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I trailed my fingertips down the curved crease in her lower back to where it met the cleft of her ass.  My fingers splayed to caress, then squeeze her beautiful bottom. 

“That feels nice, Sir.” She murmurs.

“Does it?” I ask.  “Tell me.”

“Yes, Sir.  It…it gives me goosebumps and makes…my nipples ache.” She whispers.  “God, Sir, what are you doing to me?” Siobhan asks in wonder.

“You tell me,” I command and spank her bare flesh once more.  “Tell me,” I repeat.

She cries out softly but then arches her ass up for more.

I’ve already given her a pretty good spanking, and her ass cheeks are a dark red.  I can see irritated blood vessels already promising some delightful bruises soon.  

“Of course, Sir.” She responds.  “You’re spanking me.”

“Is that all?” I ask, knowing it isn’t, but she has to admit it.

“No, Sir.  You’re turning me on…so much.” She moans.  “Please?”

“Please, what?” I ask.

“Touch me…touch me there, please?” She begs.

“I told you.  I wouldn’t yet…not until you’re very sure.  It’s our first time, and you’re a lot younger than my usual.” I explain.

“Of course, Sir, but….” She whimpered.

I had explained.

It had been that very phrase that started this scene.  

“Of course, Sir.” She’d told me as she helped me out the door of the theater after a late-night movie.  

“You seem to live here,”  I told her.

She laughed.  “Well, summer break, so I basically am here every day.”

“And night,” I added.  “You also don’t miss much.”

Her green eyes focused on me and narrowed.  “Oh, what do you mean?”

“You notice me every time I come here.  Don’t think I don’t know who sent the guys to open the door for me.  I know they aren’t noticing.  It’s you.” I accused her with a piercing gaze.

Her cheeks flushed a dark pink.  “You knew?”

“I did.  I do.  This is a first.  You’ve never offered to help me yourself.” I told her.

“I…” She looked around.  She still held the door open, though I was outside.  “I finally worked up the nerve, Sir.”

“The nerve?  The courage?” I grinned.  “Am I that scary?”

She laughed softly.  “No and yes, Sir.”

Something about the way she was saying it intrigued me.  “Do you always speak so politely to your customers?”

She shook her head.  “No.  I’m good for one sir or so but…you’re different.”

“Different how?” I asked.

Her eyes really narrowed now.  “Come on, Sir.  You know.  I’ve seen you notice me, too, but you’ve never been disrespectful about it.  You’ve said hi and waved but never came over.  Am I so scary?”

It was my turn to laugh.  “Not scary.  So…young.” I shrugged.  “Pretty young women get very tired of old men flirting with them or trying to, and you must get a lot of it.”

She let the door close as she stepped out.  “Why do you say that?”

“You’re very pretty and…you carry yourself with… confidence, which can attract all sorts.  Beauty and brains are a potent combination, but you’re nice enough to elicit interest from those who should be intimidated.”  I explained.

Her eyes widened.  “Go on…please, Sir?”

“They flirt, then see the flash in your eyes, then feel it’s a challenge,” I answered.

“You’ve never tried any of that or seen me flirt.” She responded.

“I never have because I never thought you’d be interested, besides being polite.  I have seen some guys hang around to flirt with you, though, as I am leaving.”  I explained further.

“Oh.  That.” She looked sheepish.  Her eyes searched me longer.  “I…I have about forty minutes of clean up before we close.”  She looked out to the parking lot.  “Will you wait for me?  I’d like to talk more, please, Sir?”

I hesitated.  “When you said summer break, you’re a high school student?”

She grinned.  “No, that was two years ago.  I meant city college.  I’m twenty-one.”

I groaned.  “God, I’m three times your age.  I have to tell you that.”

She laughed once again.  “Thank you for telling me.  It is a little older than I thought, but if it doesn’t bother me, then why should it bother you?  It’s just talking.”

I sighed.  “Your use of Sir tells me it will be more than talk.”

Now she really blushed.  “Oh, um…still.  Will you please wait for me?”

I nodded.  “Sure.  I’m just over there….”

“In the blue SUV.   I know, Sir.  I’ve seen it enough.” She grinned.  “See you in a while.”

I watched her open the door and go back inside.

