Hey everyone - I don't have a ton to add to the top of this story. A recap from Chapter 1: Our protagonist (Jacinta) has gotten the lawyer in charge of her family trust (Edward) to be her disciplinarian and spanking dom. She's never gotten to explore that side of herself before, so that's what this is about. This story is about her first actual punishment spanking.
As always, everyone here is older than 18 years old. And of course - as always - in real life, none of this kind of thing should be happening without enthusiastic consent. This is, as always, fantasy...but let's hope it's filthy fucking hot fantasy.
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Jacinta slipped into her jeans as quickly as she could, then cast a nervous glance over her shoulder. She needn't have worried; the locker room was empty, all her other teammates talking in the gym hallway or else long gone into the snowy Saturday night, already dark at 6 p.m.
Jacinta had planned it this way. She needed the privacy.
She shoved the rest of her soccer stuff back into her bag, then took a seat on the wooden bench behind her and sighed, put her face in her hands.
She winced and shifted her weight off her ass, more onto her hip, and swore under her breath. The spanking last week had been the first one in a few weeks -- she and Edward had taken a break from their usual weekend meetups for the holidays in December -- and she'd forgotten how much they really could hurt, even days after he was done smacking her.
Spanking.
She closed her eyes and sighed, relished the pain in her ass. Her breath was coming more shallow and ragged now as her heartrate increased.
Thinking about this here -- in the locker room of the gym where her entire soccer career was based -- felt filthy. And fucking hot.
Almost time, she thought. Almost time. She'd been waiting all week, more nervous than usual this time, just based on everything he'd told her on Monday.
Just based on the fact that she was actually getting punished tonight.
She gripped the edge of the bench to keep her hands from trembling at the thought. Her hand brushed the inside of her thigh on accident and she gritted her teeth against the screaming, aching need between her legs.
She hadn't touched herself all week. That hadn't been her choice, of course.
She *needed* tonight. Some kind of release.
She'd been able to put all of that out of her mind during soccer. She'd been surprised at that, at her own ability to focus even as the back of her mind and her subconscious burned with a hunger she'd never felt before. It was as if this newfound dynamic with Edward -- this indulgence in her darkest fantasies, the kind of shit she'd always been most ashamed of -- had calmed the other parts of her life.
As if that side of her now had its own answers and its own plan, and she didn't have to worry about it when she needed to do other things. Like play soccer.
She'd never felt this way about vanilla sex, even when she'd been having regular vanilla sex that she knew most people would've considered to be pretty good. She hadn't understood the hype back then, how you could lose yourself in it, get lost daydreaming about it, ache for it so much you could slip into depression when you lost it.
Now she did. She felt that way about spanking, about dominance and submission, about...
(punishment)
And to be fair, of course, she thought, shouldering her bag and heading toward the locker room's exit, she and Edward had never actually had sexual intercourse.
They'd never gone down on each other or even used their hands to get each other off. Hadn't even so much as kissed.
By most people's standards, they didn't even have a sexual relationship.
Jacinta wasn't most people though. If she had to choose between this dynamic and penis-in-vagina sex for the rest of her life, she would've chosen this. Easily.
She hit the hallway outside the locker room at a brisk walk, eager to escape the gym completely and be on her way across Galena City to Edward's house.
"Hey girl, good job out there tonight," Nadia said from behind her.
Jacinta spun, and resisted the urge to swear under her breath. She thought she'd waited long enough until everyone would have left.
She blushed, for more reasons than one. When she'd joined the team just after college, she'd never imagined she'd get a compliment like that from Nadia. Nadia *was* the Galena City soccer team. Had been for a few years now. She was easily one of the top players in the Atalantahna League too.
Jacinta had always gotten the sense Nadia wanted her teammates to forget that about her and -- even though Jacinta didn't think she'd ever be able to do that -- she and Nadia had become good friends in the two years they'd been on the team together. Jacinta had come to think of her as the older sister she'd never had.
"Thanks Nadia," Jacinta said. "You looked pretty fucking solid tonight out there too."
Nadia snickered, shook her head. "You're on a streak though. It's been a really good few weeks for you. People are talking about it."
Jacinta's stomach lit up with butterflies. "Really?"
"Yeah," Nadia said, and crept closer, a conspiratorial smile splashed across her pretty features, dark eyes gleaming in the buzzing hall lights. "I heard Atalantahnan Sports wants to do a front cover story on you."
Jacinta laughed, more out of disbelief than anything else. "Stop it, Nadia."
"You think I'd fuck with you about something like that?" Nadia asked.
No, Jacinta did not think so. She also couldn't believe it.
"I...thanks for the heads up," Jacinta said, her blush only deepening now.
"Of course," she said. "I don't know what you've been doing these last few weeks, but I'd say keep it up."
"Thanks Nadia," Jacinta said, lowering her eyes, embarrassed by the older, better player's praise. "It really means a lot, coming from you."
"Sure thing," Nadia said. "Look, what are you doing tonight? You want to get dinner? I can buy. I feel like I haven't seen you in a while."
Jacinta winced inwardly. Nadia was right; they hadn't seen each other in a while.
