Stuart seemed to realize that, however,because he kept me close to him as he set the restraint on the table and kissedmy head. Letting him hold me tight as he moved us over to the couch, he had meon his lap cuddled close in seconds. “I’m sorry I’m being silly.”
Stuart scoffed like that was the mostridiculous thing he’d ever heard. “I don’t want to hear that coming out of yourmouth again. Just because it wasn’t a spanking or a more physically taxingpunishment doesn’t mean it didn’t take an emotional toll on you.”
The gruff tone of his voice had me smilingand snuggling closer. “Really?”
“Yes.” He kissed my head, holding metighter. “Your feelings are valid no matter what they are, but this was thefirst time you were punished and this is the first time in probably a very longwhile that you were accountable to someone else.”
“I hadn’t thought about it that way.” Closingmy eyes, I soaked up the feeling of being held. “If you don’t count schooldeadlines and threats from my parents, you were the last person who setboundaries for me.”
I felt him go still and for a moment Ithought I’d ruined our night by bringing up my childhood, but he didn’t make memove. Kissing my head again, his body relaxed and his hand came up to pet myneck. “You grew up to be a wonderful man, imp. In spite of everything, you didan amazing job of raising yourself, but now it’s time to let me take thereins.”
It wasn’t really a question, but I noddedanyway. “It’s difficult.”
“I know. And next week is going to be evenharder. I fully expect you to have another night of writing lines very soon,but I’ll be right here waiting for you to be done.” My sigh had him chuckling.“You are funny and unique. However, you are not well-behaved all the time andwe both know it.”
“At what point do I get a spanking instead ofsomething like writing?” There had to be a timeline for that. “When we movebeyond PG levels of sex stuff?”
Stuart snorted. “Good try, but no.”
“Aww.” I sat up and gave him what I knewwas a very cute pout.
He shook his head. “No, punishments willalways be frustrating and boring. They will not be fun or sexy or naughty inany way.”
My obvious frustration had him flashing mea grin and I got a quick kiss. “If you want a scene where I pretend to punishyou for some infraction and you get a spanking that way, I will be more thanhappy to play out that scene. But spankings are for making you squirm and begto come.”
Oh.
“Will you like that kind of scene too?”Swallowing, I tried to rephrase it. “I mean, if it’s something I like would yoube willing to have that be part of our life all the time?”
Stuart spent several long moments watchingme before he caressed my cheek and nodded. “Do you want to be able to be mybrat and have me punish you with spankings and edge you so long you’re beggingto come and promising me anything to get to orgasm?”
He said it evenly like he was asking me ifI was a flowers and chocolates kind of guy for our first anniversary, but thequestion had my dick getting achingly hard and the stress from the punishmentfaded so fast I wasn’t sure why I’d been emotional to begin with.
“Yes, Master.” I tried to answer just asevenly, but my response came out breathy and I could hear the need in my voice.“I think…I think I would like to try that scenario.”
Very much so.
“Then I’ll add it to my list.” Again, itwas the combination of tone and words that had me struggling to think.
“List?” He had a list?
He nodded. “You were very forthcoming with thetopics you’d like to explore at some point, so I’ll add that to the list.”
He was keeping track of my fantasies?
“Thank you, Master.” I must have been a masochistin a former life because I kept pushing. “What kinds of things are already onyour list?”
Yep. Masochist.
I wasn’t sure if he just liked seeing mesquirm as I got more and more turned on or if he was simply being factual, buthe answered my question.
“You indicated thata lot of your desire comes from knowing what turns your Master on, so I’vepicked a few things to start that are my favorite things that I think you’llenjoy anyway.” He stroked over my head. “Or that you’ll at least suffer throughfor me.”
He was so fucking perfect it was scary.
“What are your favorite things, Master?” Iknew he was going to tell me, but I had to ask anyway.
What would he do if I came from justhearing his list?
