Cassie, face pressed to the mattress and bottom still high in the air with Rob’s cock nestled happily deep inside of her, mumbled. “I really like being a big girl.”
Rob merely laughed.
Chapter Eight
Kristina leaned against Bryon’s arm as he drove her back to her dorm that evening. Very little was said as they both processed the eventful night. He walked her to her room and unlocked the door for her, blocking her entry. “Will you see me again?” he asked.
Kristina’s eyes were heavy with lust, her body straining with desire for him. Of course, she couldn’t tell him that! She nodded. “I would love to. And I promise to be good,” she rubbed her tender backside.
He leaned down to kiss her, his giant mitt covering her rounded bottom gently. “Don’t be too good. I rather enjoyed myself,” he confessed, nibbling on that ‘special spot’ of her neck. Kristina felt her head swim and knees weaken. How did he do that?! “Did you?”
“Not during the spanking. But afterwards….”
“You may write about your experience for no more than one hour then you are to get some sleep. Understand?”
“Yes.”
“Excuse me, young lady?”
“Yes, Papa, I understand.” Kristina blushed, feeling his hand firmly stroking her bottom. He kissed her again and then left. With a sigh, Kristina sat on her bed, pulled out her laptop and started writing furiously. There was so much to express and an hour was not enough.
* * *
Two days later, Bryon headed over to Suzanne’s office unannounced and annoyed. He had tried calling her but she had neither picked up the phone nor returned his call. He did not quite understand why she was pressing his buttons like that. She knew his sentiments about rudeness and often expressed the same. He walked straight into her office without knocking. Elegant as always, she sat at her large desk, grading papers.
“Bryon! I, uh, didn’t hear you knock,” the woman said, startled by his abrupt entrance. His dark menacing expression made her swallow nervously, “Is everything alright?”
“I called you right after my date, three times yesterday and four times today. Why are you avoiding me?” he demanded, arms crossed as he stared down at her.
“I was probably sleeping and I’ve been busy.” Suzanne tried to put her ‘professional’ tone into her voice, but found she was unable to. She had never seen Bryon this upset and it concerned her.
“Take a break. We need to talk,” he ordered, picking up her purse and holding the door. Silently, Suzanne nodded and followed him out.
“Did you have fun?” she asked, sliding into the front seat of his car.
“Very much so. I’ll tell you about it in a while. I want to know what’s going on with you. Out with it.”
“Bryon, I love you. You’re my best friend but you are not my Top, so stop it.” Suzanne snapped.
Bryon started driving. “Because I’m your best friend, I have a responsibility to tell you when I think you are being a brat. You need a time out,” he informed her, “You know what’s in store for you so why avoid it?”
“You have GOT to be kidding!”
“Not at all. I warned you, didn’t I? That’s why you’ve been avoiding me. This seems to be a nice, private place. Get out,” Bryon said, parking the car in a secluded, tree lined area on a small, private road.
She stared at him. “I certainly will not! Professional courteousy in the scene…..”
“Demands that we be examples to our submissives. You, my dear friend, have not been a very good example and you know it. You would have left your submissive unable to sit for two weeks if he or she was as manipulative and rude as you have been. Frankly, I don’t know what’s gotten into you,” Bryon scolded, now on her side of the car and holding the door open. Suzanne just blinked at him, open-mouthed. His ominous bearing awed her as she recognized him maturing in his position.
“Bry, you can’t….”
“You can either step out of the car and take your punishment with dignity, or I will pull you out and paddle your behind like the little girl you are acting like. Your choice.”
Suzanne gulped, slowly exiting the vehicle. She was NOT a little girl! She was an experienced Dominatrix, a professional and well known Top! Yet, under Bryon’s formidable stare, she crumbled. She had met her match and knew this was a battle she would not win. Silently, he led her into the woods and looked around for a place to sit comfortably. A fallen tree provided what he needed and, taking her hand, he pulled Suzanne over to it.
“For some reason, you seem to be needing this lately. Have you ever bottomed before?” he asked with a frown.
Suzanne nodded. “My ex-husband was my first Dom. I bottomed with him for almost seven years. It was humiliating. I hated it,” she answered quietly.
“I promise you that I will erase whatever experience you had with him and imprint my own. Pants down, Ms. Bichat.”
