By the side of that old tree trunk, in that clearing, using that same rug on which, earlier, Alex had knelt while taking Richard deep into her mouth and drinking his cum, together they shared food, wine and personal stories.
Richard talked about his finding and exploring the BDSM scene. Initially, during his marriage it had been theoretical, in that he had never done anything more than read, chat and fantasize. Later, now single again and free of the emotional turmoil of his divorce, he had started making friends on the net, and then attending meetings. Munches, the US brethren called them – tasters for those new to the practice of non vanilla sexual roles. He talked about his experiences with some submissives he had met online, some extremely wise, and others as painfully naïve as himself.
Thankfully, his background in interpersonal psychology had prevented him from falling into the God trap that so many newbie wannabe Doms succumbed too – believing their own legends of wisdom and authority. The BDSM scene was as full of damaged people as you could find on any average tube train, but add in the explosive mixture of sex and emotional power plays, and the potential for severe psychological damage was immense.
Alex felt twinges of jealousy as Richard described some of the relationships he had formed. And yet, in his reflective tone of voice and thoughtful expression, she also saw honesty, and a caring and enquiring mind. He talked more about what he had learned and passed on than he did about the different acts he had performed. With some relief, however, she also discovered that for the time being, he was without a partner of any kind.
Alex shared her own, less eventful, past. She had had a loving, but very strict Catholic family up bringing. There was a drunken fumbling at a party that led to her loss of virginity far too young. Then her crush on a teacher in her 6th form who had initially been flattered by the attention, and then run a mile when he discovered she was serious about wanting to have a physical relationship. She confessed she had originally been really angry and hurt at that, but now understood his decision.
Since then, at university, she had been able to let loose and discover the ups, and downs, of sexual relationships. On his side, Richard felt those same envious feelings for the young men who had been her partners. However, he also recognized the same mistakes and misunderstandings of his younger days. Overall, though, Alex had soon realized that she was more interested in sex than most of her contemporaries, and was drawn to situations where she felt helpless and was receiving punishment. She confessed that from an early age her fantasies were a lot wilder than any of her experiences had been, until now, that was. She joked about wanting a combined father/teacher figure – an analysis Richard felt was probably spot on.
"Of course," said Alex wickedly, "if I'd realized just what a dirty old man you were, I'd have come along to your tutorials in my school uniform."
"Heaven forbid!" Richard said with mock horror. "I would never have got past all those boys fighting to get a better look at you. Anyway," and here he smiled "there will always be other opportunities."
Alex shot back with a grin "Oh. So you think I'm that easy do you?"
"Not at all" Richard laughed, "I just feel that the term is yet young, and there are probably one or two things you would still like me to teach you."
"And what does my darling teacher have in store for his young pupil?"
"Well," and here Richard started ticking points off on his fingers, "There is the use of dildos, vibrators and other toys; An introduction to the agony and ecstasy of anal sex; Bukkakke and other restraining techniques; The differences between Sado-Masochism and Dominance/Submission..."
Richard stopped and looked over his glasses at Alex who was struggling hard not to burst out laughing.
"Is there something the matter?" He enquired earnestly.
"Yes, and no!" Alex caught her breath. "It's just hearing you talk about all those wonderfully dirty things, and yet you make them sound so boring and mainstream."
Richard pulled Alex to him and looked into her eyes.
"Now that, young lady, is the difference between theory," and here he gave her a long passionate kiss, "and practice."
Alex melted again into him, "Then please practice on me all you want. I love the way you teach me."
He held her tighter and stroked the hair back from her brown eyes.
"In that case, may I suggest we adjourn to somewhere more private where we can proceed with fewer clothes and no possible interruptions?"
Alex murmured huskily. "That sounds perfectly indecent. Let's go now."
By the time they had packed up and made their way back to the car, it was 3:00pm.
As they were putting the picnic things back into the boot, Richard noticed the pack that Alex had earlier stored there.
"So tell me. What delights did you bring along to the party?"
"Well sir, I thought that later we might do a bit of "show and tell", and I had a few things I wanted to tell you."
Richard looked thoughtfully at this young innocent with the filthy mind.
"I'm seriously intrigued now. I move we head back home so you can reveal all."
The journey back to Richard's flat in Westminster was uneventful, and as they fell through the door, they held and kissed each other with growing passion. Alex had been right in her initial assessment; she really had found a passionate male under that academic exterior. Her body tingled at the prospect of more highly charged erotic sex, and she couldn't help pushing her hips against him to signal her arousal.
Richard broke away and almost dragged Alex into the bedroom. He stopped and took a deep breath.
He span round and looked sternly at Alex.
"Right, I think that it's time you showed me what you have in that bag there you little tart. I'll bet it's something really wicked and naughty, something for which you will deserve being punished."
"How did he do that?" Alex wondered to herself. She was hot and ready in the hall, but his words and actions here were like petrol on the flames. It was as if he could see every erogenous zone in her mind. With relief she slipped into a role she had fantasized about many times – the girl good caught being naughty, and enjoying the punishment she received.
"Oh sir. How did you know? I have some very bad things in my bag," and here Alex twisted her feet like a schoolgirl in front of her headmaster. "And if you are going to punish me for them, then I think I should get ready now - like take my knickers down."
Richard picked up on the hint.
