Chapter 02 – Punishment
Dear Reader: This chapter of Ron and Cindy's exploration of D/s still doesn't have a lot of sex in it, but we're getting there. Please bear with me while I get the story rolling; I promise that you won't be disappointed.
Thank you.
Note: This story presents adult situations in graphic detail. It is not suitable for anyone under 18 years of age. The characters and situations in this story are entirely fictitious and any resemblance to actual people, places or events is coincidental.
Ron eased his way out the door of her apartment, making sure that it closed securely. Immediately, he called his older sister, Sarah, who was caring for their mother while he was out, to apologize for being late. Hurrying down the stairs to the parking lot while they talked, he was uncomfortably aware of the erection in his pants. He assured her that he was on his way home and only ten minutes away, so she was free to leave and get home to her husband and kids.
They chatted briefly, Mom was asleep, and Sarah assured her baby brother that she wasn't at all upset about the late hour. She let him know she was delighted that he had enjoyed his dinner date. Ron used the excuse that he couldn't talk on the phone while driving to end their call and pulled his Mini out of Cindy's apartment complex, turning toward home.
Silently praying that Sarah would be gone by the time he got home so he could visit with Rosie Palmer, he briefly considered pulling off to the side of the road to relieve his discomfort. Just as the thought came to mind, the image of him being arrested by one of Cindy's fellow deputies for indecent exposure quickly dispelled any notion that he would get any relief before he got home. He was certain that Cindy wouldn't understand.
Fortunately, it was only a short drive and Sarah's car was just pulling out of the driveway when he arrived. He flashed his headlights at the back of her departing car and caught a glimpse of her wave before he pulled into the garage. He didn't waste any time getting in the house, checking on his mother and hurrying to his room.
Grabbing the towel off the back of his desk chair, Ron spread it across his bed and retrieved the baby oil and a paper towel from where he kept them concealed in his closet. Stripping off his shoes, pants and underwear, he stretched out across the towel, laying his phone within reach. Wrapping a hand around his stiff cock, he drizzled a stream of oil over the swollen crown of his member and let it run down the sides to where his fingers were closed around the shaft. He carefully coated the entire rod by working the oil up and down with gentle strokes of his slick hand.
With the memory of Cindy's incredible strip tease in his mind, he slowly worked himself towards relief. Once he had relaxed into a comfortable rhythm, he hit the speed dial on his phone to call his Domme mentor and inform her how the events of the evening had progressed. Punching it onto speaker, he laid the phone on his chest.
Maria answered on the third ring and seemed honestly delighted to hear from him. She had been following their progress avidly ever since their first day and enjoyed being a part of both of their progress. She seemed to be training him almost as much as he was training Cindy and he really appreciated her assistance.
After letting Maria know of his finding out about the child abuser bust that Cindy had been involved in and her subsequent absence at their planned rendezvous, Ron went on to relate all that had happened between her apartment and the lounge at the club. He was almost finished with the club scene when his balls drew up close to his cock and he teetered on the verge of climax. Maria must have recognized what was happening from his voice and breathing, because she interrupted his narrative, "Go ahead and come, Ron. Come now!"
That was all it took for the pent up pressure to explode. Ron barely got the paper towel over the top of his cock before the geyser of cum shot out. Spurt after spurt jerked up and out of the sensitive mushroom head as he struggled to get his breathing back under control.
"Thank you for understanding," he finally managed to get out.
"I know how it is. Breaking in a new sub isn't easy, especially your first one. But, you're smart to avoid sex at least until you get the results of your blood work back."
After finishing up the details of the rest of the evening, they discussed how he should punish Cindy for her errors. Their hectic schedules made it difficult for Ron and Cindy to find a time to get together for something like that and where it could be done was a major problem. Maria agreed with him that Cindy's apartment should be her personal refuge and no punishments would be administered there. And Ron's Mom's house should only be used if nowhere else could be arranged. That didn't leave many options.
After a few other possibilities were discussed, Ron brought up the idea of using a spot on a mountain biking and hiking trail at the local state park. He had ridden the trail frequently when he was first starting to bike regularly and there were various exercise stations along the path. One of the stations was at the top of a ridge where approaching bikers or hikers would have to work their way up a fairly steep climb before getting within sight and could easily be heard before they were close enough to see or be seen.
The trail was one of the shorter ones in the park and one of the more difficult, with some long steep climbs and precipitous drops. The hammerheads avoided it because of its shortness and the newcomers tended to avoid it because of its difficulty, so it seldom had much traffic on it other than lunchtime riders out for a quick ride.
Maria enthusiastically endorsed the idea and offered a few suggestions of her own. He promised to check out the area and get back to her before he finalized plans. With that, they said their good nights and promised to keep in touch. The last thing that Ron did before collapsing into bed was to send Cindy a text message instructing her to call him when she took her lunch break. He fell asleep almost as soon as he slipped into bed.
Cindy was so exhausted that she was asleep before Ron's car left the parking lot. She slept fitfully until just after daybreak. Then the nightmares began. This time she was inside the filthy living room when the man picked up the small child by the arm. This time she could hear the screams and the sickening thud of the young boy's body slamming into the wall. Only, this time she couldn't do anything to stop it; the scene kept repeating itself again and again.
She awoke sitting bolt upright in bed, shaking uncontrollably. Her body was covered in sweat, her fists clenched tightly and her nails gouging deep marks in the palms of her hands. When she realized that it was only a bad dream, she fell back onto her pillow and the tears began to flow. Gradually, she quelled the shaking and regained control of herself.
Glancing at her alarm clock, she realized that she might as well get up because her alarm would go off in twenty minutes anyway. She stumbled into the bathroom and turned on the shower. For some reason, her body ached almost everywhere. She would need a hot shower and a cup of coffee before she would be able to make any sense of things.
A short while later she was sitting at the dining table, dressed in her underwear and robe, sipping a strong cup of coffee. Gradually, the events of the previous day began to come into focus. It took a while to sort the actual happenings of the unbelievable day from her nightmares.
The successful completion of the stakeout was a fact, along with her forgetting to meet Ron and their showering together. The rest of the evening seemed like a dream, some of it fairly tale princess type dream and some of it horrific nightmare. She shook her head and resigned herself to piecing together what had really happened and what hadn't as the day progressed.
