the first half, but was clearly nervous and less than confident in his success. For the audience, it became a new game - waiting with bated breath to see if he would slip up.

We went into the lobby during intermission and enjoyed a drink with some acquaintances of mine. The men and even their wives all swept appraising glances at Cassie and I felt some pride in the impressed (and slightly envious) reactions that resulted.

Cass being Cass, she soon gave them a whole other reason to attend to her. She'd taken a few semesters of classes on Shakespeare during undergrad and could speak in great detail of The Bard's works. Soon she had half a dozen couples gathered in a semi-circle before her, listening to her expound on some of the intricacies of the play. I stood quietly by, marveling how entrancing her intelligence was to me.

When the lights flashed, calling us back into our seats, we filed back towards the theater. Spying a darkened hallway leading to the theater offices, I pulled Cassie into the gloom. Pressing against her, I kissed her fervently. "I love listening to your sexy mind," I whispered to her when our lips parted. Even in the dim light, I could see her blush furiously.

Tempted as I was to indulge my passion for her, I ushered us back into the queue and headed to our seats. This theater had more modern seating where the armrests were not fixed, but could be raised or lowered. Naturally we'd kept the one between us raised so that we might sit side by side, her head leaning against my shoulder, my left arm draped around her shoulder.

As the audience took its seats, I whispered. "Let's play a little game. You did so well speaking earlier; let's see if you are equally good at being quiet."

I could see her brow furrow slightly as she pondered what I was getting at, so I continued. "The rules are simple: stay quiet and unnoticeable. If you're a good girl and succeed, I will give you a special reward."

The idea of a reward made her lips split wide, the gleam of her teeth readily visible. She nodded. The game was on.

I sat patiently into Act IV, letting Cassie relax back into the play. Sure her attention was now on the stage, I reached over with my right hand and slipped it beneath the hem of her dress. She gave a slight start at the unexpected contact, so I squeezed her shoulder sharply and breathed out a soft shush. Aware the game had begun, she turned her gaze back to the stage, a tiny smile on her face.

My hand crept further up between her thighs, gently massaging the tender skin. As Prospero pontificated on stage, my fingertips gradually eased their way up, inch by slow inch. At last, they brushed the fabric of her panties. Silk, as I expected, and undoubtedly expensive; Cassie was not one to skimp on quality undergarments.

I felt her body stiffen slightly as my fingers traced gently across the surface of her panties, her tender flesh separated from my touch by this tiny scrap of fabric. Her body warmed against mine as I teased her further, her arousal rising quickly. However, I kept my touch restrained and avoided the most sensitive areas at the center; I wished merely to tease her, not stimulate her beyond the limits of her self-control.

Still, just to tantalize her a little further, I whispered in her ear so only she could hear. "One more rule, Cassandra: don't you dare cum."

 

[littlelove]

Cassandra blushed shyly, but she was so pleased to be shown on Saul's arm with such obvious pride.

She clung to his elbow and soaked up the envious looks on his friends faces, not because she wanted anyone attention but Saul's, but because she could tell it made him feel good, made him proud of her, and that was enough to make her glow. Finally, with a soft nod, he released her over to where his friend's wives had congregated- because he wanted her to feel as though she belonged, but also because he knew how cruel jealousy could make women.

The circle of his friend's wives were prissily observing that she was probably some college drop-out hussy who Saul was bringing to the theater so she wouldn't just feel like an easy lay, mostly to make themselves feel better. None of them thought she particularly looked stupid or easy, but they had seen the appreciative lingering looks in their husbands eyes when they had been introduced.

As Cassie approached, an eerie silence fell on them and they put on kind but guilty smiles, dead giveaways, Cassie knew, that they had been bashing her until the moment she was within earshot. Her feelings weren't hurt for a minute. She shook it off and engaged as many of them as she could in a review of the first two acts, which spiraled into discussions of Shakespeare's other romances.

By this time, the men and women had joined together in their discussion, and only a few of the women had managed to maintain their icy aloofness, most of them warming quickly.

As they took their seats again, Cassie's heart was pounding. Saul had something up his sleeve.

"Let's play a little game. You did so well speaking earlier; let's see if you are equally good at being quiet. The rules are simple: stay quiet and unnoticeable. If you're a good girl and succeed, I will give you a special reward."

The words swirled through her mind throughout the third act, nagging at her, but she trained her eyes on the stage, bore the awful acting, and waited. Finally, just when she had almost been reabsorbed into the action...

She felt the barely-roughness of his fingertips draw on her milky thighs. She almost moaned, the sound was perched in her throat, when she caught it, pressed it back into silence, and forced herself to breathe out, her eyes flickering to the man sitting on her other side to gauge whether she had sighed noticably enough to draw attention to herself.

After that, she was diligent in her silence, as much as she wanted to coo, to squirm and purr her pleasure. Her eyes fixed glassily on the stage, but her brain was too preoccupied to hear the sound of the actor's speaking. It was a pantomime played to the soundtrack of the delicate pleasure of his exploring fingers.

She blushed fantastically as his fingertips touched to her little panties. She knew they were already damp with excitement.

He leaned in to whisper, and his breath was warm on the curve of her neck as he spoke.

"One more rule, Cassandra: don't you dare cum."

She had to bite hard into her lip to keep from gasping, but she knew he could feel her sex get wetter at this hushed utterance. Their conference seemed to have stirred the interest of the man next to them, because Cass had to use all of her concentration to paint her face into a thoughtful frown and nod as if Saul had just been sharing some insight on the play.

 

[saedo]

I restrained a chuckle. Merely mentioning the word "cum" had nearly elicited a noisy response from her. Fortunately she kept a grip on herself and the muffled sound that followed drew little more than a curious glance from the man to her left.

She returned her gaze to the stage, appearing to all the world to be deeply engaged in the play. I did my best to mimic this focus, though I was devoting much of my energies to feeling my way around her nether regions.

I kept up my ministrations for several minutes. I remained cautious about my probing and kept my fingers to the insides of her smooth thighs. I calculated the intimacy of such a gentle touch so near her sex but without actually upon it would prove arousing, but not excessively so.

As Act V began, I judged her performance complete. I knew from personal experience how delightful such secret, intimate contact can be, but she had kept silent and composed throughout. Perhaps she would have succumbed after a few minutes more or with direct contact to her panty-covered mound, but I had sought only to tantalize her, not embarrass her (or myself) by mercilessly pushing her over the brink in the middle of a crowded theater.

I stroked her inner thigh one last time, then withdrew my hand back to my lap. I squeezed her shoulder again with my left hand and whispered, "Good girl, Cassandra. You did very well." I spoke no more as we watched the conclusion of the play, clapping valiantly for the stand-in actor, who had only missed one line cue. (The other actors had handled it terrifically, with Caliban turning to him and using his same gruff monster's voice, instructing the stand-in "It's your turn ta say somewhat now.")

I aided Cassie with her coat and we exchanged goodbyes with our fellow theater-goers. I could see some newfound respect in their eyes as they spoke to Cassie; she clearly had demonstrated that she was an educated, intelligent adult and not just some piece of arm-candy.

We chatted briefly about the play as we walked to the downtown parking garage where we'd left my car. I walked with her, one hand draped around the small of her waist, she leaning gently against me as we strode in the chilly night air.

I knew she was dying to speak our secret naughtiness in the theater. I had always been very restrictive on public displays of affection at previous attendances. As I had explained to her, it's very distracting to observe a performance if the couple in front of you is locking lips; consequently, we'd done little more than hold hands prior to tonight.

But I did not bring the subject round to my hand up her skirt and she did not feel bold enough to do so herself. Instead we talked of more banal things, I forcing her to wonder what I was thinking.

The downtown area was busy on the weekend, so our parking spot had been located near the top. The others on the elevator got out on lower floors, leaving us to walk alone into the dim light of the fluorescent lamps overhead on our floor. We reached the car, but rather than stopping at it, I instead drew Cassie over to the concrete wall surrounding the outer edge of the floor.

"Look at the city, Cass," I said. "Isn't it lovely at night?" The large gap between the thigh-high wall and the floor above gave us a clear view of the downtown, all awash in the glow of street lamps, building lights, and sings. I stood behind her, my arms crossed around her waist and my head on her shoulder, holding her close to me.

After a minute, I said quietly, "I do believe I promised you a reward for being so good earlier." Still holding her to me with my upper arms, I reached down with my hands. My left took hold of the bottom portion of her dress and drew it gently upwards.

My right waited till I felt the silk of her dress give way to the silk of her panties, then reached down to cup her mound. She started at the combination of the chill night breeze and the warmth of my hand upon her nether regions, but I could feel the surprise give way to pleasure soon thereafter.

This time I did not shy away from her pussy, but stroked her through the silken fabric. I again had to do this almost entirely by touch, leaving me amused that I still had no idea what color panties she was was wearing.

Her hips tilted forward, eager for the feel of my fingertips. She leaned more heavily against me as her passion made standing more difficult.

She bit her lower lip, struggling not to moan. "It's OK, we're alone," I said as I stroked near her hard clit. "You can make as much noise as you like." Freed by my words, a wordless moan of delight escaped her lips, whipped away on the chill wind.

"Cum for me one time, Cassandra," I directed. "Cum for me."

 

[littlelove]

"I do believe I promised you a reward for being so good earlier."

Cassie squirmed back against him softly in the dimness of the parking garage, her breath catching, her head tilting back to rest against his shoulder.

His fingers seemed to know her already, even though they were charting new territory tonight. He knew how hard to press, when to ease the pressure from her throbbing little button, how fast, how slow. He could tell she was biting back a whimper of pleasure.

"It's OK, we're alone... You can make as much noise as you like."

The noises she made were soft, girlish, vulnerable, absolutely delightful. She squeaked and quaked and purred and gasped. Without realizing, she was grinding her ass responsively back against him.

"Cum for me one time, Cassandra. Cum for me."

Like a flipped switch, her body shuddered into a powerful orgasm, flooding him with an unfamiliar sense of absolute dominion over her petite little body. She clung to his arms as if she was too weak to continue standing. In fact, her whole body rested against him as she swallowed in air and moaned softly as the aftershock of the powerful orgasm licked through her nervous system. Her sweetness dripped down her slender thighs and off his knuckles, patting softly to the concrete floor.

