the wall. I no sooner slid my fingers between my lips when my cell phone rang. That was odd. Garrison never called me twice in one day. Something must be wrong. I reached for it, puzzled, and answered the unfamiliar number.
“Hello?” I answered in question.
“What do you mean, you’ll pay me? How are you going to do that without your husband knowing?”
I smiled hearing his voice.
“How did you get my number?”
“Uncle Fat. I lied and told him I needed to call you to confirm our outing tomorrow.”
“It’s confirmed,” I joked.
“I’m being serious. I’m pacing back and forth like a crazy person here.”
“Hmmm, how’s my boat?”
“You know?”
“There’s lights on. I hope it’s you.”
“It is. Kendra, you’re asking something that I don’t know how to deal with. I mean, I would love to touch your body. I’ve fantasized about it from moment one. This though. I don’t know. I’m not sure I can play that role. You want me to hurt you.”
“I don’t want you to hurt me. That’s ridiculous. Why would you think that?”
“You want me to spank you. That hurts.”
“I do want that,” I admitted, rolling back to my stomach to stare out in the distant direction where I knew Sam was looking back.
“Why, Kendra? You’re a grown woman.”
“Tell me it doesn’t turn you on just a little to have me bent over your lap while you spank my ass.”
“Oh, it does. I just don’t know if it should or not.”
“Well, it does me. In fact, I’m extremely wet thinking about it.”
“I have a feeling you’re extremely wet thinking about a lot of things.”
“I am. I really want you to do this, Sam. Dominate me. Let me be your slave for the rest of the summer.”
“I don’t know how to do that. What if I don’t meet up to your expectations?” he worried.
“What if I don’t meet up to yours? What do we have to lose? I have five thousand dollars deposited to my account on the third Friday of every month. The next three are yours if you will do this.”
“Five grand!? Are you serious? How will you hide that from your husband?”
“He has nothing to do with this account. It’s a trust fund from my father.”
“Your father is dead?”
“We don’t need to discuss personal aspects of our lives. This is about control. Your control over me,” I explained the client relationship expectations while my fingers continued their own explorations on my clit.
“I don’t know, Kendra. I keep going over this in my mind and it just…it’s…I mean, I want to…I’m an elementary teacher for Christ sake.”
“We’re not going to do it in front of your class. Look, if you don’t want to do it then tell me. It’s no big deal, really,” I assured him. I had been a closet nymphomaniac for years, I would just keep doing what I always did.
“If I say no, are you going to get someone else?”
“I don’t have a lot of candidates. Don’t worry about me. If you don’t want to do it, tell me no, and get the hell off my boat.”
“Jesus, girl, you have no idea how much I want to say yes.”
“Then say yes.”
“Let’s continue as planned. I need to sleep on it. If I’m here when you get here in the morning then you know we have a deal. If not, well you’ll know we don’t.”
“Fine. Goodnight, Sam.”
“Goodnight,” Sam apprehensively replied with a long sigh. I knew I was putting a lot on him, but like I explained, I wasn’t forcing him to do anything. I thought about Sam some more while I finished the job between my legs and fell asleep satisfied, dozing off to a hope I wished to come true.
I checked in with my meddling husband before heading out. He was busy and couldn’t talk, but I did get the chance to tell him I was going out on the yacht and wouldn’t have service. At least he wouldn’t have a coronary when I didn’t answer later.
I dressed in a sundress minus panties, just in case. I brushed my teeth, applied my makeup, and took my customary daily
“Hello?” I answered in question.
“What do you mean, you’ll pay me? How are you going to do that without your husband knowing?”
I smiled hearing his voice.
“How did you get my number?”
“Uncle Fat. I lied and told him I needed to call you to confirm our outing tomorrow.”
“It’s confirmed,” I joked.
“I’m being serious. I’m pacing back and forth like a crazy person here.”
“Hmmm, how’s my boat?”
“You know?”
“There’s lights on. I hope it’s you.”
“It is. Kendra, you’re asking something that I don’t know how to deal with. I mean, I would love to touch your body. I’ve fantasized about it from moment one. This though. I don’t know. I’m not sure I can play that role. You want me to hurt you.”
“I don’t want you to hurt me. That’s ridiculous. Why would you think that?”
“You want me to spank you. That hurts.”
“I do want that,” I admitted, rolling back to my stomach to stare out in the distant direction where I knew Sam was looking back.
“Why, Kendra? You’re a grown woman.”
“Tell me it doesn’t turn you on just a little to have me bent over your lap while you spank my ass.”
“Oh, it does. I just don’t know if it should or not.”
“Well, it does me. In fact, I’m extremely wet thinking about it.”
“I have a feeling you’re extremely wet thinking about a lot of things.”
“I am. I really want you to do this, Sam. Dominate me. Let me be your slave for the rest of the summer.”
“I don’t know how to do that. What if I don’t meet up to your expectations?” he worried.
“What if I don’t meet up to yours? What do we have to lose? I have five thousand dollars deposited to my account on the third Friday of every month. The next three are yours if you will do this.”
“Five grand!? Are you serious? How will you hide that from your husband?”
“He has nothing to do with this account. It’s a trust fund from my father.”
“Your father is dead?”
“We don’t need to discuss personal aspects of our lives. This is about control. Your control over me,” I explained the client relationship expectations while my fingers continued their own explorations on my clit.
“I don’t know, Kendra. I keep going over this in my mind and it just…it’s…I mean, I want to…I’m an elementary teacher for Christ sake.”
“We’re not going to do it in front of your class. Look, if you don’t want to do it then tell me. It’s no big deal, really,” I assured him. I had been a closet nymphomaniac for years, I would just keep doing what I always did.
“If I say no, are you going to get someone else?”
“I don’t have a lot of candidates. Don’t worry about me. If you don’t want to do it, tell me no, and get the hell off my boat.”
“Jesus, girl, you have no idea how much I want to say yes.”
“Then say yes.”
“Let’s continue as planned. I need to sleep on it. If I’m here when you get here in the morning then you know we have a deal. If not, well you’ll know we don’t.”
“Fine. Goodnight, Sam.”
“Goodnight,” Sam apprehensively replied with a long sigh. I knew I was putting a lot on him, but like I explained, I wasn’t forcing him to do anything. I thought about Sam some more while I finished the job between my legs and fell asleep satisfied, dozing off to a hope I wished to come true.
I checked in with my meddling husband before heading out. He was busy and couldn’t talk, but I did get the chance to tell him I was going out on the yacht and wouldn’t have service. At least he wouldn’t have a coronary when I didn’t answer later.
I dressed in a sundress minus panties, just in case. I brushed my teeth, applied my makeup, and took my customary daily
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