Good Girl

This is Part 1 of the Good Girl series.

I hope you enjoy. Comments are welcome.

Part 2 is already in the works with plans 3 and 4 to follow.

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Being able to stretch your legs is very important in life. Not necessarily just the physical, but mental and emotional as well. Fueling your internal fires is important. The trip I was on was doing just that. Two weeks ago, two friends and I took off on a cross country motorcycle trip to get away from the stresses of life and work. We needed it. I served in the military before and many of my brothers and sisters in arms were strewn across the country with everyone gladly opening their doors for us. So far, we only had to stay in a hotel twice which was a lot more boring than hanging and drinking with my friends.

We started in North Carolina which is where I was born, raised, and returned to after my military contracts ended. From there, we rode to Ohio for our first night. There, we drank, played board games, and drank some more. We stayed there for a day to see the sights which followed with a night of Dungeons and Dragons and more alcohol until two of our group literally passed out, falling from their chairs, which then resulted in the rest of us falling from our chairs in dying laughter.

The next morning we left and cruised west and stayed in our first hotel in Northern Illinois where also another friend, Dan met up with us. He was from Washington which was our next true destination. Of course we couldn't make it in one day, so we stayed at a second hotel in Grand Forks, North Dakota. Another long day of riding found us in northern Montana where we met up with another old military friend who joined us in riding around and showing us the sights for an hour. I want to be able to tell you what exactly happened that night, but the only thing I could remember was playing poker and drinking excessive amounts of vodka hand delivered by his sexy wife. The only reason I remembered this was because up until my memory goes blank, she seemed to come in wearing less and less clothing until she handed me another shot glass wearing a simple lacy thong showing off her incredible assets. She sat on my lap and I assume the blood alcohol content along with the blood flowing from my head to fuel other more excited areas seem to have resulted in a blackout. My clothes were kind of on when I woke up so I assume nothing untoward happened. All I know is what I do remember reminded me of old times of being in the Corps.

My friend's sexy wife made us breakfast which we each chased with tylenol for our headaches and we hit the road again making way for Washington state which is where Dan lived. He and I served together in the Marines and go back nearly 20 years of solid friendship. His wife, Katrina, always welcomed us with open arms. The first night there, surprise, we drank and caught up. Now, Dan, Tim, and I were in a Dungeons and Dragons group run by another friend who lived in California and tonight was the designated night that we let the dice decide our fates. The only member of our group who did not play our game was James but he was curious to how it is played so he wanted to listen in. James was a gamer like the rest of us but not a role player. With drinks in hand and dinner freshly polished off, we set up shop at the kitchen table with our laptops, dice, and not safe for the general public sense of humor.

When I pulled up the chat our Dungeon Master, or DM, Natalia, was waiting for us. Now, I've only played one campaign before this one so I'm still relatively new. Our last DM was a (surprise surprise) military friend who mostly just tried to kill us every night with varying forms of success. Natalia, however, wove an elegant story and kept it interesting each session. The scenarios were unique and kept us on our toes else the campaign would knock us flat on our backs. As much fun as it was to play, my favorite part of the entire experience was her voice. Seductive and sultry like liquid passion that fueled fires from within that drove my imagination to places that usually resulted in me being rock hard for hours at a time while we played through the campaign. We've chatted a few times and had some quite interesting conversations so we had an amazing little friendship going. I loved it because talking to her was easy and flowed nicely and we seemed to get along quite well. We've also reached the point where flirting was second nature and I felt that it only made our connection stronger. Our ideas of what we find sexy overlap in a large way and I always wondered how kinky she was.

In tonight's campaign, we did...well enough...which mostly means we didn't die. We lived to see another campaign. To be fair, I was distracted. Natalia did something different, she turned her camera on and had us do the same. Now, on top of her voice, I was continuously awestruck at her beauty. Midway through the night, we took a break and she went off screen. I was about to get up and get a drink when something caught my eye. I leaned in and squinted a little but I had a feeling I was seeing exactly what I thought I was seeing. Interesting. From there, my half orc character was poisoned and knocked off a small cliff into a lake below because my mind wasn't fully interested in the campaign anymore. It must have shown because she sent me a private message asking if I was okay and why I had this odd grin from time to time. Either way, distracted or not, we survived.