I went to my car and waited.  She knew what I drove.  She had been watching me.

After only thirty-five minutes, I saw her exit and walk over to my car.  She opened the passenger door and got in.  

“That was a little faster,” I commented.

She shrugged.  “I asked Jaxxon to do part of my chores as a favor.  He thinks you’re pretty cool, too.”

I gasped.  “You told him you were coming out to meet me?”

“Of course, Sir.” She smiled.  “I’m not going to hide it.  He knows me, plus this way if my body is found later I have some safety.  He knows who I’m with.” She giggled.

I processed this as I put on my seatbelt.  Siobhan did the same.  

“It’s pronounced like Shivawn, right?” I asked.

“Yes!  Not many people know that.” She sounded surprised.

“I might have looked it up while I was waiting,” I admitted.  “True confession.”

She looked over at me.  Her dark hair spilled around her face with high cheekbones.  “That’s sweet.”

“Do you want to go somewhere to talk?” I asked.

“Can we do a drive-thru, Sir?” She asked.  “I’m starving.  I’ll buy.”

“Sure.  Where?” I asked.

She told me a place in the same parking lot.  I drove over, and we ordered.  She was hungry and ordered more than I thought would fit in her trim frame.  I ordered something lighter, and we both ordered soda.

When it came time to go to the window, I handed the young lady my card before Siobahn could do a thing.

“Hey!” She protested.  

“If you think I’m letting you buy for me when you’re working at a theater and I’m retired? Besides, you said you know me.  Did you expect otherwise?” I asked.

She blinked twice, then blushed again.  “No, Sir, but I really did mean it.”

“I know you did.  If there’s a next time, then you can pay, promise.” I crossed my heart.

She laughed.  “Deal.”

We took our food and drinks, and I parked nearby.  I watched as she took charge, separated our food, and handed me mine, plus my drink and two napkins.

“Thank you,” I told her.

“Of course, Sir.”  She responded.

“I usually am not fond of that being used over saying you’re welcome, but I like how you say it to me,” I told her.

“Why?” She tilted her head to me.

“I think you mean it when you say it to me.  Of course, you’d be happy to do that and…whatever I wished.” I answered.

“Oh.” She was quiet.  “Well,  I do mean it, Sir.”

It was my turn to tilt and look at her.  “Do you understand what you’re saying?”

She sighed, then put down her food and put her hands over her face as if she was hiding from me.  “I have a confession, too, Sir.”

“Oh?” I wondered what it could be.

She sighed and lowered her head.  “Oh God, this is so….” She took a deep breath.  “I found you on Fet, Sir.”

I was stunned.  I didn’t hide a thing about what I did or liked there.  If she’d found me, then she knew me way better than I had expected.

“Do you follow me?” I asked.

She nodded.  “I have been for about a month now.”

“Will you tell me your account name?” I asked.

“I haven’t posted anything or filled much out.  I’m one of those 100-year-olds living in Antarctica girls.” She shrugged.

“And I bet you still get dick-pics,” I commented.

She giggled.  “Yeah, a few.”

“Paid account?” I asked.

She nodded.

“Then you’ve seen my videos?” I asked.

She nodded again.  “Several times, Sir.”

Well, this changed a lot of things!  How to approach this?

“Have you enjoyed what you’ve seen?” I asked.

Her hands went down, and she nodded.  “Yes, very much, Sir.”

“How much?” I asked, drawing out the words to make my meaning clear.

She blushed an even deeper red.  “Very much, Sir?”

I hesitated on my next question because it crossed a line; however, she’d looked me up from seeing my face on Fet.  Wait.

“How did you think to look for me on Fet?” I asked.

“Oh.  That.” She sighed.  “Well, it was kind of an accident.  See, I’m friends with someone who also follows you and…knows you.”

“Who?” I demanded.

Sheepishly, she told me.  It was one of my youngest play partners.

“How do you know her?” I asked.

“Her little sister and I went to high school together, and you know she isn’t shy about her lifestyle choices.” Siobhan shrugged.  “I was going through her friends on Fet and saw…you.”

“I see.” I ate some food and drank.

“Are you mad at me, Sir?” She asked.

“Why would I be?” I asked.

