The next day was Friday, and we were going to friends for a dinner party, and the weekend was stuffed with kids, so I felt a bit off, impatient. I wanted these new experiences now, not later. That afternoon, though, I got a text notifying me of a delivery.
As I picked it up, I got a text.
'As I won't see you, put on what's in the box and send me a picture.'
'As this might be new to you, any pictures are from the neck down. I trust my security, but we won't risk your reputation on anything ever leaking.'
That made my tummy flip twice. First, with the request; then, the reminder of his thoughtfulness.
I had a bit of time before the kids, so I quickly got undressed. In the box was a light-blue corset with just a bit of shelf, instead of bra cups; matching blue stockings with suspenders at the bottom of the corset, and a tiny, scrappy thong thing. More than a little turned on, I got changed; then posed, taking a few shots in the mirror, before sending one. Hitting the send button was such a thrill.
'Oh yes. Turn, bend over so I can't see your face.'
That was a naughty one. I almost came when I hit send.
'Tangle the knickers around your legs and spread them wide.'
Oh god, I was fully on view.
'That's the one. Someone got their topiary cleared. I like it.'
'A little bird suggested it.'
'She's a good girl, always thinking of me. Though I suspect she was also thinking of herself.'
'Can I just say the father-daughter thing is doing my head in.'
'Too much?'
'Not yet.'
'There's a dress to match, conservative, enough anyway. I understand you have a dinner party tonight?'
'Yes, I'm getting a bit impatient with planning.'
'As am I. He's dodging it.'
I felt a little fire light. Then I checked my calendar. 'Tuesday?'
'Good girl, I'll make arrangements.'
After a pause, another. 'If I may, someone needs a spanking for being a naughty boy.'
That stopped me.
'I'll send you some links on reading material.'
The afternoon flew by. I sorted the kids, got the babysitter over a bit earlier, and made sure I was dressed before Tom got home. The dress to match the lingerie was an off-the-shoulder number. More sexy than I usually wore, but I was feeling it. It was a bit of a whirlwind before we got in the car to go. It was a nice evening, old friends with lots of laughter. I deliberately was cold to Tom on the way home, and when he tried to talk, I said we'd speak at home.
When the babysitter left, I went upstairs, telling him to follow me. With my back to him, I told him to strip. The gasp, as I unzipped and slid out of the dress, almost made me giggle, but I kept stony faced as I turned.
"You've not been honest around organising a next date."
The blood drained from his face, and he so looked like a naughty boy caught in the act, I almost relented.
When he said, "I'm scared," my heart melted, and I dropped to my knees, taking his face in my hands.
Was this too much? "Scared, of us? I love you deeply, and if this isn't what you want, we stop. Us is more important than sex."
His voice was almost a whisper. "No... I'm scared I'll like it too much. That's terrifying."
Ah, okay then. I stood back up. "That is honest, but you didn't say. I've taken things into my own hands. You can still say no, but, otherwise, I've arranged with Charles for Tuesday night. I've sorted babysitting and declined your night with the boys. As punishment, I will also be having a date with Tanya tomorrow night. Do you disagree with any of this?"
He looked like a child who'd been caught out, there was a hesitation, long enough that I began to think about how I should handle it if he disagreed, but then he shook his head.
Right. I went and sat on the end of the bed, knees together. "That's not all. Put yourself over my knee. Someone needs to be spanked."
He looked at me, both shocked and... excited.
"Now!"
He jumped, as if stung and scrambled over to me. I'd been reading all afternoon, and helped arrange him. His hard-on I clamped between my thighs, and I crossed his wrists on the small of his back, holding them down.
My own voice squeaked, not sounding very dommy, as I said, "Are you ready?" I started light, but by the tenth, found myself getting into it. I was really excited, by what I was doing, by his squirming and moaning. On the tenth, I pushed him off and spread my legs. "Say thank you with your tongue."
I didn't know he could crawl that fast. It was glorious. Needing more, I handed him a dildo.
He looked at me expectantly, "I could..."
"No, you don't deserve it. Pleasure me." From there, I moved us on to different positions. My fave was becoming sitting on his face and tormenting his cock. After I'd cum three times, I finally let him cum with just the lightest of touches, then as before, left him to go get ready for bed. As I walked away, I told him to make sure my dress was hung up.
I was asleep within seconds. The next morning, I took a bit of pity on him, just not much. I laid him flat, and went reverse cowgirl on him. Feeling wicked, I turned on the telly and put on some porn, sound off, of course. When he tried to put his hand on my hips, I scolded him and just rode him for my own pleasure. He didn't last long, so I actually slapped him, then sat on his face until I had cum.
I showered first, but I stopped him, as he tried to slip past me without looking at me. "So, I'm being bolder. I'm enjoying being bolder. Are you enjoying it?"