Cassie turned to him and put her hands on his chest, still steadying herself a little. She looked up into his face and there was love in her eyes. She melted fluidly in front of him onto her knees until her eyes were level with the bulge in his pants, but her gaze never dropped from his eyes.

"Please," she breathed, her voice sounding raw and sweet at the same time, 'Let me worship you."

 

[saedo]

I wasn't fully prepared for the swiftness of her response. The words had barely left my mouth when Cassie bucked against me, her entire body trembling with the power of of her orgasm. I held her close to keep from losing my grip on her as her muscles quivered.

Moments later, those same muscles turned to near jelly as she slumped against me, barely able to stay upright. Had it not been for the steady gasps of air, I'd have thought she had fainted.

I wasn't quite sure how much credit to accord myself. Perhaps she was naturally explosive in her pleasure. Perhaps my earlier teasing in the theater had built up her pressure, leaving her ready to blow. Whatever the case, I longed to see more of her climaxes in practice. Many more.

After a time, her breathing steadied and she was able to stand on her own. I let my hands drop and she spread her dress down over her thighs once more, smoothing out the wrinkles. She ran a few fingers through her hair till it lay like a raven wing across her back. Turning to face me, she looked as natural as could be. Had I not had her warm, sticky juices drying rapidly on my fingers, I'd never have suspected what just occurred.

She stepped to me and placed her hands on my chest and looked up into my eyes. The power of the emotion radiating from her hit me like a baseball bat to the chest. Now it was I who felt on the verge of staggering.

Unexpectedly, she sank to her knees, her hands resting gently at my hips. She brought her head near my groin, and I was suddenly reminded that Cassie was not the only one aroused by the night's proceedings. My clothing rendered muddled the outline enough to make its exact dimensions uncertain, but clearly my cock was throbbingly hard beneath. I had tried with moderate success to shield such turgid displays of my lust from her these past weeks, so I felt a slight panic to have her eyes so near it.

But her gaze did not waiver an iota from my own. I stared back into her eyes, trying to discern what she wanted.

"Please," she breathed, "Let me worship you."

I had never felt quite so powerful ever before in my life. I knew in that instant that I could do anything I wanted with her. She was offering her entire being to me, willing to sacrifice her entirety for me. My mind boggled at the possibilities this entailed. It was incredible. It was exhilarating. It was . . . too much.

I smiled kindly at her, then bent forward and lifted her by her arms till she stood on her feet once more. "Cass, I am deeply touched and honored by your words. But you offer me more than I can accept. I would hope I might one day earn your love and respect. But worship is what you do for God - a perfect being, Creator of Heaven and Earth. I am just a man.

"Granted, I dress pretty well, can order a good bottle of wine, and . . . " I winked at her mischievously " . . . do a finger massage that's a certain someone in the immediate vicinity seems to greatly enjoy." She blushed slightly at the implication, making me smile more broadly.

"But worship? Surely I haven't yet earned that. After all, I haven't even bought you dinner yet. How good can I be if I am leaving you cold and hungry? " I winked again. "How about for now we settle on some mild adulation for now. Perhaps I will warrant divine status by the dessert course."

That actually did make her giggle, relieving the tension at my heart. I bundled her back in her coat and opened the door to the car for her. Once she was safely inside, I joined her on the passenger side. "OK, I said, let's get some food in you. And I expect to see you eat something this time, missy," I said, waggling a finger at her as I shifted into reverse. "Don't think I didn't notice you barely nibbling at Sergio's."

I pulled out of the parking place and put the car in first. "You'll want a solid meal in you, after all." I said, winking at her yet again, "you have a long night ahead of you." She giggled again as I put the pedal down and we roared out into the night.

 

[littlelove]

Cassie couldn't tell what was happening behind his eyes as he looked down at her and she awaited his reply. His eyes seemed to sparkle, to waver, to darken, and finally, the tension went out of them and he smiled and lifted her up onto her feet.

"Cass, I am deeply touched and honored by your words. But you offer me more than I can accept. I would hope I might one day earn your love and respect. But worship is what you do for God - a perfect being, Creator of Heaven and Earth. I am just a man."

"A very good man," she murmured, looking up at him with sparkling eyes and willing herself not to take it as rejection.

"Granted, I dress pretty well, can order a good bottle of wine, and do a finger massage that's a certain someone in the immediate vicinity seems to greatly enjoy."

She blushed floridly, pink burning through her milky skin. Saul always seemed to love his ability to do this.

"But worship? Surely I haven't yet earned that. After all, I haven't even bought you dinner yet. How good can I be if I am leaving you cold and hungry? How about for now we settle on some mild adulation for now. Perhaps I will warrant divine status by the dessert course."

This time she giggled and bit her lip with pleasure. "Deal," she agreed, her beautiful green eyes burning with intent. He had stayed her hand twice, and kept his composure when her lips were meager inches from his erection, but she had been close enough to feel the warmth radiating from it through his pants, she could almost feel it pulse, she could tell how rigid it had been under the fabric of his pants, and she knew he wanted it, too... But she would be a good girl. She would let him set the terms. She would let him choose the time and the place.

"You'll want a solid meal in you, after all... you have a long night ahead of you."

She giggled and her heart eased.

The restaurant was beautiful, and like everything he chose, touched with elegance. Saul ordered another bottle of wine. The buzz she'd had before the show had worn away over the hours and so she took another glass and felt that creeping warmth start to ignite her veins again.

Glass chandeliers overhead threw fragments of prismatic light across the tablecloth and the whole evening seemed enchanted. Cassie made him laugh by making a show out of enjoying her dinner, licking her lips and sucking her fork in appreciation, sopping up sauce with a scrap of bread, and finally pushing the rest of her overlarge portion across the table. "I'm well-fed, and warm, and adulating," she said, and smiled.

"You can finish mine if you want," she offered with a studied innocence in her voice, a mischievous smile pulling at the corners of her lips as she nudged the plate forward a little at a time, it thumping quietly on the cloth, "you'll need your energy, too, I promise."

 

[saedo]

Cassie did as I suggested, making a grand show of devouring her salad and most of her entree. She peppered her performance with much licking of her lips and gave her compliments on the food and wine a rather sultry tone. "Mmm, this is soooo good!" she trilled as she licked the sauce on her fork. She was not in the slightest bit obvious, but I could see in her eyes that what she wanted to wrap her tongue around resided in my pants.

I had been losing ground on own desires for the better part of an hour. When she had knelt before me in the parking garage and offered herself to me, I had only just overcome my desire to throw her to the ground and take her then and there. I was even now contemplating sweeping the plates out of the way and taking her on the table. But I was determined that our first night together would not be coarse. She could get that from any guy. I would show restraint.

Still, I am not without limits. When she offered the remainder of her entree to me and said, "you'll need your energy, too, I promise.", I felt my resolve waivering. I then contemplated what it would be like to watch her eat dessert. Her pink tongue languidlly curling through whipped cream as she purred softly....

I had the waiter bring the check as well as two pieces of their renowned key lime pie boxed to go.

A 20 minute drive later, I escorted her to her apartment door. We exchanged our usual goodnight kiss, a soft, slow joining of lips. When we parted, her eyes gleamed with pleasure.

"Won't you come in?" she inquired.

I nodded, and followed her inside. We spent a few minutes on minor housekeeping matters. Coats were removed and placed in the closet, the pie was placed in the fridge, etc. Though our mutual desire was palpable, I did not want our first time to be a headlong rush to the bedroom.

We started on the couch, as always. We kissed gently and tenderly at first, till Cassie felt the time right to sit on my lap facing me, her knees straddling me on either side. Our kisses became messier and more passionate, our tongues noisily dancing.

Then I felt her hands move to my belt buckle. I hesitated. Twice before I had rebuked her for this. But tonight was unquestionably going to end in sex. We both implicitly knew that.

Still, being implicit made it a presumption. An absolutely correct presumption, but a presumption nonetheless. And Cassie valued my mental discipline....

"Cassandra! " I said sharply as I broke off our kiss and held her by the shoulders. She paused, the unbuckled ends of my belt in either hand, her brow furrowed in confusion.

"Cassandra, what did I tell you the last time you unbuckled my belt? "

The question puzzled her. Was I joking? But I had used her given name, not a nickname; she knew I only did that when I was serious. "You said it wasn't time for that yet, " she responded.

"Have I told you it was time for that yet?"


"Well, I thought that after what you did-" she began.

"Have I told you it was time for that yet?" I interrupted, my tone impatient.

"No. "

I sighed. "Stand up." She did so, standing at few feet from where I sat on the couch.

"Take off your dress." She hesitated, so I testily added, "Cassandra..." Assured of my sincerity, she complied.

The dress was a single unit that fastened up the back. She fumbled a moment to get it started, but soon had it undone. A slight shimmy with her shoulders had the silk outfit pooling around her high heels.

Cassie was devastatingly gorgeous in just underwear and heels. Her lingerie was a dark red that matched her nails. (She was always elegant like that.) Her full breasts created firmly within the confines of her bra. Her taut abdomen flowed nicely to her feminine hips. Her panties were cut high, showing off her slender thighs.

My cock stiffened uncontrollably at the sight. Her eyes darted to it before meeting my gaze. I had hoped to show more self-control, but my lust for her was too strong to fully conceal.

"Don't leave it there; hang it up so it won't get wrinkled."
She knelt to retrieve the dress, then hung it over the back of a chair. In so doing, she treated me to a view of her panty-clad butt cheeks. I had been staring at her ass from behind for weeks. Seeing it shrouded in a thin scrap of silk and lace made my cock ache.

I waited till she was facing me before I spoke. "Cassandra, I think you know how deeply I care for you. You are an intelligent, charming, beautiful woman. You make me happy like no one ever has. I would gladly spend my life doing the same for you.

"However, at times your lack of discipline makes you less an incredible woman and more an impetuous child. When I tell you something, I mean it. If you're not sure what I mean or wonder if I have changed my mind, be an adult and ask. But instead you selfishly presume like a child.

"If you behave as a child, I must behave as a parent. A good father punishes a disobedient child. You were a naughty girl, so as Daddy, my path is clear.