We signed off and it was only 10pm which was strange to me since usually I'm on East Coast time and it would be 1am. We didn't even move from the kitchen table as we continued to hang out and catch up. My phone buzzed and I saw a message from Natalia.

N: You okay?

M: Yeah, just a little distracted. You're distracting. ;) Thank you for not actually killing us tonight.

N: I tried, but not nearly hard enough apparently. Feeling cute are we?

M: Well, do better next time little one.

N: LoL. You want me to make it harder? Little one?

M: I like the way you say...'make it harder' LoL. And yes.

M: We both know it's fun to push limits. In DnD like in life, you never know what you're capable of or what you enjoy until you get out of your safe zone.

N: You're not wrong.

I'm fairly certain the way she said it didn't quite have the multitude of meaning behind as my mind chose to interpret...Yet, within those three words spoke volumes to me and all of a sudden my mind was flushed with opportunities and possibilities. I even found my hand flexing, clenching and unclenching in involuntary anticipation.

M: You're in CA, right? We're coming down that way in a few days. We have one stop in Oregon but we're going to be in Riverside County as the next stop after that.

N: You'll be passing by not far from me.

M: I want to stop by. We can do an earlier DnD session with you in person. None of this voice chat.

N: Sounds like fun.

M: Done. I'll let you know when we're close. Send me your address now so I have it and can start the planning.

N: Yes Sir!

I laughed. The way she wrote it and how it sounded in my head I pictured her giving me an over-exaggerated military salute while saying Yes Sir with authority. Still, it sounded good. Natalia sent me another message which I assumed was her address but didn't respond to it immediately. As the night wound down, we all got ready for bed and laid down.

I looked at my phone and saw her message was in fact her address. I responded 'Good girl' to her and shut off my notifications for the evening.

The next morning, the five of us saw the sights on the bikes. Dan and Katrina loved their state and showed us about everything they could think of. When we stopped I would take pictures on my phone and chat here and there with Natalia. Our communication seemed very open and pretty constant. Just after lunch, I told the guys I had to run an errand. I hit up a local store, found a few items I had been thinking of and sent them in a box to Natalia's address. I knew we'd be there in short order so I chose to overnight it with tracking. Getting the tracking was likely a bad idea because it's all I could think of while it was in route. When I received the message that it was on the truck to be delivered that day, I sent her a message.

M: I sent you a package. It's getting there today. Don't open it until I tell you. N: Yes.

I laughed..

M: Yes....?

N: Yes what?

M: Don't play games, you know you want to.

N: Yes...sir.

Perfect.

After two more days in Washington we stopped to see a friend in Oregon and stayed the night. The next day, we rode until we reached Bakersfield, CA. We didn't plan to get back until late after the DnD session so we got a hotel room early and took our bags in.

We had a few hours to kill so I ducked out from the guys and made my way over to Natalia's house. She lived in a nice little two bedroom house in what I assume had an HOA with how neat the neighborhood appeared. I pulled into the driveway and parked behind her small Honda Accord. Stowing my riding gear, I made my way to the door and knocked...loudly...and waited.

The door opened and for the first time ever, I was greeted by a 5'6" brown hair beauty. I couldn't help to look her curvy figure up and down with a hunger that was stronger than I realized. Her feet were bare showing off cute little red painted toe nails. She wore blue jeans that had holes throughout the thigh area and were tight enough to accentuate her thick curves and appeared almost painted on. A blue tank top, surely worn for comfort and not to conceal, bared the barest hint of a soft stomach and strained against her supple chest. She wore a bra, but her nipples were either hard and long enough to pierce padded cups or it wasn't padded yet still wanted to be seen. I had to force myself to not lick my lips at the site before me. Her neck was slender and in that moment I wanted nothing more than to press my lips against it or trace it with my fingers. Her lips were pulled back into a smile that reached her eyes. Her deep brown eyes were beautiful to match the rest of her. Her brown hair was pulled back into a hasty pony tail which looked to reach a bit past her shoulders.

