A Dom's Dilemma (5 page)

“Good girl. I’m real proud of you, Kelly girl. I know this ain’t easy, but you’re doin’ great,” he encouraged, slipping on a pair of latex gloves. She attempted to give him a wan smile, so he smiled back. “Okay, darlin’. I’m gonna sit now, so take one more deep breath for me, then let your muscles go lax. Very good,” he praised, sitting on the small rolling stool he’d positioned for his purposes. The moment he touched her she jerked. “Settle down, Kelly. That’s just my fingers. I’m only lookin’ so relax, darlin’. This part is easy.” He nodded for George to monitor her pulse and breathing and hold her hand if she needed more reassurance.

Jim shook his head. He didn’t understand it. Women did this at least once a year, yet they almost always freaked out when he told them what he was going to do. “She’s a medium I think, George. Yup that one. Okay Kelly, I’m gonna open you up a bit now to get a better look, so I want you to take a deep breath and relax for me.” When she did, he slipped the speculum in. She immediately tensed and tried to buck. They always did, and he knew what he was doing wasn’t painful. So, he rose and said, “Kelly! That’s enough. Calm down at once, girl. This doesn’t hurt.”

Her forehead wrinkled with obvious discomfort. “But it’s uncomfortable, Sir.”

He frowned at her. “It wouldn’t be if you’d relax like I told you to. Now do you wish to please me or not?”

“Yes, Sir,” she replied, her voice a whisper now.

“Then I expect you to do exactly as I say. Deep breath, young lady. Now!”

She obeyed him, but tears still filled her eyes. He shook his head, resumed his seat and opened the speculum to check for any conditions that might hinder their pleasure.

The muscles in her thighs and legs tensed as she tried to clamp down on the instrument. She was only making this exam more difficult for herself.

“Please, Sir. It’s hurting.”

“George.” Jim gave the young man a nod, knowing Kelly would be a lot more comfortable if he concentrated on finishing up and removed the device. She held herself so tightly, he didn’t doubt she was hurting.

Jim heard George encouraging Kelly to take deep breaths and relax, but from his viewpoint, he could tell it wasn’t working. However, everything looked normal and healthy. Inserting a small instrument shaped like a swab, except with markings, he took a quick measurement.

“Sir?” Kelly called, her voice tense and high.

“Almost done, sugar. You just continue to breathe easy and slow while I finish up. George, would you take these numbers down, please.” George left Kelly to scribble down the measurements Jim gave him.

Satisfied he’d gotten all the information he could at this point, Jim said, “All right, Kelly. We’re done with this part. Now take another deep breath, darlin’.” When she did, he removed the plastic speculum and tossed the device into a small trash bin by his foot. Most of their instruments were plastic wrapped and disposable. And even though all subs had to fill out a comprehensive medical report before they could join the club, disposables eliminated any chance of an infection passing from one girl to another.

With that section of the examination done, he rolled his stool closer and inhaled Kelly’s light, strawberry scent. Delicious. He placed his mouth on her moist, pink flesh and gave her the kiss he’d promised. Her taste as delectable as her fragrance, he used his tongue and lips to pay proper court to the area he’d so thoroughly examined.

“Ohhh.” Jim heard Kelly’s breathless moan and felt her thigh muscles tighten. Yeah, they didn’t do this in the doctor’s office. “You want to come, little Kelly girl?” he asked, using his fingers to tease the tiny nub peeking out from behind its protective hood.

“Yes, Sir. Please, Sir.”

“Okay, but only a bitty one this time.” And he worked her with his mouth and finger hearing her moan as she tried to raise her hips held immobile by a strap. Her moans grew edged with frustration as she struggled against her restraints. He should have told her to relax and take what he gave her, but he continued pleasuring her, and within five seconds his little sub came right on the examination table with a cry. Using his gloved finger, he slowly eased her down. Maybe he should reconsider starting with an orgasm next time, if there ever was one. Admittedly, it was a good relaxation technique, but he preferred to give pleasure as a reward.

Once her clit retreated, he began teasing it out again with his finger, watching as its hood slowly retracted. “Sir?”

“Pleasurable, Kelly?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.” Standing up between her legs, he thrust two gloved fingers into her vagina and heard her give a little grunt. She was still wet, so he knew she wouldn’t need lube as he felt around. With his gaze fixed on her face, he found the spot he was looking for and took a mental measurement of its location and the sensitivity of the surrounding area.

