This is a story of femdom that begins in reverse as a story of male domination. If you enjoy female domination and humiliation stories, I hope you enjoy.
If that's not your thing, then don't be fooled by the beginning because it becomes a femdom tale pretty fast and goes very deep.
Part 1 - GETTING FRESH AIR
It's a beautiful sunny day. I am walking down the sidewalk with a brisk spring breeze in the air. I had just grabbed a sandwich and an extra-large unsweetened iced tea for lunch at the local café. I am looking around at people passing and feeling a bit restless and distracted. Everyone seems to be out getting fresh air after a long winter, but still dressing for chilly weather; jackets, sweaters, workout gear.
Passing by an attractive young woman on my right from behind, I see she is saying good-by to a friend who is walking away. My eyes are drawn to her tight black yoga pants highlighting a perfect as framed by her long brown hair flowing down her back. As I start to pass her, I look to see what the white lettering in big block letters down her leg says.
Curving around her muscular leg it says ADIDAS. I think, "Hmmm... I didn't know Adidas made yoga pants."
Suddenly bang, she swings her arm out wide as she spins away from her friend. My iced tea is smacked from my hand, splashing onto my leg before the cup slams into the sidewalk.
"Oh sorry..." she says looking up into my stunned face.
Whoa, her eyes are deep brown and totally captivating. So taken by her thirty-something luscious lips smirking and her quiet giggle, the fact that my leg is soaking wet doesn't even register.
She says with irony and not even a dash of sincerity. "Sorry, I should have looked where I was going, this happens to me a lot. Really really sorry. What can I do...?"
"Well... how about buying me a new drink. I got it right over there"
"Sure, no problem" as she starts heading toward the bakery.
We walked into the shop without a word. I'm thinking - no problem, just my leg is soaking wet, you little jerk.
When we get inside, she goes quickly to the counter cutting in front of an older man who was just starting to step into position. Enraptured by her beautiful backside I follow right behind her oblivious to the surroundings.
We walk to the counter, and I say "two large iced teas, she's paying" before she can open her mouth.
She pays, with an eye-roll, "Lets just get out of here". I pick up the two drinks and we walk toward the exit, stopping at the stools and countertop along the window. I sit and hand her one of the teas.
She waves off the drink. "No thanks"
"Take it!" I say firmly.
Hesitantly she sits on the next stool and then whispers "I don't really want it, I kinda have to pee already..."
"The least you can do is join me after creating this mess" pointing to my soaked leg.
"OK, but no kidding, I do REALLY need to pee, and there's no bathroom. And by the way my name is Donna." She says, leaning over slightly placing her hand on my upper thigh for just a moment "Really sorry about the spill. I really should pay more attention."
"You got that right" I say in a quiet deep voice looking her directly in the eyes.
"I know, I know..." Donna giggles.
"I'm George. Good to meet you, I guess. Just drink up quick. My place is just around the corner and so can help your situation out.
"What?"
"The little girls room?... you can almost see my house from here" I point.
"Oh yeah, thanks" She smiles and chugs down the tea in three large gulps. "Now I reeeally need to go".
We stand up and walk across the street towards my house, she walks more quickly than me trying to get me to move faster.
As we walk Donna softly blurts out, "Thanks so much for this. I am really a bit of a spaz. A bit more discipline in my life would sure help. At least that's what my friends say. I don't know."
A very strange choice of words... discipline? I think to myself.
My mind quickly returns to where all this started, that beautiful ass in those yoga pants.
I take a shot, "I can help you on both counts, the little girl's room and a little discipline." As soon as words came out of my mouth I wanted to crawl under a rock.
She stops for a moment, looks at me blankly, shrugs her shoulders "Sure, whatever". Another slight eyeroll, but this one seems maybe playful. Who knows..
Wow, I think to myself, what did that mean?
Part 2 - INTO THE HOUSE
I open the front door and we walk into the foyer, Donna quickly stepping ahead of me as we get inside.
"Where's the bathroom?"
"I will show you". We walk over to the bathroom door and I decide I need to at least see where this might go. I can't stop staring at her beautiful behind. Very spankable. Almost crying out to be spanked.
Looking her in the eyes again, and touching her shoulder "When you are done, if you want more of my help then pull your panties all the way back on, but only pull your tights only up to where your pubes start. I want your panties exposed. When you come out and say 'George please help me with my discipline' ".
She stares back for a few moments. I am sure she is about to say "you perv" and storm out. But she just turns and enters the bathroom firmly shutting the door. I hear her peeing.
She really did need to go.
The sound stops and I wait. Nothing. Three minutes pass. Nothing. I think geez, she's probably creeped her out and she trying to figure out how to get the hell out.
Then finally I hear the sink run and the door opens.
My eyes drop to her pelvic area. Her panties and tights are just below her vagina, she is shaved clean. My mind goes blank, just staring.
I say, "I told you to pull your panties up, only tights down."
Jessica says exasperatedly, "I don't wear panties and I shave my pussy. What planet are you from, or decade anyway?"
True, I have a decade or two on her. But clearly, this young woman needs discipline.
"Now do you have something to ask me?" I say, thinking this is going quite well.
Barely audible she says "George please discipline me"
"Go into the kitchen and the far drawer on the left has utensils, pick a spoon, spatula, whatever you prefer for your discipline. And don't pull up your pants." I say trying to sound confident.
She walks in, rummages around in the drawer and returns with a heavy wooden spoon with a long smooth handle. She looks up at me smugly.. "Now what".
"You really do need disciplining. For that we need to go upstairs. I want you to slide the spoon between you pants and your vagina, with the spoon head in front and the handle out back. Then pull the tights up as far as they go to wedging the handle in those lips of yours. Then we will go up the stairs."
She looks at me, a little less smug and defiant. Her attitude will change soon enough, guaranteed.
She slides the spoon between her pelvis and tights and pulls up the tights as instructed. Her lower lips press around the spoon handle. Her face briefly squinches in a way I can't read. She looks so beautiful and delectable like this.
I can smell her faintly. I am getting a bit dizzy with intoxication.
Part 3 - UP THE STAIRS
