She Said Yes - a Covid-19 Story

Amanda explained her request: "Your part will be to spank Julie OTK at my direction. We will video this tomorrow morning."

"I spank Julie?"

"Yes. My client wants a male spanker POV, who acts at my direction. I suppose he wants to imagine he is spanking her. In any case, I would ask one of my regulars, but that would mean finding someone Covid safe. And you are already here, so I decided you could fill in."

"I'm to give Julie a spanking over my knee?"

"Yes, the important part is that it is at my direction. You do only what I say. It will be my voice on the video, and maybe Julie's, but during the spanking you will remain silent."

"But I give Julie a spanking?."

Yes, yes, get over it. You will also rub her bottom a lot. This will not be disciplinary, but a long, slow, sensual spanking. Still, I hope you will be able to turn her bottom quite red. The marks from the belt I used today should reappear."

"I rub and spank Julie's bare bottom - over my knee - at your direction - silently."

"Don't get too excited about it. I want 20 minutes of usable video. Since we only have one camera, and two lights, we will have to do different takes from different angles. Twenty minutes of video will take us all morning. You will tire long before we are done."

"I'm going to get tired of spanking Julie's bare bottom - while she is over my knee?"

"Oh, stop it! Stop thinking with your little brain. With your little brain you imagine it is all about you. But you will learn it is not about you. It is about Julie. Your hand and arm will give out long before Julie's ass. She is tough. Your job will be to do as I tell you. Nothing more, nothing less. Am I clear?"

"Yes, Ma'am. It's just... "

"Yes, yes, I know. For a long time you have thought about what it would be like to spank a woman. And you never imagined it would happen. And now it's going to happen. And you got excited. Put all that out of your mind. This is a video about Julie being spanked by someone I control. Think about doing what I say to do. Get excited about that."

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Before you say yes you should understand I also want to use footage from this shoot to upload to my new onlyfans page."

"So, I should be aware I will be visible on the web?"

"Yes, but you will be well covered in a covid mask. The issue is, in order to include you on onlyfans, you need to be registered as a content creator. You don't need to identified or linked in the video, but you will need an account."

"I need to sign up with onlyfans in order to spank Julie?"

"Yes, that's the long and short of it."

It didn't take me long to consider the options: sign up and spank Julie, or not. "Would you help me with the signup?"

"Of course, dear." Amanda grinned. We went through the signup. I chose my "scene name" as my moniker.

"Now, I believe it is time for us to make dinner. After that, I believe you have some additional copies of your essay to write out. I expect six perfect copies, exactly alike, on the table tomorrow morning. Julie is coming over at 9:00. I expect you to be ready by then. I want you dressed all in black."

"Yes, Mistress."

"I'm Amanda to you today. In the video I'll be Mistress."

"Yes, Amanda. Remind me what we are making for dinner."

Well, of course, I could not get Julie's bare bottom out of my mind. I've seen her bottom, not just clothed, but naked. I've seen her walk, naked, through my condo. She has a glorious butt: round, with a pronounced curve above the back of her thighs. She has a beautiful pear shaped body. I love looking at bottoms like hers. Moreover, I touched that butt when untying the rope harness. My God, that touch was just a hint of the pleasure to come tomorrow. 'A lot of rubbing,' Ananda said. I'm going to rub and smack that bottom for hours. The wonder of that bottom under my hand, this very hand. This hand will turn that butt red. This hand will know the pleasure of unrestrained access to her bottom. This hand will know that bottom, and later this hand will bring my cock to climax. This hand will connect that impossibly sexy bottom with my prick. Oh my God, what if she moans while I spank her? What if she cries out? What if she gets excited in the frenzy of spanking?

My mental state went something like that all afternoon and into the evening. Even as I carefully drew out each letter of my essay five times. I decided to do five copies of each page, rather than five copies of the entire essay. That way, I could make sure each page was exactly right before going on to the next. I was half way through when I could not resist my imagination any longer. Besides, my hand was beginning to cramp up from holding the pen so tightly.

After unloading the dishwasher, putting everything in the kitchen away, and cleaning the counters, I picked up the unfinished work on my essay and announced I was going to my room. Amanda said I could stay at the table, that she was going to open her niteflirt line from her room.

