Promises

It all started with a simple statement. A promise perhaps. They were laying in bed one night during the week after she had just come off of his lap from one of her good girl spankings and rewards she always craved. She looked up at him, a smile across her face and at that moment, he told her that he had something special planned for them this weekend. Her heart stopped. It wasn't that he didn't surprise her from time to time, in fact, he did it often. However, there was something in the tone of his voice that told her this weekend would be different.

He had casually mentioned for months that he had wanted to see her with another man and how much pleasure he would get from giving her directions on how to please someone else as he watched. She never thought he was serious, but she should have known better because it was rare if ever that he said something he didn't mean. However, she never thought he would actually want to share her or her pleasure. She wanted it to be his and only his, but she had to remind herself that this wasn't about what she wanted. Well, in many ways it was because she wanted to please him. His pleasure was her ultimate goal and this is what he wanted from her. Yet, it was still hard to think about being with someone else after so long of it just being him.

She wanted to ask him a million questions, but she couldn't concentrate enough to even formulate one at that minute. Plus, she knew that when he was ready to tell her if this in fact was what he had planned, he would, but deep down, she knew.

The week went by so slowly. She had more difficulty than usual concentrating at work. She wondered what he had planned and her mind ran in a million different directions, but always ended with him being proud of her, of her showing him what a good girl she actually was for him. Only for him. She could do this for him if this in fact is what he had in store for her.

She kept hoping that he'd give her a hint throughout the week, but no luck. Every time she brought the weekend up, her told her not to worry and that he was taking care of everything, emphasizing the word everything. That is one of the things she loved most about him. He took care of things. He let her know if she was expected to do something. She didn't have to guess or wonder. The only wondering she did was daydreaming and fantasizing and she found herself doing that more than she was willing to admit especially this week as her mind was in overdrive.

Friday finally arrived. She was used to hearing from him at lunch time almost daily as he checked on her to see how her day was going and to see if she was behaving. She looked forward to that call or text each today, but today it never came. She kept checking her phone thinking maybe she just didn't hear it ring, but there were no missed calls or messages. This left her in turmoil because it wasn't like him. Had he forgot he told her they were going to do something special this weekend? Surely not as she tried each night to get a hint from him. Had he changed his mind? Since she wasn't completely sure what he had in mind, she didn't know. If he really intended to share her, did she want him to change his mind? Part of her kept saying yes, almost praying that he would, but she remembered that not only would this please him, but she knew without a doubt that he would never do anything to put her in danger or cause her harm. She was his, his to use for his pleasure, but also his to protect and cherish.

As she finished her lunch break without hearing from him, she went back to her desk. Her voicemail light was blinking. She always dreaded that light because she never knew what the message would be or what situation she would have to diffuse this time. Putting in her passcode, she took a deep breath. She was frustrated and now she had to possibly deal with another situation or "fire." However, as soon as the message started, a smile spread across her face and she finally released that breath she didn't realize she had been holding. It was his voice. The moisture between her legs grew and her body came alive as always when she heard his voice.

"I just wanted to remind you that we have special plans this weekend little girl. I want you to be ready for me to pick you up at work at 3," he instructed, knowing she always left early on Fridays.

"Be waiting for me in the lobby. You won't need your car this weekend, so, I'll take you to work on Monday morning." He knew she worried about everything and didn't want her to think about how she'd get to work or how she'd be without a car all weekend.

"And by the way, before you come outside to be picked up, be sure to remove your panties. You won't be needing any of those for the rest of the weekend. I've taken care of everything else and your bag is already packed."

As if she wasn't wet enough by hearing his voice give her such clear instructions, that last one sent a jolt through her and a rush of blood and moisture to her, no, to his pussy.

She had two hours to wait. He knew the effect that would have on her and that's why he left her a message instead of calling her on her cell where he knew he'd be sure to reach her. He wanted her anticipation to build. He loved keeping her on the edge because he knew what that did to not only her mind, but to her body as well. He knew with one touch that shivers would run down her body, but not shivers because she was cold. In fact, thiese shivers would warm her in the most responsive part of her body.