“Well, I…I’ve kind of stalked you, Sir.  I didn’t let you know or ask permission or….” She let it trail off.

“Permission for what?” I asked and gave her a hard stare.

She fidgeted.  “To…um…enjoy your content, Sir.”

I laughed.  “How many times have you cum to my content, Young Lady?” 

Her eyes went wide as a deer in the headlights.

“Answer me.” I commanded.

“God, Sir, I don’t know for sure.  Um…a couple…dozen…times?” She muttered, and her hands came back up to cover her face.

“And you came pretending it was you I was with in the video?” I asked.

She nodded.

“Use words,” I commanded.

“Yes, Sir.” She whispered.

“You know what I’m doing to you, don’t you?” I asked.

“Yes, Sir.” She answered.

“Lower your hands and look at me.  You’re not allowed to hide from me, understood?” I commanded.

She lowered them and looked at me as her green eyes drew deep and dark.  “Yes, Sir.  I understand, and I will obey.”

“Have you ever done this before?” I asked.

“No, Sir.  Never.  Only fantasized about it.”  She told me.

“Good girl for telling me all the truth,” I responded.

I saw her smile and relax a little.  “You like it when I say that?”

“I do.” She answered.

“You’ve fantasized about tonight, haven’t you?” I asked.

She nodded, then remembered what I’d said earlier.  “Yes, I have, Sir.  I’ll use words, promise.”

“Good girl,” I commented.  “Continue.”

“Continue?” She asked.

“Tell me your fantasy about tonight,” I commanded.

She squirmed.

“Obeying isn’t always easy, is it?” I asked.

“No, it isn’t, Sir.” She whispered.

“But you still want to, don’t you?” I asked.

“I do, Sir.” She sighed.  “I wanted to meet, talk, explain, then ask you something.”

I raised one eyebrow.

“Would you…could you…would you consider spanking me, Sir?” She asked even though she blushed as she said it.  She kept my eyes.

I waited.

“Why?” I asked.

Siobhan was smart and knew what I was asking.  “I’ve been curious.  I think I’m a masochist, and I’m really sure I’m a submissive but…not just for anyone.  Jaxxon…as I said.  He knows me and knows how I feel.  He’s tried…little things, but it doesn’t work.” She shrugged.

“Has he spanked you?” I asked.

“Oh, God, no!” She responded.  “I’d never let him get that far.  No, he’s talked with me like this, and he’s tried to command me in smaller things.  I did obey, but it didn’t really stick?”

“Why not?” I asked.

She ate some food and drank.  I let her have some time.

“He’s a nice guy.  I know he means well, but…I know he doesn’t really mean it.” She sighed.  “You know, like a dad who says he’s going to get the belt but never does.”

“Did your parents use a belt?” I asked.

“No, my mother spanked and paddled me into my early teens, but my father was non-existent.” She explained.

“But you fantasized about a dad whipping you with a belt, didn’t you?” I asked.

She nodded.  “It…it was the first time I orgasmed.”

“And those fantasies do it for you more than dreaming about sex, don’t they?” I asked.

She groaned.  “Yes.”  She looked down.  “As for sex…I…”

I cut her off.  “God, you’re a virgin.”

She shrugged.  “Sorry?  Is it that bad?”

It was my turn to lower my head.  Wow.  I knew enough to know what she needed and wanted.  I didn’t need to know any more; I could take her right now. I knew I could.  I felt it.

“No, it’s very sweet,” I replied.  “Yes, I will spank you, but I will only do that and won’t touch your breasts or pussy.” 

“Why not?!” She sounded angry.

“I won’t until you’re sure you want me to do that.  Being sure in the heat of the moment doesn’t count.  That’s called subspace, and you shouldn’t be taken advantage of.”  I explained.

She was quiet for a moment.  “I see.  Permission to make a counterargument, Sir?”

I laughed.  “You’re not my submissive, Siobhan.  You don’t need permission.”

“But I want it, and I want the other, too.” She answered.

“I’m aware.  Go ahead, anyway.” I waved at her.

She took a sip of her drink, then turned directly to me. 

“Okay, I understand what you’re saying and why.  It’s…” She smiled sweetly, and her eyes warmed.  “It’s why I am here right now doing all this.  I’m very aware that I’ve opened up enough to you that you could have me naked and bouncing on your lap right now.  I’d have done it.  I’d have enjoyed it.  I’d like to think you would, too.” She giggled.