I patted the couch cushion to my right. "Kneel next to me here. "

She obeyed wordlessly. Once in position, I guided her down till she lay face-down on the couch, her butt directly above my lap. The warmth of her body seeped through my pants, delicious on my thighs. My cock felt as hard as steel, a fact not lost on Cassie since its thick bulge lay directly beneath her. Still, I raised my right hand and tried to focus my energies on the task at hand rather than my raging lust.

She looked over her shoulder, her attention split between my rising hand and my cold eyes. I returned her anxious stare for a moment, then focused on her beautifully mounded buttocks; I wanted to strike true. I breathed in, then let it out as I brought my hand down hard and fast onto her ass.

SMACK!

 

[littlelove]

Cassie had fully intended that she would be a patient girl, that she would mind her manners, that she would keep her hands to herself, and let Saul set the pace.

But as his fingertips softly dug into the flesh of her hips as she straddled his waist and pulled her against him, she could feel that resolve start to tremble.

She was kissing him wet and desperate, her little kittenish sounds of frantic pleasure purred into his mouth, the tiny frill of her panties lewdly wet between them as her dress rode up around the swell of her hips, leaving her milky pale thighs bare.

She recalled the first night when he had surprised her by landing a spanking on her round little bottom. And then the second when she had deliberately tried the boundary and found it solid. Now she was on the obedient side of that line, and the grass on the other side looked so much greener.

Her heart pounded as the started to consider breaking that rule again, a third time. She wasn't a bad girl, she could be a very, very good girl. And she loved to please. But she had to satisfy herself that Saul was the man she thought he was. That for all the charm and romance he had dispensed throughout their beautiful evening together, he had the will power and consistency to handle her impishness.

Her long, lovely fingers traced his belt buckle so deliberately, so slow, that he knew she knew what she was doing. Oh, she was going to be so very, very good for him, time and again, but in this moment she could not resist being bad.

"Cassandra!"

Her eyes went sweetly round in the unconvincingly angelic manner of a child who has broken something, but isn't ready to admit it.

"Cassandra, what did I tell you the last time you unbuckled my belt?"

"You said it wasn't time for that yet, " she pouted softly, her fingers still lovingly tracing the metallic edge of the buckle. Oh, she was begging for trouble.

"Have I told you it was time for that yet?"

Cassie's heart was soaring with optimism. He was onto her game, and he was handling himself beautifully. Even though she knew the charade was transparent, had in fact created it to be so under a perceptive man's review, she upheld it, stammering apologetically, "Well, I thought that after what you did-"

"Have I told you it was time for that yet?" He cut her off matter-of-factly.

"No, Sir," she said, her breath catching in her chest with genuine excitement.

"Stand up."

"Take off your dress."

She was absolutely intoxicated at the firmly reprimanding tone he took, reassuring her of his strength and confidence every time she defied him. So she held his gaze for just a moment too long until he said her name again, his tone edged softly in warning.

"Cassandra..."

The subtle inflection in the word wrought the tiniest moan out of her.

She had a natural, unselfconscious air of presentation to her movement, a quiet expositional grace, an awareness of her audience, of his eyes, in every extension of her arms. So elegant and liquid her movements became within the confines of his commands.

The dress dripped off of her form, and left her in only her underthings and her velvet peep-toes. The contrast of the black shoes and her gorgeous gleaming black hair, the wine red of her perfect nails, the lace-and-silk of her lingerie, and the perfect bow of her lips, made her skin seem creamy and untouched and impossibly perfect.

She touched the pendant at her throat.

She could feel his eyes touching her everywhere. She couldn't help herself. She couldn't keep herself from looking. He was hard for her.

"Don't leave it there; hang it up so it won't get wrinkled."

Oh, God, she hadn't trusted to hope he would be so naturally perfect. This seemingly mundane attention to detail was so impossibly hot.

She dropped her body in half to retrieve the garment, letting him drink in the roundness of her barely covered ass, and then delicately draped her dress across one of her dining chairs, and then turned back to him, eyes glowing, connecting with his and feeling that thread of connectivity she had always felt with him radiating between their souls.

"Cassandra, I think you know how deeply I care for you. You are an intelligent, charming, beautiful woman. You make me happy like no one ever has. I would gladly spend my life doing the same for you."

She bowed her head softly, too unspeakably full of bliss to hold his gaze.

"However, at times your lack of discipline makes you less an incredible woman and more an impetuous child. When I tell you something, I mean it. If you're not sure what I mean or wonder if I have changed my mind, be an adult and ask. But instead you selfishly presume like a child."

Her eyes went wider with every word and she fearfully peeked up at him, knowing it wasn't a game anymore. Saul was in control now.

"If you behave as a child, I must behave as a parent. A good father punishes a disobedient child. You were a naughty girl, so as Daddy, my path is clear."

Her sharp intake of breath was audible. Her panties were sodden. She wetted her full lips.

"Kneel next to me here. "

She did, breathlessly, and let his hands easily lay her body out across his knees, responsive to his guiding touch. Her body was not just draped limply across his lap, it was taut with expectation. Her back was curved into a deep arc, her full breasts pressed against the couch, her shoulders flat to the cushions, the little dimples at the base of her spine deepened, her ass positively pushed back into the air with eagerness.

SMACK.

She yelped cutely. Her excitement earlier that evening had been immense, but her pleasure even at the moment of her first orgasm with him was nothing in comparison to what she felt at this moment. A blush of blood flowered under her delicate skin and she panted softly, the brief silence that followed the first crack of skin-to-skin contact charged with sexual electricity unlike anything she had ever felt.

 

[saedo]

I let hand rest on her ass after the blow, letting the sting set in. I couldn't resist the urge to give one cheek a soft squeeze; it truly was as magnificent as it appeared. My cock twitched as I imagined burying my fingers into this firm flesh as I plowed into her.

With some effort, I withdrew my hand from her delectable buttock and brought it over my head. Again I brought it down hard and fast, the sharp crack of impact nearly as loud as Cassie's yelp.

I was holding back very little. The two prior incidents when I had smacked her ass, I had only been trying to get her attention, not punish her. Moreover, striking her butt when she was facing me meant most of the force derived from my wrist; tonight, my whole torso was being brought to bear. Consequently, I knew these blows were not cutesy love-taps; they hurt.

But Cassie's response did not suggest she minded the pain. I tested my suspicions with a third and fourth blows. Yes, she yelped, but there was an underlying warble to her cries that suggested pleasure.

I frowned. I had thought Cassie's aroused reaction during the prior incidents had been a reflection of her lust for a dominant man. She clearly desired a lover who she could stand up to her. So while my first hits tonight might have titilated, after now landing fifth and sixth strikes, I knew the repeated impacts had to be painful and expected Cassie to be crying for relief. Instead, she gave indication of being even further aroused.

I growled. "Do you take me for a fool?"

Anticipating further smacks and not conversation, Cassie looked over her shoulder at me, obviously confused as to what I was getting at.

Now I really was irritated. I grabbed the back of her bra in my left hand, twisting my grip so that the fabric tightened harshly around her torso like a noose. My right hand reached into her dark locks at the back of her head and took firm hold. My grips secure, I hauled roughly on her, pulling her torso from its horizontal position on the couch to something approaching vertical. With her hips still lying flat on my hips, Cassie's back curved like a bow and her head tilted nearly parallel with her hips. Cassie threw out her arms trying to brace herself on the couch to take some of the weight off her hair and chest, but this steep angle limited her.

I gazed at the result for a moment. That she was flexible enough to manage this was somewhat impressive. It also made her breasts look ready to explode out of her bra. This only irked me further. By now I should have those thick nipples glistening with saliva as I sucked and chewed on them. By now I should have been bending her into a pretzel as I plowed my cock into her. Instead I was fully clothed and my aching cock was trapped in my pants.

I looked her in the eye fiercely. Her green eyes looked hurt and a bit frightened. Good.

I kept my voice quiet and even. "Cassandra, when I ask you a question, I expect you to answer it. So once again, do you take me for a fool?"

Her expression still indicated she didn't understand why I was asking, but she didn't hesitate in her response. "No, Saul, no, of course--! "

I cut her off midway with a sharp tug on her hair, bringing tears to her eyes. "Don't call me that, " I growled menacingly. "Saul is the terrific boyfriend who you should be making love to right now. Instead you have me playing Daddy to your naughty six-year-old. If you force me into such a role, you will at least show me the respect of addressing me properly. Now for the last time, do you take me for a fool? "

"No, Daddy!"

" That's better. Does it hurt when I spank you?

"Yes, Daddy."

"But you like the pain, don't you? "

"Yes, Daddy."

"The pain makes your pussy hot and wet, doesn't it? "

"Yes, Daddy."

"Soon you'll be ready to cum, won't you? "

"Yes, Daddy."

"But cumming is a reward for girl who has been good; you've been a naughty girl, haven't you?

"Yes, Daddy."

"Do you think a naughty girl should be rewarded before she has been forgiven? "

"No, Daddy."

"That's right. A naughty girl must suffer her punishment before she can be forgiven. Have I forgiven you yet?

"No, Daddy."

" And if I haven't forgiven you, are you allowed to cum? "

"No, Daddy."

"Correct. So I am going to continue punishing you. When you think you've had enough, you may ask me to stop and beg my forgiveness. If I agree that you've been punished enough and that you are sufficiently sorry for being naughty, I will forgive you. But if I disagree, I will have to give you extra punishment for trying to trying to avoid the consequences of your actions before you may ask for forgiveness again. Do you understand?

"Yes, Daddy."

Very well. Lie down again." I eased my her down onto the couch till she lay horizontal once more. I released my grip on her bra and hair and took a moment to smooth each out. The hair looked fine, but I suspected that I had a trip to the lingerie store in my future.

I turned my attention back to her buttocks and steeled myself for the task before me. Would the pain eventually overcome the pleasure, making her cry out for mercy? Or would the desire for orgasm become too unbearable first, making her beg for release? And how many more blows would it take before she succumbed? I knew not the answer to any of these questions, but had to forge on regardless.

I raised my hand high and brought it down hard, the first of many blows to follow.

 

[littlelove]

"Cassandra, when I ask you a question, I expect you to answer it. So once again, do you take me for a fool?"

