Two Agendas, One Desire

Did she just say that? Did she just submit to the reason she KNEW he had come over for? Did those words just come forth from her lips? Oh yes, she wanted him, wanted him to punish her like they had talked about so many times online. Show her what it was like to submit to a man. Show her how it felt to be totally his and no one else's. She could‘nt fathom being anyone elses. Not like this.

His heart felt like it stopped, but his eyes lit up.

"You're sure now. Because once you decide that this is what you want. it is then up to -me- to decide what your punishment is. No turning back."

She shifted foot to foot. Her stomach was in knots, but there he was before her. she trusted him. Implicitly? Yes. Blindly? No. He taught her never to trust anyone blindly, for that would be dangerous.

"I want you to deal with me as you see fit, please.." Her voice sounded small, but it was clear, and the need in her voice was apparent..

He nodded, put his keys down, and walked to her slowly, purposefully.

She looked up at him. There must've been a foot in height difference, and a good hundred pounds of weight separating them. He was just as his pictures showed, just as her mind had hoped. That he wasn't some photo-shop fake Dom created wishful thought on either of their parts.

He stared down at her, the tiny one that embodies everything he'd ever wanted in a woman...everything he'd dared to dream about. Intelligence, strength, the mischievous streak that made them both laugh, an inner beauty he'd been privy to for a year. and now looking down at her, the submissiveness he craved.

"To your room," he said quietly, and she led him there.

She flicked the light on, and before him was her bedroom. In the corner her computer table, the place where she'd told him of her innermost fantasies and desires. Where she sent him a story that he urged her to publish that encompassed those fantasies. And now, they were going to -live- one of those fantasies.

Her room. Her haven. She led him there easily, simply. Upon his soft command. No questions asked. How odd that he could send chills down her spine with a softly spoken sentence. She knew what was to happen here. It excited and scared her to no end. But a good kind of scared. She knew he'd never harm her. Her queen-size bed just in front of them, her computer in the right corner next to her closet. She couldn't count the number of times she had sat here and talked to him, only to fall asleep in the bed a foot away and dream of being safe in his strong embrace.

He looked around, then walked to her bed, sitting on the edge. He watched her, and patted his lap. She sat on his knee with an impish grin.

"I don't think so," he said quietly. The grin dissipated, and she began in real-life and real-time what she only saw on a screen and in her mind's eye with him before..

She got up, took off her robe and her pajama bottoms, then her panties, placing them neatly on the edge of the bed. He nodded his approval, then patted his lap once more.

After removing her robe and pj bottoms, she paused a moment and slipped her panties off her muscled legs. She turned then, a bit shy, not of her body, but worried that he will find her less then attractive. She so desperately wants to please him. To make him desire her as she does him....she takes the few steps forward, and places herself over his lap.

What a strange position she found herself in, nose near the carpet, balanced on his lap like this...she knew she wouldn't fall, because his left arm encircled her waist, and he pinned her legs with one of his.

"Now, young lady," he said, his words soft, yet stern, "I didn't wish our first meeting to come to this, but I believe that you very well knew that I would have little choice but to take care of this matter. You showed little respect for either of us by behaving as you did.."

How different the words were, when he's right here. not on the phone or flashing in text, she thought. She could feel him. She could also feel his hardness growing as his right hand caressed her bottom.

"How I'd hoped," he continued, his palm tracing her bottom, gracing the curves, "That when I first saw you exposed, it would be for something other than punishment?" He sighed, and continued rubbing.

Her eyes grew hot and teary, shame flooding her face red. How she ached to have him as well. "I'm sorry," she sniffled.

"I know you might think you are. but we need to make certain. don't we?"

"Y..yes," she sniffled again, choking back a sob. He nodded, and the gentle rubbing ceased, giving way to her spanking. It started a bit mildly, from the crown of her bottom to just below where bottom and thighs meet. His hand covered quite a bit of area and she felt a pleasant sting, and after the fifteenth or so smack, was actually squirming a bit to get closer to him.

The spanking wasn't what she expected, it was actually turning her on. The way she was positioned over his lap, exposed to him like this, the way she felt him growing hard beneath her, the stinging sensations of his hand against her bare flesh. All this served to drive her rapidly to a point of excitement. She began to wiggle herself upon his lap a bit, trying to scoot forward more so that they were more "intimately" pressed together.

"Enjoying this?" He asked, a grim chuckle in his voice. “Mmm” she said, her bottom an acceptable pink to his eye, and, warm-up complete, he added.."Well, I'm sure you won't be in a moment.."

Her -real- spanking began now, which took her by surprise. His hand hurt! She let out a gasp as the first rain of fire crossed her bottom, and to that gasp, which he interpreted as having gotten through to her, continued, quickening his pace and painting her pink bottom crimson hue.

"You see," he said, each bit of lecture punctuated by moderate to hard spanks, spanks he would occasionally pause and rub her bottom so it wouldn't go numb, "I have discussed this with you, and you played along, humored me into thinking that you'd behave." A torrent of spanks crossed her sit spot, his grip on her waist tightening as she squirmed and began to sob.

"So now, I am getting through to you, although your ears are on this end, you seem to hear me a bit better, don't you, little girl?"

