A Natural Born Submissive (7 page)

Alice's eyes widened, and for a moment she forgot to breathe.

"Again you hesitate, Little One? Then you will receive an especially harsh spanking."

"Spanking?"  Alice squeaked.  "Why, I haven't been spanked since I was little!"

"Then it is well earned and long overdue.  Right over."  He patted his lap again.  Alice gulped and hesitantly climbed over Victor's lap.  She could feel herself reddening from head to toe.  Even though she knew that this was standard D/S play, the experience was surprisingly embarrassing.  She put her hands out on the floor.  Victor had one arm over her waist, and she felt firmly held in place.

Victor began to lecture:  "You are mine, Alice.  I claimed you this very night.  I am your Dom; therefore you must remember to obey me instantly and without reservation.  You must trust that I always have your best welfare at heart.  Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir," Alice said.  Her blood was rushing to her head, and she was becoming increasingly embarrassed.  She knew that what she'd done was probably not really a punishable offense, but Victor was trying to make a point that he could and would punish her whenever he wanted.  Part of her found that terribly exciting, and she felt her pussy clench, even as the ball of fear grew in the pit of her stomach at this new taste of the unknown.  She tried to get a better grip on the hardwood floor with her toes, causing her bottom to move back and forth, she not realizing that her wriggling was inflaming her Dom.

Victor raised his arm and smiled down at his new little sub.  "And remember:  Your safeword is 'red'." He paused. "What did I just tell you your safeword is?"

"Red, Sir," Alice meekly replied.

Victor smiled, pleased, and lifted his hand, preparing to strike.  He paused for a moment and then his hand fell.

Alice rose up on her toes, surprised at how hard his hand was.  She bit her lip and stifled a groan.  Victor's hand fell a dozen times, and Alice sought to cling to her composure as her bottom began to heat.

She recalled childhood spankings, delivered by her mother with the dreaded wooden spoon.  They were never more than a few swats, delivered to her calves, and only a few times.  They were nothing like this, and as the pain increased, Alice began to wriggle.

"Hold still, Little One.  We have only just begun," Victor ordered.

Alice grimaced and tried to look back at Victor.  Wasn't his hand beginning to hurt?  With a sinking heart, she realized that he was undoubtedly very experienced at doing this and could probably continue for quite some time.

Victor was enjoying Alice's distress, and he loved the way her rosy cheeks danced under his hand.  He could do this all night, he thought, but reminded himself that his sub was brand new to this, and he reluctantly slowed after twenty spanks that seemed terribly hard to Alice, but were—he knew—not that hard.  Even so, Alice was softly crying by the time the spanks stopped and he'd begun to rub her stinging cheeks.  After a couple of minutes he patted her gently and ordered her to rise.

Victor took Alice over to the couch and held her as she came to grips with her punishment.  This first spanking could bring up many issues, he well knew.  Any suppressed memories of punishment may well come to the forefront of her mind in the wake of her first real discipline as an adult.

He stroked Alice's hair and whispered how much he cared for her, how well she'd done.  As he soothed her, Alice's tears began to escalate.  This pleased Victor; he'd have been surprised if she didn't cry.  It was important that she share her feelings with her Dom at all times, but especially after discipline.  He tilted her head up and began to kiss her tears away.

"Tell me, Alice.  What are you feeling?"

"I—I feel ashamed, and I'm so sorry.  It was just hard for me to instantly obey. It's all so shocking and new."

"Of course it is difficult for you to give me your unquestioning obedience.  You don't know me or trust me well enough yet."

"You—you know that?"

"Yes, but I can't condone it.  Alice, I am very experienced in the art of dominance.  When I give you an order, it is oftentimes for your safety and always because I think it is in your best interest."

Alice began to cry harder at this.

"Go on," he nudged, encouraging her to keep talking.

"I felt so … embarrassed, and it hurt, more than I thought it would.  My mother used to use a wooden spoon, but I was never bare.  I … I … I …," she hiccupped and suddenly grabbed him around his chest, holding on tightly.   It—it made me feel little and naughty … and … I'm—I'm sorry!"

Victor smiled over her head as she tucked it under his chin.

