SFCItyDom (c) 2007
Having left work early to relax at home, I read the rest of my morning paper on the train. I arrive at the 16th station, and I make my way out of the station and out into the sun light. It is fall in San Francisco, weather wise, the best time of year. It is warm with that hint of cool in the air of things to come.
As I begin my walk home, I give her a call. No answer. I wonder where she could be and hope that she is being productive.
There is a large old building two blocks away from the 16th Station that sat empty for over 30 years. The corner had become a place for drug addicts and dealers to hang about. Every time someone came up with a use of the building the locals would stop it. It is now porn studio that specializes in BDSM.
When the neighborhood found out about the studio the locals organized a protest. Ironically, they do nothing to deal with the filth on the street where their children play. However, "Oh my god, two (or more) consenting adults may be get a spanking." is enough to cause a special planning commission meeting. The meeting amounts to just lip service to the locals and the studio still stands.
Arriving at my building, I enter through the lower floor, where my office is located, and place my briefcase on the desk.
"Hello," as I make my way up the stairs. There isn't a reply.
When I get to the main floor, I find books and scholastic supplies spread out on the dining table. It appears she is studying. This puts a smile on my face and I am glad to see she is finally taking things seriously.
"Hello," as the brat comes down the stairs in her stocking feet.
"Hi. You're home early. Why?" she says somewhat breathlessly.
"Just felt like coming home and working later. I tried calling you."
"I guess I didn't hear it ring."
"Called to see if you wanted to do something. What's up?" I ask.
"Nothing. Just studying with a friend from school." She replies.
From upstairs I hear the toilet flush and a door open.
"Who?" I ask.
"Ashley," she replies. "We have a couple of classes together."
Going to the kitchen, I retrieve a glass from the cupboard and fill it with ice-water from the refrigerator. As I turn, I see Ashley come down the stairs and the two of them exchange some quiet words.
"This is Ashley." She says.
"Hi, Ashley. Studying hard?" I ask.
"Yes," says Ashley as she takes at seat at the table.
Between sips of water, I ask what they are studying. Ashley replies, "Math." I damn near spit my water out.
"That's funny, I was helping her with some math last week," I reply.
The brat walks into the kitchen and retrieves a glass from the cupboard. She pulls a carton of juice from the refrigerator and fills her glass.
"What kind of host are you? Not going to offer Ashley something?" I ask.
"Yes...Ashley do you want anything to drink?" she asks in overly dramatic tone.
"No thank you. I am fine," Ashley replies.
As she sips her juice, I come behind her putting my hands around her waist, I whisper in ear, "I'm glad to see you studying."
"If I don't you will get pissed," she replies.
"Yeah. You are right. Do you need any help with your math?" I tease.
"No," as she breaks from my grasp.
She moves away from me to put the juice back into the refrigerator. Turning as she closes the door, I lean in to kiss her and she pulls away.
"What's wrong?" I ask.
"Nothing," she curtly replies.
Leaning in quickly, I give her a kiss on the cheek. Pulling back, I get a slight whiff of pussy. She gives me a puzzled look.
She is against the sink and I can see Ashley off her shoulder studying at the dinning table.
"You may want to wash your face next time," I whisper.
"Next time what?" she snaps at me.
"The next time you go down on someone," I reply.
My words were loud enough that Ashley heard. She seems to have become a little more diligent in her studies.
"You're crazy," she replies.
"OK. Explain why one of your socks is inside out?" I ask.
She looks down at her feet and then back at me.
"I guess I put them on in a hurry," she states.
"I guess you are right."
Huffing, she walks out of the kitchen brushing by me and takes a seat at the table. They share a telling glance between them.
I walk to the couch and sit down. Picking up a magazine, I begin paging through it and then turn on the TV. Mindlessly surfing through the channels and generally being a pain in the ass.
Without looking up and with almost a dismissive tone she says, "Can you go down to your office so we can study in quiet?"
"Aren't we a little bossy? Are we going to talk about what I interrupted by coming home early?" I reply.
"Don't be a dick," she replies.
"I think I should be going," Ashley says as she gathers up her things.
Turning off the TV, I walk over to the table and look at the brat as Ashley looks to her. Placing my hand firmly on the brats shoulder, she looks up at me searching for forgiveness or reassurance. Today they will not be forthcoming.
"Ashley, do you want to see her again?" I ask.
"I need to go," Ashley replies.
"If you leave you will never hang out with her again," I state.
Ashley looks to the brat for guidance.