The question concerned her. How could be possibly doubt her respect and admiration for him? She had never taken him for a fool. "No, Saul, no, of course--! "

"Don't call me that. Saul is the terrific boyfriend who you should be making love to right now. Instead you have me playing Daddy to your naughty six-year-old. If you force me into such a role, you will at least show me the respect of addressing me properly. Now for the last time, do you take me for a fool?"

Saul could not possibly have missed what this did to her. The look on her face was caught between surprise and fear and bliss. The womanly composure had been stripped out of her voice and it was all vulnerable little girl now.

"No, Daddy!"

" That's better. Does it hurt when I spank you?"

It truly did hurt. His aim was true and his broad palms covered much of the surface of the generous curve of her ass in one contact. As he had spanked her again and again, the overlapping of blow on blow had her delicate skin inflamed with an angry crimson and each successive blow hurt exponentially more.

"Yes, Daddy."

"But you like the pain, don't you? "

That she couldn't deny, even if she had had any interest in being dishonest with him. Her body was a dead giveaway. Her nipples were painfully stiff against the coarseness of the lace of her bra. The puffy lips of her sex where they met and showed through the diamond of negative space between the tops of her thighs were throbbing with sensitivity, glistening wet.

"Yes, Daddy."

"The pain makes your pussy hot and wet, doesn't it? "

And without looking into his face she knew his eyes were prying between the luscious flesh of her thighs, could see the bead of her excitement that slipped wetly down the inside of her thigh to the back of her knee. She blushed.

"Yes, Daddy."

"Soon you'll be ready to cum, won't you? "

Her body jumped softly even at the word. She whispered her answer.

"Yes, Daddy."

"But cumming is a reward for girl who has been good; you've been a naughty girl, haven't you?"

Oh, naughty girl. The only thing that she loved being called as much as 'good girl.' She whimpered with pleasure.

"Yes, Daddy."

"Do you think a naughty girl should be rewarded before she has been forgiven? "

She didn't. She wanted to see if he had the mental fortitude to push her limits.

"No, Daddy."

"That's right. A naughty girl must suffer her punishment before she can be forgiven. Have I forgiven you yet?

"No, Daddy."

" And if I haven't forgiven you, are you allowed to cum? "

"No, Daddy."

"Correct. So I am going to continue punishing you. When you think you've had enough, you may ask me to stop and beg my forgiveness. If I agree that you've been punished enough and that you are sufficiently sorry for being naughty, I will forgive you. But if I disagree, I will have to give you extra punishment for trying to trying to avoid the consequences of your actions before you may ask for forgiveness again. Do you understand?"

This added a new dimension to the game. Self-analysis. Judging her own boundaries while he judged them as well. She wondered fleetingly who would give her more credit, judge her to have more potential.

"Yes, Daddy."

"Very well. Lie down again."

And so it began. He raised his hand and brought it down on her supple ass again. The shock of the impact made her firm flesh bounce mouth-wateringly. She didn't try to keep the pleasure out of her wails anymore, she let him hear it. She let him know how much she relished each sharp pop. Each yelp, each cry, each moan, and growl, was flooded with pleasure and tempered with a fragment of pain.

But slowly, the balance began to shift. She was getting less vocal. The audible response to each blow was now only a muffled gasp, a hmmpf, a baby groan in her throat, a mewl. She was trying not to show how much it was hurting. One spank is easy to take, it has a pleasant tingling sharpness, it dissipates and leaves nothing but the memory of a cutely jiggling ass cheek. Ten spanks in and the pain is dull and deep, it throbs, it burns, it feels like it's cutting into you.

She took them quietly for a long time, and Saul was getting a little worried about her. Her perfect, creamy pale, round little ass was ruined with scarlet, blotchy all the way to the tops of her thighs. She was, at this point, beyond wet. Wetter than he had ever had a woman in his life. When he brought his hand down on her abused little ass cheeks, the force of the blow softly spattered flecks of arousal against his forearm and her thighs. The peek of her pussy lips that he could see were swollen puffy and slick.

Slowly, she started getting loud again, but this time she wasn't cooing and moaning loudly for show. There was a ragged gasp of real desperation in her little voice. She felt dizzy with an imminent orgasm, and it hurt impossibly. Each spanking felt like a licking tongue of white fire. But she was determined to take as much as she could possibly bear.

Finally she relented.

"Daddy," she squeaked in a tiny voice, and turned to look up at him. Her little nose was pink and her cheeks were shiny and barely puffy and he realized for the first time she'd been crying softly "Please, Daddy, I can't take anymore." Because it hurt too much or because she was about to cum, she didn't say, didn't honestly know. She buried her face into the cushion of the couch and hiccuped out a last little tear. "I'll be a good little girl for you now, Daddy, I promise."

 

[saedo]

My blows rained down like thunderbolts. Her ass wobbled like jello with each strike and I could see the tremor ripple out into her thighs and lower back. I also paused for a ten-count between each so that the impacts did not blur together in her senses. Each smack was separate and distinct.

Part of me hated what I was doing. I had been taught from a very early age that it was ungentlemanly to use violence on a woman. What I was doing strayed well beyond a few playful swats on the butt. I was hitting her with the intent to inflict pain and with the unflinching consistency of a metronome. I was bigger and stronger while she was half-naked and vulnerable. I felt like a bully. And I hated her for it.

Part of me loved it. I was a quiet, shy kid who wore glasses. I was never the tallest or the strongest. I got picked on. I got shoved around. I was the one curled up in a ball while the bully kicked me. So slamming my hand into her tender flesh made me feel powerful and dangerous. And I hated myself for it.

But part of me accepted it for the necessary evil it was. To Cassie, true love meant complete vulnerability. That required total trust in the other person, the faith that he would always look out for her interests. But such a man must also be stronger-willed than she. If he could not stand up to her, how could she trust he would always stand up for her? Given its importance, such a measure of a man could not be approximated; it must be rigorously tested. Cassie was painstakingly devoted to her ideals. And I loved her for it.

What had begun as an evening of passion had instead become a contest of wills. Cassie needed me to dominate her in order to love me. And I needed her to love me. That wasn't a feeling I was ready to admit to myself, let alone her. But that didn't make it any less true.

The terms of this contest were simple: she would yield or I would. Thus did I ignored when she moaned in pleasure to show my will was ineffectual. I swing on when she went coldly silent to show she could ensure anything I did. I pushed on even when she screamed wildly in chaotic desperation.

"Daddy."

The softly spoken word caught my hand as I was raising it for yet another swing. There had been so many that I’d lost count, that my arm ached from wrist to shoulder and my hand felt numb from the repeated impacts.

"Please, Daddy, I can't take anymore." She looked back at me, her eyes shedding quiet tears. "I'll be a good little girl for you now, Daddy, I promise."

I found myself ready to stop as well, my own desire to continue sounding as weak and ragged in my head as did Cassie’s voice. But I couldn’t let my own weariness guide me. I had to take an honest measure.

“Stand up,” I directed.

Cassie pushed herself up and maneuvered off the couch. She wobbled slightly when trying to stand up in her heels, but found her balance.

She took a couple tentative steps forward, giving me a full view of her ass. What had once resembled two pale scoops of vanilla ice cream was now various shades of red. Vague outlines of my fingers could be spotted amidst the ruddy carnage.

She turned to face me. Trails of the tears she had buried into her pillow lined her cheeks. Her chest heaved slightly, her breathing slightly ragged.

Her panties had darkened to near black, clearly sodden with her juices. Her abdomen down to her thighs similarly glistened with moisture. Her pussy lips themselves swelled around the edges at the crotch of her lingerie.

Glancing down, I saw a similar fate had befallen my pants. A large wet spot covered most of my lap. The fabric now clung to the outline of thighs and my still swollen cock.

I looked at her as she stood there, her eyes downcast and uneasy. I couldn’t tell what had proven too much to continue for her. Her ass looked horrible, so perhaps the pain had finally become too intense. But even now fluids leaked from her cunt and ran down her thigh, suggesting that perhaps her desire for orgasm had at last overpowered her will.

The question before me was whether to trust that I had indeed pushed her as far as she could go or if she was counting on my sympathy granting her an unjustified reprieve. I could hedge my bets by refusing her request and punishing her further just in case. But if I had pushed her as far as she could go, I would no longer be punishing her, but torturing her for my own ends.

I looked her directly in the eyes. The Cassie I cared for was not deceitful. Having thrown down the gauntlet before her, she would have striven to overcome it. If she could have outlasted my punishment, she would have. I placed my trust in her.

“Cassandra, I agree. You have had enough. I forgive you.”

 

[littlelove]

“Stand up,” he told her, his voice impassive as the verdict was yet to be granted.

She swayed softly on her feet, partially because her aching muscles didn't want to take the strain of standing, but mostly because she was swooning.

She stood with her back to him so he could regard the devastation. She couldn't help draping a glance at her own body over her shoulder, almost gasping as she saw how bad it was. Her reaction was half-horror and half-arousal at how his hand had marked her.

“Cassandra, I agree. You have had enough. I forgive you.”

Cassie looked up at him and her eyes were rich with respect and affection. "Thank you, Daddy."

She was somehow strangely, perversely more appealing in her disheveled state, her lower lip glossed from pouting, her eyes a little watery, but twice as bright after crying, her nose pink and sniffling. an air of little girlish contrition, though all her sultry womanliness was intact.

She couldn't tear her eyes off of him. Wonderful, amazing, considerate Saul, double-dates, dinner-and-a-movie Saul, was suddenly a tantalizing mystery. She wanted to ask him if he'd done that before. Surely he had, hadn't he? She wanted to ask him how he'd known just what she needed. How he'd known that she wouldn't blanch and furrow her brow and point to the door when things had turned serious, as most women probably would have.

But now was not the time to ask. Now was the time to show him what a sweet little girl she could be for Daddy. She stood still for a moment, wondering if he would direct her, but when he remained quiet, her desire for his gentle touch, his reacceptance of her, became overwhelming.

She shifted shyly on her feet and with a tender, genuine vulnerability asked "Daddy, may I sit in your lap?" knowing and entirely disregarding the pain she knew it would cause to sit at all.

The act of punishment had ended, but the enduring sting and ache of her spankings would linger, and remind her with every sitting, every stride, even every gentle caress against the tender flesh, that her actions had consequences, and that this man whom she loved and respected, would be the one who brought them to bear.

