Short Stories

Jasmine looked beautiful with her legs separated by a spreader bar and her arms fully extended above her. I flicked my wrist and landed a gentle hit between her legs. I wanted to warm her up slowly. One after the other I landed them between her legs, increasing the intensity as I went. 

Jasmine looked forward bravely but I knew she was starting to feel it. I paused for a  moment and walked around behind her pulling a blindfold off the dresser and placing it over her eyes. As I adjusted, I brushed her cheek with my hand. "Good girl" I said as I stroked her cheek. "I'm proud of you."

I went back to slowly flogging her pussy. It was starting to turn red and she started whimpering as each new hit landed. 

I moved forward to admire my handiwork. "This excites you" I laughed as I felt the wetness between her legs. "Open your mouth" I commanded, sticking my wet fingers in her mouth. She obediently began to suck. "Good girl", I said pulling them out and stroking her cheek again.

"I'll give you an option" I said. "I can continue flogging your pussy or we can move on to your breasts. I'll let you choose"  I offered her.

"My pussy is throbbing. Can we do the breasts, please, Sir?"

"Of course" I said with a smile. There's only one problem. You forgot something. 

She paused, confused for a moment, and then it hit her. "Thank you, Sir. Thank you for flogging my pussy," she said a bit too enthusiastically. "Thank you for giving me the option to flog my breasts instead, Sir."

She knew what she'd done wrong and was trying her best to make up for it. 

"Good" I said, "but a little late. We're going to have to make sure you don't forget again."

Jasmine moaned with displeasure.

"What was that?" I asked sternly? 

"Sorry, Sir. I didn't mean it" she said, realizing she was getting in bigger trouble by the second. 

I opened the top dresser drawer removing a pair of stainless steel nipple clamps that were connected by a thin chain. I pinched her left nipple as I opened the clamp. Jasmine knew better than to fight it. Her face was contorted into a wince but she didn't make a sound. I attached the first one and moved on to the second. Squeezing this one a bit harder and twisting it as I closed the clamp over it. Again, not a sound. 

"Open your mouth" I commanded sternly.  She immediately opened not knowing what to expect. I placed the chain in her mouth. "Bite down. You're going to hold onto this with your teeth as I flog your breasts. If you let go, I'm going to switch to a cane and you know how much more that hurts." I said as stepped back to continue the flogging. 

To be continued...

This one is a bit shorter than I'd like but I'm falling asleep so I'll have to finish another night 

Even after two days, Jasmine cheeks were still bruised. I'm not going to lie, it was a huge turn on.

"Come here, Baby" I said as she walked into our bedroom that night. "Let me see your cheeks. Bend over."

She obediently turned around and bent over holding her ankles for balance. I gently stroked my handiwork. Pressing in until she winced and then I went back to stroking.

"How does it feel?" I asked.
"A bit sore, Sir." she answered honestly. "But, oddly, I think I like it. I like feeling it every time I sit. It hurts a bit but it pulls me back into subspace and I like that feeling."

"I'm really glad you feel that way, Babe," I said with a gentle smile, pulling her into my arms. "I enjoy marking you as mine." I said with a grin.

"Being upfront with you, you've been the model slavegirl these last two days and deserve to be rewarded, not punished. But, I cant help it, I'm feeling like I need an outlet for the sadist in me tonight. Would you do it for me? "I asked.

I was hopeful she'd say yes, but I would never force an undeserved punishment on her just for my enjoyment. She'd have to volunteer for it.

"Remember, this is 100% optional. I won't be upset if you say no."

"If that's what you want, of course I'll do it." she said without hesitating at all. "I want whatever you want. My body is yours to do with as you please. You taking full advantage of that makes me so happy." She said. "If me taking a little pain makes you happy, then I want to do it."

"Are you 100% certain you want to do this?", I asked. "I'm not going to go light on you just because you're volonterring for it. It will hurt. If anything, it may hurt more than a standard punishment since I'm doing this for my pleasure and won't be limited by the severity of your infraction. "

"Yes, I'm 100% sure"

She did sound sure. Scared, but certain.

"Okay, let's begin then. Come to the playroom." I said switching to my stern in-scene voice.

She crawled off the bed elegantly arching her back and crawled beside me as I walked, an imaginary leash keeping her a half step behind me.

As she crawled into the room she sat back in a kneeling position waiting for instruction.

"Present your wrists" I commanded. She immediately raised her wrists above her head, as she'd been trained to do.

"Good girl."

We'd only been in this dynamic for two months, but Jasmine was a super fast learner and responded immediately to any of the twelve positions she'd been trained to take on command.

