“Do you want penetration by toys ormyself?”
“Yes, Sir. Whatever you feel Ideserve.”
“What are your hardlimits?”
“No blindfolds. Noknives.”
I nodded and repeated her hard limits so she felt safe and knew that I knew her hard limits and had paidattention.
“What is your safe word, mydear?”
“Dog.”
“Dog will be your word. Our session will cease if I hear that word.Agreed?”
“Yes,agreed.”
We went to my favorite room down the hallway. It had a spanking bench that I felt would be appropriate for tonight. I gave her instructions to disrobe and then stand by the bench while I searched my toy bag for the perfect paddle. I had a wooden one and a leather one. I’d give her theoption.
I approached her with the two paddles, her head was tilted down and her hands had balled up into fists. I tried not to stare at their bodies as I never wanted to make them feel embarrassed, ashamed, or as if I had been interested in anything beyond our session. But her body demanded attention from me. Now that I was up close, I could see all of the faded scars that lined her body. Scars that from the distance I had always been at while I had watched her sessions, couldn’t be seen. Still, I controlled my actions and asked her to raise herhead.
“Which paddle would youprefer?”
“It doesn’t matter to me, Sir. Just make ithurt.”
Wooden paddle it was. As I secured her to the bench, I couldn’t help but feel as though she had something else on her mind. When I sensed that, I had learned to never ignore that instinct ofmine.
“Is there something you’d like tosay?”
“Yes, Sir. Would you be able to add in somehumiliation?”
I slipped the last ankle cuff into place and stood to look at her. After our session, this would be something I’d mention to her about not doing in the future. It was dangerous for a bottom to not fully disclose their desires prior to a Top accepting theterms.
I had never heard her ask a Top for the aspect of humiliation in a session. Granted, I hadn’t always been around for all of her sessions, but this was an interesting request at the lastminute.
“Paddled hard, with humiliation?” I asked and waited for aconfirmation.
“Yes, Sir.Please.”
I would have preferred further discussion on the humiliation aspect she sought because that could be a whole array of things. My gut told me not to proceed with the humiliation. Not until we could discuss thisfurther.
“We’ll save the humiliation for another time as I’d like more time for us to talk about it first. Do you still wish to proceed with thepaddling?”
“Yes, Sir. Thankyou.”
I carried out the session and gave her the pain she had been looking for. She took one hell of a paddling until a sob tore from within. As I gently rubbed her heated skin, gasps of built up emotions billowed out of her. I had never heard her cry in a session before, but I knew the tears hadn’t been from physical pain. It had been from me touching her aching soul. Giving her permission tocry.
It had been in my nature to want to comfort her and hold her protectively in my arms until the tears dried. While I knew deep down that she probably needed care like that, I wasn’t certain. It was too much of a risk for me to take at that moment. Instead, I rubbed on her skin to keep that physical connection until she murmured a faintrequest.
“Please fuck me,Sir.”
For a few moments, I continued to rub on her reddened ass and occasionally brushed the back of my knuckles over her wet pussy. She tried to move her hips toward my hand, trying to get more and more. I slipped a finger into her and the moan that filled the room went straight to mycock.
I rolled a condom on and lined myself up with her soaked pussy. I tenderly held her sides and gazed at her scars while I moved my hips in a steady pattern. Her tears dried and her sobs turned into pants, as she begged for itharder.
After that cathartic session, it had been days before she appeared in the club again. I knew she had been alright because I had followed up with her and we even communicated some via email. But there she was again. Her expression lightened when she saw me. She started to come to the club just once a week and we’d play. Her needs were being met, which kept her out of the club daily. Our sessions included a heavy dose of paddling mixed with some phrases meant to embarrass and humiliate, and ended with sex. She loved every minute of it. As didI.
She endedup taking a news anchor position in Miami. We stayed in contact for a while until she married and began a family of her own. Ryan was a lot like her. His soul and body ached to be nurtured, loved and cared for. In my path was a giant wall that he had fortified for years. His ache was deeper than I had seen before, and his wall was mighty. Still, I was confident that I’d make it past that wall. Physically touching him had the ability to weaken that wall ofhis.
