AI art by Me

It had started innocently enough but it hadn’t ended that way.

Jon watched her eyes as she still was bit dazed and in subspace. It was her first foray into it. The soft smile on her lips attested to the fact she was enjoying and had enjoyed getting there.

It had started as a random conversation in the Eatery at the mall.

Jon Grey was a fan of “people-watching” at the mall which was polite code for enjoying the varying flow of young to not-as-young ladies that went by while he had lunch.

He’d frequented the sandwich stop so much that he could now just tell them he wanted the “usual” and it was all he needed to say. This was also a good place for him to write and keep up on his differing contacts around the Web. Being nice, he did the more questionable things on his phone so as not to broadcast R-rated or worse content on his laptop screen.

Nearing the end of his carbonated-caffeine fuel, he was going to go get a refill when she appeared at his table. Her eyes were a little wild and darting around as if the FBI were hot-on-her-heels.

“May I sit at your table a moment, please?” She asked in a soft voice.

Jon blinked. “Sure. Help yourself.”

She smiled at him with a touch of warmth and pulled out a chair to sit. He eyed her as she started to slightly relax.

“Stalker or ex-boyfriend or both?” He asked. It was taking a calculated risk to put forth that she was heterosexual but he was usually pretty good at picking up those vibes.

Her eyes shot to him and her smile warmed several degrees. “Stalker.” She answered and sat up a little, like she now cared how she looked to him.

“I’m not sure if I’m flattered or offended that you chose me as a stranger to sit with for safety. Either it means I look menacing enough, which I doubt, or I look safe and kind like an uncle or grandpa you remember.” He grinned.

Her eyes narrowed slightly.

They were a shining green. It went well with her ginger-coloring. Yes, she even had ginger eyebrows! He tried very hard not to wonder about the carpet. Her figure leaned more to athletic but he could see she had plenty of curvature in the right places. Sadly, she also seemed rather young.

“Not grandpa.” She told him as she leaned a little towards him. “Maybe uncle or…” She grinned, “Daddy.”

Jon had to agree with her on that one. She looked plenty young enough for him to be her father but it didn’t change the light of interest that was now growing in her eyes.

“I’m Sassa.” She told him.

He laughed. “Did you say you’re Sassy?”

She giggled. It made her loose even a few more years when she did. He began to wonder if he needed to check her ID. “No…my name is Sassa…with AH at the end. Although, I can be and often am a bit sassy.” Her eyes flashed at him to prove it.

Well, he thought. He’d never been one to play things safe anyway. “When did you notice the stalker?” He asked.

“While I was shopping in Victoria’s Secret.” She shrugged. “I saw him watching me pick through the thongs and I decided to leave. He followed. I mean, ick, right?”

He nodded and tried once more to valiantly not think about thongs and Sassa in conjunction with each other. The skirt she was wearing wasn’t all that short but did give a nice look at well-toned calves and lower thighs. She saw him looking and crossed her legs…slowly. Now, he saw the upper thighs matched the lower ones.

“I’m Jon. Jon Grey. A pleasure to meet you, Sassa.” He smiled at her with a bit more warmth than was appropriate for a fatherly figure.

She didn’t seem to mind at all. In fact, she reached over and stole one his french fries, dipped it in his sauce, and began to suck the sauce off of it while her eyes looked straight into his.

Gulp. Jon almost laughed. The move was very erotic and she knew what she was going…to a point. He had a difficult time believing she was old enough to know how to do a good…job of it.

“Hey, there’s a penalty for stealing my fries.” He told her.

“Oh?” She arched an eyebrow. “What is it?”

Penny for a pound, right? “A spanking, of course.” He told her with a very straight face.

Her eyes searched his quickly and her cheeks flushed pink but she didn’t back up or stop sucking on the fry. She began to eat it. “And I took another one?”

Okay, time for play was ending now. “Sassa, I only ever say what I mean or mean to do. I am willing to overlook the first one as you didn’t know, but if you knowingly take a second one? I will be giving you a good spanking either here or somewhere more private. Either way, it will be on what I am sure is a lovely, firm bare ass.”

