Everything is Better Now

Chapter 8

"Sit on the bed, Dear." She spoke softly. We'd left the restaurant parking lot in a frenzy, or perhaps I did. She, like usual, had her hand on my thigh imploring me to slow down. It didn't help. We got to her place in record time.

"I-i'm sorry drove too fast, Johanna."

"Hmm," was the only response I received. Her back was turned to me as she entered her closet. Her absence felt like a punishment. Perhaps it was. Her silence as well.

"I won't do it again," I called out loud enough for her to hear.

My hands anxiously clenched the sheets. If she responded I couldn't hear it. I regretted everything about this evening. I won't blame my family for me driving too fast, I really just wanted to eat her out. I will blame them for being the assholes they are. Their idiocy could derail a good thing. My good thing.

She came back into the room holding a few things in her hands and wearing the most beautifully sinful, garter belt and t-shirt. My mouth went dry as she walked past me to the bedside table and sat her things down.

"I don't remember telling you to speak Darling."

"Oh, S-sorry. I didn't me-"

"Hush." She spoke turning back around to me, nipple clamps dangling in her hand. Okay, so we're doing that tonight. cool. "Tonight you are going to learn to listen to directions the first time."

The breath left my lungs as the little masochist in me leaped with joy, the newbie in me crawled back into her hiding place. The scared little bitch is the one who showed her fear on my face. I tried to quickly remove it but couldn't.

"Now dear, I will not hurt you." She stood in front of me still wearing her dress from the restaurant. "Well, not much, I won't."

She looks at me, maybe through me.

"Undress." She gave ground and moved to the chair behind her, sitting so perfectly and exposed and waiting.

I stood wondering where to start. Obviously my shoes.

I bent slightly to carefully slip them off before moving to my pants. If she was expecting a strip show she would be very disappointed. I popped the button and slid the zipper down. Her eyes never left my body. My pants slipped off and to the ground as I began to rid myself of my shirt.

I stood in my briefs and sports bra.

"So far you are not doing well dear. When I said undress, I meant everything" She spoke slowly drawing me closer with her curled finger. She picked up the riding crop and swatted my thigh. I hissed at the pain before reaching for my bra.

"Much better dear, do not forget those delectable briefs you are wearing. Perhaps one day we can fill them with something a bit," she trailed off. " ...more?"

She shouldn't be able to toy with me like this, but she was. My thigh still stung but it was milder than before.

"How does that sound, love?"

"Good," I replied.

I slid my bra off then my briefs. I stood waiting for her direction. When none came I shifted my weight. Her crop flew through the air and landed on my thigh. I flinched from the sting as she brought the crop to my skin again. I whimpered in response.

"I love it when you cry for me, dear." The words were near-silent as they left her lips. "Kneel"

She pointed with her crop to the space directly in front of her. Internally I am leaping for joy, but in the back of my head I know I won't get exactly what I want. Either way, it's not like I'm not going to kneel.