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Encouragement
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Encouragement “Isn’t it love? We all strive for?’ He asked, closing the book, he let it rest on his lap. His legs crossed. Ankle over knee. Back straight. The image of calm. “The Love and acceptance of someone; who will love and care about us. To allow and encourage us to become better. Accept us for what we are.” He said. Looking at her. Their eyes locking. She marveled at his open innocent expression. She knew how this would end. She felt herself responding. “I wanted to relax tonight, read my book. Allow you to unwind. Candles, bath, gentle attentions.” He sighed. She stole a glance. He sat in the butler chair in the corner of the room. The same chair he would watch her from. She crossed the room and stood beside the chair, careful not to cross inform of him. Head down, straight back. Her mind racing. She wanted to look at him, even steal a glance in the mirror at the vanity. She knew she could chance a glance. He rarely looked at her when he was this kind of mood. Not that he minded eye contact. “Head up my Love. Own this. This was intentional”. He stated. He stood suddenly. She flinched. He loomed over her. His wide shoulders, bedroom eyes, raw strength he possessed. A man that could be childlike one minute and dangerously serious the next. Those eyes. She thought. She could lose herself in. She looked down. He reached out and lifted her head. “Were these not your rules?” He said. “Did you not ask me to help you accomplish your goals? He stared at her. She wasn’t sure what he wanted. A memory flooded her memory. The truth. He had instructed her. “Yes.” She whispered. Closing his eyes. He breathed deeply. “Yes” She said louder. “You asked me to help you with these pursuits. Then you fail yourself and challenge me.” He said. She tensed. “You make me wait. “ He observed. She looked up at that. Resisting the urge to smile. He stuck. Like a viper, her hair was wrenched upward, forcing her to her tiptoes. The pain was sudden. She did not whimper. Oh god she needed this. She didn’t know why? She just did and she loved that he would give it to her. “You knew we had a session for later this week. Apparently, I have not paid enough attention to you.” She smiled at this. He pulled her higher she strained on tiptoes. “Apparently another thirty six hours was too long of my Dear to wait. He emphasized by increasing the upward pressure. “Oh my pet. Let’s encouraged your commitment. What did you want to do?” “Workout” she said. He sighed again. “You wanted to get stronger, you said.” You wanted to work out to increase your upper body strength and core.” He Detailed. His other hand found her breast and pinched her nipple through her blouse and bra. The pain was intense. She whimpered but did not scream. “So you failed both of us. He said. “Maybe I failed you. I should have made sure you were fully committed. I should have shown you; failure was not as pleasant as success. I won’t allow you to fail yourself tomorrow. He let go of her hair and pulled her by her nipple to the bed. She awkwardly followed. She tried to keep up. Her feet not finding their footing. She felt as if her nipple would rip free. He finally released her near the bed. He arm went up to protect her breast. “Undress.” He commanded. She slipped out of her shoes and began to unbutton her blouse as she watched him move to the closest. Her heart beat faster. The thought of her ass being spanked and the warm sensation that would come. She forced her smile down. She should have worked out this morning. She knew she missed it on purpose. She knew he know she missed it. The thought of the pain that would come began to grow. This wasn’t a session, it was a punishment. She had pushed too far. Fear welled up in her. He could be so... creative. “I just missed a day.” She pleaded knowing it would not move him. Why did she need this? She thought. She welled up some tears. “Please it will never happen again.” She said. In the closet he grabbed the paddle. A double strap of leather connected at the handle. A custom made leather designed just for such an occasion. The diamond tooling would leave marks. He grabbed the<b> silk </font></b>scarfs, moving back to her. “You will push it again.” He said completely calmly. “I will count and however long it takes, is plus ten.” She worked the zipper of the skirt. “One.” She slid it down along with her panties. She tried to step out and tripped, falling awkwardly on the bed. “Two.” She stood and final got a leg out. “Three.” the other leg but the painted snagged. “Four.” Each word was evenly pace. No rush. No slowing. Panties and heel. Left heel came off. Then the other “Five.” She reached around to unhook her bra. “Six.” She unbutton the top buttons. “Seven.” She pulled her shirt with bra over her head. “Eight.” He nodded his head to her. She felt her head. Her hair was pinned up. “Nine.” Really she thought. Damn him. She glared. “Ten.” She whipped her hairpin out and let it hang free. She stood naked before him. Her breath was heavy. “Hands on your head.” He instructed. She did and looked straight ahead. He walked around her as he ran the leather over her shoulder down her back across her buttocks trailing off down the back of her thigh. She shivered. The leather was oiled and had a distinct scent. He walked to the front of her as he caressed her arm training it down her bicep to her armpit, up to her chest, down her breast lingering on her nipple. It stiffen as the cool leather teased it. “Oler el cuero” He said. She knew what it meant. Smell the leather. He lifted the leather to her chin and then under her nose. She inhaled and shivered. He moved the leather down and she walked around her. The leather traveling down her belly, across her pelvis, trailing by her outer thigh. Her breath quickened. She knew how this out end, the pain would fade, then. The snap of the leather brought her back to reality and chilled her. “Shall we begin…” |
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