Her muscles gripped his fingers as her breathing started to deepen with her rising climax, and he smiled at her responsiveness. He often had to resort to toys to help get other subs off while he had them strapped to the table. But not his Kelly. His mouth and fingers were all she needed to get going good.

“Sir?” she asked uncertainly, and Jim smiled, pleased she remembered to ask his permission first.

“Go ahead, darlin’. Close your eyes and give in to the sensations.” Less than five seconds later, she came again.

“That’s my girl,” he praised, bringing her down gently. He’d collected everything he wanted with this portion of the examination. Now for the hard part.

“Scootch in a little closer to me, Kelly’. Somehow you’ve managed to inch back a tad with all your squirmin’.” Slipping his hands beneath her, he helped shift her forward until her butt lay two inches off the table, then double-checked her restraints.

“Sir?” she asked, fear building again in her eyes.

“Easy, sugar. You’re doin great. I’m real proud of you, darlin’.”

“Thank you, Sir,” she murmured with a blush, clearly pleased by his praise, but still more than a little uneasy about what he intended to do next.

Curious, he met her gaze and asked, “You ever had anal sex, Kelly girl?”

Her eyes opened wide and she looked so scared he suspected he’d just hit upon another area they’d need to work on. “No, Sir,” she answered, surprising him.

“Hmm. You’ve got an awful lot of fear in you for somethin’ you’ve never done. Wanna revise your answer?”

She considered it for a moment, then quietly said, “No, Sir.”

“You don’t wanna be lyin’ to me, sugar. Lyin’ is somethin’ I have little tolerance for, and hand out very harsh punishments when I discover the truth. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir.” Her reply came with a quivering lip. Not wanting to start her crying again, he backed down, though he knew something wasn’t right. Fear that strong was not normal for an act a person hadn’t experienced.

“Very well,” he replied, letting her off the hook, but suspecting his new little sub had just earned herself a painful trip over his knees. “In any case,” he added, regarding her with an arched eyebrow. “I happen to like doin’ it…. A lot. That means, this next exercise is meant to help prepare you so you’ll eventually be able to take me back there without discomfort. Now, don’t gape at me like I’m fixin’ to rape you, girl. This examination won’t hurt, but it may feel a little full and uncomfortable for you at first, so I’m gonna give you instructions I need you to obey without hesitation. All right?”

She gave her head a vehement shake, which should have earned her a sharp reprimand. Instead, he gazed at her steadily. “Kelly girl, don’t make me get firm with you, now. You’re doin’ so well, I’d hate to have to punish you for bein’ difficult, but I will, if you force my hand.”

Though her eyes opened even wider, she didn’t respond. He would have liked a verbal acknowledgement from her, but let it pass. “Now, I need you to press down as if you’re havin’ a BM.”

When she shook her head again, he scowled at her. “Kelly….”

“No!” she snapped back, actually shouting this time.

Jim considered her carefully for a moment. He knew she was anxious, but he also knew he had no intention of hurting her. Unfortunately, her fear had her openly defying him. He wanted to be patient and reassure her, except her attitude made that difficult, if not impossible. Taking a deep breath, he decided to give her one more chance.

“Darlin’, that word is not in your vocabulary tonight, and you’re bein’ stubborn. Now, press down toward me.” She shook her head again, so he extended one hand and depressed her abdomen in preparation to push inside her and she screamed. He hadn’t even touched her, and she screamed like he’d ripped her apart. Not a normal reaction by half.

“Kelly! You quiet down this instant, young lady, or I’ll turn you over my knee and give you the sound paddlin’ you’re beggin’ for.”

When she screamed again, Jim knew from experience no number of soft words or coaxing would calm her. She was too panicked to listen to him anymore. So, he removed his gloves, tossed them away, and glanced at George. “Mark this as ‘in use’. We’ll be back once we’ve had a talk about obedience.”

George smiled and nodded. This wasn’t the first time a sub had gone ballistic on them, but Kelly was in full struggle mode now. So, when George unbuckled the restraints on her feet he kept a firm hold on them while Jim unfastened the restraint under her breasts, then her wrists, making sure to capture both in one of his own if Kelly tried to wriggle free. After checking with George she was clear, Jim undid the strap at her hips, let go of one wrist, flipped her over on her stomach, captured the hand he’d released and clicked the metal fasteners on her Velcro wristbands so they locked together.