Watching the minutes pass slowly at the corner of her computer screen, finally 2:45 appeared. She wanted to keep her panties on as long as possible to keep her wetness from leaving a spot on her sundress, but she knew it was time for them to come off. She secretly wished he was there to do it for her. She always preferred when he undressed her as opposed to making her do it herself, but that was not an option today.

So, she quickly gathered her things together to leave for the weekend and headed down the hall to the ladies room to follow his instructions. Once she was sure the door was locked, she set her bag down and slowly moved her hands up under her dress to grasp the sides of her panties and slowly pulled them down her legs, very concious of the cool air coming in contact with his already very wet pussy. She lost her balance a bit, so, she held onto the sink and lifted each of her legs up to remove the panties from her ankles. Having her panties around her ankles reminded her of being over his lap, but she couldn't get distracted... not now. There was no time.

Noticing the wet spot on her panties, she blushed and quickly folded up the evidence of her arousal and placed them in her purse. She didn't have time to waste, so, she quickly smoothed her dress down over her hips making sure she was presentable and not exposed. There was only one person she wanted to be exposed to and soon he'd be there if he wasn't already. Washing her hands and quickly deciding to let her hair down, she rushed out of the ladies room to the front door and lobby. Happy, but anxious, she wasn't surprised that he was already waiting for her outside.

She lit up when she saw him standing next to the car waiting for her. When he saw her coming towards him, he smiled and began to feel his own arousal in his pants. She did that to him easily, but the fact that tonight would be another first for her, the feeling was even stronger. He loved exposing her to new sensations and experiences while exploring her limits.

Opening his arms, she quickly moved between his arms, laying her head next to his chest, feeling his heart beating. Kissing the top of her head, he moved his left hand up to her neck, grabbing a handful of her hair while his right hand slid down her back over her ass to make sure she followed his instructions. She knew what he was doing and knew he wouldn't be disappointed. When his hand reached the bottom of her ass satisfied that she had followed his order, he cupped it, pulling her closer to him while using the grasp on her hair to move her head to the side to give him access to her ear and neck. He felt her gasp a bit as he leaned down and whispered, "Are you ready for what I have in store for you this weekend little girl?"

His breath tickled her neck sending another shiver down her spine as she took a deep breath and let out a sigh.

"Answer me," he ordered as she took a moment to find her voice.

"Yes, Daddy. I'm ready," she replied as she raised her eyes up to him expectably, looking for a hint in his eyes, face. Not letting go of her hair, but moving his hand that rested on her bottom up to her face, he brought his lips to hers, claiming her mouth with his quickly. He felt her relax in that instant. She was his and he knew it, she knew it.

Breaking the kiss, leaving her breathless as usual, he looked down at her and started to walk towards the passenger side of the car expecting her to follow him and she did. Opening the door, he quickly, but sharply spanked her bottom to tell her to get in. She bent her body to get into the car and then felt the skin of her bottom come in contact with the seat. She had to adjust her sundress because she didn't want to leave a wet spot on the seat and she was squirming a bit trying to make herself comfortable when he sat down behind the steering wheel ready to head off to their unknown destination.

"Remember to keep your knees apart," he reminded her. Quickly opening her knees a bit, she heard the warning in his voice as he said, "Wider." She let out a small moan and opened her knees further apart, giving him easy access to her pussy should he want or need it. This made her feel naughty, wanton, but she loved it. She loved every minute of it and sat in silence begging him in her mind to touch her. She needed to be touched. She craved his touch more each day. Unfortunately for her, he kept his eyes on the road and his hands on the steering wheel as he talked to her about her day. He still wasn't giving her any hints.

They drove about two hours before they stopped for a quick bite to eat at a small cafe in a small town. They talked and laughed, his hand brushing hers or her knee whenever he had the chance. He knew how much she liked feeling his hands on her, but he also liked touching her. Touching her was his way of reminding her without words that she belonged to him.