I fastened the cuffs to her wrists and gently pulled her up to a standing position. I then raised her arms clipping the cuffs to the winch I had fastened to the ceiling. As I tightened the winch forcing her on her tiptoes, I admired how through all of this she managed to appear so graceful and dignified. She didn't see her position as degrading. To the contrary, she viewed her body and femininity as a piece of art that I treasured.

As Jasmine hung by her arms from the ceiling, her toes just hitting the ground, I bent down with the spreader bar.

"Spread your legs." I commanded.

She struggled to do so. Her toes barely able to touch the ground. So I loosened the winch a tad giving her some slack.

"Thank you, Sir." she said appreciatively.

With her legs now spread and her whole body stretched from the ceiling, I had access to every inch of her body. I took my favorite flogger off the wall. It was short, only 18 inches. The weathered oxblood cowhide felt just right in my hand.

Ihad had had it made at a leather shop in Florence three years ago when I had first started dabbling in BDSM. I remember the owner grinning ear to ear when he saw how sheepish I was at the request. He had come highly reccomeded by some new friends I'd met at a munch, but even so, this was all so new at the time.

"Si, Si! Nessun Problema." he reassured me.

A week later, I came back to find this beauty waiting for me. As I twirled it in my hand, I felt the weight in the handle. He had weighted it for better control. They weren't exaggerating when they said he was the best. I hadn't asked him to but he'd even added my initials to the base of the handle. It was a nice personal touch.

To be continued...

It was another long day at the office. I'd finally let Darryl, the new hire, go. It wasn't for a lack of effort on his part, he just wasn't a fit. I've never enjoyed this part of my job, firing someone. It's not that I'm conflict averse. To the contrary, I prefer dealing with conflict head on. The part that I struggle with is knowing that the fact that the person I'm now letting go is out of a job, is partially my falt. Clearly, I missed something in the interview process. This was something I'd have to improve on.

I pulled up to the garage and parked my car, hanging the keys on the hook. As I stepped into the house and walked into the kitchen expectantly, I saw Jasmine wasn't there. It wasn't like her. For the past few months she'd never been late from work without letting me know in advance, and whenever she was home she never missed greeting me in position.

I quickly dialed her number and was surprised when she picked up calmly.

"Hey" she greeted me. 

"Is everything okay?" I asked with concern?"

"Ye, I just had a deadline I'd forgotten about and forgot to text you. I'll be home in a bit and get some food on the fire"

Now, I knew something was definitely up. This wasn't like her at all. She knew I didn't really care for the food and something was up that she wasn't telling me. 

As Jasmine walked in the door, she saw me sittimg waiting for her on the armchair with her paddle in hand. I couldnt tell if that look on her face was fear, anticipating her punsihment, or could it be the hint of a smile she ws trying to mask?

I wasnt about to have a lengthy conversation if she wasn't being upfront. I'd need to break down her defenses a bit and get her into a place where she'd be open with me.

I moved over to the couch and motioned for her to bend over. She saw I was visibly upset and I could tell it bothered her.

"Can I try and explain what happened, Sir?" she asked?

""You'll get your chance." I said, "but, for now, bend over."

As she bent over my knee, I lifted her dress up above her cheeks. She wasn't wearing panties, a privelege she'd lost this week. I started rubbing her cheeks to get some blood flow going and began paddling her.

"One, thank you, Sir." She counted obediently. 

"Two, thank you, Sir."

I began increasing the intensity. Usually, I'd stop after twenty strokes but I knew it wouldn't be enough for what I was trying to achieve tonight. 

"Forty, thank you, Sir." She gasped as her voice began to crack. Her cheeks were bright red with the center starting to turn purple. Jasmine had a high pain tolerance, but with the Intensity of my swings it was getting to her.

"Forty-five, thank you, Sir." She whispered barely audibly between sobs. Her cheeks had mean looking dark purple welts at this point. Even though I knew she'd take them without using her safeword, there was no reason to continue further. Her defenses were completely broken.

"Are you ready to talk?" I asked gently.

She nodded between sobs.

"You had me worried. What happened today? Don't give me any stories about forgetting to text. What really hapened?"

"I'm sorry, sir." She whispered. "I just needed attention and I felt like you've been distant this past week. Youve been so stressed with everything going on it work. You've walked in and gone through our routine but it didn't feel the same." she sobbed.

"I'm sorry, baby. I didn't realize you were feeling it. You know my work can get to me and I also struggle to be present which isn't fair to you.im sorry about that. Even so, you know that's now how you're supposed to bring it up. I need you to voice it. I need you to tell me how youre feeling. I always want to be there for you, but this isnt how i want you to get my attention."

"I know." She whispered. "I'm sorry. Do you forgive me?"

"Of course, Baby" I said as I held her head in my arms stroking her hair.

"Come on. Let's get some moisturizer on that before It starts breaking" I said as I gently stroked her butt.