 

[saedo]

I knew I had made the right decision by the expression on Cassie's face. I saw no hint of triumph at having pulled a fast one. It was pure relief. Some of it had to be delight that the punishment was over.

But I sensed something else in the warmth of her gaze. I had passed her test. She had found a man she could trust to be strong enough for her to be vulnerable to him.

I felt a similar wave of relief wash over me. I had resisted intimacy with Cassie for nearly two months because I realized how powerfully I was drawn to her. Initially I was merely staving off my lust, not letting my carnal desires swamp rational thought. But as I learned of her personality, her intellect, and her principles, rational thought concurred with my desires: it would be irrational not to want her, illogical not to fall for her.

But giving into such emotions would be devastating if Cassie couldn't return them. Which she couldn't do till I proved strong enough. Which I could not do without first letting my feelings for her take the reins. Tonight had been a high wire act for us both. I let out the breath I had been holding for weeks and smiled back at her.

"Daddy, may I sit in your lap?"

I was mildly surprised. After such rough treatment, I wouldn't have expected Cassie to want to sit anytime soon. Moreover, I thought she'd be more inclined to finally release her pent-up desire. Her swollen pussy and the copious juices that had leaked therefrom suggested she'd been staving off a mind-blowing orgasm, but now free of my edict, she wanted only to sit.

I asked, just to be sure. "You know it's OK to cum now, right? The punishment is over, so you don't have to hold back anymore."

She nodded. "I know."

I shrugged. My Cassie was never short on surprises. I patted my lap and said, "You may."

She smiled serenely and stepped to me. She eased very gingerly down onto my lap, but even that contact made her wince. She groaned quietly as she settled into position, the pressure on her tender buttocks no doubt very unpleasant.

Once laying on my lap with her right side to me, she curled her legs up onto my knees and buried her head into my neck. Tightened up into a little ball, she sighed audibly and I felt her relax into me. I put my arms around her and held her to me. We didn't speak, but just enjoyed the quiet togetherness.

I'm not quite sure how much time passed, but eventually I realized that Cassie had fallen asleep in my arms. I couldn't much blame her; she'd had quite a taxing night.

It was no easy task, but somehow I managed to get upright with Cassie in my arms. Mercifully her bedroom wasn't far from her living room and I was able to deposit her on top of the bedspread. I judged my odds of actually getting her beneath the covers without awakening her to be fairly low, so I settled for flipping half of the bedspread over atop her.

I retreated out to the living room. Exhaustion was starting to claw at the edges of my own consciousness. I considered driving home; a change of clothes and a hot shower would be most welcome. But departing while Cassie slept seemed wrong; after such an intense evening, some conversation was warranted and better that it be done face-to-face.

I settled for the next best thing. Finding Cassie's linen closet, I created a makeshift bed on the couch. (I didn't want the first time Cassie woke with me in bed next to her to be a surprise.) I had fortunately skipped the gym that morning (or technically yesterday morning by now), so my workout clothes in the trunk of my car didn't reek of dried sweat. The cotton shorts were starting to fray at the hems and the T-shirt was so faded I could barely make out the lettering commemorating a 5K fun run from a decade ago, but they were at least clean. That made them vastly superior to the sticky sweet scent of my current outfit. (Heaven knew what my dry cleaner would think.)

I showered quickly and changed into my gym clothes. I glanced at the clock on her mantle; only a few hours to sunrise. I groaned softly, suddenly feeling all of my years. I had some brief thoughts about maybe doing something nice for breakfast to start the Saturday right with Cassie. I was out nearly as soon as I lay down, though. Small wonder that I spent the night dreaming of pancakes.

 

[littlelove]

Needless to say, Cassie's dreams were not of pancakes.

She was a sight to behold as she slept. Over the night she had rolled onto her tummy, and now as she dreamed, a tiny smile turned her lips and she had worked her bottom back into the air, a little moan eeking out of her and clarifying that the nature of her dreaming was less than innocent.

She awoke suddenly, panting from dreams that seemed real and there was a throb of adrenaline already in her bloodstream. She rolled over and sat upright, winced as she bore the weight of her body on her aching little bottom, and eased back into her pillows, pausing for a moment to take stock.

She was enfolded in her comforter, sweetly. Saul would have done that. But then- her brain reeled- Saul! Had he gone? The idea seized her with a momentary panic.

She threw off the covers and stood- tussled from sleep and still in her provocative lingerie. She crept through the hallway and stood at the end of it, her heart easing blissfully as she saw his sleeping form tucked beneath a set of spare sheets and one of her childhood quilts.

She eased back into the shadow of the hallway and smiled, stood still for a moment, out of sight but still able to see his body rising and falling with the steady breaths of sleep. Watching him, she replayed again the events of last night in her mind- all of them- aching deeply with love for him.

And then she returned to her room.

Standing in front of her vanity, she took off her bra and tiny panties. Her breasts, full Cs, stood out sublimely without the support of a bra, pointed with delicate pink nipples. She turned her back to the mirror and saw over her shoulder that a night's rest had yielded the angry redness that had marred her bottom to her characteristic velvety snow-colored complexion, though the soreness was still very much alive.

And the bare little triangle of her sex, she couldn't help noticing, throbbed tenderly with her every pulse. She had had one of the most erotic evenings of her life. And then she had been lulled to sleep with the combined forces of overwhelming exhaustion and the powerful feeling of safety that overcame her when she was wrapped in Saul's arms, all the while his glorious erection still leaping steely hard against her drooling little slit through his sodden trousers as she drifted into a decadent dreamworld wherein her evening ended in a thousand other ways that she could not even have conceived of with her waking mind.

The result was the most divinely infuriating tease, that had her soft little pink so beyond ready to be fucked that every time she moved it was so unbearably sensitive, it was like a little miniature orgasm. She wanted badly to touch herself. To fall back onto her bed and graze her fingertips through her hot little cunt and find the burning tiny button of her clit and...

But Saul had done this to her. And her pleasure belonged to him now.

The beating beads of hot water kissing every part of her body as she showered only made it worse. She moaned softly as she lathered bodywash across her breasts and it was all she could do to keep it together as she stroked a razor over her mound until it was perfectly sleek again.

She gathered her composure, dried her hair, and went to dress, putting on a pair of little ivory lace panties and a matching bra, a pair of tiny white and blue striped shorts that frilled around the edges and rode high enough to show almost half of her ass cheeks, and a pale blue cotton tank that clung suggestively, but was not tight. She looked more cute that outright solicitous.

Returning to the mirror, she brushed her teeth, wiped the traces of makeup from the previous night from her face, leaving it clean and soft, and brushed the sleep-tangles from her long silky hair, and then neatly parted it down the middle and tied it into two ponytails. Flowing from the crown of her head, her tails still brushed the bottoms of her shoulder blades where they ended.

The only thing that looked slightly out of place was the gorgeous necklace she still wore, which she had not taken off even to shower. Even though it was far too elegant to wear with such casual clothes, there was no way she was taking it off, wondered, in fact, if she ever would.

When Saul woke up, it was to enchanting aromas, sweet and savory and breakfasty, and crackly hot cooking sounds coming from the kitchen. He thought about going to greet her good morning, but contented himself to sink back into the couch and mentally savor the knowledge that a woman was fixing him breakfast.

Minutes later, Cassie came in, planning on straddling his lap while he slept and kissing him awake. Finding that his eyes were open, she smiled enormously, burstingly full of affection, and followed through with her plan all the same, her knees on either side of him, her sex warm against him through her clothes and his, and gently, deliberately pressed kisses against his chest, up to his shoulders, touching her lips reverently to his warm throat. "Good Morning. I fixed you breakfast," she said, crawling off of his lap. She scampered into the kitchen, her shorts offering a generous glimpse of her ass as she did, and he was a little relieved that it was vanilla icecream again.

She returned with french toast, spooned with drooling, syrupy blackberries, and a plop of perfect white cream, hashed potatoes, and sausage. She didn't have a plate for herself, but let him feed her bites, and seemed to enjoy watching him enjoy his breakfast more than eating it herself. Her eyes glittered as he finished it with obvious relish, but she was hungry for something else entirely.

 

[saedo]

We dined at the kitchen table. Well, I dined. Cassie refused a plate of her own, but took bites off mine. She would have gladly watched me eat it all, but I kept insisting she have some. "This is soooo good, Cass! You can simply not refuse to have a bite!" She would gracefully take whatever forkful I offered and demurely chew it, but she watching me enjoy her cooking seemed far to please her more than eating.

The old yarn about how the way to a man’s heart is through is stomach has some truth to it. Cassie had given me some baked treats – cookies, brownies, etc. – in the previous weeks, but never prepared a full meal. I’d no idea how skilled she was in the kitchen. I’d thought she seemed to good to be true before, but she just kept proving all the more incredible. My heart swelled with love for her.

Of course, that was not the only portion of my anatomy swelling at the moment. Cassie sat in a nearby chair, seeming almost to sparkle in the early morning sun from the window. She had dressed down compared to last night. The sensual black dress had been traded in for short shorts and blue tank top. Combined with the lack of makeup and the pair of ponytails, she looked like a teenager compared to the sexy woman I’d taken out the night before. Yet in this simplicity, she was still as beautiful. Perhaps moreso. God, did I want her.

I again found myself contemplating slamming her against the nearest flat surface so I could fuck her with abandon. I suspect given the hungry look on her lips, she’d likely enjoy that as well. But I was determined not to rush things. I didn’t want to just be just like all the other guys. I could show her passion need not preclude dignity.

I was speculating about the other guys. I didn’t know that much about Cassie’s sexual history. I’d spoken specifically about my dedication to practicing safe sex and she’d affirmatively declared her own sincerity about the subject. But having assured one another that STDs weren’t an issue, we didn’t pursue it further.

Personally, I didn’t want to know chapter and verse. Cassie hadn’t given me a count, but I figured her number of previous lovers was higher than zero. I didn’t see how knowing if that number was closer to 1 or to 100 made me any better off. She was with me now; that was all that mattered.

So temporarily setting my aside my desire for immediate satisfaction, I instead pushed back from the table after I’d savored the last delectable bite. “That was absolutely fantastic, Cass,” I said. “You are incredibly talented.”

