She was far younger than my usual 'type.' Honestly, my usual 'type' was my wife: 72 years old, with ample breasts still very shapely and desirable; a short, petite, well greyed brunette.
By contrast, this 'woman', she was old enough not to be a 'girl'; but by my standards, such as they are... just barely. She was twenty three years old; and was seriously into 'Daddy' worship. We had chatted online for quite some time. She insisted that she was willing to do 'Daddy's' bidding.
We had met once, just to have coffee; to satisfy both of us, that the interactions between us would be safe. I had insisted that I could not host, some last ethical barrier on my part from violating the home front; although I was, obviously, prepared to cheat on my wife... in one form, or another.
She had worked out with me, her 'hard' limits; things she would not do. I was not disappointed as they pretty much parallel mine, with few exceptions. Neither of us was much into real pain, or bruising, bloodletting, or torture, etc.. She was more into bondage than I was usually comfortable with.
I was to be the 'Dom', but obviously, with limits imposed by both of our hard wired upbringing... or so, I thought.
The problem of hosting was solved by a friend lending me his place in the hills for a day; an old cabin, easily accessible by road; but with no nearby neighbors.
We would meet there for a couple of hours on a Saturday afternoon; a time my wife was usually away from home.
I arrived first to warm the place up. It did have central heating, and as it was pretty small, the place was quite cozy in a short while. The crunch of gravel on the driveway announced her arrival...
She stood five foot three and wore hiking boots with wool socks; her legs encased in the mandatory ripped jeans. She wore a short red jacket over a plaid shirt. She was quite slim with very modest breasts, but a nicely rounded ass...
We were both nervous. She may have assumed that 'Daddy' had a plan; but in truth... 'Daddy' was playing this one by ear.
It was agreed there was to be no kissing. This was not a romantic encounter. This was purely about lust... in both our minds. She wanted to make Daddy happy, and started rubbing against me. Instantly, I knew what I had to do to take charge; but how... this was very new to me.
"Back off, Julia," I insisted, "this is going my way... or no way." But in truth, what was my way? She mumbled an apology, insisting that she just wanted to please me. "Well, pleasing me means doing what I tell you."
And what might that be... hmmm, I asked myself. Well, to assert my control. I instinctively felt she needed to be punished for her initiative; so I slapped her bottom. Julia looked surprised by the suddenness of my action; but also pleased, that 'Daddy was in charge.'