She slowed her chewing as she thought about it.

She was thinking about it! Who the hell was this girl?

“Before you decide, Sassa. Point of order, your age, please?” He asked in the voice that always got obedience.

She startled slightly at hearing it but then grinned. “Old enough.”

“I will need better than that.” He told her and raised his own eyebrow. His was way more powerful than hers.

She saw it and leaned back to pull a small pouch from a pocket on her skirt. Fishing through it, she produced a drivers license and handed it to him. Jon took it. He was definitely going to check her ID before this continued.

Sassa Banachik was nineteen. Yes, old enough…barely.

He gave it back. “Thank you for that.”

She nodded. “You’re welcome, Sir.” She put it away then looked up. “It is Sir, isn’t it?”

She did know some things or intuited them.

“Yes, it is and I’ve been a Sir or dominant for longer than you’ve been alive.” He told her.

She chuckled now. “I knew that much. For the record, I chose to sit by you because you did look like you could put a proper scare into anyone you chose.”

“But you weren’t afraid of me?” He asked.

She shrugged. “Not in that way, Sir.”

“You don’t need to and probably shouldn’t call me that.” He softly replied.

“What if…” Her hand started to slowly move to his fries. “What if I want to be able to call you that? What if I do want that spanking?” She took the second fry, dipped it, and began to suck it once more. This time she sucked in all the way in before slowly extracting it.

Damn him if she didn’t give out a very soft, low moan as she did so. Her eyes were blazing right now. Sassa was serious. She was also very good at seduction.

“Not a virgin, obviously.” He commented.

She snorted. “Obviously not.” She leaned closer to him, close enough he caught the scent of a very subtle perfume…something flowery. “When other little girls were still playing with dolls at thirteen, Sir? I was playing with a pink toy I called Peter.”

Oh. He nodded to show he believed her. She was a…what? Sexual prodigy? Early bloomer would be the more polite phrasing of it. “You know about dominants and submissives, then?” He asked.

“Some, to be honest, I don’t really see myself as a submissive…the sass, you know, but…I’ve never tried it before. Guess I’m going to be trying at least a part of it since I’m going to get spanked now.” She shrugged.

“You knew I was serious.” He wanted to be clear.

“I did, Sir. I did and I took the second one with full knowledge it would earn me a bare bottom or assed spanking from you.” She glanced around. “I’d prefer, please, if it could be private but you are the dom so I will follow what you say.”

He eyed her a moment. It was time to up the ante. “Thong?” He looked obviously at where it would be.

She nodded. “Yes, Sir. Red. It matches my…coloring, Sir.” Her eyes twinkled.

Well, that answered the carpet question.

“Although, to be fair, I shave bare so you wouldn’t be able to see it right now. I am sorry for the inconvenience of that.” She grinned.

“You can always be told to let it grow.” He told her.

“I can, Sir, that’s true.” She nodded.

“Reach under the table, under you skirt, and slip off the thong and hand it to me.” He commanded her. “As you say, time to find out, isn’t it?”

She swallowed slightly but nodded. “Yes, Sir.” Blowing out a little breath, her hands went under the table and he thoroughly enjoyed the sweet squirm, as he always thought of it, when a woman is sliding her thong or panties off while others might be watching.

Her cheeks blushed a little more but her lips grinned at him. Her eyes told him she knew he was enjoying this and she was enjoying it, too. Leaning side-to-side, she sat up again. “Over the table or under it, Sir?”

“I’ll let you choose.” He answered.

Her eyes checked his and she frowned slightly, Her hand came out from under the table and she held her fist closed and upside down towards him. He held out his hand and she dropped the lacy, red thong onto his palm.

Closing his hand around it, his experienced touch told him she was indeed aroused at the moment. “Hmm…you are interested in that spanking.” He commented.

“Yes, Sir. I would never lie to you…or I won’t ever. I haven’t yet.” She quietly stated, It was because she did it so quietly that he fully believed in her sincerity.

“Why?” He asked.

She sighed. “Well, when I first looked at you? I felt a need to cover my bottom like when I was much younger and was afraid my father would know I deserved a spanking.”

