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sensually across my
back and ass, “or,” and now he struck me, not hard, but hard enough to sting,
“or it can bite.” I jerked forward, and he wrapped an arm around my waist from
the back, pulling me against him.
    Kissing my hair,
nuzzling my neck he said, “I’m going to whip you, Zoë. Do you think you can
handle it?”
    I was breathing
hard, so excited I felt dizzy, almost nauseated. I tried to answer honestly,
“God, David, I don’t know! I never even knew I wanted this until you told me.
Well, that isn’t true exactly. I mean, I’ve had fantasies, but I had no idea I
would feel affected like this! I’m not sure I can handle this! I mean, being
tied up like this, so helpless, so out of control.”
    “Ah, but that is
precisely the point, my love. You have no control. I am simply teaching you
that. Showing you what you are capable of. This is but the first taste of many
wonderful adventures I foresee for us. If you’re willing. But you have to be
willing. This has to be what you want.”
    I looked at him,
now standing in front of me, his expression serious, his dark eyes like a
summer night, full of promise. Did I want it? Did I want to be whipped? I honestly
couldn’t answer the question. It was beyond my realm of experience, even in
fantasy.
    And yet the
spanking wasn’t something I’d fantasized about either. When I did allow myself
to linger over submissive dreams, they were vague unformed ideas, involving harems
of lovely captives, dancing in gauzy silks for their lords and masters, and
then chosen as sex toys, ravished by gorgeous young princes who also pampered
and adored them.
    But that spanking
– the physical contact, the feeling of his hard palm against my ass, even
though it hurt, maybe partially because it hurt, had aroused me to a
fever pitch.
    David, so far, had
been right on target about who I was, and what I needed. Could I trust him
again? Should I? Was that what this was about, as much as anything? Trust?
These thoughts swirling in my head as he dragged the soft suede tresses over my
breasts and belly. It made me shiver, whether with desire or fear, or some
combination, I couldn’t say.
    “And if I want to
stop? If I want you to stop?”
    “I’ll stop when I
decide it’s time to stop. You can beg all you like, but I should tell you now,
I won’t stop until I’m ready. Of course, how you respond, what I think you can
take, will be a part of what goes into my decision, naturally. But I won’t stop
at your command. Unless, of course, you use your safe word.”
    “And then you’ll
stop the whipping?”
    “Yes, I’ll stop at
once. I’ll stop everything. And you will get dressed, and I will walk you to
your car, and maybe someday our paths will cross. And hopefully you’ll remember
me as a friend. And that will be that.”
    So, there it was.
If I didn’t ‘submit’ to this whipping, I’d lose David altogether. I’d lose
those impassioned kisses, and the amazing way he made me feel – at once
beautiful, wildly powerful, and also captive and under his delicious spell. I
didn’t want to lose all that. Who was he to make all the rules? To set the
parameters of our relationship, if that was what it was, without asking me a
word about it?
    As if he were
speaking inside my head, I heard him say that that was precisely the point. If
we were to have a relationship, those would be its parameters. David as master,
and Zoë as slave. David calling the shots, setting the rules, and claiming his
lover. My heart was pounding as I contemplated my situation.
    And yet, as he
leaned against me now, murmuring my name, his cock hard and clearly visible in
his pants, it was obvious that I too wielded the power. As he had said, it was
a loving exchange of power. I wasn’t giving myself up to him, I was giving
myself over to his loving control, and he in turn was giving himself to me.
    Did I want the
whipping? I honestly didn’t know. But I wanted what he seemed to be offering,
and so I said