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With a sigh he reached down and grabbed his rock-hard erection, quickly spreading the precum around to lubricate his way before starting a series of hard pulls. He wasn’t in the mood to tease himself tonight, and anyway, he’d already come once. Despite that, he needed to take this edge off so he could sleep in peace.

He thought about what Lisette’s ass cheeks had looked like as they’d turned pink and then red under his hand and hairbrush. He actually had more than one hairbrush in his bag but had chosen not to tell her that so she wouldn’t go rooting around for the one she preferred.

And the view between her legs? Ryan groaned, and his dick jumped. She’d gotten noticeably wetter and more swollen as the spanking had continued, and he’d thought about making it even longer to see if he could make her come again from a spanking like last time. Since he really wasn’t punishing her, though, he’d decided against it. Instead he’d gone with a cross between an erotic spanking and a punishment. Oh, he hadn’t gone easy on her, but he figured if she was an experienced submissive—even one out of practice, so to speak—she’d be able to handle a decent spanking. And still she’d surprised him and come simply from being spanked. Incredible.

Ryan imagined sinking his cock between those hot ass cheeks and finally seeing what anal sex felt like. As soon as he’d made the decision to take her in the ass sometime, his orgasm flared to life, shooting cum all over his hand. He grabbed a couple of tissues from his nightstand and cleaned himself up. By the time he was done, he could feel sleep closing in, and tossing the used tissues on the floor, he fell blessedly asleep.

* * * *

The next day, the phone rang while he was reading the Sunday paper and enjoying his second cup of coffee. He picked it up. “Hello?”

“Ryan?”

“Yes.”

“It’s Lisette.”

He set down his cup with a thump. “Oh. Hi.”

“I know you said you’d call me, but since I’m going to be in and out all day, I thought I’d take the chance of calling you instead.”

“You can always call me.”

“Okay. I wasn’t sure. Anyway…”

She cleared her throat, and he grinned, figuring with her typical reticence to talk about herself, he’d have to get the conversation going.

“How do you feel today? Good?”

Lisette giggled. “Most of me does. But my ass is not on board with the ‘feeling good’ plan.”

“Oh?”

“No.”

She sounded like she was pouting, and Ryan tried to decide if he should let her get away with it. Probably not. That didn’t seem very Dom-y.

“You asked for the spanking.”

“I know.”

“And you suffered the consequences. You know if you’re getting spanked, you’re not in control unless you safe word.”

“I know.”

He sighed. “I know…what?”

“I know, sir.”

“You haven’t called me sir once during this conversation. I think we
will
need to have a review session first thing next time.”

Her tone immediately softened. “Yes, sir. I have a question, please, sir.”

“Yes?”

“Am I allowed to put some aloe vera lotion on? I’m still pretty red.”

“Do you think you should be allowed to?” He sensed it drove her nuts when he turned things back on her, much like it did when he used the same tactic with his students.

“Just this time, sir? I’m running errands all day, getting in and out of my car—”

“What’s it worth to you?”

“Sir?”

“What’s it worth to you? Surely I should be rewarded for the kind gesture if I allow this.”

“Oh, of course, sir. What would you like?”

“I didn’t ask that. We really need to work on this propensity to not answer my questions.”

“Yes, sir.”

He was barely holding in a snicker at her pretty-much constant use of “sir” now.

“So?”

“How about a blowjob, sir?”

“I think you can do better than that. Look, I’ll let you off the hook. If you want aloe vera, wear a plug on Saturday. Put it in after you shower in the morning, take it out for a few hours to let your ass rest, and then insert it again before you come to the club. I’ll spank you with it in, and then take it out and fuck your red, hot, spanked ass.”

Looking down, he was surprised he hadn’t creamed his jeans. That image was fucking erotic.

“If you’d like that, sir, sure.”

“Do you own a plug?”

“No, sir.”

“I’ll get you one and drop it off. Maybe I’ll make it a vibrating plug,” he purposely murmured but didn’t miss her answering moan. “Guess you’ll have to wait and see.”

“Yes, sir.”

“I’ll let you go lotion up that delectable ass I’m very much looking forward to getting inside. Are you in town this week? I’ll call in a few days.”