I waited.

“But…you didn’t do that.  You’re hesitating.  You’re making conditions to give me more space and…more dignity than that?” She shrugged.  “I’m not sure, but I’ve already told you that you’ve gotten me off a couple dozen times.  I’d argue you already have fucked me, Sir.  I’d also confess that it’s not just in the one hole either.” Her cheeks pinked.  “I know you like that…and I learned I do, too.  I’m an in-person virgin but not in any other way.”

“So you’re saying you don’t like my condition on touching you?” I asked.

“That’s right.  You already have touched me, Sir.”  She raised her hands in another shrug.  “You’ve already fucked me.”

I laughed.  “Hmm…I do…see your point.  In your fantasy, where does this spanking take place?”

“You’ve hosted before.” She answered.

She was right.  I had and posted it on Fet.  I drove home.

As I pulled into my spot, I smiled as Siobhan began to straighten up my car meticulously.  

“You don’t have to do that,” I told her.

“I want to do it, Sir.” She said and kept going until she had a nice trash bag all ready.  “Is your dumpster nearby?”

I told her where it was, and she quickly walked that direction.  Then I noticed she had cleaned up our dinner and all my other trash in the car.  I waited until she came back and picked up her backpack.  “What?” She asked as I looked at her.

“Very good girl.” I smiled.

She grinned and fidgeted.  “Thank you, Sir.”

As we went through the lobby of my apartment complex, Siobhan looked around.  “Smells nice.” She commented.

“Hmm…smells like old ladies,” I told her.

She giggled.  “Any of them a girlfriend?”

“No.” I shook my head.

“Do they have any idea what you are?” She asked as we got in the elevator.

“Oh, hell, no,” I laughed.  “At least, I don’t think so.  My apartment is very soundproof.”  

“How old would I have to be to live here?” She asked.

I did some quick math. “34 years older than you are now.”

She gave me a look.  “That makes you a dirty old man.”

I shrugged.  “I am what I am, as Popeye says.”

“Who?” She asked.

I just sighed.  “Never mind.”

She slapped my shoulder.  “I’m kidding.  I know who he is and what he says.  Duh…but I am NOT Olive Oil.”

I opened the door to my apartment and let her inside.

She looked around.  “Pretty neat for a bachelor.”

“Thanks.” I nodded.  “There are cold water bottles in the fridge.  You will get out at least one of them for you and another for me, please.”

“Of course, Sir.” She went to the fridge and did as I said.  

“Take some good swallows of that to keep yourself hydrated,” I told her.

“Am I going to sweat that much?” She asked as she cracked one open and took a long swallow.

“It isn’t just for that.  I have no idea how hydrated you are now, and I don’t want you passing out on me.” I grinned wickedly at her.  “Besides, sweat isn’t the only moisture I’m worried about you losing.”

Her eyes widened, and she blushed.  “Fair enough, Sir.”  She walked over and pointed.  “Aren’t these where your toys live?”

I started to ask how she knew, but remembered I had posted a visual catalog of them, including their containers.  “Yes, but no toys tonight.  Tonight, you asked for a spanking, and that’s what you’re going to get.  Good old-fashioned over my lap, bare-bottomed, hand spanking.”

Her eyes glittered.  “Yes, Sir.” She croaked a little, then took another long swallow of water.  “Here.” She handed me my bottle.  “May I use your bathroom?”

I gave her directions, which weren’t hard since there were only three rooms in the whole place.  I moved one of my chairs over to what I considered the spanking chair and waited.

Water ran and the toilet flushed, then I heard her approach.  I stared.

Siobhan no longer wore the black polo shirt and loose slacks of work.  She was now wearing a matching set of light blue bra and thong.  The bra was small enough that it only barely covered her very dark areolas.  Her breast size had… well… increased.

“You strap down for work?” I asked.

She nodded.  “I got really tired of customers, coworkers, and even my boss talking to my chest.  It’s a little uncomfortable, but I get less attention.”

“And you just happened to have these in your backpack?” I asked.

She shrugged.  “A girl’s got to be prepared.”