“Bry…..”
“Suddenly modest around me? I’ve seen everything that you have to offer. If I take them down, they might get ripped.”
Shaking, Suzanne unzipped her tailor made silk slacks, hearing them fall with a soft rustle to the ground. She stepped out of them and folded them neatly over the log. Bryon eyed her as she stood before him, her long, smooth legs framed with a dark blue satin thong.
She always h
a
ted panty lines
, he mused.
“Lean across my lap,” he patted his thighs, “and put your legs straight behind you. You may hold my ankles if you don’t wish to get your hands dirty.”
Suzanne shivered under his low, thundering voice. She obeyed, determined to prove to him that she could take it as well as she could dish it out.
Man, was she wrong!
Tears immediately sprung to her eyes when the flat of his hand made its first impression upon her milky white skin. A red handprint immediately was visible and she resisted the urge to protect herself. And this was just the first one!
“Oh. My… Gawd…. Bryon!” she yelped, kicking wildly as the punishing force of his infamous left palm began it’s painful instruction upon her person.
“You will never try another manipulative little scheme around me, understand? I don’t care what your reason is, I will not have it. Further,” he continued to spank her unmercifully, her back end turning a deep red as she struggled to escape, “you will not show me anymore disrespect by refusing my calls. Got it?”
“Yes, Sir!” Suzanne bawled, losing all dignity and bearing as she scissored her legs wildly.
“You have been arrogant, demanding and downright bitchy lately and that will stop as well. You are going to ruin things with Glenn if you don’t straighten up your act. Do you want that?” Bryon demanded, his slaps feeling like pure fire upon her swollen bottom. Suzanne wept, shaking her head.
“If there is something bothering you, Rob and I are always available to talk, but first you need to approach your partner. Your pride is going to screw things up.” The onslaught of words and spanks continued without pause.
“I know! I know! Please, Bryon, stop! I can’t take anymore,” Suzanne sobbed noisily, breathless from her struggles. Bryon paused, resting his hand upon her blazing skin.
“You can and you will,” he commented, reaching between their bodies to unbuckle his belt. Suzanne growled, once again trying to escape as he folded the belt in half and laid it upon her roasted backside.
“You can’t do this. Bryon, I’m begging you….”
“Count them out for me, Suzanne. Backwards, starting at ten.”
Yowling, Suzanne shrieked out “TEN” as Bryon’s belt snapped noisily down upon her dark cerise peaks. The next blow seemed to echo as leather met flesh, followed by the wail of “NINE”. One by one, each stroke fell in grueling intensity, leaving Suzanne lacking the strength to obey and count down the remainder of her punishment. Breathless and completely expended, the woman wilted pitifully into the material of Bryon’s slacks while desperately clutching his leg.
“Has this little time out been effective?” he asked, his voice still hard.
“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry.”
“Do you still think you’re too big to be spanked like a little girl?”
“No, Sir.” Suzanne cried, her body shaking from pain.
“Good. Do you also think you’re too big to be held and comforted after being disciplined?”
“No, Sir.”
“Very good. Come here, Suzy. There’s my girl.” Bryon said, his tone gentle as he brought her up to his chest and encircled her in the confines of his arms. He held her close, rocking her gently as she continued to cry in his shoulder.
“I’m sorry, Bry. Forgive me.”
“You know as well as I do that once the price is paid, all is forgiven and forgotten. I also know that you’ve needed this for a long time. Why didn’t you ask me?”
“I’m a Domme. I don’t sub for anyone.”
“There’s that damn pride again. Honey, you’re also a woman. You aren’t made to carry the load of the world on your shoulders. We’re your friends and are here to help. You knew exactly how I would react when you mentioned blackmailing Krissy. Was that to push me into topping you?”
“Not consciously,” Suzanne admitted, closing her eyes.
“I know it’s none of my business, but how are things going with Glenn? Are you getting bored?”
“Not at all! I’m… I’m falling in love with him. I just wish that sometimes….” her voice drifted.
“He’d take a more mature role for you?” Bryon asked, seeing her nod her reply, “Be fair, Suz, you won’t let him. He might not be able to Top you, but he can definitely share this burden you carry as an equal. You need to talk about it with him.”
