Page 14 of Stuck with You

“What?” she gasped. “I mean, what ma’am?”

“Since you were a bad girl and got excited during your spanking, your punishment is for you to experience excitement without release.”

When she just looked at me blankly I enunciated, “No orgasm for you. Only good girls get orgasms.”

“But…”

I held up a hand. “I’ll make you come…”

She sagged back down in relief.

“Next week.”

She made a huff of frustration.

“But only if you’re a good girl. You cannot get yourself off this week. If you so much as slide a finger or a toy into this pussy, I’ll tie you to a post and punish you even worse.”

From my position near her legs I saw a trickle of moisture drip out onto the table.

“If you wait like a good girl, I’ll make you come so hard you’ll forget your name.” I met her gaze and held it for a long moment. “Now get dressed. Our time is up here.”

Aubrey

Ispent the next week in a constant state of arousal. Every time I closed my eyes I saw myself bound on the table while Taylor teased my skin with the flogger. But as exciting as the experience was, it was also confusing. I’d never been attracted to a woman. I’d certainly neverburnedfor anyone I’d been with. But I burned for Taylor. I just couldn’t explain it.

A dozen times I started to slide my hand between my legs to get a little relief and every time something made me stop – the memory of that beautiful stern face as she ordered me not to touch myself. There was no way that Taylor would know what I did in the privacy of my own home and yet some previously unknown part of me wanted to obey.

“So you have a hidden kinky side,” my sister Bree said when I told her about my dilemma over dinner midweek. Bree wasn’tonly my sister, she was my best friend. “What’s wrong with that?”

“Remember when I dated that guy Bob?” I asked.

“The old guy?”

“He wasn’t that old,” I protested.

Bree raised a skeptical eyebrow.

“He was twelve years older than me. A few times he tried to be all alpha like,” I lowered my voice to imitate my ex-boyfriend, “This pussy is mine. Don’t come yet.I just laughed at him and said no man was going to control me.”

“But a woman can?”

“No,” I clarified. “Taylor can. I don’t understand why. I mean she made me crawl on the floor and I liked it. I always thought I was a strong woman.”

“Youarea strong woman,” Bree said. “Isn’t BDSM all about trust and control? Taylor didn’ttakecontrol, yougaveher the control. It was your choice. And that’s powerful. Besides, different people push different buttons physically, at least that’s what I’ve found. Taylor pushes your kinky buttons. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with that. Just go for it.”

My sister’s words were still rolling around in my head Saturday morning when I joined Taylor and the rest of the work crew for our community service. The grumpy deputy from last week was back, still grumpy, and this time Taylor and I were assigned different teams. Other than quick glimpses, I didn’t see her all day.

When our shift ended I waited for Taylor by her car, wanting to firm up our plans for the evening. Other than a few brief texts asking for confirmation that I hadn’t touched myself, I hadn’t spoken to her all week.

“Hey, how was your shift?” I asked, trying to be casual.

“It was trash,” she replied sardonically.

I stifled a giggle. “I, uh, wanted to confirm that I was meeting you at the club again tonight?”

“You’re not going to chicken out?” she asked, her tone almost teasing.

“Nope.”

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