Barbara was late. I looked at my watch, frowning. Early was fine. Lateness was not to be tolerated. Twenty minutes after she was supposed to be standing in front of me, there was a timid knock on my condo door. I waited for a minute, letting the tension build before calling out that the door was open. Barbara meekly opened the door and stepped inside, making sure to close it behind her.
I sat in my chair, a disappointed look on my face as Barbara walked over and stood in front of me, her hands by her side and her head bowed, a look of consternation on her face. She was dressed conservatively, a grey jacket over a white blouse and a matching grey skirt with black pumps. Even though her head was down, I caught a glimpse of tears forming in the corner of her eyes. My heart softened for a second. Maybe I should forgive her this transgression I thought to myself. Then I came to my senses. If I let this pass, it would countermand all that we'd established in our relationship so far. I couldn't do that. Barbara would have to be punished.
I'd met her at a bar. Just turning twenty-one, I was still trying to find myself sexually. Having messed around in college with both sexes, I decided that I much preferred women over men. I also found out that I liked being the dominant one in the relationship. All of the porn that I watched in my dorm room was lesbian D/s videos and many was the night that I would rub myself off to satisfying orgasms while watching the images on my computer. In my mind's eye, it would be me spanking the girl draped over my lap, it would be me putting clamps on her nipples and fucking her from behind with a strap on, it would be me sitting there while she kissed my feet, her hands bound behind her. But, unfortunately, I never got the chance to indulge in my fantasies while in college.
When I finally graduated with my master's in business, I was hired by a company in the bible belt and couldn't refuse the generous pay and benefits. I thought that my chances of ever dominating another woman were done for. I was so wrong.
It didn't take long for me to find the lesbian scene in my new home. The local "girls only" bar, Tulips, was amazing. Many a morning found me waking up next to some cute woman that I'd met only the night before there. It was fun but still not satisfying. I wanted more that just a one- night stand. Then Barbara walked into my life.
It was rather dead at Tulips that night. I was sipping on my Cosmopolitan and talking with Chris, the cute bartender. We were discussing my frustration with finding the right partner to explore my kinks with when I noticed a smile appear on Chris's face. Turning my head to see what would cause such a reaction, my eyes fell upon the beauty that had just walked in. The newcomer was older. I judged her to be around my mother's age. I normally didn't go for older women. I much preferred newbies, those young girls that wanted to explore what it was like to be with another woman for the first time. But there was something about this woman that caught my attention. There was an air of nervous vulnerability about her; like a fawn leaving her mother to explore the vast woods for the first time.
When Lisa, the waitress who took the woman's order, walked up to the bar and told Chris what to make, I said to put it on my tab. Lisa smiled at me and winked before taking the white Russian over. I watched the woman's reaction as Lisa told her that I'd purchased it. A shy, blushing smile. Nice. Without waiting for an invitation, I sauntered over to the table where my prey was sitting and joined her. She didn't object when I sat down.
The conversation was banal. Barbara's story was the same shit that I'd heard a million times before. Husband cheating. Divorce. Wanting to try something new. I slow-played it, not wanting to scare my little fawn away. When it was time to go home, however, I informed Barbara that I expected to see her here Friday at eight. Without even waiting for her to respond, I paid my tab and left.
Sure as shit, when I walked into Tulips Friday at eight, Barbara was sitting at the same table alone, waiting for me. My face broke into a wolf-like grin as I approached her from behind. That was the beginning of our relationship. Barbara was a natural submissive. The first night I had her undressed, I couldn't help but marvel at her nude body. Beautiful breasts, toned legs, a nice tan from her working outside with the horses that she helped take care of and train. Again, as the first night I'd met her, I took it easy on her. I wanted to show Barbara the pleasures only another woman could give her. And it worked like a charm. She was begging for mercy for me to stop eating her out and fingering her pussy after only the second orgasm.
Barbara's first attempt at sucking my pussy was not good. It took all of my willpower to not grip her hair and just grind my vagina against her face. That, I waited until the second time she ate me out. The moan that she gave as my fist tightened with a handful of her red locks let me know that she got off on the submission as much as I got off on the dominance. It was a match made in Heaven.
It only took a couple of more sexual encounters when she was over my lap, trembling as I prepared to give Barbara her first spanking. I could feel her dangling breasts brushing up against my bare leg and after I reddened her ass cheeks a little, a quick feel of her puss showed me just how turned on she was. I shook my head in amazement as I fingered her to an orgasm. Her ex was a fucking idiot for letting this one go.
In the following weeks, I established my dominance over my little fawn as well as ratcheted up the pain. The first pair of nipple clamps that I used on Barbara were the least painful set I could find, more for decoration that anything else. She wore them while she prepared my dinner. I didn't remove them until after I fucked her hard from behind with my eight-inch strap on. The next spanking I gave her because she failed to get me off with her mouth, I used my hair brush. Tears were streaming down her face as she did her best to please me. The orgasm that I had was so intense. Knowing that Barbara had a stinging butt because of my displeasure with her caused me to flood her face with my juices.
Which led me back to tonight. I had planned for her and I to meet a couple of girlfriends of mine from college. The dinner date was still three hours away so there was plenty of time to get ready but that wasn't the point. I expected her to be on time and didn't give one rat's ass why she was late. I sat there on my favorite chair, just looking her over before simply saying "Strip."
I could see her trembling as she removed her jacket, carefully draping it over the back of the sofa. Barbara had a hard time undoing the buttons of her blouse. I fought the desire to just rip the blouse open and instead sat back in my chair, thoroughly enjoying the effect my displeasure had on her.
I stopped Barbara from undoing her garter and removing her silken stockings. As per my instructions, she hadn't worn panties or a bra and the sight of her nearly naked body caused me to momentarily lose my breath. I stood up and began circling her, touching her tits, caressing her ass, running my fingers through the soft down of her dark red-haired bush.
"You know I have to punish you, right?" I whispered, my lips nearly touching her ear.
"Yes Miss, I understand," Barbara replied with only a hint of nervousness in her voice. Standing behind her, I lightly gripped her hips and maneuvered her to the front of the couch, then pushed her between her shoulder blades so that she was leaning forward, her hands flat on the cushions.
"Don't move," I said before walking to the kitchen. Out of her sight, I made a big production of rummaging through the drawer where I kept my cooking utensils even though what I was looking for, the big wooden stirring spoon, was laying right on top. I loved this spanking implement as Barbara had told me that her mother used to use it on her when she was little. It not only reinforced the dynamic that I wanted with our relationship but it did a great job of reddening her bottom, leaving a nice mark with a loud smack.