I placed her gently on the couch as I went to the medicine cabinet to get the cream and found her cuddled in a ball when I got back. I gently kissed her on the forehad and began rubbing the cream in. She gasped slightly woth the touch but it was necessary to make sure it didn't get worse.

"How are you feeling?" I asked?

"I think I might need one of those new standing desks I've seen popping around the office, for a while." She giggled.

She'd be okay. Jasmin was a strong girl. That's what I loved about her. She was resilient. Even when she had a low she pulled back to her innocent core, which I found ao attractive. 

I kissed her on the forehead again as she closed her eyes content, with her head in my arms.

To be continued.

As Jasmine prepared dinner, I sat and watched her move gracefully across the kitchen. At first, she had been very bashful when walking around naked. Her family was very religious and even a shorter skirt or low cut shirt was something that was frowned upon so this deitinitely took some getting used to.

Aside from just enjoying taking in her beauty, I felt that being in the nude made her throw out a lot of what was ingrained in her from childhood, much of which I found to be abusive and having caused her major self esteem issues. On top of that, I found that having her in the nude with minimal to no makeup and letting her know how sexy I found that did more to her self esteem and image of her body than anything I could tell her.

As she finished up plating the food, she sprinkled a dressing in a squiggle across the top of the plate. It was totally excessive but it made me smile. Seeing her always try to please me had me falling more and more for her with time.

She placed the plate in front of me and poured me a glass of wine. After doing so she knelt under the table and cuddled against my leg. I'd never asked her to do this but it felt right so I didn't stop her. As I cut the meat I placed a chunk on my fork and passed it down to her under thr table, passing my glass of wine so she could sip on it and wash it down. 

Having been to many romantic destinations and five star restaurants, I have to say this topped them all, not getting old even two months into it. It felt right having her under the table, not as being inferior or less then but as my support and knowing she would do anything for me. It felt right.

 To be continued...

I turned the key in the lock and pushed the door open. It had been a long day at work. Our recent hire for Director of Operations just wasn't working out how I'd hoped. He had come from a much larger corporate environment. While I'd hoped that it would bring some semblance of order to our young startup environment, I found him to just be rigid. I knew it was a risk when hiring him and wasn't just yet ready to throw the towel in, but I was beginning to worry that he might not be the right fit.

As I hung my jacket in the front closet and loosened my tie, I wondered if Jasmine would be waiting for me in the kitchen as instructed. I was 15 minutes later then I'd told her I'd be but my gut told me she'd be waiting as instructed.

As I walked into the kitchen I smiled when I saw her nude body so elegantly kneeling with her legs slightly spread, palms facing up and her eyes facing downward. Even now, as i entered, her head never raised up to confirm it was me.

Jasmine wasn't my first submissive but she was unique. The first girl I'd explored D/S dynamics with had turned out to be unhealthy. As we ventured deeper into the dynamic she became clingy and couldn't function without me. Basic day to day living and decision making paralyzed her. Submission was clearly an escape. While the issues were different with the next two girls I explored with, they were clearly approaching it in an unhealthy way.

With Jasmine, it was different. She was young, only 23, but already had a successful career as a software engineer in a cyber security company. She definitely had her fair share of traumas but was psychologically strong. Her desire to submit was coming from a controlled place and felt so much healthier than the prior relationships.

You'd think her submission would be to a lesser extent than the other girls, but, to the contrary, she was more patient and always followed instructions to the T.

As I approached her kneeling body, I stuck my black brogues in front of her. I didnt have to say a word, she bent down to kiss them gently.

"Good girl" I said as I stroked her hair. I could see her eyes light up. It was amazing how those words affected her the same way every time, even two months into the relationship.

"Thank you, sir" she said while smiling from ear to ear. It was hard not smile back at that youthful innocence.

"Follow me to the couch" I said as I walked to the living room. She continued to crawl, gracefully arching her back, as I had not given her instruction to get up yet.

I motioned her to get over my lap for her daily spanking. She hadn't done anything wrong amd as such they wouldn't be intense. It was more about grounding her as she had a tough time pulling back from her stressful work environment and this was her way of shutting it all out.

She bent over and I could feel she was starting to get wet. I slowly started massaging her cheeks in preparation for her first slap. As the first one hit I felt her whole body loosen and knew it was working.

"One, thank you, sir." As part of her rules, she always had to count spanking or canings wether or not they were for punishment. I want her to always remember that even when I have to discipline her, its for her own good and saying it out loud helps cement that.

By the time we reached ten, I could feel her moisture on my pants. I stuck two finger in her opening to get them wet and as I pulled then out and put them near her face she obediently opened her mouth snd began to suck.

"How does it taste?" I asked.
"Salty" she said with a giggle. I'd never had her taste her own juices and was impressed there was no hesitation when opening her mouth to take my fingers.

To be continued...