She hadn’t stopped screaming, and now she kicked and bucked like a filly resisting saddle breaking. He’d done his share of training horses, but his way of dealing with a recalcitrant sub was quite a bit different from his methods of gentling a mare.

“Looks like I may need to trot this filly back to the chainin’ station, George, and take a crop to her hide until she settles down.”

Kelly froze at those words. At least she was listening now. She breathed heavily, but outside of a slight shiver, she held quiet and still beneath the fingers he kept wrapped about her wrists.

Bending low, he whispered, “You’d best stop your shenanigans and start doin’ what I say, or you’re gonna be one unhappy little girl.”

“I don’t want this!” she insisted.

“Now, I didn’t ask you what you wanted, did I? Wanna know why? Because your job, subbie, is to obey me. If you don’t, you’re gonna get punished, and that’s a simple fact.”

When she wailed at that pronouncement, he placed his left hand between her shoulders and brought his right palm down sharply on her butt, and growled. “Enough! You’ve already earned yourself one paddlin’. Don’t make me add swats for willful disobedience and disruption.”

“I don’t care who hears me!” she screamed, struggling again for all she was worth. “Let me go, you asshole!”

Jim scowled down at her. “Swearin’ is not acceptable at any time, so that little slip has earned you five more swats, sub.” She was bucking hard again, not that she could go anywhere. He had a firm hold of her. Giving his head a shake, he picked her up and swung her over his shoulder. Then restraining her kicking legs by clamping his right arm around her thighs, he gave another swat to her squirming buttocks. She screamed again.

“Quiet down, sub!” he yelled back. The angry sound of his voice provided just enough impetus for her to lie still, but not enough to keep gut-wrenching sobs from ripping through her. He didn’t enjoy the thought of hurting her, but she needed to learn her lesson. So, without another word, he carried her over to a padded bench, yanked her down and pulled her across his knees.

Holding her down by her shoulders he brought his hand down once. “You are actin’ worse than a bratty, little girl, sub. And this is how I punish bratty, little girls.”

“Go to hell, you fucking pervert,” she cried back, her voice angry and terrified, yet she still didn’t say the one word that would get him to stop.

Bringing his hand down even more firmly a second time, he said, “You need your mouth washed out with soap, and a good ole fashioned paddlin’ on the spankin’ bench to my mind. But that’s another ten you’ve earned.”

“Noooo! Oww! You’re hurting me. Let me go!”

“You aren’t giving the orders here, sub. I am,” he insisted, punctuating each of the words he wished to emphasize with a sharp smack. “And for your information spankin’s are supposed to hurt. So, you’d best get used to it, because I’m not plannin’ on stoppin’ until you convince me you’re gonna start behavin’. After that, we’ll begin your punishment spankin’.” His hand came down smartly enough that time to sting his palm.

“Oww! Go fuck yourself, you sadist!”

Smack. Smack. Smack. Jim continued to apply his hand with each thwack delivered more firmly than the one that preceded it.

After he’d landed ten hard-handed swats, she sobbed out, “No more! Please!.” Knowing he couldn’t stop simply because she demanded it, he dispensed five more to the sobbing girl before he paused for a second.

“I got to say I’m real disappointed in your behavior right now, sub. Real disappointed.” Though she cried even harder at those words, she still didn’t call out her safe word. Considering how she’d been acting that surprised him. But it pleased him, too, since it meant she would rather accept a punishment than call an end to their association.

“Well, are you ready to apologize yet, or do I keep goin’?” he demanded, lightly rubbing her rosy, pink bottom. He’d been firm with her, but considering what she’d given him, he’d let her off lightly, so far. Other Doms would have had her restrained on the cross, or the bench, and teaching her a much harder lesson than he just did. “Answer me, sub!” he commanded, waiting. But when the only sounds emerging remained tear-filled gasps, he brought his hand down again.

This time she arched her back and cried out, “I’m sorry!”

He shook his head. “Not nearly convincin’ enough. I wanna hear a proper apology from you now, or I’m gonna keep at it until I do.” She lay limp across his knees and continued to wail. He knew her fear wasn’t natural, and a part of him wanted to hold and comfort her, but she needed a firm Dom right now, so that’s what she got.