"Hey! You're early," she said. "Where is everyone?"

"They'll be here ready to play. I wanted to stop by first."

"For what?"

"For you," I said, stepping forward with a purpose. She retreated from me and I reached out and grabbed her by the front of her shirt catching shirt fabric and her bra beneath it in the process. She started to protest. "No," I said firmly with hard eyes and she stopped all movement. After a moment of meeting my eyes and seeing my posture, her hands slowly dropped to her sides. Her eyes were wide but I could see a fire deep within them. I closed the door behind me and pulled her over until she was pressed back against the heavy wood. I reached behind her head and pulled her hair down so it brought her chin up and her eyes met mine.

"Don't move until I tell you. Understand?"

She nodded her head as best as she could.

"Verbally," I instructed her.

"Yes," she responded quietly.

I raised my eyebrows to her questioningly waiting for a better response.

"Yes sir," she whispered. When she said that her body lost it's tenseness. I could feel her body relax but I could see the fire within her eyes taken on a new life.

"Where is the package I sent you?"

"On the kitchen counter," she replied meekly.

I released her and she stayed where she was. Obedient. I walked through the house, clean and well taken care of, until I found the kitchen. I quickly opened the box and pulled out it's contents. I found what I was looking for and held it in my hand. I went back into the hallway where she could see me. Her curves were calling to my body in every way. I loosened my grip and let the red item unravel from my grasp until the strap I still held within my fingers kept it from falling completely. I held a red leather collar in my hand waiting for her to understand what was going to be asked of her. I gently turned it side to side in anticipation. I pointed to the floor before me, "Kneel with your hands behind your back," I commanded her.

Her hands shook either in nervousness or anticipation but she didn't move. A few seconds later she moved to take a step forward but hesitated before stopping herself. Her eyes met mine, fierce, yet pleading.

I whipped the leather collar and it smacked against the wall with a resounding crack. Natalia, visibly startled with a little jump of shock, immediately started taking steps toward me. She approached until she was two steps before me, looked me in the eyes, and slowly sunk to her knees onto the wood floor. Quietly, with the smallest hint of a smile, she looked up at me and placed her hands behind her.

She was beautiful. It was nearly a physical strain to keep myself from taking every little thing I wanted then and there but I wanted more than that. I believed she did as well. I slowly walked around her as if inspecting a new object to purchase. Our eyes held until I was behind her where she looked straight ahead and waited. I leaned down until my lips brushed her ear, the smell of her hair reminded me of peaches, "Good girl." I whispered. She shuddered and her breath caught in her chest when I placed the red leather collar around her throat. Taking my time, I slid the leather strap through the buckle securing it in place. I walked back around to where I stood in front of her. The red leather was a pleasing contrast to her creamy skin.

Adorned on the front of the collar was a large inch and a half qsilver circlet where a leash or ropes could be attached. The leash would have to wait, she was currently too perfect for anything by my hands right now.

I reached forward, and pulled up on the circlet until she was forced to stand up before me. "You. Are. Mine. From now on, I am Sir. This is non-negotiable. If you do not address me as such, you will be," I paused to let it sink in, "punished."

"Punished sir?" she asked. "What will be the punishment?"

"That depends on what you did to earn the punishment. For neglecting the Sir, each time will be a spanking. On bare skin. Does that seem fair?"

"Yes, it does."

I smiled. She either didn't catch her mistake, or she did it intentionally. I backed her up against the wall and began to unbutton her pants. They were very tight. Our eyes were locked the entire time sharing the intimate moment, fires burning deep within both knowing what was about to happen and taking our time to get there. The rise and fall of her chest quickened which did all sorts of amazing things to her tits as they rose and fell with each breath. Once unbuttoned, I backed away from her until my back reached the other wall of the hallway. I glanced down to her pants and back into her eyes and waited.