I sat there at the table looking at my essay and considering all the work in front of me. It would take me a couple of hours to make the copies, then more time to check for errors, then more time to fix the errors. I decided, that since Amanda was in her room on a call, I would go to mine for a long, slow wank. Copying the essay can wait. I needed to relax my hand. Such was my logic.

I intended a leisurely, rhythmic tug while thoroughly considering Julie's bottom. I thought about the roundness of the flesh, the crease between the orbs, the transition to the thighs. I imagined the back of those thighs. I decided I would need to massage the back of those thighs. I imagined my thumb sliding down the crease, gently touching her ass.

It didn't take long before tugging became full out jacking off. And soon after, a climax that disappointed even me. I have no staying power. I was disgusted with myself. Premature ejaculation seems to be one of my many failures, even when I am the one doing my own hand job. There is every likelihood Julie over my lap will be enough to make me cum. I am truly disgusting.

Well, on the bright side, I will have the time to finish five copies of my essay. And, having ejaculated, I should be able to focus on the task: five perfect copies. I wonder about the relationship between masturbation and purposeful living. Maybe if I masturbate more, I will be able to focus better on the tasks of life. Maybe, for me, frequent masturbation will lead to purposeful living.

In any case, I find urinating after ejaculating cleans out my prick. I discharge less residual pre-cum in my pants. I waddled over to the toilet and sat down. I spent longer on that piss than I did masturbating. But it felt good. I know I could never please an amazing woman like Julie. But I like thinking about it. Maybe, with Mistress Amanda's help, I can do a good job of spanking her.

Who am I kidding? I'm just playing a part. Before I climax, I always believe I might be able to please a woman, but after, after I cum, I know the truth. I'm inadequate. That's why it feels right to submit to Mistress Amanda. When she is done, when our session is over, she always says I did a good job. My submission, my endurance, my acceptance of pain, she always complements something, as though I pleased her.

I got up off the john and went back to the dining room table to finish copying my essay. Amanda said she liked my essay, especially with the additional paragraph. I want to make her happy with it. I want to get this right.

Strange how I'm not obsessed with Julie's butt right now. It's like I've eaten and no longer hungry. I can focus on my task. But still. Tomorrow morning will come. Julie will be over my knee. And my hunger will return. It's probably best if I rub one out in the morning before she arrives so I can focus and be purposeful.

Amanda was on the couch reading her kindle when I returned to copy my essay. She looked up and asked, "Did you have a good time in there?"

"I took a break. I'm ready to work on my essay."

"I bet you are." She smiled. "Just be finished with all your work before Julie arrives."

"I will. I'm part way done with the five additional copies already."

"I had a chance to look over your edited essay and I found a couple of new mistakes. I'm afraid you will want to do it over. I marked the mistakes for you."

"Yes, Ma'am. Thank you, Ma'am."

I sat down to rewrite my essay. Amanda actually found three copying mistakes on the first page. Fixing them made the page longer. I had to redo everything I had done to make the rest of the pages fit. This time I worked to be sure the first version was perfect. Then I copied each page, holding it up to the light to compare with the original to be sure it was an exact match. My hand was stiff.

This took much longer than anticipated. At one point in the evening, Amanda came up behind me. Looking over my shoulder, she said, "Good work," and tousled my hair. "I need you to do just as good a job spanking Julie tomorrow. You should wear all black for the shoot."

Her hand rested gently on my right shoulder. I could feel her thumb on the back of my neck. She was so near I felt her hair lightly touch my ear. Damn, this woman is fine. I shifted in my chair, leaning back, enjoying her presence. As I did so, my prick unbound from my underwear, responding to her presence.

Why is it that Amanda's sexuality, while so enticing, remains for me remote and unattainable? The slightest touch from her overwhelms my senses. I felt nothing, save her hand on my shoulder, her thumb against my skin. Everything about this moment is perfect. Her touch, whether gentle or fierce, erases all other awareness. She could pull and twist my ear, or lean in, lightly kissing my ear with her hair, it matters not. When Mistress touches my body, I exist. Some part of me would rather the kiss over the pinch, but this is not my choice to make.