"I know you are, Little One, and it's all over now.  I wanted to give you a taste of what being with me will be like."

Alice pulled away and sat looking into Victor's eyes.  "Will you—would you ever spank me at the club in front of people?"

"Do you want me to?" he asked, his eyes twinkling at her.

"Oh no," she shuddered, "that would be … awful."

But Victor could feel Alice's true reaction to the idea; a surge of wetness covered his thigh as she wiggled on his lap.  He smiled.  "Do you remember what I told you that night in the club?"

"That nothing would happen that I didn't want to have happen?"

"That's right, Alice.  But it is my desire to bring your innermost fantasies to life.  Exhibitionism may very well be a part of that.  Also, I do safe play demonstrations at the club for educational purposes.  If I can't do them with you, I will need to do them with another."

Alice looked at him as her eyes grew dark.  She didn't want him playing with anyone else.  He had given her much to think about.

Alice rose off Victor's lap.  She needed to go home where she could process all that had happened.  They both dressed, and then Victor gathered her in his arms at the door.

"You now have a very good idea of what being with me would be like," he said.  "Think hard, Alice.  If you decide to move forward with this, you know where to find me.  Be aware that if you return to the club, I will not go easy on you."  He could feel Alice tremble at his words.

Victor stood in the drive and watched the cab pull away, pleased with what his evening had revealed about Alice.  She was brave, adventurous, and apparently hadn't suffered abuse in her life.  He had very much wanted her to spend the night but knew she wasn't quite ready for that yet.  He had given her much to think about, and he knew that Alice would need time to let everything settle in.  He was confident she would return to him and eager to see how long that would take.

It was nearly 3:00 a.m. when the cab dropped Alice off in front of her house.  Luckily, her mother was used to her returning home late on show nights and wasn't waiting up for her.  She went into her room and dressed for bed, turning in front of the mirror and lifting her nightgown to survey her bottom.  It still displayed the blush from Victor's spanking.  She smiled at this physical manifestation of the dark desires she'd finally found the courage to act upon.

She slept especially well, and when she awoke the next morning, it was to the smell of baking and the sound of voices in the kitchen.  As she made her way down the hallway, her sense of dread grew as she recognized one of them.

"Ray!  What are you doing here?" Alice asked, warily. 

"Your mother tells me you got in very late last night." 

Alice glared at him and turned to look at her mother angrily.

"I had to stay late taking calls because the show dealt with such a sensitive subject matter," she explained, angry for feeling she even had to.

"It was smut," Ray remarked.

Alice ignored him.

"I kind of liked it, dear," her mother said.

"Well, I'm glad you both saw it," Alice said, shuffling into the kitchen to pour herself a cup of coffee.  She grabbed a freshly-baked blueberry muffin, came back out and stood by the couch. 

"Sit down, Alice," her mother said.

"I prefer to stand, thank you."  She glared at Ray.  Her mother was always inviting him over, hoping they'd get back together.  She had always liked Ray, mainly because Alice had not shared the details of his infidelity with anyone in her family, preferring to keep the truth behind the divorce private for the sake of the girls.

"I like it there—the Beaten Path," her mother said, in a matter-of-fact way.  Both Alice and Ray turned to stare at her.

"You've been to the Beaten Path?" Alice asked, appalled.

"Yup, I've been going there for years.  They have a top-notch dance floor.  They rent it out on weeknights for all sorts of groups.  Monday nights they set up tables for Drag Queen Bingo.  On Tuesdays there's salsa dancing, gay country-and-western dancing on Wednesdays, and ballroom dancing on Thursdays.  I go to Drag Queen Bingo frequently.  There's a very nice drag queen, Bellissima who runs it."

Alice just stared at her for a moment and then turned to Ray.  "What are you doing here?" she asked, changing the subject.

"Nice," Ray said.  "What kind of greeting is that?" Alice didn't reply, buty just continued to glare at him.

"Actually, I went to see the girls last night and took them out for dinner.  I came over to tell you about it."

"This early in the morning?" Alice asked skeptically.

"It's noon, dear," her mother gently pointed out.  She turned to Ray.  "And how are the girls?"