Oh, shit, this hurt! Did she ever think that it hadn't? For all their online talks she could have never imagined the pain that he was putting to her. What happened to that intimate spanking just moments ago? He was spanking her over and over, as though he would never tire. Lecturing her about her behavior like she was some sort of a child. She began to tear up, truly becoming sorry for her actions.

He was answered with a louder sob, borderline of a wail. Her bottom was glowing now...

He wasn't done, though. They'd taken their scening to another level. and she confided that, while she was afraid to actually have him do this. that she trusted him and his judgment in doing so.

"What happens to bad girls?" He asked her quietly, pausing to rub her angry red bottom. She turned and looked up at him, her mouth forming an -O- and her eyes weepy.

"Tell me what happens to bad girls," he asked again, his hardness straining his jeans. How he wanted her!

She sucked in a quick breath as the spanking stopped, how her ass burned, yet she was surprised to find herself quite wet. Somehow through the pain, she had enjoyed it on some level.

She felt him grow harder, if that was possible, beneath her stomach. If he was as large as what he felt like to her, she was in for one hell of a ride. The thought made her even wetter.

That was her last rational thought before she heard him ask the question.."What happens to bad girls"

Oh gods, she thought, knowing the answer he wanted. He was going to nail her in the ass. He was going to push that huge pride and joy of his deep into her tight backdoor. Again, she felt herself grow scared and excited at the same time. She had never done this before.

"They get spanked. and ...fucked in the ass," she said through her tears.

"That's right. they do," he said, her spanking over for now.."How I wanted to make love to you, young lady. How I've longed for you for all this time, but your behavior doesn't allow for it. Because, as you said. bad girls get spanked, and then fucked in the ass."

He stood her up, her legs trembling. He slid his finger into her heat, making her shudder and moan. She was drenched. She dared not rub her bottom, and stood there in her pajama top, unsure of what to do next. She wanted him, and that was more than mutual. And although he wouldn't have her tonight in the -more conventional- way, he would enjoy what was to come.

He took her bed pillows and propped them on the corner of her bed, stacked in three. She looked to him, sniffling and still crying, but with love in her eyes. He winked at her and whispered, "You're doing beautifully. Do you know that?" She smiled through her tears, and he helped her up and over the pillows, her pajama top still intact.

He spread her legs to straddle the pillows like a saddle, bottom high in the air, breasts and nose pushed onto the bed. "Turn your head so you can breathe," he chuckled, watching her in the awkwardness of the position, to which she did and managed a grin.

She'd told him on irc chat where she kept her toys. So he reached under her bed to retrieve the duffel bag. She heard it drop onto the mattress and shuddered in anticipation, her bottom still afire.

Rifling through, he found the bottle of lubricant and applied it liberally to her well-spanked bottom, for she confided that she'd never been taken 'this way' and he was not one that was ill endowed. He actually paused for a moment, afraid that he might be too much for her to take. She could sense his reluctance.

"I trust you and will say 'white' if it's too much," she reassured quietly, 'white' was the safe word they'd discussed.

He stepped out of his shoes, jeans, underwear, and stood there, his manhood ready to burst. He applied the lubricant liberally to himself as well, and sighed at the beauty before him. Her bottom seemed to be throbbing from her spanking and from the anticipation, and slowly, he guided himself into her.

She let out a wail as the head found its mark, working into her tightest spot. He stopped a moment to allow her to adjust to him.

“Oh, this hurts, he feels so huge. I’ve never allowed anyone to be this intimate with me, and here I am letting this man take me in ways I’ve only dreamed about.

Slowly he took her until he was about three-quarters of the way inside. In no way was he going to bury himself all the way for her first time. in due time, perhaps, he'd introduce her to some toys that could help her take him with more ease. but not tonight. Tonight might be 'punishment' but he was not going to cause her to be torn.

She stiffened and her moans began to turn from intense pain to deep pleasure. He began to move back and forth, moving a bit to the side to deliver the occasional spank, along with the admonishments of "And to think that you were such a bad girl that you deserve this," and she would respond with moans like an animal.

Neither of them could take much more, and he reached around and stroked her clitoris.

She shuddered hard. and he spoke the words she prayed to hear.."Yes, you may come now." She screamed and came hard, slickening his hand and backing up toward him, her inflamed bottom now in full contact with his groin, taking him all the way in. That pushed him over the edge and he came deeply inside her bottom, filling her with his hot seed.

She took him. She took him all the way. Her doing. He backed away slowly to ensure she wasn't hurt. But needn't have looked further than her eyes, which were filled with tears and a smile.

"Am I forgiven?" She asked quietly, her voice small, exhausted and warm. "Of course you are," he said, falling beside her on the bed, his hand now on her bottom, still feeling the heat.

They fell asleep there awhile, waking several times to make -sure- that her behavior would improve. And although he didn't take her the more conventional way on this visit. He did make her bottom completely his several more times before dawn. And he knew this was just the beginning.

Sometime in the middle of the night, as he lay asleep in her queen-sized bed, she slipped over to her computer and did a quick search on the police department he worked at. She jotted down the phone number to the station where she could reach him and chuckled softly to herself, wondering how much trouble she would find herself in for calling him at work.

Crawling back into bed she curls up next to her hero, intertwining herself in those strong arms, and falling asleep.