“I’m in town all week. I look forward to it, sir.”

“See you.”

He hung up and smiled into his coffee. Yes, he’d definitely found his home with these people. Though the right choice to make didn’t always come naturally like it did for Jack, he couldn’t expect it to. Jack had years of experience being a Dom under his belt. Ryan laughed at the expression, considering what Doms did with their belts. He’d have to tell his friend that Lisette had called him a bastard. Might be fun to watch his reaction.

Chapter Five

The end of the week couldn’t come soon enough for Ryan. His students were getting stressed-out over their midterm scores and antsy about Thanksgiving vacation, which was coming up the next week. He hadn’t been able to finish grading yet, seeing as each exam was about fifteen pages of solid writing, and all week they’d been bugging him, asking if the scores were done. Because he felt guilty about not handing back their tests yet, he stayed in his office late so he wouldn’t be tempted by other things. As a consequence, he had only spoken with Lisette twice.

Ryan found himself excited to see her. He actually
missed
her. Missed her smile, her laugh, her flirtatious looks, and that killer, killer body. He missed how she challenged him while mostly retaining her submissive role. Shit, he really fucking missed her. What did
that
mean?

By the time Saturday came, he was constantly hard, and it was driving him nuts. He’d been rubbing one out nightly since about Wednesday but still found himself with his hand around his dick in the shower late Saturday morning. At this rate he wouldn’t have any cum left for tonight, but he couldn’t take being this aroused all day with no outlet.

Surely by now she’d be inserting the silicone plug he’d gotten for her. He’d specifically purchased black, so it would be very visible between her cheeks. It was a medium, and slightly smaller in girth than his own cock, but he was reasonably sure—and Jack had agreed—that it would do the job to loosen her up for him. He could hardly wait.

Ryan made it to the club twenty minutes early, suddenly wishing they served alcohol. He could use something to calm his nerves. Why he was so on edge, he wasn’t sure. The idea of fucking Lisette’s ass was definitely part of it, but he feared a much larger piece was just the idea of seeing her again, of playing with her, of dominating her. Thank God she’d agreed to be exclusive. He had a feeling he would’ve cheerfully torn apart any other man who touched her.

He secured what he was starting to think of as “their couch” and was immediately greeted by a service submissive. “Two waters, please.” She scurried off to do his bidding, the puppy-tail plug in her ass swaying back and forth, and Ryan shook his head. He wasn’t sure he’d ever be into some of this stuff. Hopefully Lisette was okay with that. Maybe they could talk about some of the more out-there activities tonight so he could feel her out.

Finally she stepped into the room, and his heart about stopped. She was wearing a one-piece catsuit, surely knowing she’d have to take it off for her spanking. The little vixen. Once it came off, it was staying off. Hey, maybe that’s what she wanted. She spotted him and glided over.

“Sir.”

“Straddle me.”

Lisette looked a little surprised but didn’t hesitate. Plunging his hands into her hair, he plundered her mouth, feeling his erection twitching inside his jeans. He needed to be inside this woman and considered telling her to suck him off to take away some of the tension, but then decided against it. A man his age could only come so many times, and he already had one in for the day. When he released her, she swayed a little.

“Wow. Hello, sir.”

“I booked a private room. Is that all right, or would you prefer to stay in the public play area?”

“A private room is fine, sir.”

“Then let’s go.” He led her to one of the rooms upstairs and, once they were inside, took a deep breath and said, “Strip. You have a spanking coming, and I don’t plan to wait until the end of the night to redden that beautiful ass.”

“Yes, sir.” Peeling the catsuit down, she stepped out of it.

“No panties?”

“No, sir.”

“Naughty girl. You’ll get extra for that.” She visibly swallowed, and he continued. “Since this is a review session, we’ll repeat the implements from last week; my hand and the hairbrush, and then I’ll use my ruler paddle to make sure the lesson is driven home, so to speak. Turn and spread your ass cheeks, sub. I want to see you’ve followed my directions.” He tapped on the plug a couple of times. “Yeah, I can’t wait to push my hard cock into this tight asshole.” He’d thought it might be hard to talk dirty, since his ex-wife hadn’t been a fan so he hadn’t had much practice. But he found it was coming pretty easily to him.