She couldn't handle it any longer and came out and asked," So, what are we doing this weekend Daddy?" She didn't mind using Daddy in public, but lowered her voice a little just in case. He simply smiled and said, "We are having a nice dinner and soon we'll be back on the road for about an hour." She started trying to figure out where they would be in an hour, but she couldn't figure it out. She didn't know of any cities nearby. Hmmmm she was thinking. He loved watching her mind work.

Wrapping up dinner and being satisfied that she'd have energy for the rest of the night, they returned to the car, him escorting her, guiding her by placing his hand firmly in the small of her back. She got a chill again just as she did every time he did that. It was a subtle hint. A subtle reminder. Once she was in the car, he bent down and kissed her lips once more and then gave her one more instruction before he went around to his side.

"Pull your dress up. I want to see your knees open and your pussy on display for me as we finish our drive."

Quickly pulling her dress up, she wanted him to touch her, to feel the wetness that was already between her legs, but he wasn't going to give her that satisfaction, not yet. He wanted her longing, craving, and needing him. However, he loved seeing her on display like that for him. Pulling away for the last leg of the trip, his hand grabbed hers and squeezed making her settle back into the seat and close her eyes. He was driving her crazy and he knew it.

In less than an hour, they started driving down a winding road through a quaint village. It was a cute town filled with history and character, but not someplace they would normally visit. Soon they pulled up through a set of gates and she saw the sign. She forgot about this place, but had told him many times she'd like to visit. There was a large inn with lots of small private cottages scattered along the grounds. She looked over to him and smiled, pleased he had brought her there and thinking maybe that meant it would just be the two of them Relieved until he smiled back her, she saw it in his eyes. There was more. She saw the promise in his eyes and she took a deep breath and settled back against the seat. Once again, he took her hand in his, squeezing gently, reassuring her.

Leaving the car out front of the main inn, he went and checked them in as she waited in the car, her pussy more wet than it had been during the drive as she waited...Coming out of the inn quickly, he got back into the car and drove them around to one of the cottages. Parking the car, he leaned over and kissed her cheek, touched her arm gently and whispered hotly in her ear, "You will never forget tonight baby."

Biting her lip, her heart started to race as he got out of the car to get the bags and then open the door for her to help her out. Once again, he guided her down the path to the cottage they would be staying in for the weekend.

"How long are we staying Daddy?" she asked.

"Until Monday morning, little girl. We'll leave early enough Monday to get to work in time, so, don't worry. However, I want you to myself this weekend. No outside distractions, except for maybe one. This isn't your only surprise," he answered.

As she thought about that statement, she knew maybe she was right about what he had planned for the weekend, but when? When would it happen? Her tummy was in knots and filled with butterflies.

Letting her into the cottage, she took in the room before her. It was beautiful. It wasn't filled with antiques or any of the old decor some of these places were known for and some people loved. This was elegant, but the colors soft and soothing. Then she saw the bed. Although it fit in with the rest of the room, it clearly stood out as it wasn't as soft as everything around her. No, it was hard, but it was beautiful. Iron posts and backboard with beautiful scroll work. She couldn't help but think he chose this room for the bed as she pictured herself cuffed to headboard.

He was watching her as she took in the room and knew what she was thinking. He could see it on her face as she got her first glance at the bed. She couldn't hide the blush on her cheeks from him and he knew if he were to run his hand up her thigh at that moment that he would find her folds slick with her own juices. He loved when she was wet for him.

"We don't have a lot of time to waste tonight. Sit on the bed.," he told her. "I need to get you ready, but first I need to make a call."

He left her there sitting and thinking about what he meant as he stepped outside to make his phone call. She couldn't help but try to think who he could possibly calling and despite what her brain told her, she found the wetness between her legs grow even more.

