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From across the room there's the distinct sound of a drawer opening. Several items roll around the wooden area and I lean forward on my heels, just enough so that I don't tip over, but the expanse of his muscular back hides his motives.
"Uh, Sir?" I ask, "What are you doing over there?" I patiently wait for his response, but it doesn't come.
For the first time since we've spoken, my stomach is not only nervous, it's in knots. Adrenaline pushes my heart into over drive as I think about the hundreds of articles and blogs I'd read, in regards to punishments. My imagination sends me into a spiral.
Will he paddle me for my smart mouth?
The idea doesn't seem too bad, but I've never been spanked before. What if it hurts?
I roll my eyes at myself and nearly laugh at my lapse in judgement, but quickly think better of it. I definitely don't want him thinking I'm taking this lightly.
Another image flashes through my memory of a woman suspended in the air while an extremely sexy Dom edges her for several minutes until tears spill down her face. After she begs, he finally allows her the sweet release.
At the time, it had seemed like a dream come true, but being faced with the prospect of such torment, I worry I may back down before the getting gets good.
No. I think. I did this to my damn self.
"It's time." He says, back still facing me. "Be good, for once, and close your eyes."
Hoping he'll go easier on me if I shut my insufferable pie hole, I silently do what he says. Without my sight, I'm left feeling helpless and stranded. Both of my cuffed hands, nestled against my rear, are useless. I am his for the taking.
"You've had a very naughty mouth tonight." His voice is still on the other side of the room. "We're going to work on that."
I let my head fall. Hoping that in the dimly lit room he can see my guilt is genuine, "Yes, sir."
The sound of his feet padding across the carpet sends my heart racing again. "Before I begin, I want you to understand something. Your ability to verbally strike back in moments of stress and discomfort is incredibly sexy."
He pauses for a moment and I realize he's waiting for my response, "I understand."
"Good,' he says. "I'm not doing this because I want you to change that aspect of yourself. In the right time and place, I believe it's necessary." A silky cloth covers my eyes.
"I'm doing this to remind you that those defense techniques aren't needed here." I feel something being placed in one ear.
"When we are together, you will always be wanted." He lips gently brush my neck.
"And as long as you're with me, you're safe." He places the second bud in my other ear.
"Open your eyes." His voice is harder to hear, but not by much and I wonder what he's done.