Cassie blushed at the compliment, her smile widening. Her fingers reached up to trace the edge of the silver choker I’d given her the night before.

“While you’re not wearing one of those ‘Kiss the Cook’ aprons, may I follow that suggestion nonetheless?” I inquired, winking at her.

Cassie needed no further invitation. She left her seat and joined me on my lap. Our first kiss was soft and sweet, the taste of the blackberries still on my lips. We made out for a time on that kitchen chair, enjoying the warmth and tenderness of each other’s touch.

When we broke for air, I leaned back to look at her. “Cassie, in a little while, I plan to take you into your bedroom and make love to you. Do you think you would enjoy that?”

Her eyes lit up like a Christmas tree at the idea. I could see that she would have eagerly rushed into her bedroom dragging me by the wrist had I suggested it. But perceptive as always, she saw that now was not the time for haste. “Yes,” she said, matching my quiet, even tone. “Yes, I would enjoy that very much.”

“Good,” I said, smiling pleasantly. “Before we do, there is something I want to show you first. Let me stand up.” Cassie got out of my lap and I led her over into the living room. “Kneel here,” I directed and she got down on her knees in front of me. That put her in line with my crotch and her eyes gazed expectantly at the bulge greeting her.

They say you never forget your first, but perhaps the encounter that had the most lasting impact on me was rather my “almost first”. I’d been a bit of a nerd in high school, devoting more of my attention to good grades and debate team trophies than girls and binge drinking. Since the latter is generally what the “cool kid” parties revolved around, I didn’t have much of a social life outside of hanging out with the guys.

Towards the middle of senior year, I at last acquired what amounted to a girlfriend. Abigail was a bit of a nerd as well, though of the marching band variety. A bit timid and proper, she was the type who would hear a dirty joke at the school lunch table and then giggle with her hand over her mouth. While no great beauty behind her glasses, she was a bit cute and she seemed to like me. So when she and I started going out, I thought I was doing pretty well.

Once things got a bit physical, we mostly just made out. On a frisky night, she might let me cup one of her small boobs (over the bra). Still, this wasn’t too far off par for the course. Actual sex was fairly uncommon amongst the students, due mostly to the logistics of finding a place to get naked and horizontal. Houses devoid of parents and siblings were rare. Teenagers mostly drove either pickup trucks (not so great for privacy) or small sedans (tiny backseats). Consequently, oral sex (at least girl on guy) was more of the benchmark for “really serious” relationships.

It took Abigail and me a couple months to work our way around to the idea. I was a big fan of the idea, naturally, but Abigail kept swinging between her conservative upbringing and the thrill she got from defying it. At last, one night as we were headed home after a trip to the movies, Abigail inquired if I would like to try it before I took her home. I wasted no time in finding a quiet side street to park on and soon had my pants down around my knees.

Things were going fairly well I thought, but then Abigail pulled down my boxers and got her first unobstructed view of my cock. “Holy shit!” she said, recoiling back to her seat. “What the fuck is that thing?!”

Now I have since learned that my cock is a bit atypical. Specifically, it’s almost absurdly thick. At little more than the high end of average in length, its girth suggests I should have a dick reaching my knees. Fully aroused, I cannot encircle it with the forefinger and thumb of my hand (and I’ve got fairly long fingers, too.) Basically it’s built like a fire hydrant.

At 17, I didn’t know how to deal with Abigail’s reaction. I’ve since learned that the size does make some women uncomfortable, particularly when oral sex is involved. (While few find it physically impossible to fit in their mouth, many find holding their jaw open that wide for a long time to be uncomfortable, though that tends to fade with practice.) So had I known then what I know now, I would have recognized that what she was feeling and handled things better.

Instead, I got embarrassed; the first time I drop my pants in front of a girl and she’s staring and pointing at me. That in turn made me defensive; there was nothing wrong with me, so what was her problem. Naturally that embarrassed Abigail, so she became defensive as well. A heated argument ensued, ending when Abigail icily demanded to be taken home.

I didn’t call for a couple days and Abigail refused to talk to me when I did. Things only got worse at school. Girls being girls, Abigail told her best friend Jenny some of what happened and by mid-week I was seeing the occasional whispers and pointing in my direction. By the time one of my buddies said, “Dude, Jacob, do you know what people have been saying about you?”, it was pretty much common gossip. I’m not sure whether Abigail embellished the story on her own or if it got distorted in the multiple retellings, but the tale that reached me depicted a twisted, deformed lump of flesh dangling between my legs. Whether anyone believed it or not, I found the entire situation very painful. Small blessing that the school year ended a couple months later and I left state for college that summer.

Fortunately my next few girlfriends had a much more measured reaction, or I’d probably have developed a complex. I’ve also since learned to try and reveal this information in a non-threatening manner, e.g. more than a few seconds before she’s expected to plunge this pillar of flesh inside her. As a result, while some unease is common (and finding good oral somewhat rare), outright rejection has been almost nonexistent in my adult life.

Thus, I kept my voice calm and even. "Cassandra, please remove my shorts and boxers." Time to see how she would react.

 

[littlelove]

“Kneel here,” he directed her simply, and she knelt before him, her eyes cast up to his face with an attentive respect. There seemed to have transpired between them a solidification of the understanding that this tone was acceptable. It was an amazing thing, really, and beautiful, the kinds of understandings that people can come to without explicit discussion.

This had been a long time coming, slowly built up to with a suggestion taken eagerly here, a mild deference there, a "Yes, Sir," tones of voices, demure expressions. It had all coalesced into a sort of unspoken agreement between them, of mutual respect, but an acknowledgment of the type of approach Cassandra required, and she suspected, Saul shared a growing interest in as well. He had certainly not seemed to stumble in assuming a commanding role.

"Cassandra, please remove my shorts and boxers." He could see her eyes leap with excitement before they traveled slowly down to fasten on the task at hand, the object of her desire, which strained, obscured, under the two obstacles he had finally given her permission to remove. The fact that she had been no further than this point in the process without some kind of discipline gave the whole thing a feeling of forbidden fruit, making her all the more anxious and excited.

As she knelt before him, sitting on the heels of her feet, crossed at the ankles under her, she couldn't help squirming softly back onto her heels, a droplet of wetness seeping through first the lacy panties and then her frilled little shorts. Her graceful fingers curled into the cotton shorts.

A part of her wanted to pull them both down together, in one fell swoop. She would have been within the limitations of the command he had given. But she lent the moment the delicate air of anticipation, the breathless ritual it was due. She slid the outermost garment down slowly, so that the clinging elastic strained over the bulge. As it pooled around his feet, she helped him step out of it, and then folded the shorts neatly and set them aside.

She swallowed as the bulge became a little more distinct under the guise of only one thin layer of cotton. It looked... enormous. Fever was starting to trace through her veins. She realized she was holding her breath, and released it.

She slowly pulled down his underwear and as his fat cock bobbed back up to eye level, she took in a soft gasp, and then released it in a low groan. Her eyes were fixed. The veins responsible for the blood supply to this engorged monster jumped visibly with his pulse. It was almost as dark as a plum with blood. The head glistened with one drop of precum. She could feel the heat rising off of his skin. It was... glorious.

Cassie felt dizzy. She tore her eyes away from it and looked up into Saul's face, unconsciously wetting her lip, and breathed, "Please, Daddy."

Cassie didn't care about Saul's well meaning disclaimer about his mere mortality, she wanted to worship his cock. She wanted her tongue against every single inch of it. She wanted to take it deep down her throat and she wanted to keep it there until blackness licked the edges of her consciousness and she thought she might pass out. She wanted his hands around the two glossy ribbons of her hair, using them as handles.

Looking deeply into his eyes, her lips millimeters, only millimeters, from touching the crown of his gargantuan cock, so close that he could feel the warmth of her breath as she whispered the word one more time, "Please."

And then she opened wide and tilted her head back, making her long tails almost brush the floor, her tongue stuck out slightly, just beyond her lower lip, making it a perfect, velvet pink target, the crease of her tongue marking the avenue she was silently pleading his cock to take into the back of her slender throat.

 

[saedo]

"Please," she whispered a second time, her lips nearly brushing my cock. The feel of her warm breath against the head sent a shiver up my spine. Again I felt the urge to throw gentility by the wayside and bury my member inside her eager mouth.

But I resisted. I had not come this far only to lose my cool now. Moreover, experience had taught me that haste was dangerous in this arena; slipping my massive shaft past her teeth was not something to be rushed.

I was pleased to see her eagerness. Such initial reactions were uncommon, suggesting that perhaps she had past experience with well-endowed lovers. Of course, given Cassie's predilections, she might have no such experience, but be titillated entirely because of the challenge and discomfort she anticipated.

I smiled benevolently at her. "Do you like Daddy's cock, Cassandra?"

"Oh, yes, Daddy, yes!" she breathed enthusiastically.

"Does Daddy's cock excite you? Does it make your pussy wet?"

Her left hand drifted over the crotch of her shorts, subconsciously massaging herself through the fabric. "Yes, Daddy," she whispered softly, a blush lighting up her cheeks.

"Good," I responded. "You should always be wet around Daddy's cock. However," I cautioned, "I must have your full attention since this is your first time with Daddy. You must show you can take care Daddy's cock the way a good girl should. Therefore, you are not allowed to cum until I give you permission. Do you understand?"

Cassie nodded. "Yes, Daddy."

"Good girl. Now you may touch Daddy's cock. Just be careful."

Cassie nodded and gingerly reached up with her right hand to grasp my shaft. Her eyes widened slightly as she realized how far her delicate fingers were from fully encircling its tremendous girth. She added her left to gain a better grip. She cautiously stroked it, her fingers cool against the blood-swollen member.

"That's fine, Cassandra," I praised. "Use your tongue, too."

She smiled eagerly and immediately extended her tongue to flick across the crown. I was leaking a bit of precum, which she eagerly lapped up, basting the turgid mushroom-shaped head with her saliva.

After licking around the sensitive underside of the crown, she began running her tongue across the shaft. She gently bent the meaty cylinder so that she could reach it from root to tip.

I grunted softly as I enjoyed this tongue bath. Whether it was a result of practice or just instinct, her technique was quite pleasant. Still, I wanted more. "Cassandra, now I would like you take my cock in your mouth. Just be careful and don't rush. If it becomes difficult or uncomfortable, it's OK to back off."