"Please don't be an asshole over this," she says to me. "Ashley didn't do anything and when have you ever cared in the past."
Crouching down, I place my head between Ashley and the brat and grab a hold of the brat's jaw. I look sternly into her eyes and ask, "Remember our agreement?"
"yes," she replies softly.
"I get it. Ashley doesn't know," I say.
"Know what?" Ashley asks.
"The brat and I have an agreement as far as girlfriends go. I can't have any and I have to know about hers before she does anything, and this is the first I heard of you. So, she has broken the rules."
Ashley gets up from the chair.
Turning, I look up at Ashley, "Ashley, I am dead serious. I can't punish you. However, the brat here, that is another story. I can keep her from seeing you."
"Sorry Ashley, just stay. He is just pissed at me."
"I am not pissed at all. Ashley. You didn't do anything. Hell, I would fuck her, if I had the chance. Oh wait. I do. Now, I am a bit Disappointed in her."
"Why don't the two of you take a seat on the couch?"
Ashley hesitates and looks to the brat. The brat nods her head in the direction of the couch. They walk over to the couch and each takes a seat at opposite ends. They appear as two kids that got caught shoplifting. They could have afforded to pay for the item (asked me first), but they wanted the thrill of stealing it or, I should say, the brat wanted the thrill of stealing it.
As she sits down the brat rolls her eyes, "He loves lecturing."
"You, young lady, are on thin ice." I take a seat in a chair across the room facing the couch. "I thought we were done with you acting out?"
"Acting out! Please!" The brat protests.
"Hey, you broke the rules."
"But..." She stammers as she looks away from me.
"We will get to your butt shortly," I interrupt.
Leaning forward in my chair I begin the questioning.
"How did you two meet?"
"We have classes together," the brat replies. "We were actually studying."
"And that is when you accidentally went down on her."
"That is what you think," the brat replies as she repositions herself.
Ashley looks down as her face goes flush.
"Well, considering the color of Ashley's face, I would say I am correct."
"Ashley?"
"yes?" She replies.
"Did the brat go down on you?"
Ashley looks to the brat for some guidance or support.
"Just tell him the truth. It's OK," the brat replies.
"Yes." Ashley shyly replies without looking directly at me.
"Now which one of you was the aggressor?" I ask.
The brat tucks her legs under herself and looks at me, "I was."
"Figures. I am not even sure why I asked that question. Ashley, is this the first time you have been with a woman?"
"No." She replies, still not looking directly at me.
"Ashley, you can look at me. There is nothing to be embarrassed by. I know what you two have done."
She looks at me, "OK."
"Hell, you may get more than you bargain for, and I mean that in a good way."
Simultaneously, both girls look at me with puzzled. I am starting to have fun.
I get up from my chair and walk around behind them. Leaning over I place my hands between them on the back of the couch.
"How did you go from studying to eating pussy?" I ask.
"It just happened," the brat replies.
"Did you bring her here to have sex?"
"No. We needed to study, and we need to get back to it," the brat says.
"So how did you find yourselves upstairs?"
"Well, Ashley was leaning over helping me with a problem and her breast rub up against my arm and I turned and kissed her."
"And...?" I reply.
"And one thing lead to another," the brat replies.
"And the next thing you know. You have your clothes off and are going at it."
"Something like that," She replies.
"Are you going to give me more detail?"
"No. You have seen it a dozen times before. Can you just drop it and let us get back to our studies?"
"Dozens of times?" Ashley turns to the brat.
"Ah. Yeah. I like girls," the brat replies.
"It is one of the things we share in common," as I smile.
"Were you going to tell me?" I ask.
"Yes. This just happened. I wasn't planning on it, and I would have told you this evening," she states.
"Are you sure?"
The brat looks at me as if to question my doubting of her.
"Yes, of course I would have. You know I would," she insists.
"OK. I broke the rules. You can spank me later," she says.
With her words, Ashley looks at her.
"It appears that you haven't explained the extent of our relationship to Ashley," I say.
Ashley's expression becomes even more perplexed as the brat begins to squirm.
"No, I haven't, and I'm not sure she needs to know."
As the brat speaks I can see concern coming over Ashley face.
"You are just causing Ashley to be anxious for no reason. Just explain it to her."
I step back as she turns towards Ashley and begins the explanation.
"Well...It is like this. Our relationship is a bit different. We have this dynamic between us and he makes sure that I am safe and cared for and makes me do things to better myself, and, in turn, I do what he tells me to do and try to be a good girl."