I shook a finger.  “No, I remember an old phrase that if your girlfriend undresses to show a matching set of sexy underwear, then you didn’t talk her into it.  She’d already decided.  You already decided.”

She shrugged again.  “Is that bad?”

“Not in the slightest.” I motioned for her to come closer.

She looked over at my kitchen counter.  “Um…did you want to…record this?”

I realized part of why she’d looked around so much was to figure out where I kept my phone to record the videos.  “You want me to record it?”

“Yes, please.” She nodded and smiled.

“Why?” I asked.

“Don’t you want to show me off like your other bottoms, Sir?” She asked.

“Why?” I repeated.

“Maybe I want to be shown off, Sir.” She stammered.

“Why?” I asked again and raised my eyebrow.

She squirmed and sighed.  “So I can replay it…as many times as I want.”

“And?” I asked.

“Masturbate and cum over and over, Sir.” She whispered.

“Next time you don’t tell the truth right away, you’ll be punished with soap in that mouth,” I warned her.

Her face paled.  “Yes, Sir.  I understand.  I’m sorry.”

I nodded.  “Good.  I don’t have time for brats.”

“I’m NOT a brat!” She shot at me.

I laughed.  “Now stomp your foot as you say it.”

She almost did before she got the joke and glared at me.  “Well, I’m not.”

“We’ll see.  As for that cum over and over, you wanted to be my submissive?” I asked.

She nodded.  “Yes, Sir.”

“And do my submissives get to cum whenever they want?” I asked.

She frowned and paused.  “Oh.  No…they don’t.  I have to beg every time, Sir?” She sounded appalled.

“You have read my posts and stories, right?” I asked.

She sighed.  “Yes, Sir.” She deflated.

“That’s a discussion for another day.  We have to talk a lot more before I take you as a submissive.  Right now, you’re on probation, which means you will obey or ask why you should obey or give me a reason why you don’t wish to obey.  If you just disobey, then you’re no longer considered.”  I eyed her.  “Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.” She nodded.

“Beg to be put on probation,” I told her.

A wicked smile curled her lips.  “May I please be put on probation so I may obey you, Sir?”

“No,” I said.

Her face dropped.  “Sir?  What?  Why not?”

“You asked, you didn’t beg.  There’s a big difference.  Show me you know it.” I shrugged and crossed my arms.

Her eyes flashed, but she took a deep breath and slowly dropped to her knees before me.  She slightly bowed her head until she looked through her lashes at me.  “Please, Sir.  Please.  I beg you to consider me as a submissive and put me on probation?  I promise to obey and do my very best to please you.  Please, Sir?  I want this very badly.”  She bowed her head and waited.

I paused.  “Feels different, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, Sir.” She whispered but didn’t move.

“How does it feel?” I asked.

“Like I’m already naked before you, Sir.  I am also…afraid now that you will tell me no again, and I really don’t want that.  I really don’t.  Please, Sir?” Her eyes came back up, and I could see the longing in them plus the trepidation.

I sighed.  “First lesson, that’s why I enjoy being me.  What you are giving me right now is…magical, powerful, and very addicting.  You’ve submitted your will to mine of your own free will.  You’re begging me to take you, use you, and play with you as I pretty much wish, right?”

She nodded.  “Yes, Sir.” It was a whisper.

“You look beautiful on your knees, Siobhan,” I told her.

Her body shuddered, and she squirmed.  “Thank you, Sir.”

“You’re a very good girl for me tonight,” I added.

Again, she reacted and thanked me.

“Does being on your knees, begging, being called a good girl please you?” I asked.

She nodded again.  “Very much so, Sir.” Her voice was a little huskier.

“It arouses you?” I asked.

“I’m very, very wet, Sir.  Yes.” She sighed.

“Well, lesson two, that means you are a submissive, Girl.” I smiled.  “I already knew that, but I wanted you to understand it better.”

She smiled warmly.  “Thank you for my lessons, Sir.”

“You’re about to get another one.” I teased.

She nodded.  “I know.  I want it.  Please, Sir?  Will you spank me?”

I sighed again and felt the power course through me again down through my hardening cock.  “I’d love to.  Come here.”

She arose and let me guide her to my left side.  “First, pick up those two pillows to put on the seat of the padded chair next to me.”