Slowly, she peeled, seemingly literally peeled, her pants off revealing smooth succulent flesh to my hungry eyes. While I thought she had great legs and hips before, seeing them bare elevated my desire to another level. Once the pants were off, she stood before me in the blue tank top and a red lace thong which now matched her toenails and her new collar. "Go get me a pair of scissors and come right back."

Her eyes widened for a second, but her body was already moving before her mind could figure out what was happening. I heard a drawer open and close and then she was standing before me once again, scissors held out to me. "Hands behind your back chin up slightly." She immediately got into position as expected of her and waited. "From now on, you will do what I say when I say it. Do not fret though, this is not a one way relationship," I said tapping the collar with the tip of the scissor. "This requires respect and trust which you have for me as I can see but you also have from me. I will always respect you and your wishes. Should we ever reach a point that pushes you past any boundaries you are comfortable with, simply say...Pumpernickel. From there, we are done. Completely. However, if you trust me, I believe I can help you reach new heights of freedom and pleasure you've ever reached before. If you trust me," I said, taking the first cut of the bottom of her shirt. The sound of the fabric cutting pulled a slight gasp from her, "Then trust me. If this isn't what you want or if you want me to stop, you know what to do."

She started to look down but I corrected her, "Eyes up." I looked down and slowly cut her shirt open, one slow cut at a time. At this moment, I was euphoric on so many levels. The sexual energy in the room was unmistakable. I wanted to live in the moment forever as slowly inch after inch of her deliciously smooth skin of her belly came into view. When the scissors reached her breasts the fabric, taught with strain, flew apart as the threads were severed. A cute red sheer lace bra held her ample breasts in place though did nothing to conceal her hard nipples. With a final cut, the shirt opened completely and I slid it down off her arms. Looking down at her, it was an actual internal fight to contain the raw hunger that wanted nothing more than to devour her in every way possible in that moment.

I placed the sharp tip of one scissor blade on her collar bone and slowly let it drag down her chest while we kept eye contact. Her breathing increased as the blade glided down the top of her breast. When the blade glided over the bra and directly across one hard nipple, she clenched her hands into fists, closed her eyes, and gasped out loud from the sensation.

"That's a good girl." I told her as she struggled to recompose herself. I placed the scissors in my back pocket and had her turn turn around. Once again my eyes feasted on the beauty of her smooth skin. Her body was too thick to be considered thin but she wasn't fat in the slightest. Her body carried her weight in all the right places that I couldn't wait to get my hands on. Gently, I caressed her back and trailed my hands down until I cupped each breathtaking cheek before me. Placing one hand on her hip to hold her in place, I pushed her forward by her shoulder blades so she bent over until she caught herself against the wall by her hands.

"Now, for your punishment for not calling me by my proper title, 'Sir'. Spread your legs." I commanded. Natalia did as instructed but not too quick as to give away her enthusiasm yet also not slow enough to show any reluctance. Her movements were the perfect speed and just sensual enough that I got the impression she was taking control of her situation. She flared her ass out just a bit extra on purpose knowing she had my attention like no other woman ever has. She then leaned her body back until her bare ass rubbed against the unmistakable log that had formed beneath my pants where she wiggled it with unconstrained excitement. It felt good. Really good.

In one swift movement, I thrust into her hips which pushed her hands firmly against the wall again, released my hands from her body, dislodged myself from her by taking a step back and then slapped the bare soft ass cheek as hard as I could ensuring I held nothing back. I felt the resounding crack of my hand jolt through my arm but my eyes feasted on the shock wave of her skin my hand caused that rippled from her ass to the rest of her body. I heard a distinctive gasp from shock that quickly rolled into a low drawn out moan. A hand print began to appear on her soft cheek starting pink and quickly forming to a nice red, each finger of the print clearly seen.

A second resounding crack echoed through her small home as a twin print was delivered to her other ass cheek. Another shockwave traveled the plentifulness of her ass. Another moan. Her breathing was rapid and shallow. I took the soft flesh of her ass into my hands and kneaded it firmly watching it move and mold to my fingers. "This," I commented, continuing to play, "is an amazing ass you have little one."