"I expect the video of Julie's spanking to get lots of downloads on my new onlyfans account and make some money," she said. "Thank you for helping with this project. And thank you for giving me this safe space to work. You have been a godsend. I don't take it for granted."

That's when she kissed my neck on the left side just below my ear, her hand still on my right shoulder. My mind went completely blank. I experienced what I call a whiteout: as if all the blood drained from my head. Her lips, those luscious lips, on my neck, I could not breathe. And just like that, she was gone. It was not long before I heard the shower.

For the second time in the day, I went to my room. This time I was more successful at slowing the process. I imagined a tease and denial, Mistress telling me to stop when I got close. I imagined that word on those luscious lips painted red: "Stop." I let go with one hand and held the base of my erection with the other so it stayed upright. Then I gently slapped my balls until I felt I could safely resume jacking off. I accomplished six rounds before going over the edge. The entire time I imagined Mistress watching me, encouraging me with a kiss on the neck when I stopped on time.

I planned, while my hand was furiously at work, that when I did climax, my imaginary Mistress Amanda would order ten firm strokes to the balls. I resolved to do it, to slap my balls ten times, hard. The thing is, after ejaculating, I lost all interest in doing so. Besides, I caught the ejaculate in my hand and I didn't have anything to wipe it off.

I did my waddle to the bath and sat down. Reflecting on masturbating, I realized Julie had not appeared in my imagination. Amanda had returned to her rightful place in my fantasies. I know it is wrong, but I can't help myself. Before ejaculating, all I think of is Mistress. How could I possibly please her or make her happy with me. I don't really believe my tolerance for pain is sufficient for Mistress to truly enjoy making me suffer. And I do not imagine I am the man who would interest her in any other way. But while jerking off, there is this hope, this fantasy.

After masturbating, my mind is clear. I'm hopeless. On the bright side, I'm able to think about things other than Amanda, or Julie for that matter. I went back to my task, finishing exact copies of my essay. It took hours; my hand hurt. I decided to watch some Netflix.

I had some cheese and ham with crackers while the show was on. I thought I really should get to bed. Tomorrow was going to be a big day. I do not want to disappoint Mistress Amanda. I vow to do exactly as she says and SPANK JULIE! Sleep felt like it was a long way off.

Actually, I slept through the night. I got up early and made coffee. I knew Amanda would also be up soon to get ready. I sat at the table with coffee and toast. She appeared in short shorts and her cutoff top. There was enough "underboob" available to make it clear she was not wearing anything underneath. I looked down at my coffee.

"This is going to be a good day," she said. If this works out, we will film a lot more content in the coming weeks. I hope to get enough today for several segments."

I got up to get coffee for her. "Do you need any help setting up?"

"I think I've everything ready to start. I don't have much equipment yet. I did purchase a second ring light yesterday. It will really help, but we will need to change things every time we change angles. It will take time. I hope you don't get bored."

Bored! Like that's going to happen with Julie over my lap, her naked bottom right there for me to touch. I went to my room to clean up and get ready. I took a long hot shower with visions of butts and underboobs in my head. I felt relaxed and focused after. Long hot showers do that for me. Plus after, I am confident my genitals are very clean.

As instructed, I dressed all in black. I have a black dress shirt I bought a couple of years ago for my job. I haven't worn it much, but it fits. Black jeans, shoes, sox, and a black soft cotton mask, it all matches. I decided to wear two layers of underwear to hold my dick in. I'm ready.

Right on time, Julie arrived. We sat at the table. Amanda talked us through the video. She explained three "acts." In the first, I would kneel and kiss her shoes, then, follow her directions. We finish with me sitting in the chair upright, my hands behind my head.

In the second, Julie knocks and enters. She kneels and kisses Amanda's feet. After playing with her a little, Amanda commands Julie over my lap, and directs me in spanking her. The spanking starts over her dress, but then I lift her dress.

In the third, we reposition and I continue spanking as Amanda plays with her. In the end of the video, Amanda leaves with Julie while I remain in the chair.

All of us will wear masks. Apparently, Julie will need to take hers off at one point, but I am to wear my mask the whole time. I'm to do as told, no improvising no emotion, no excitement nor any resistance. I'm simply to do as I'm told. Amanda then informed me that I will be blindfolded as well as masked. She will put the blindfold on me after I am seated. I'm not to take it off for any reason until I'm told to do so.