Siobhan obeyed but asked, “Why, Sir?”

“To give your upper body support while you’re over my lap. The classic idea of over the lap with no support is well and good for photos and porn videos but…I prefer you to be as comfortable as possible.” I explained.

She set the pillows down and giggled.  “Comfortable while you beat my ass, Sir?”

I shrugged.  “Contradictions, sure, but I rarely need actually to discipline a submissive or slave.  They come willingly to me, so I try to show my appreciation by taking care of them.”

She smiled.  “That’s sweet, Sir.  I didn’t know that.”

“I usually don’t explain it.” I looked at her standing to my left and considered having her strip.  I most often did have bottoms strip naked for me unless they objected.  I knew she wouldn’t, but…not yet.

I set up my phone on the tripod and adjusted it.  I would edit it later and crop it to where I wanted.  I started the video and went back to by the chair.

“Come.” I reached for her, and she let me guide her over my thighs until she was comfortably situated across my lap.

Her little thong didn’t really cover any of her bottom, which was nicely rounded.  I started to ask if touching was okay besides the spanking, but realized it was a moot point after her counterargument earlier.

With my right hand, I gently stroked her lower back up to her shoulders and back down to just before her bottom.  “Are you okay?” I asked as she shivered under my touch.

“Yes, Sir.” She whispered.  “It’s just…actually happening.”

“It is.  Any worries?” I asked.

“No, Sir.  Not at all.” She cleared her throat.  “Please, Sir?  Give me a spanking?”

I patted her bottom with my left hand.  “Good girl for remembering to beg.”

Siobhan wriggled and sighed.  “Of course, Sir.”

I began to spank her slowly at first as a warm-up.  A couple on each cheek as I worked up the speed and strength of them.  She squirmed a little, but I could hear her soft moans of pleasure along with the yelps of pain.  She was a masochist.  

“That was the warm-up.  Ready for the real thing?” I paused and massaged her pink ass cheeks.

“Yes, please?” She asked.

I spanked her harder then and snapped my wrist into it.  She took it very well, and her cries of pain became longer moans of pleasure and arousal.  Every bottom, submissive, or slave will tell you their own unique rhythm they enjoy by the way their bodies move and the sounds they make.  I found hers soon enough.

Carefully, I drove her closer and deeper into getting turned on, then I would pause and massage with my fingers trailing around her upper thighs to graze her very wet patch of fabric covering her mound.

I trailed my fingertips down the curved crease in her lower back to where it met the cleft of her ass.  My fingers splayed to caress, then squeeze her beautiful bottom. 

“That feels nice, Sir.” She murmured.

“Does it?” I asked.  “Tell me.”

“Yes, Sir.  It…it gives me goosebumps and makes…my nipples ache.” She whispers.  “God, Sir, what are you doing to me?” Siobhan asked in wonder.

“You tell me,” I commanded and spanked her bare flesh once more.  “Tell me,” I repeated.

She cried out softly but then arched her ass up for more.

I’ve already given her a pretty good spanking, and her ass cheeks are a dark red.  I can see irritated blood vessels already promising some delightful bruises soon.  

“Of course, Sir.” She responded.  “You’re spanking me.”

“Is that all?” I asked, knowing it isn’t, but she had to admit it.

“No, Sir.  You’re turning me on…so much.” She moans.  “Please?”

“Please, what?” I ask.

“Touch me…touch me there more, please?” She begged.

“I told you.  I wouldn’t yet…not until you’re very sure.  It’s our first time, and you’re a lot younger than my usual.” I explained.

“Of course, Sir, but….” She whimpered. “Please, Sir?!” She was adamant.

“I’m going to take down your thong,” I told her.

“Yes, please?” She arched up to help.

My fingers quickly pulled down the tiny thing until it fell down her thighs.  I watched as she deftly kicked them off.  I tapped her inner thighs.  “That means…” I began.

“I know what it means, Sir.” She whispered as she spread her thighs wider.

“I’m going to spank you again and then…keep going,” I told her.

“Yes, Sir.  Thank you, Sir.” She lowered her head and raised her ass.

I spanked her a little harder this time than ever before and concentrated on her sit-spots.  I left my fingers wrap around to get into her inner thighs and cleft.  