“I wouldn’t know where to begin,” she admitted shamefully, feeling very vulnerable and powerless as he contained her. “I feel so stupid, Bryon. I’m the one who everyone comes to with their problems and I can’t even handle my own.”
“First, you need to come to terms with what you are so afraid of and why. Shoot, it’s getting late and you have a class,” he glanced at his watch. “Let’s meet for dinner tonight and talk, ok?”
“Should I bring Glenn?”
“Of course. I’ll ask Rob to join us, too. Cassie has a huge assignment she needs to finish, so she’ll be staying home and Krissy works Wednesday nights. Don’t worry, we’ll work this out together.” Bryon promised, kissing her wet cheek and standing her in front of him. She winced as he helped dress her in her panties and slacks, cringing as her bottom pressed against the soft material.
“You got me good, Mr. Johnson,” she admitted, rubbing her sore backside.
“No rubbing. And you’re welcome. Ms. Bichat.”
* * *
Kristina watched her professor carefully as she presented her lecture for the new unit. It was about the interpretation of truth verses honesty. Rubbing her temple, Kristina knew this would require another tutoring session with Bryon. She also sensed that something wasn't quite right.
“You’re Glenn, aren’t you?” Kristina approached the young man after class was dismissed and Suzanne had hurried out of the room.
Glenn looked up at her from his desk. “Yeah. And you are?”
“Oh, I’m sorry. I’m Kristina Carter. Your brother has been tutoring me.”
“Oh yeah, he told me about you. You are even cuter than he described.”
Kristina blushed, sitting next to him. “Stop it. You’re just like him, trying to charm the ladies. I wanted to ask you, is Suzanne ok? She didn’t look very well.”
“How would I know? She’s just my…”
“I figured it out, ok? It wasn’t hard. Especially after the party.”
“What party?” Glenn asked innocently.
“The Playground party. I’m, uh, researching the lifestyle. With Bryon as my partner.”
“Oh, so you took the leap! How is it going?”
“Still brand new. Anyway, something’s wrong with Suzanne and I was just wondering if I should ask her.”
“Well, to be honest, I don’t know. She’s been out of sorts over the last week or so and has completely avoided me today. I was wondering if she was pissed at me, but that’s not how she usually acts.”
“Bryon’s her best friend. Maybe she’ll talk to him.”
“I’m her boyfriend. She should talk to me first.” Glenn said grumpily.
“Maybe she can’t. Bryon says some Tops are weird about things like that.”
“Rob talks with Cassie about everything and she’s his sub. Even Bryon will share things with her. Suz is different; her pride wouldn’t allow her to let anyone else carry the load.”
“Does that ever bother you? I mean, you’re a man….”
“And a sub. But, yes, it does. I wish she would let me be her strength every now and then.”
“I might be out of line, so please forgive me. I’m new at this. Why don’t you just step in and do it? Does she stop you?”
“I’m new at this too, Kris. Just discovered it existed a few months ago. And we’re practically family, so don’t worry about the questions. I have plenty, too,” he reassured her, “As for stepping in, I haven’t really tried. Until now, I haven’t had a reason nor has the opportunity presented itself.”
“It’s hard getting used to it, isn’t it?”
“It sure is. But I’m glad we aren’t alone,” he said, looking up as Suzanne looked through the doorway.
“It’s time to get going, Mr. Johnson. Miss Carter? Could we meet on Friday to catch up on your research findings?”
“Yes, ma’am. I think you’ll be pleased.”
“I’m sure I will. I have a headache so I’m closing up shop. I’ll see you Friday. Would you like to come to my house? It will allow us some privacy. I’ll email you directions,” Suzanne said, seeing Kristina nod.
Glenn winked at the girl as he rose from his desk, towering over her. “That was my cue. I’ll talk to you later, Kristina.”
“Bye Glenn, and thanks.”
Suzanne frowned, watching the exchange. She was jealous! She fought back tears as she sped hastily to her car, trying to ignore the burning to her aching bottom as the skin rubbed against the silk.
“Suz? Hey! Wait up. What is wrong with you?” Glenn asked, trotting up next to her.
“Get in the car,” she ordered.
Glenn grabbed her shoulders and turned her towards him. He held her arms firmly as he looked her directly in the eye. “What is going on? You need to talk to me.”