“But you hadn’t done anything yet.” He countered.

She giggled once more. “That thong I just gave you? I didn’t pay for it, Sir.”

He laughed. He laughed again and smiled at her with all his teeth this time.

Her eyes widened slightly to finally see the Big Bad Wolf, but she didn’t flinch or shy away. “Just seeing you made me want to confess my guilt and accept punishment. That was a new…feeling for me, Sir.”

“Was there a stalker?” He asked.

She nodded quickly. “That was very true. He looked to be in his thirties. I was not interested in him. I am drawn to much older men.”

It was his turn to snort. “Obviously. Do you have somewhere nearby for privacy?”

She nodded. “I do. I share a place with two other roommates. They both are working until after six tonight, Sir. We’d be alone for…” she looked at her iWatch, “a good three hours or so.”

He smiled wide again. “That’s an awfully long spanking.”

She shrugged. “I was going to ask…beg? Beg for it to be more than just that, Sir. I was hopeful you’d be amenable.”

“Amenable.” He nodded. “Nice vocabulary.”

“Thank you, Sir.” She gave him a real big smile now and her face lit up.

‘One last test.” He told her.

She grew serious. “I’m ready, Sir.”

“The way you kept my eyes as you took off your thong? It was very good, very sexy. If you were already my submissive, do you know what I would have said?” He asked.

She shook her head as her eyes were glued to his mouth right now.

“Good girl.” He calmly told her.

Sassa gave a slight shiver as he finished saying it.

“Lets go find that apartment.” He told her.

She spoke in a hushed whisper. “Umm…it’s a house, Sir.”

“Even better.” He got up and began to clear his things.

Sassa reached over and began to do it for him. Her smile said it was her job now, thank you, Sir. He let her. As they made their way out. she naturally took his arm and walked a little behind him as a good girl should.

Jon began to ask her a lot of questions about herself. She was very open to answering anything and she did answer anything. He found out that she suspected she might like being spanked in this way because she loved getting spanked when she was getting fucked.

She was fond of oral play and hadn’t really done much with anal but was very willing try anything he wished to do to her. Her love was art and history. She had a fascination with fantasies involving a woman and her dragon.

Jon felt this was akin to some young girls and horses. The more she talked the more fascinated he became. Yes, she was young but she was also very smart, very curious, and very willing. He started to think she might actually have no shame inside of her.

It came out more when they got to is car.

She’d taken public transit to the mall. Jon made a mental note that if things worked between them then she would never again be allowed to take any form of public transportation. He’d gladly cover Uber costs or whatever she needed to keep her safer.

He may be a dom but he was still an old-fashioned gentleman. She seemed surprised in a good way that he opened her door first and had her get in before he would go to his side. As she sat down, she glanced up at him and raised the hem on her skirt to her hips.

Her bare pussy was now on full display. While he watched, she spread her knees so the labia opened slightly. “Pet me, Sir?” She softly asked.

He smiled, closed her door, and got in the driver’s said. Her eyes were tracking him the whole way with a soft kind of hunger in them. Being a bit older, he could delay his gratification. He waited until they were on a main road before he reached over with his right hand and began to stroke up and down her moist slit.

Sassa hummed at first then moved onto soft moans. “Pleassssse?” She drew out the word beautifully. “Pleassssseee, touch me inside, Sir?”

“Not yet, Sassa.” He told her. Instead, he began to torture her clit a little.

Her breathing grew ragged as he increased both speed and pressure.

“Do you know what Edging is, my Dear?” He asked her.

“Hmm?” She asked, being quite distracted. “Umm…yes, Sir. I do.”

“I’m going to let go and I want you to Edge yourself over and over until we get to your house. You will wait until the very last second to stop before you come, is that understood?” He asked in is dom voice.

She whined a little and squirmed but nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

He took back his hand and watched her reach down to take over where he had left off. Sassa bit her lower lip as she made herself more and more aroused.

Her eyes looked over at him in a haze of euphoric bliss. “May I, please, touch my breasts, too?” She begged.

“Take of the shirt and bra so I can watch.” He told her.