Her cries became deep moans as I slowed and stroked her bare pussy now.  She was drenched and dripping over my fingers as I played with her lips and tickled her clit.  

“Please…” She whimpered.

“Please what?” I asked.

“Please…please…fuck me?” She begged.

“Maybe.” I teased.

She groaned and wiggled her hips in a way that was very sexy.  “Please…oh, please, please, Sir?” She begged harder, and I heard the lovely tinge of fear in her voice.

“No,” I told her.

“Sir!” She cried out and turned to look at me.  “Sir, please, I beg you!  Finger fuck me, Sir?  Please, make me yours, Sir?”

“Hmm.” I sounded thoughtful.  “Why?”

“Because…I need you.  I want you.  I chose you.  I’ve begged you.  I want this.  I want us.” She stammered in a panicked voice.

“Do you now?” I asked.

A sob choked from her.  “I swear it, Sir.  I do. I do.  Please, please, please, take me, use me, please?” She sounded as if tears were close.

“Mmm…good girl to beg so hard,” I told her and plunged two fingers into her as she squealed and pushed back.

I began a slow rhythm which she bucked and begged with her body to speed up.  I let her go faster, then grabbed her long hair with my right hand and pulled her head up.

“Remember, you can’t cum without permission,” I warned her.

“Oh, God!  I know…I…fuck!  Fuck!” She cried out.  “I…please, may I cum, Sir? Please? It’s so close.  Please!!” She nearly yelled.

Sometimes it is better to allow something sooner than you’d like, because if you don’t, they will do it anyway.  This was one of those times.  “You may,” I told her.

“Thank you, thank you!” She squealed, and her body went rigid then spasmed.  Siobhan cried, laughed, and moaned as her orgasm hit and hit hard.  It shook her whole body.

I slowed my pumping as her high began to fade slowly.

She panted over my lap as she tried to get her breath back.  

I surveyed her bottom and knew she’d be feeling it for the next two or three days, then I patted her ass.  “Off you go and kneel at my feet,” I told her.

She slid off and obeyed.  

I guided her head until it was between my knees and began to stroke her hair.  She calmed and relaxed under my touch.  “From now on, this is Home position when I call for it.  This is to let you enjoy the quiet in your mind, the ache in your bottom, and the obedience you are giving to me.”  I explained.

She nodded silently.  

“Feels good?” I asked.

“Very good, Sir.” She muttered.

“You don’t mind kneeling before me?” I asked.

She looked up with her green eyes glinting with unshed tears.  “I love it, Sir.  It feels…perfect.” She bowed her head again and rested it between my knees.  

We stayed like that for a couple of minutes as she recovered and recentered.

“Lap,” I told her.

She climbed up into my lap, but I guided her to straddle me.  She did so easily and clutched onto my neck and buried her face in my neck.  Soft shuddering played through her body again, and I heard quiet tears.

After a moment, she leaned back enough to undo her bra and shrug it off, then embraced me again.  Soon, soft kisses touched my neck and up to my earlobes, where she sucked at them and nibbled.

I moaned a little.

Siobhan giggled and got bolder, with little nibbles on my neck, then trailed kisses to my mouth, where we kissed each other deeply.  We stayed like that for a while until we needed air.

“So? Good fantasy?” I asked.

She laughed.  “Better than the fantasy, Sir.”  She looked into my eyes.  “Don’t you want me to take care of you, too?”

I knew she could feel the bulge of my cock against her body.

I started to protest, but she kissed me.  “Please?”  She did it again and repeated herself.  

Slowly, she slid off my lap and began to undo my pants as she kept kissing and begging me.  I didn’t stop her.  

Soon, she had me drained, cleaned, and back together.  She knelt before me with a soft grin.  “Is Sir happy with me?” She asked.

I sighed and grinned back at her.  “Very.”

She turned to eye where the toys were.  “Can I pick out a toy to try, Sir?”

“Not this week,” I told her.

She turned back to me.  “You mean, I can next week?”

“I don’t see why not.” I shrugged.  “Same night, next week?”

“And the week after?” She prompted.

“And after…and after….”  I patted my lap.  “I’m not done with you for this week.”

“Yes, Sir!” She hopped up and straddled me.