I watched with some concern as Cassie parted her mouth wide. She had to take it at an angle for the broad crown to clear her teeth, but the first few inches glided back easily on her tongue.

Now was the tricky part. Fitting my my gargantuan knob inside was challenge enough for many, but my Cassie undoubtedly wanted to go all the way, sucking me in till her nose rested in the blond curls at the base of the thick shaft. (I kept the hair closely trimmed, but not entirely shaved.) Certainly I enjoyed that sensation of full immersion, but I also knew how terrifying it was to have a woman start to gag when my cock lay only the barest fraction of an inch from her teeth. I dug my fingers into her hair near her ponytails, using them as reins to guide her, as she fed more of the leviathan inside.

 

[littlelove]

"You should always be wet around Daddy's cock. However, I must have your full attention since this is your first time with Daddy. You must show you can take care Daddy's cock the way a good girl should. Therefore, you are not allowed to cum until I give you permission. Do you understand?"

Cassie's eyes were trained on his face. Her heart was racing, her mouth even watering, at the nearness of his cock and the knowledge that she was about to get to taste it... however, she wanted to pay him her full attention as he issued his direction.

Without having to be told, Cassie had fully expected that she would wait for his express permission before her release. As a point of fact, Cassie had been quite well-trained in orgasm control, among other things, and found it actually difficult, if more psychologically than physically, to reach orgasm without being commanded. Though, as Saul had found on the previous evening, in the dim ambiance of the parking garage, with a mere vocal cue, her body would shudder into powerful release unhesitatingly.

"Yes, Daddy," she murmured, allowing her gaze to drift down to his gleaming cock.

"Good girl. Now you may touch Daddy's cock. Just be careful."

As her fingers tried fruitlessly, comically, to encircle his girth, she began to stroke it gently, imagining with thrill and trepidation, it actually entering her body. She made a sweet, awed little squeak.

"That's fine, Cassandra, use your tongue, too."

Cassie flicked her tongue against the slit in the bulbous head, getting her first taste of him, slightly salty, a hint of clean musk, and then, from that point, she couldn't stop herself. She slid her tongue against him, traced the throbbing veins with the point of her tongue, washed him in broad, lush strokes, left kisses against every piece of it from hilt to head.

"Cassandra, now I would like you take my cock in your mouth. Just be careful and don't rush. If it becomes difficult or uncomfortable, it's OK to back off."

Her expression, full of adoration and rapt attention, and a slight fascination at the utter enormity of his warm cock, shifted subtly, taking on an edge of determination, and a breathless eagerness.

She let his cock glide on her tongue for two or three inches until she felt the wide crown of his cockhead stopper against the back of her throat, and then casting her eyes up at him to lock in his gratefully before her eyes fluttered shut and she began in earnest trying to take his mammoth cock down her throat.

The girth- as thick as the thickest part of her forearm- was staggering, and it occurred to her as she softly shook her head back and forth, making swallowing motions around his cock to try and coax it past the tight little ring of the constricting muscle at the back of her throat, that it may in fact be impossible to take it. That didn't stop her from trying. The fluttering swallowing movement of her throat gave the fat head of his cock an unbearably tight, hot, squeezing massage and at last, it pushed past, straining the slender flesh of her throat.

Had he the perspective, he would have been able to see clearly the ridge of thickness outlined in the pale milky skin of her neck as she took it down. Her throat spasmed frantically in protest, but she never truly gagged, her eyes stinging with tears as she simply pushed her body's reflexes from her mind to accomodate his suffocating enormity.

Slowly, inch by inch, she sank it back into her throat, making it ache and strain, making her brain alight panic signals, making adrenaline flow, making the little sparkle of tears in the corners of her eyes well over her cheeks, all the while, the wet muscles of the inside of her throat contracting and wringing around him. It was fifteen minutes later, fifteen long and patient minutes, that she actually had the thing swallowed and her cute nose not only touched, but pressed flat to his stomach.

Her eyes slide slowly up to his face, but where he expected a gleam of self-congratulatory victory, there was none, only solemn and overwhelming devotion.

Cassie's blood rushed in her ears and she was beyond wet, but her growing pleasure in her already over-sensitive little cunt served as nothing but fuel as her body became an instrument for his pleasure.

She shook her head softly, only barely, as much as the thick meat wedged down her throat would allow, the sensitively instinctive connection between them allowing him to understand that the gesture and the sparkle in her eyes were willing him to use his grips in her hair... as hard as he dared.

As he began to slowly saw it in and out of her throat, wrapping his hands over once in the long silky tails of her hair, her jaw began to ache, her throat felt raw, but she felt nothing but pleasure divine at having accomplished her task, and to see the look of approval in his eyes as he slowly built his speed, gently, but testing her.

As he reached a pace- by no means fast, but more lively than he had ever dared to be with his cock down a woman's throat, their eyes were locked, and as he looked deeply into her, the gravity of what was before him began to sink in. Here was a woman who had willingly given herself over entirely to him, who would push herself beyond her imagined limits, believing herself capable of anything if it was by his will. A woman who was made stronger in her submission to him.

She saw the gentleness in his eyes that the revelation afforded, and for the first time the deep gaze between them was broken as she let her eyes drift shut to show him her intense pleasure and she hummed a low moan around him, sending vibrations purring through his shaft to its root. She didn't want him to take it easy on her just because he loved her...

 

[saedo]

I proceeded cautiously, letting Cassie draw me slowly inside. Her mouth was not particularly cavernous, so my bulk consumed much of the available space. I knew her eagerness to please might tempt her to rush, so I made sure to keep her pace measured.

I was pleased when I felt the tip bump up against the back of her mouth. Those that took in this much usually stopped short, predicting that the rigid mass against the rear of the throat would make them gag. Cassie, however, had been the picture of calm. To do it all was uncommon, but to do it so smoothly on her first attempt was remarkable.

"Good, Cassandra," I murmured, quite proud of her efforts. I began to pull out, thinking she might be able to bob her head a bit on the few inches she'd taken in.

But Cassie gripped my thighs, a cautionary "Mmm" resonating around my cock. With such a mouthful, words were impossible, but her eyes conveyed her message just as clearly. "No, Daddy, not yet."

I was amused by her ambition. She had done well already. I could think of only one woman who had taken in more of my shaft, but she had been a towering amazon whose larger frame gave her considerably more capacity than petite Cassie. But Cassie apparently would not be content with "good enough".

I considered refusing, but decided there was no harm letting Cassie scrabble in vain against her limits. I shrugged, then nodded at her.

Cassie sucked heavily on my cock, every fiber of her being seemingly brought to bear in an effort to will the massive cylinder further into her throat. Her nostrils flared as she breathed heavily under the strain. Her brow furrowed over tightly shut eyes, her face a picture of intense concentration. She made progress, but it was excruciatingly slow; every fraction of an inch more into the tight confines of her throat required torturous amounts of effort.

Several times I almost instructed her to stop, fearing that she was suffering unnecessarily. But each time, I stayed my hand. I remembered the look in her eyes and her unspoken plea whispered in my head: "I can do it, Daddy!" Cassie had placed her faith in me; I could do no less.

After a small eternity, Cassie proved herself beyond measure. Her pert nose pressed into my abdomen, tickling the tawny hairs running down to my crotch. She had sucked me inside to the very root.

I beamed at her, so proud of her accomplishments and simultaneously delighting in the incredible sensation. She opened her eyes, gazing up at me with such love that every part of me not buried inside her throat felt like melting into a warm, gooey pool.

And still she had not had enough. She signaled me to pump my hips against her. My mind boggled at the insanity. Simply getting me this deep had been a tremendous strain, yet she proposed I push her even further?!

Once more, I placed my faith in her. If Cassie said (albeit not with words) that she could handle it, I would trust her. Wrapping my hands in her hair, I guided a few inches past her lips, then eased them back down her throat. I repeated this process, adding a little speed each time, eventually elevating the pace from glacial to leisurely.

I stared deeply into her eyes the entire time, finding nothing but love and admiration. I could see how much she enjoyed pleasing me. Somehow in submitting to me, I had also empowered her. Together, we each made the other more than we could be alone.

The pressure inside my balls was off the charts. I had purposefully abstained from pleasuring myself for nearly a week in anticipation of our first night together. After such unparalleled oral stimulation, I could feel an insanely large load boiling towards release.

But I resisted. As incredible as the sensation was, now was not the time. Not yet. Problem was, I was too far gone to simply stop. Only one solution.

"Cassandra, hold up a moment." I said as I stroked out of her. "I need you to take both hands and grab my cock.” She looked at me with concern, afraid she’d done something wrong.

“Quickly now,” I urged. “Get as close to the base as you can." Cassie was clearly uncertain of my intent, but did as directed, gripping me lightly near the base.

"Keep sucking on the head, but when I tell you, I want you to take my cock out of your mouth and squeeze your fingers as hard around the base as you can. Then hold on tight until I tell you to stop.” Cassie gave a short nod of assent and continued to slide my cock down till she reached her fingers.

She didn’t have long to wait. Less than a minute later, I cried out, “Now Cass! Now!” Cassie clamped down hard just as my orgasm rocketed through me. The swollen head slipped out with an obscene popping noise moments before my legs tensed and I thrust forward involuntary. My cock, now an angry purple, narrowly missed hitting Cassie in the face as it swung outwards.

Fortunately Cassie held on like a vise despite my spasms, reining in the beast. She clenched the base as I had instructed, bottling up the explosion so desperate to escape. It took the better part of a minute before the last tremors had faded and I felt comfortable instructing her to release her grip. My cock, temporarily dissuaded but not quite spent, drooped slightly, still pulsing in time with my heartbeat. “Good girl, Cass,” I breathed. “Good girl.”

When I had regained my composure, I offered Cassie my hand and helped her back to her feet. Once standing, I slipped my right hand behind her back and pulled her close to me. I tugged her head back by her hair with my left and brought my lips to hers. I kissed her fiercely, pouring all of my desire for her into my embrace. We parted eventually for a gasp of air and then I leaned her back again for a softer, more tender kiss. When I let up, her cheeks were flush and I could see the affection I felt for her mirrored in her eyes.