“No…no bra, Sir. Don’t…don’t like them.” She told him as she pulled the blouse off and showed him her pert, perky breasts. They came more to a point at the ends than just stayed round. Her nipples were a light pink and very thick and hard right now.

She kept one hand on her clit and began to pinch and twist a nipple with the other one. Jon was impressed because she was cruel to herself in her abuse of her nipple.

She groaned now and her eyes grew needy and he saw the realization in them that no release was allowed. In a few seconds, she stopped all together and sniffled a little. “Ohhhh….ohhhh, Sir….that…oh..” She whimpered.

“Again.” He told her.

She gave him almost a pouty look but nodded. “Yes, Sir.” She sighed and went back to work. It was somwhere after her third edge that she began to beg him to fuck her, fuck her NOW, please???

“Spanking first, remember?” He told her.

She did stick out her lower lip for a moment but relented and went for another edging. He almost felt like taking pity on her but abstained from changing his mind. She needed to learn her choices were no longer her own if she was going to become his.

Sassa was a strong-minded, independent girl and he could tell it was very difficult for her to come to grips with no longer being in control. A soft sob broke out now and then another one.

“Sirrrrrr….” She wailed softly.

“You chose this, remember. If you want, you can finish yourself and I will just drop you off at home.” He told her and meant it.

Her eyes stayed on him as she thought but she shook her head. “Spanking…still deserve spanking.” She rasped.

“I think we’re almost to where you told me. Put back on your shirt, please.” He told her.

“Yes, Sir.” She answered and it was becoming more of natural thing for her now.

“Good girl.” He murmured.

“Ohhh.” She sighed and shivered a little. “It’s…it’s weird how two words can pluck me like a string. They resonate through my whole body and finish in my pussy.”

“A classic sign you do have a desire to submit to someone at least. Good girl is praise for being obedient. You wish to be praised for obedience to someone. Right now, that’s me.

The neighborhood was middle-class and the homes were built about twenty years earlier; however, they were well maintained. The people who lived her cared how their places looked.

As they pulled into the driveway, Jon noted a lot of security cameras around the perimeter of the yard. “Why all the security, Sassa?”

She looked rather stricken for a moment. “I…I’m not allowed to tell you, Sir. I’m very sorry about that but…I just can’t. Please, understand?” She begged him.

“Can you tell me if I am endangering you or others by being here now?” He asked.

She thought about it. “Not for you or others. I might get in trouble if they find out but I promise it isn’t bad.” Her eyes begged him to trust her.

This was the same girl who took off her thong at his command, flashed herself to him, edged her self without mercy, and all because she was trying to be obedient for her first time. He could let it go.

“I’ll trust you.” He told her.

Her face exploded into a huge smile and lit up. “Oh, thank you, Sir.”

She waited for him to let her out but still flashed him once more as she turned to get up. Wicked little slut, wasn’t she? There was a keypad on the door that he turned away from as she opened it.

Inside it seemed like an ordinary house but he could see some strange powerlines going under the door to the basement. He didn’t ask since he knew she couldn’t tell him.

“I share my room, Sir. I’d say the living room is where we would have the most area that is free.” She pointed into the other room.

Walking in there, he saw that whoever had decorated the place had good taste. It was done in earthy-tones so it was soothing and gave you peace. He looked over at Sass to figure out her height and if they’d need to use the sofa or could get away with one of the overstuffed chairs.

He opted for the chair.

Sitting down, he looked up at her and saw her watching him closely.

“When is the last time you were spanked or punished like this?” He asked as be beckoned her to get closer.

She came to him. “I think…my last spanking was when I was ten but I got the belt twice when I was thirteen one and fourteen for the other.”

“What did you think of the belt?” He asked as he reached for her arm.

She distractedly gave it to him and allowed him to pull her across his lap and down she went. “It hurt.” She simply said. “A whole lot more than being spanked. It only took me twice to realize I never wanted a third one.”

“Hmm…so you can be obedient when given proper incentive. Good to know.” He told her as she nestled her into place. “This isn’t too difficult to figure out what will happen next, right?”