“Go over to the couch, and wait for me.”

“Yes, sir.” She knelt in front of the couch, and Ryan took a moment to gather both himself and the implements he’d need. By the time he was ready, at least his heart didn’t feel like it was beating out of his chest like some cartoon character.

He strode to the couch.

“Over my lap, girl.”

Lisette scurried to obey his command, and as soon as he had her situated, he began her spanking. When he was satisfied with the job his hand had done on her ass and thighs, he spread her legs and pushed three fingers into her soaked pussy. Placing them in front of her face, he commanded, “Lick them clean, slut.”

She readily did and then said, “Thank you, sir.”

“I’m far from done with you. Now the hairbrush.” When he had it in hand, he started the next phase of her spanking. Before he’d started, he’d glanced at his watch. Last week he’d spanked for about five minutes and was fully intending to go more this time, depending on how Lisette responded to the punishment.

After seven minutes, he barked. “Ruler paddle.” Ryan tapped the plug several times, none too gently. “This ass is mine, and your spanking is far from finished. Color?”

“Green, sir.”

With that he began using the ruler paddle, placing strokes all the way from the fleshiest part of her ass to halfway down her thighs. He even forced her legs open and landed a few on her inner thighs and then a few more directly on her pussy, like he’d seen Jack do to Callie once. She bucked up, and he gave her a hard stroke where ass met thigh.

“Unh!”

“Stop moving.”

“Yes.” Lisette was starting to pant but hadn’t begun to cry. “Yes, sir.”

“And keep those legs open. I find I enjoy watching your pussy betray you.”

Lisette groaned, and he began again. He had about ninety seconds to go to ten minutes, according to his watch, and he wanted to make them count, so he quickly and steadily paddled her. With about thirty seconds left, he heard the first really genuine cry of distress. He knew from his research and talking to Jack he shouldn’t immediately stop, though, so he finished the spanking a short time later and tossed the ruler paddle on top of his bag.

“Shhh, you’re done now.” He gently rubbed over her ass, knowing it would take away a bit of the sting. “You did very well.”

She launched herself into his arms, throwing them both against the back of the couch. He honestly wasn’t sure if she was going to knee him in the nuts or something.

“Oh God, please, sir. Fuck me. Fuck my ass. I need to feel you inside me. Please.”

Her absolute submission was his undoing. Earlier, when he’d come up to take a look at the room, he’d spotted one of those stocks she’d said she liked. He slapped her hip. “Go to the stocks. I’m right behind you. I want to admire my handiwork.”

After putting her catsuit and his implements hastily away, he rose and was soon standing behind her. She was in position to be restrained, and his cock felt like it was about two seconds from permanent zipper damage.

Quickly but carefully he fastened the restraints, pinning her to the contraption, but not before adjusting the one that would bring her ass right up to his crotch. When he was finished, he checked all the buckles again, running two fingers between each one and her skin.

“Okay? Nothing burning, tingling?”

“Just my pussy, sir.”

He laughed. “I guess you’re shit outta luck, then, ’cause that’s not where I’m going.” She suppressed a shiver, and he grinned even bigger. “Time to take this plug out so I can see what I’m working with.” Slowly and taking great pains to move it around and twist it slightly to ratchet up Lisette’s need a little more, Ryan pulled out the plug and deposited it on a hand towel he’d brought from home. She could clean it later. Now it was time to play. He just hoped the sensation of being inside her tight, hot passage wouldn’t make him pass out or babble like a complete fucking moron.

Grabbing some lube, he squeezed a generous amount on two fingers and easily worked both inside her. “Good girl. You did a good job getting yourself ready for—” He stopped just before saying “your Dom.”
Whew. Close call
. “For me.”

If she noticed his near faux pas, she didn’t react or comment on it, just let out a low moan when she felt his fingers move inside her before he removed them once more. With care so he didn’t injure himself, he slowly unzipped and pulled his impossibly hard cock out of his jeans, letting out an audible sigh of relief. After donning the condom, lubing it liberally, and then wiping his hands on the towel, Ryan used one hand to open her cheeks and the other to guide the head of his cock to her relaxed pucker.