“That was incredible, Cass,” I said, stroking her dark hair. “Simply incredible. I just wanted you to know I enjoyed that tremendously. Ordinarily I’d have been thrilled to let you take me to completion like that. But since this is our first time and I’m a little old school, I want to be able to look you straight in the eye and feel your entire body against mine as I cum deep inside you.”

She smiled at me, one of her glorious little smiles. I kissed her again for good measure.

“But before we do that, I do believe you’ve earned yourself another reward for such a stellar display of your oral skills,” I continued, winking at her. “Would you be so kind as to lead me into your bedroom?”

Cassie smiled and nodded, then turned on her heel and walked towards her bedroom. I stared unabashedly at her lovely little ass as it waggled back and forth.

Once inside, I had her turn to face me once more. “Remove your shorts for me, Cassandra,” I directed. In barely a heartbeat she had them down around her ankles. I waggled a warning finger at her, prompting her to pick them up off the floor and set them aside. I nodded approvingly.

“Hmm. Seems you have a bit of a wet spot here,” I murmured, pointing down at her crotch. It would have been more accurate to say that she had a bit of dry spot near the waistband, for the rest of the fabric was thoroughly dampened with her juices. “Did sucking on my cock excite you, Cassandra?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she responded.

“I see. I will have do something about that then. Please remove your panties for me.” I held up a hand as her fingers slipped beneath the waistband. “Don’t rush,” I instructed. "We have time.”

Cassie smiled and slowed her pace, gradually dragging the ivory material off her rounded hips and down her thighs. I watched admiringly as her pussy came into view for the first time. The tender skin was smooth and hairless, and glinting with moisture. I nodded appreciatively.

After she had slipped her panties off and set them aside, I had her sit on the bed and lay back. I knelt before and spread her thighs wide, opening herself up to me. I stroked the smooth skin of her inner thighs, massaging towards but not quite touching her pussy. I kissed the same areas, then made her yelp when I brought my teeth into play, nipping her thigh for the briefest of moments. I teased my way closer and closer to her delicate folds, mixing tender kisses with the occasional bite in deference to her enjoyment of both pleasure and pain.

At last I reached in with my hand and grasped the skin near her clit between thumb and forefinger. Taking care not to touch the hypersensitive nub directly, I instead just held it still, letting the own slight shifts provide all the massage. This subtle touch sent Cassie’s passion climbing till I could see her desire for release quivering beneath the surface. I leaned in close to her face, her eyes staring deep into mine, and whispered softly to her, “You may cum now, Cassandra.”

 

[littlelove]

“Now Cass! Now!”

It took both of her hands to throttle his cock as his jaw clenched, his temple throbbed, and he rocked with orgasm, but she managed to contain his cum...

“Good girl, Cass,” he panted, “Good girl.”

She loved hearing that, and it showed plainly in her expression. He helped her to shakily stand and then pulled her close to him, his erection thudding against her tummy and making her tremble in anticipation.

She sucked in a soft breath as he tugged her back by the hair and caught her in a powerful kiss. She melted against his torso, her palms floating up against his chest, steadying herself as she swooned in his tight embrace and let her tongue roll and flicker against his.

“That was incredible, Cass, simply incredible. I just wanted you to know I enjoyed that tremendously. Ordinarily I’d have been thrilled to let you take me to completion like that. But since this is our first time and I’m a little old school, I want to be able to look you straight in the eye and feel your entire body against mine as I cum deep inside you.”

She caught her breath as he said it. They both knew that that's how this was all going to culminate... at least that is how Cassie had imagined it (many times,) but to hear him say it made fireworks explode behind her eyes. She could feel her sex flinch involuntarily, her heart speed.

"Please, Daddy," she said, and the name was no longer burdened by the connotation that she was being a bad little girl, but one of deep affection and respect, "There is nothing I want more than to be flooded with your cum." She refrained from giving voice to the rest of that thought: how she wanted to feel every spasm, every rope of his hot cum unleashed in her center, how she wanted to overflow with his essence and feel it slide down the insides of her thighs as she walked, and what every woman means on a deep, animal level when she says she wants a man's cum inside of her, whether she realizes it or not... the thing that was far too serious to say to Saul at this point, that might even make him think she was mentally unsound, the thing which she could barely stand to admit to herself within the privacy of her own skull, but the thing which she had perhaps sensed deeply long ago, the cause of that profound and inexplicable connection, that she wanted to be with his child... She smiled up at him brightly, her eyes aflame with adoration. If she could have gotten any more turned on, the promise of him burying his cum deep inside of her would have done it, but she was already out of her mind with pleasure and anticipation.

“But before we do that, I do believe you’ve earned yourself another reward for such a stellar display of your oral skills. Would you be so kind as to lead me into your bedroom?”

After he had prompted her to strip out of her shorts and panties, he took her by the waist and gently sat her on the edge of her bed, and tenderly massaged her, his fingers not quite rough, but rasping pleasantly against the smoothness of her creamy skin.

He was amazing. His touch seemed to read every nuance of her body language, the way she flinched with pleasure, the way her hips lifted to meet him, her pulse, the softly ragged catches and releases of her breath, and responded to them, teasing and then allowing floods of pleasure that pushed her to the brink of release, until she was straining and panting softly, until her muscles were taut and she was moaning low and whimpering. Every time he bit, she yelped and bucked and her body surged with adrenaline.

His touches trembled on the cusp of unbearable as the tease of the previous evening and her very arousing morning became to much for her pleasure-soaked brain to manage. Her eyes communicated her desperation, and as he gave her permission...

Again, her body reacted with Pavlovian explosiveness, her back arching off the bed, her mouth open in a silent scream, her eyes clenched shut as she shuddered and quaked with orgasm, as the waves of searing sensation strobed through her consciousness and left her breathless, weak, and warm on the bedspread, a little puddle of her wet under the place her little bottom rested.

But she knew it was just the beginning... Capable of innumerable consecutive orgasms, the first did little more that awaken every single nerve ending in her body and get her wet and ready for what would come next...

 

[saedo]

I couldn’t help but smile as Cassie quaked through an orgasm. I found the contrast between her extremes remarkable. Forbidden to let her passion loose, I could stimulate her in ways that would drive any normal woman over the brink multiple times. Yet Cassie would take it all and remain stoically silent. But with little more than permission from me, Cassie would plunge headlong into orgasm without a trace of restraint. In that moment of sexual celebration, she held nothing back, as free and unrestrained in her passion as one could be.

When her tremors subsided, I got up from my kneeling position and sat beside her on the bed. “Did you enjoy that, Cass?”

She smiled eagerly back at me. “Yes, Daddy, I did.”

“Good. It pleases me greatly to hear you say that. Do you think you’re ready to have my cock inside you?”

Her enthusiasm was joined by hunger. She glanced down to where my cock, hard as iron once more, bobbed above my lap. The intense craving in her eyes thrilled me more than I could say. “Yes, Daddy,” her voice quieter and yet more powerful.

I smiled, but shook my head. “No, you’re not. Not quite.”

For a brief moment a look of panic gripped her. If I had any doubt about her desire for me, it was dispelled by the fierce concern she demonstrated at the thought I might deny her.

Not wishing to tease her further, I pointed towards her chest. “I told you I wanted to feel your entire body against mine. I can’t do that if you’re not naked.”

Her concern eased as she realized I referred to her bra-encased breasts. “Sorry, Daddy,” she said.

I shook my head. “No need for apologies. I hadn’t asked you to remove it yet. Now I am. Slowly, of course.”

Cassie smiled and slipped her hands behind her to undo the clasp at the back. She eased each of the shoulder straps off and slowly let the cups slip off her breasts.

"Oh, Cass," I breathed. "Your breasts are incredible."

They truly were. I'd seen quite the array of tits over the years and have long been an admirer of that portion of the female anatomy. I’d never seen breasts quite so lovely before. It wasn’t just a function of size; hers were definitely full, but not massive. Rather, it was also shape. Each breast formed almost a perfect sphere and curved outward with almost no sign of droop. Light pink aerolae daintly circled the bright pink nipples, each of which had long ago stiffened into diamond-like hardness.

I glanced up and found Cassie with a look of contented happiness at my reaction. Perhaps she took particular pride in her boobs, but I suspected what truly pleased her was seeing the obvious delight that I felt for them. (I am the same way myself; hearing a woman rave about how much she enjoyed my cock always drove me wild.)

Unabashedly, I reached out and cupped each with my hands. Having traced the outline of her breasts beneath her clothes for weeks now, I’d been waiting a long time for this. Of course, that had been my choice rather than hers. Cassie had made clear weeks ago she had no objection to my placing my hands upon her, but I had refrained as part of my “take it slow” policy.

Ordinarily I tried not even to make eye contact with them, partly to show respect for the woman and partly to save myself from my own predilections. Cassie had put a stop to that after a few weeks, though. Noting how hard I was trying not to notice her rack, she had arrived to dinner in a rather low cut blouse while wearing a long necklace with a shiny pendant that dangled smack dab in her cleavage. Over the course of the evening, she kept inviting me to take a look at her pendant, each time as if she hadn’t previously done so half a dozen times before. It took me a little while, but I got the message.

I think perhaps that night I had my first inkling that Cassie was going to be special to me.

I thumbed each nipple, delighting in their thickness and resilience. I had a particular fetish for nipples. Watching Cassie’s make powerful dents in the fabric of whatever top she wore was a particularly enjoyable pastime.

I traced a line of kisses over each breast. Unable to resist, I nibbled the firm flesh a bit, too. I wanted to do more, but I knew that I could readily spend the better part of an hour playing with them. While Cassie might be willing to indulge me just to make me happy, I had promised her more.

I kissed her softly as I gave her left breast a final squeeze, then pushed her down on the bed. I knelt between her thighs, draping my hard cock across the surface of her moist pussy. I positioned myself to enter her, then looked her directly in the eye. God, she was so beautiful, naked before me save for the silver necklace I’d given her, her body eager for my touch.

“I’m going to make love to you now, Cass. I’ve been looking forward to this moment for a very long time. I hope you have, too.” I paused, the intensity of emotion making it momentarily difficult for me to speak. “I want you to enjoy this as much as you can. I want to feel you cum with me inside you. Hold nothing back. I want all of you.”