She felt his firm and guiding hand on the small of her back.

It was a small thing, really, but she’d missed it so much. She wondered if he was even aware he was already controlling her and she was already submitting to him? Just the thought made a rush of blood go to all her hotspots. God, she should moan already so she bit her lower lip.

Jim enjoyed the feel of her back against his palm. The dress was thin enough that he could feel her warmth and, it seemed, she was getting warmer. Ah, he spied her biting her lower lip so he was correct. This filled him with a deep satisfaction that she was becoming aroused before it even started.

The Playroom wasn’t quiet…not at all. They walked into it and there were the sounds of spankings, paddlings, and even one strapping going on around them. Jim scanned around to take it in for a moment. It had been a while and he saw a lot of very nice, tight bottoms being punished or pleasured. Reminding himself why he was here and he was not alone, he continued to guide her over to a corner area where there was a mostly padded chair that would do fine.

Sam saw him looking around at all the eye-candy. She didn’t blame him a bit and almost said something to that effect but he was already leading her to a chair in the corner. She didn’t know if he did on purpose or not but she spoke up, “Thank you for choosing one not so in the middle of things, Sir.”

He smiled to her. “I’m rather stingy. I didn’t want to share you. In fact, I was thinking to angle you so your bottom is to the corner itself.”

She felt a wave of happiness that he was being considerate to her. “I would like that very much, Sir.”

The sounds of tears and smacked flesh was hard to ignore for Jim but one look in Sam’s eyes and how she moved to his side did the trick. Her eyes were soft, open, and vulnerable. She hesitated only a second.

“Come.” He told her and reached.

She appreciated his taking quick control and just doing it. His hands helped her over his lap and shifted her with practiced ease. He had done this a lot before. This made her feel even better. “May I ask, is spanking your favorite, Sir?” She reached down to steady herself on the floor with her arms: a submissives duty.

“Definitely one of them…bare…over the knee…hand-spanking? It’s a classic for a reason.” He patted her covered bottom. “Good?”

“I’m good, Sir, thank you.” She assured him.

Jim felt the old feeling. It was like unwrapping a Christmas present but so much better. Slowly, he pulled up her dress until it was to her waist. “Up a little.” He told her.

She obeyed and felt him tuck her dress under her stomach. The clenching of her nerves hit then as she knew she was mostly bare to his gaze now. Was she blushing? She hadn’t done that in a long time. “Position, Sir?” She murmured.

“Mmm…” Jim was distracted. Sam’s ass was rounded, firm, and highly spankable. He lowered his hand to caress around the curves and squeezed a little. “Sorry…you’re distracting me.” He admitted.

Sam giggled. “Thank you, Sir?”

“You’re very welcome. I’m going to enjoy your curvature a bit first.” He told her.

She smiled where he couldn’t see. It did sound much better than groping or even caressing. “Of course, Sir.” She felt his hands move and didn’t suppress a soft sigh. “It feels good to be in firm hands again, Sir.”

He grinned. She hadn’t needed to say that but he loved that she had. “It feels good to feel such a lovely bottom as yours, Dear Sam.”

“Mmm…” She purred as his fingertips traced up the curves of her buttocks. “Thank you…Sir.”

“What’s your pain tolerance, Sam?” He asked.

She could fudge and say it was lower than the reality but she didn’t want to lie to him…ever. “Pretty high, Sir. May I use the color system?” She asked.

“I was going to suggest it.” He paused. “Is this a spanking…only, Sam?”

Ooo…he’d asked instead of taken or forced. It was sweet and it opened her up more than she’d like to admit. “That’s up to you, Sir. I will obey you and what you want. I agree to that.” She left it open for him to take the initiative but hadn’t sounded slutty in the process.

Jim knew what she was saying and wondered if she felt the rising, hard cock against her stomach.

She felt him begin and he was slow but firm in his spanks. Slowly, he turned it up and she could feel his handprints. They felt soo good…so right. Yes, spankings hurt but…she needed them…wanted them.

“Color?” He asked.

“Mmm..Green, Sir.” She murmured.

Jim began to get more serious now to test her and enjoy her. He began to snap his wrists.

Sam let out her first moan now as she felt the burn becoming very hot…both on her skin and between her thighs. Jim knew how to spank a woman. Yes, he did. She tried her very best to not flinch or clench. It would mar her curves and his enjoyment. Pointing her toes, she actually tried to arch her ass up for him so it would be an easier target.

Jim watched her correct her position and the sight made his heart and his cock pound. Her cheeks were even rounder now and begged to be turned a darker shade. He would do that. Sam’s tiny thong meant she was, for all intents and purposes, bare to him but if he was going to do more than just spank?

Sam was quickly being driven closer to that lovely mindset: subspace. All her tensions, her loneliness, her problems melted under the blistering of his palm on her backside. She so needed this…she so needed him to do this to her…frequently? Mmm…she did but…no making big decisions when…in this.

“Oh God.” She sobbed out as the first hot wave of nearly coming overtook her.

“Color?” He immediately asked.

“G-g-g-greeen, Sir.” She whimpered.

Jim still decided it was a good idea to slow down. He let his hand move to caress her heated bottom and she pushed into a little and murmured in pleasure. Taking the initiative, he let his hand trail up and carefully put a fingertip under the waistband of her thong.

Sam felt what he was doing. She wasn’t surprised so she moved a little to help him in pulling them down. It should signal her approval to be totally bare to him now.

Jim was relieved when she shifted. He pulled the thong off and down her thighs. It was fine to just leave them at half-mast on her thighs. It was rather sexy.

Sam felt very vulnerable right now. Her senses were reeling and she felt so comfortable under his dominance. She knew what she’d just agreed to by shifting and it made her pussy throb all the more that he hadn’t touched her yet. She arched again.

Jim enjoyed how she was offering herself now. His fingers played over to between her thighs and began to tease her. She was quite wet and it was a joy to pet her soft, short hairs as he made his way to her clit.

Sam remembered they were in a room with other people at the last second before she let out a deep moan of pleasure. Clamping her lips together, it was still audible but only to him. His fingers teased her faster now and a little harder. She was gone. She knew it. She couldn’t resist at this point and would soon start to beg him to finish her.

Jim felt her muscles writhe on his lap and heard her soft mewlings of pleasure, arousal, and need. She was going to be past the point of recovery if kept going. That’s when it hit him. He glanced around and saw similar situations happening in other areas but…as much as he wanted to claim her, it wasn’t like this and it wasn’t here.

Sam felt him begin to slow down and figured he was going to make her truly beg for it. She was about to when he spoke:

“Sam…Sam…I want to…I do but…this is not where or how I want to claim you for our first time. I want you…not just for a fuck…or a spanking. I want you as my submissive. I want to claim you in privacy and put a collar on that lovely neck.” He gasped. “Please, forgive me for stopping but…I had to.”

Sam was a whirlwind of emotions right now. She wanted to be fucked and fucked right now but she was also so moved by his admission, his respect, and his desire for her. She swallowed. “No need to…forgive, Sir. I’m…I’m honored by what you’ve said. May I beg for this claiming to happen tonight though?”

Jim laughed and patted her red bottom possessively. “You may…and I’ll let you beg more later when we’re alone. Understood?” He asked. It was time to be the dom.

“Yes, Sir. I do.” She told him.

He began to pull her thong back up.

“Let it drop, Sir.” She whispered as he helped her to stand.

He watched her dip down and pick up the thong. With a grin, she handed it to him. “I think this belongs to you know, Sir.”

…to be continued…