It turns out I'm not going to see anything! But I'm still going to spank Julie's naked bottom. I really do want to get this right for Amanda. It's her livelihood. If she can transition her following onto a paying platform, she'll be able to get through this pandemic. I just want to help out. I want to have a small part in restoring her status. I want to be important to her.

And then there is Julie. She is wearing a cotton dress, perfect for a summer day. Yellow, with cap sleeves, it covers her shoulders. Its vee neck line and fitted top appear comfortable while highlighting her lovely breasts. The dress flairs about her hips to below her knee with a front side slit up to mid-thigh. She on has a pair of strappy sandals with chunky heals. Her yellow mask matches her dress.

I know this is more than you want to hear about how Julie is dressed, but I don't know a better way to describe how delightfully fuckable this woman is. I see women like her on the street or in a café and I can't stop looking. I'll never know one, not for real, not intimately. Now, here is one, right in my condo, right across the table from me. Somehow this dress makes her seem even more available than yesterday. Yesterday it was a fierce rope harness, today a soft dress. And Mistress Amanda is talking about this woman across my lap. And I can't think anymore. I'm not listening. Amanda sets up the first shot.

With Julie filming behind me, I knock on Amanda's door. When the door opened, my reaction was completely real and unrehearsed. I fell to my knees before her. When we were at the table, she had been wearing some kind of wrap that looked like a dress. Under it she must have had on her black corset, because she didn't have time to change.

She did, however, have time to add makeup to her eyes. Perhaps because she had on a black cloth mask, her eyes jumped out at me. Her eyes were set off by a dark green eye shade and a dark line of mascara. I could not hide from those eyes, so I knelt.

Mostly, however, I knelt because of that black corset. To my eye, it made her more commanding, more imposing, even intimidating. Like a kind of feminine armor, her breasts lifted, her waist narrowed, her hips...

As I dropped to kneel, I lingered on the sight of hips and upper thighs, female flesh contrasting with corset armor. She had on thigh-high shimmering shear stockings held up with garter belt straps.

"Where are my kisses, slave?"

Quickly, I lean forward to kiss her shoes through my mask. Even though her toes are exposed, I kiss only the strap of her high heels. I know my place. It feels right to be at her feet. Transported, I am no longer in my condo, but her dungeon.

She turned and walked into the room, snapping her fingers once as she went. I followed, crawling, head down. I saw only her heels. This room, I know. I helped her set it up the way she wanted. But, at this moment it seemed unfamiliar. I felt unsure, lost. "Here, slave." She pointed to the floor in front of her.

I put my forehead exactly where she pointed. I felt good about my performance. I could hear Julie behind me, recording the scene. I wanted to make it look good. I felt compelled to do this right. I am afraid I will fail.

"Slave, today you will do exactly as I say and nothing more. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Exactly as I say or there will be consequences. Am I clear?" She was walking around my kneeling body, inspecting her property.

"Yes, Mistress, exactly as you say."

"Spread your knees farther, slave."

I did as I was told. Head down hands flat in the floor in front, knees now spread as wide as my slacks would allow. This was the presentation position I learned in her dungeon. Mistress put her left heel, a tall stiletto heel, on the webbing of my right hand between thumb and first finger. The ball of her foot was across my wrist, trapping my hand. Slowly she shifted more of her weight onto that heel. I inhaled. The pain was focused on one spot. I thought her heel might punch through the skin. I held my breath so as not to cry out.

"Very good, slave." She relented and stepped off my hand. "That hand is going to get a workout today slave. You will thank me."

"Thank you, Mistress."

"Ha, very good, slave. Not what I meant, but very good. You may kiss my ass now."

She turned away from me. I got into position and realized she was wearing a thong. I've never kissed her ass before. With only a cloth mask between me and her, I pressed my face into her butt cheeks and kissed the cloth.

"Very good, slave. Now wasn't that a good reward?"

"Yes, Mistress, Thank you, Mistress."

I went back down to the floor, head down, hands down before me, knees spread as far as I could. "Rewards and punishments, consequences for your behavior today, slave. Will you do as you are told?"