“No, Sir. You are going to lift my skirt to spank me on the bare, as I’ve heard said.” She answered.

“Correct.” He began to do so and pulled the hem up her thighs slowly so she’d feel how much of her was being displayed.

She gave a soft gasp as the skirt now was past the beginning of her swelling cheeks. He’d been right. She had a firm, well-rounded ass

“Sports?” He asked.

“And exercises, yes, Sir.” She told him.

“Nervous?” He asked as he rested a hand on her left cheek.

“A little, Sir. This is all very new to…” She yipped as he began to spank her.

“We’re starting.” He told her.

“Oooo, yes, I can feel that, Sir!” She whimpered.

“No clenching your butt cheeks, no flinching them, it’s very unattractive. Keep doing that and this spanking will become a belting instead.” He warned her.

“Yes…Sir….owwww…owwwww!” She yelped a bit louder now.

Jon went to work and taught her a proper lesson on stealing a man’s fries and a thong from a store. He quietly scolded her as he began to work her sit-spots. She was nodding and crying openly now.

“I’m sorry, Sir…so very sorry….sorry…SORRY!” She was getting a little panicked now as she was realizing it would be him and him along who decided when her spanking was over.

Jon knew what to look for and it didn’t take long before her sobs shook her shoulders. Her bottom as a deep, dark red and hot to the touch. “Are you learning your lesson, young lady?” He asked.

“Yeeeeesssss……yessss…Sir.” She sobbed a little more. “I won’t steal again…fries or thongs or panties.”

He gave her some fresh spanks on the upper thighs which made her squeal. “Or anything…no stealing anything!”

“Yes, SIR!” She belted out. “I promise! I promise!!”

He slowed and then began to rub. “And if I catch you stealing another fry or anything else, what do you think should happen?”

She cried a little first but the sniffled some. “I….you…you should use your belt next time, Sir.”

“That’s right. Good girl for knowing that admitting it.

“Th-th-thank you, Sir.” She whimpered. “I’m supposed to say that, right?”

“Correct. Some things the movies get correct.” He told her.

She had been a good girl for him and taken her punishment. Good girls got treats. He told her so as his fingers moved to the crease between her cheeks and down.

Her body knew before she did and arched itself up to meet his first strokes of her pussy and clit. She moaned now and sniffed quickly before moaning some more. He went a little faster and harder.

“Yes…yes, yes, yes…Sir…yes, please…oh, please.” She begged him.

“Please, what?” He asked.

“Ohhh…ummm…can I say what I really want?” She asked.

“Of course, doesn’t mean you’ll get it but it’s better to be specific.” He taught her.

“Well….mmmm….ohhh, Sir. Would you…could you lick me, please?” She begged sweetly.

He smiled. She wanted some oral from him. She’d worked hard so he didn’t mind the idea. He lifted her slightly and turned to sit her down on the chair now.

Spreading her thighs, he knelt before her and heard her soft gasp of surprise as she watched him lower his mouth to her waiting sex. She was very, very wet already so he began to lick up her juices first then let his tongue push past her labia to the very tender, sensitive skin inside.

Sassa giggled and groaned. Her thighs came together to hug his head to her. He enjoyed making her give out such guttural, animal noises as he ate her out. He doubted any of her other lovers had been so patient to give her so much tongue action and let it build her up.

She was getting so very close.

“You may not come without permission.” He told her.

Her eyes snapped open to look down at him in shock.

“Yes, submissives do not own their orgasms anymore. They belong to the dom or master and he decides when and IF the sub can come.

“Ohhhhh!” She whimpered and squirmed. “Please, please, please, please, please, may I cum for you, Sir? Pretty, pretty please?” She begged harder as he continued to make her wait.

There it was! The start of a tear in one eye from frustration at being denied. He nodded. “You may come now…call out my title because it belongs to me, this orgasm.”

“Mmmmhmm!” She nodded. “OhhhhohhhhhhhOHHH YES, Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir. Thank yooooouuu!! She writhed under him as it hit her hard.

