the wrong people. She might end up
in a very bad situation. There wasn't a choice here,
although he was not sure the results were going to be to anyone's liking. He was liable to lose a friend...his best friend.
"If you truly want submission, Stephanie, you must begin with obedience. Ninety-nine percent of this stuff isn't sexual at all."
"I...understand," she said, though clearly she didn't.
"You'll do everything I instruct, beginning with
dinner. You'll conduct yourself as a disciplined young
lady—good posture, please and thank you, no displays to draw attention to yourself."
"Yes. Can I call you Sir ?"
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"You may." So much for this being ninety-nine percent nonsexual. He was ready to burst and they had barely
touched each other.
"Thank you, Sir," she said coyly.
"Recline your seat," he ordered.
The tiny motor whirred until she was nearly
horizontal. John allowed himself to feel her bare belly. Her skin was smooth as silk, taut as a drum. "Are you wet?" he asked her.
"Sopping wet, Sir." A smile curled her lips, a mix of pride and wonder.
"Show me."
She lifted her bottom, shimmying the skirt up past her
full hips to her narrow waist. Her pussy lips were pink and glistening and swollen. He slipped a finger inside her, just past the delicate crack. Stephanie let out a moan.
"Oh, Sir..."
"Move," he commanded. "Against my finger. Make yourself come."
"Yes, Sir." She lifted her hips, an athletic arch, hot and eager. She wanted it pure and raw and now...a finger, a cock, whatever was available.
Her teeth chattered. She was already climaxing. He'd
never seen a girl this quick, this responsive. Her face was locked in sheer pleasure, eyes shut tight against the world.
A man would have to move fast to stay on top of this one; she was like lightning in a jar.
And he was about to unscrew the top.
"I want you to take a little pain, Steffy."
She screamed out as he pinched her nipple through
the sequined top. The mild sensation rode her to a fresh orgasm, bucking, wild enough to shake the car.
"Omigod, omigod, omifuckingod..."
He let her ride it out, then brought her back down,
keeping control the whole time. Her toes were still curled 101
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as she collapsed back against the seat, her body covered in sweat.
"Good girl," he praised, giving her his wet finger to clean.
Steffy popped it in her mouth, sucking with unbridled
enthusiasm, her eyes alit with puppyish devotion.
"Can I do something for you now?" she said.
He shook his head. "I will tell you what to do and when."
Her voice held obvious awe. "Yes, Sir."
"So are you ready?" he asked. "For steak, I mean?"
"Yes, please, Sir." She was in that post-orgasmic phase, soft and complaint. He knew it would pass quickly,
especially without any kind of corporal discipline as a reinforcement.
Sure enough, on the way in, she surreptitiously
pinched his bottom, back in full brat mode.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself," was her coquettish reply.
He took her by the arm. "I warned you about your
behavior, young lady. Later there will be punishment."
"What kind of punishment?" she asked after they were seated at a small, intimate table in the corner, complete with candlelight.
"Too much curiosity is not becoming in a submissive female," he replied, spreading his napkin in his lap.
"What, do you have a paddle or something?"
"Or something," he replied.
"Please, tell me." She was wheedling like a child.
"Please, Sir?"
He decided to give her what she wanted. "First you'll strip naked. Then you will stand against the wall, holding three coins in place, one each with your nipples and one with your nose. After a half hour or so, ass exposed,
waiting, you will be given a dozen strokes with a riding crop. It will leave welts on your ass. After that, more time 102
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to think. Following this, you'll be on your knees, you can guess what for. If at any time during punishment you
should
in a very bad situation. There wasn't a choice here,
although he was not sure the results were going to be to anyone's liking. He was liable to lose a friend...his best friend.
"If you truly want submission, Stephanie, you must begin with obedience. Ninety-nine percent of this stuff isn't sexual at all."
"I...understand," she said, though clearly she didn't.
"You'll do everything I instruct, beginning with
dinner. You'll conduct yourself as a disciplined young
lady—good posture, please and thank you, no displays to draw attention to yourself."
"Yes. Can I call you Sir ?"
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"You may." So much for this being ninety-nine percent nonsexual. He was ready to burst and they had barely
touched each other.
"Thank you, Sir," she said coyly.
"Recline your seat," he ordered.
The tiny motor whirred until she was nearly
horizontal. John allowed himself to feel her bare belly. Her skin was smooth as silk, taut as a drum. "Are you wet?" he asked her.
"Sopping wet, Sir." A smile curled her lips, a mix of pride and wonder.
"Show me."
She lifted her bottom, shimmying the skirt up past her
full hips to her narrow waist. Her pussy lips were pink and glistening and swollen. He slipped a finger inside her, just past the delicate crack. Stephanie let out a moan.
"Oh, Sir..."
"Move," he commanded. "Against my finger. Make yourself come."
"Yes, Sir." She lifted her hips, an athletic arch, hot and eager. She wanted it pure and raw and now...a finger, a cock, whatever was available.
Her teeth chattered. She was already climaxing. He'd
never seen a girl this quick, this responsive. Her face was locked in sheer pleasure, eyes shut tight against the world.
A man would have to move fast to stay on top of this one; she was like lightning in a jar.
And he was about to unscrew the top.
"I want you to take a little pain, Steffy."
She screamed out as he pinched her nipple through
the sequined top. The mild sensation rode her to a fresh orgasm, bucking, wild enough to shake the car.
"Omigod, omigod, omifuckingod..."
He let her ride it out, then brought her back down,
keeping control the whole time. Her toes were still curled 101
SURRENDER
as she collapsed back against the seat, her body covered in sweat.
"Good girl," he praised, giving her his wet finger to clean.
Steffy popped it in her mouth, sucking with unbridled
enthusiasm, her eyes alit with puppyish devotion.
"Can I do something for you now?" she said.
He shook his head. "I will tell you what to do and when."
Her voice held obvious awe. "Yes, Sir."
"So are you ready?" he asked. "For steak, I mean?"
"Yes, please, Sir." She was in that post-orgasmic phase, soft and complaint. He knew it would pass quickly,
especially without any kind of corporal discipline as a reinforcement.
Sure enough, on the way in, she surreptitiously
pinched his bottom, back in full brat mode.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself," was her coquettish reply.
He took her by the arm. "I warned you about your
behavior, young lady. Later there will be punishment."
"What kind of punishment?" she asked after they were seated at a small, intimate table in the corner, complete with candlelight.
"Too much curiosity is not becoming in a submissive female," he replied, spreading his napkin in his lap.
"What, do you have a paddle or something?"
"Or something," he replied.
"Please, tell me." She was wheedling like a child.
"Please, Sir?"
He decided to give her what she wanted. "First you'll strip naked. Then you will stand against the wall, holding three coins in place, one each with your nipples and one with your nose. After a half hour or so, ass exposed,
waiting, you will be given a dozen strokes with a riding crop. It will leave welts on your ass. After that, more time 102
TALES OF EROTIC SUBMISSION
to think. Following this, you'll be on your knees, you can guess what for. If at any time during punishment you
should
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