He wasn't gone long as he walked up to where she was sitting on the bed. Spreading her knees more for him, so he could stand between them, he bent down and claimed her mouth one more time and then moved his kisses down her neck, over to her ear, where he whispered, "Tonight is for me baby. Tonight, more than ever, you will show me how much you belong to me." She belonged to him, how could she show him any more than she already did, she thought to herself. A realization hit her. Her initial thoughts about this weekend were confirmed at that moment.

Leaving her breathless, sitting on the bed, he walked into the bathroom and began to draw her a bath. As the water was running, he called to her to join him in the bathroom. Her heart was racing, her legs almost weak, but she slid off the bed and walked to the bathroom. She hadn't seen it when they first entered the room, but it was as beautiful as the rest of the room. She imagined them sharing the bathtub, but that wasn't in his plans, not tonight.

As she approached, he slipped the straps of her sundress off her shoulders over her arms realizing that the dress didn't allow her to wear a bra and realizing at that point that she was completely bare for him under the dress. He wanted her now, but there was no time. Leaning down to kiss her shoulder and neck, he let the dress fall down around her legs. Taking her hand, he helped her step away from the dress and told her to step out of her sandals which she quickly did. Helping her into the tub, he removed his shirt, so, he wouldn't get it wet. As she sunk into the bubbles, she watched him carefully. She loved the look of his shoulders and chest. So many times she had buried her head in his chest. It was one of her safe places with him.

Kneeling down next to the tub, he pulled her hair back so it wouldn't get wet and started to use his fingers and hands to explore her body. She threw her head back, loving the way he worked her body.

"Open your eyes," he ordered. He wanted to watch her eyes dance.

He used the soap and his hand to wash her, he didn't want a sponge or anything as he wanted her to feel the electricity she felt when he touched her and he wanted to feel her body react to each of his touches. He used the back of his hand to graze her nipples and her eyes lit up as she felt it harden from his one touch. Doing the same to the other nipple, she once again closed her eyes to take in the sensation.

"Open your eyes, did you forget what I just told you?" demanding an answer.

"No Daddy. I didn't forget. I'm sorry," she replied almost in a panic. She let her body tell her what to do instead of him. She had been in trouble for that in the past. She didn't want to be in trouble.

"Consider that your first and only warning for the night little girl," he said as his hands continued down her body.

Reaching her pussy, he ran the soap between her legs, causing her to whimper a bit. He adored that sound. Using his fingers and the soap to explore her folds, he watched her face and eyes as she responded even more to his touch. She never could get enough of his touch anywhere on her body, but especially between her legs. She was greedy when it came to that and it was one thing that he happily indulged her in.

Pleased with the juices she had between her legs, he leaned down closer to her face, so his eyes were looking right at her, almost through her, he asked, "Whose pussy is this?"

"Yours Sir. It is your pussy," she whispered as she felt a finger enter her. There was a shift. She knew that this was about his pleasure, about him commanding her body and that made her feel sexy and powerful, but submissive and willing to please at the same time. These are the times when she called him Sir instead of Daddy. She knew the shift well.

"That's right baby, it is my pussy. Just like the rest of you. You are mine to do what I want with and tonight, I want to see how you react to being with another man."

Taking a deep breath, she replied, "Yes, Sir."

"You aren't going to disappoint me, are you Joyce?" he asked.

"Umm...No Sir. I hope I don't disappoint you Sir," her voice slightly shaking. He knew she was nervous.

As he gently washed the rest of her body, he watched her even more intently now. Her eyes were responding just as much as her body. When he was satisfied that she was clean, he had her stand up and helped her out of the tub. Taking a large towel, he slowly and deliberately dried her off, starting at her ankles and moving upwards avoiding between her legs wanting to leave her wet and craving his touch. After she was dry enough, he took some of the scented baby oil gel she usually uses. She was surprised he had remembered to pack that, but she knew he liked how her skin felt after she used it. Squirting a small amount in his palms, he massaged it into her legs and ordered her to turn around, so, he could do the same to her bottom. He was going to have fun with her bottom tonight he thought to himself. After paying more than sufficient attention to her bottom and getting her more excited, he had her wrap the towel around her as he left the room for a second.