He slipped his palms under her ass and squeezed hard on the newly spanked bottom. She squealed and her eyes popped open but it did what he wanted which was to prolong the orgasm.

“OHHhhhhhhhSSssssirrr!” She slurred then giggled and sobbed and giggled some more.

Slowly, he let her come back down.

He stood and pointed to the floor. “Kneel before me, take everything off before you do.”

“Yes, Sir.” She whispered in a daze and stripped quietly then knelt before him.

“Keep your eyes on me.” He added.

“Yes, Sir.” She told him.

This is what had led to where they were now. Her eyes were dazed as she had hit subspace through spanking and then a hard, deep orgasm. It had blended the two into a strong cocktail of emotions.

“What are you thinking, Sassa…my Sassa?” He asked.

Her eyes focused on him as she grinned. “Yes, your Sassa, Sir. I was trying to think..at all, Sir. My mind just blew away. I’ve..I’ve never had to beg to come before.”

“And it made it all that more stronger and deep?” He asked.

“Yeah.” She breathed in dismay. “It did. I understand better now why women make those noises in porn movies. There’s some truth to it after all.”

He laughed. “I’d like to think there is some.”

Something occurred to her then and she cocked her head to look seriously at him. “But, Sir. You haven’t come yet.”

“This is true. I’d rather like to now that you’ve hard your reward for being good for me.” He told her.

“That was for being good?” She asked. “Hell, I’ll be sure to be good all the time, Sir.”

He laughed again. “We’ll see how well that works. Now do you have a choker or some kind of…”

She interrupted. “Collar? Yes, I do. Shall I fetch it, Sir?”

He nodded.

She rose and padded out of the room and down the hall. There was no self-consciousness about being naked. It seems normal to her for some reason.

Sassa game back with a plain, black leather collar that looked like a pet collar. It had the word Slut on it in fake diamond sequence. “I used it for Halloween this year. Naughty schoolgirl.”

“Oh, you didn’t dress up?” He teased.

She giggled as she knelt back in place.

He held it up to her. “Well, if we use this now then it means something very different. Do you understand that?”

She nodded. “Yes, Sir. I do. Means I’m your submissive of my choice and I promise to be obedient, be a good girl, and…be you sex toy sort of, I think?”

“Basically, that’s the gist of it. Yes. I take these things: collars, promises, vows, very seriously. Do not do this if you aren’t sure.”

She stared at the collar and then at him. “I have to say I’m not sure, but… I do want to try and do it because I know it will please you and I so very much want to please you.” Her eyes told him it was true. There were still signs of her daze state from earlier.

“All right.” He opened the latch on it and placed it around her neck. “Now you will keep this one at all times except showering and bathing or going to the hospital.”

She nodded slightly so as not to move too much.

“You promise all the things you just did to me. The sex toy part we will negotiate a little more a little later to find out your limits.” He told her.

“I don’t think I…” She stopped when he put a finger to her lips.

“You’ll speak when allowed to from now on, understood?” He asked.

She nodded.

Jon had his doubts that part was going to work very well or she’d have a black and blue bottom most of the time. He closed the collar and let it fall slightly. It wasn’t too tight but not too loose either.

“You know belong to me. You are my Sassa.” He told her.

She touched the collar and smiled up at him. “I feel it, Sir. I am your Sassa.” Her eyes widened a little and began a little deeper and little more vulnerable. Her heart was beginning to open and it was a powerful time for them both.

“Come up here and kiss me.” He told her.

She giggled. “Oh, yes, please, Sir.” She got up and straddled his thighs before lowering herself gently onto his lap. “Oooo, I can still feel your handprints, Sir. It…it feels pretty good in its way.”

“Kiss?” He reminded her.

“Oh!” She threw herself into now and her arms went around his neck as she began to kiss him gently at first but more passionately with every passing second. Her tongue quested for his submissively. He answered dominantly with his own and she melted into him with a moan that sounded more like a purr.

They kissed like that for some time with small breaks where he kissed, sucked, and nibbled her nipples. She growled softly when he did that part and her next kisses were very hungry for him.

His hands traveled up and down her bare back and over her tight, little bottom.

…to be continued…