"Doing well," Ray replied.  "Cassidy is struggling with Biology and Casey is hooking her up with a friend for tutoring.  They went to a mandatory freshman mixer and made new friends."

"Well, she's got three more years to make it up if she fails."  Alice shrugged. She'd struggled with math and science in college as well.

"You know how Casey kept planning to major in English?  Well, now she wants a degree in literature."

"Wonderful!" said Doris.  "That's a great education.  Did Cassidy discuss her possible major?"

"She is talking about becoming a physical education teacher, just like her dear old Dad," he said proudly.

Doris sighed contentedly.  "Isn't it convenient that the twins chose the same college?  I feel better knowing they are looking out for each other."

"Speaking of people who need looking after, I can't believe you're going to a place like The Beaten Path, Doris.  Drag queen bingo?" Ray began to laugh.  "A person could get the wrong idea you know.  You're liable to end up on stage, getting spanked."

Alice nearly choked on her coffee.  "What do you know about it?"

"I saw your show," Ray replied, confidently.  "It was very informative."

"Oh, so now you're an expert on BDSM?"

"No, but it doesn't take a lot of imagination to figure out how it works."

Doris deftly changed the subject.  "Ray, dear—how would you like to stay for dinner?  I'm making pot roast."

"Doris, I would kill for one of your pot roast dinners.  I asked the judge for custody of you in the divorce, you know, but he turned me down."  Ray smiled winningly at his former mother-in-law.

Alice groaned.  This meant that Ray would be hanging around the house all afternoon and into the night.  She had things to do.  Well, her mother had invited him; she could entertain him.  She studied her ex as he and her mother continued chatting.

She could still see something of the handsome young man she married in the middle-aged man sitting before her, even though he was getting stocky and his sandy blonde hair was starting to gray.  They had both attended UNLV and Ray had been a football player when they'd met.  Now here they were after all these years, divorced, with Alice a TV producer and Ray counting down to his retirement from the school district.  Where had the years gone?  And who was she kidding?  She still loved him?  If she didn't, he wouldn't have the power to continue to upset and irritate her.

She wondered what her ex-husband would think of Victor.  Probably that he was just some Dom
that Alice had been foolish enough to get involved with.  Alice stood and wandered off, heading back upstairs.  She pulled down her pajama bottoms and turned again to look in the mirror.  To her surprise, her aching cheeks were only an evenly-distributed rosy pink.  She'd expected to see bruises.  Victor really was very good at what he did.

He had said he'd "claimed" her.  Alice's heart sang every time she thought of it.  And she thought of it every time her bottom made contact with any surface.

She gingerly sat down on her window seat and looked out over the neighborhood.  Back when she was a kid, their house had appeared huge to her, the subdivision shiny and new.  Now it looked a bit seedy and rundown, with huge trees where before there had been none.  The house was barely adequate for her and her Mom and the twins, who shared the third bedroom when they were home from school.  It was a step down from the house the girls had grown up in, but it had been good of her mom to take them in.  Alice wasn't ready for a place of her own yet, not until she got a handle on how expensive college was.  She probably should have stayed in the house and kicked Ray out.  Ah well, hindsight is always better than foresight, as her mother liked to say.  At the time, she'd just wanted to get away from him.

She sighed, shaking her head over broken dreams and promises.  If she'd never found out about that affair, things would be very different now.  She'd be living in her own home in a nicer part of town and getting reacquainted with her husband now that they were empty-nesters.  She wondered if she'd ever marry again.  Most of the divorcees she'd known over the years either married within a couple of years or remained single for a very long time, sometimes forever.  In her own quiet way, Alice was very independent; sometimes she thought that if she hadn't been snatched up at age nineteen, she might not have married at all.  By now she'd probably be working in New York or Los Angeles.  But then she wouldn't have had her girls, and they were everything to her.  Nope, she had no regrets.

She thought about Victor.  He most assuredly wasn't marriage material.  How deeply could she get involved with a man like that and for how long?  She'd have to be careful; it would be very easy to give her heart to him.  He'd touched something deep and primal in her last night.  Was it the incredible lovemaking, the discipline, or both?  Could she be involved with a man she had to call, 'Sir'?  Was she crazy to even be considering it?