The Sweet Mrs. Rodgers reviles her story Chapter 02:  

The Sweet Mrs. Rodgers reviles her story
Chapter 02:

I really didn't discuss any details of what I had in mind for Simon with Annie. She doesn't really know enough about the kind of things that usually happen to offer much input anyway. And somehow, I doubt she's had the long conversation with Simon to know what he's truly interested in. Snooping is far easier. And it has the bonus of being so much more fun. Besides, with no experience, I doubt Simon would know himself exactly. Just in general, the kinds of things that excite him.

I know it has Annie anxiously wondering what is going to happen. If, for all she knows, we're just going to sip tea and talk. I'd hope she's smarter than that. I decide to do something I don't usually do. Answer my own door when the knock comes. But I do have Sophie, who is the usual door-slave (that's like a doorman) close behind me.

I open the door and Annie greets me warmly. As she does, Simon's eyes check me out quickly, and then almost immediately shift to Sophie. Today, like almost every day, I have Sophie dressed in one of what I call her slave dresses. They're all the same except for the color.

They're all-lace stretchy dresses that start at her breasts and run down an entire inch below the bottom curve of her shapely behind.

They have a fringe of frilly white lace. But the lace doesn't do much to hide anything. It just makes Simon look a little harder to see through its little holes. And to see that Sophie doesn't have any underwear on.

She does have matching fingerless gloves. And boots with spiked heels and sides of a stiff lace that rise to her knees. A big, fabric, plush horseshoe clip to hold her honey-blond hair out of her face, too.

Today's dress is the lavender one. As are the gloves, boots, and hairband.

Sophie is 19. She's also rather pretty. She's 5'4" and about 120 pounds. She has some pert 34-B cup breasts with wide pink nipples and she has a puffy pussy mound. I'm pretty sure that silky-soft and smooth mound is what Simon's eyes are straining to see, too. Men.

I greet Annie warmly, with a quick hug. Then I immediately turn my attention to Simon. I watch as his eyes snap back to me when he realizes that I'm talking to him. As if he's trying to cover up the fact that he was ogling my slave! I just wonder if he even noticed the pastel green soft leather collar with its fringe of white ruffled lace locked around her neck. Or the bright, shiny brass padlock that's keeping there. Or if he just noticed that if he peeked hard enough, he could get to see her "goodies."

"I hear you've been a very naughty boy, Simon," I say firmly, with just a hint of teasing in my voice. As I say it, I reach my hand out to his waist and grab hold of the waistband of his cargo slacks. Those are a dark blue. I'd bet they're MFD issue. I get a good, full grip on them at the button.

I pull him forward. He isn't expecting it. The surprise shows as he half stumbles the first step into my apartment. And that's as far as I needed him to come in. Another little shove by his pants and he reflexively takes a step to his side, twisting to stay facing me as he goes. It's not a sure-footed step, either. And then one more step backward has his back against the wall. And that's definitely where I want him.

It takes him by surprise. I wanted it to. I guess Annie really had him thinking they were coming for tea. I almost laugh, thinking how he must have been dreading tea with one of her girlfriends "and now I catch you." I sharpen up my voice a little, so he knows I'm scolding him. And so that he can hear the disapproval in my voice. He has been naughty. "Ogling my slave girl like some creepy pervert!" I let go of his waistband. And very quickly I grab a hold of his crotch, right through his pants, and hold it snugly with a firm grip. Enough of a grip that I see his eyes go wide. He definitely feels the grip I have on his cock and balls now.

I'd bet he's wondering not only what's going on, but what Annie is about to do. Who would expect his "sort of girlfriend" to bring him to see a DOMME? Well, other than me. Annie isn't the first.

"Maybe a good, hard spanking will teach you to behave your creepy butt!" I tighten my grip just a hair. But he feels it.

I turn my head to Annie. I can see that she's just a tiny bit surprised.

But it's as if she expected to sit and chat for a few minutes first. That I might offer Simon a lesson. "Annie, you don't mind if I spank this creepy boy for leering at my slave like some weirdo lecher, do you?"
Annie looks a little more surprised. "Uh... sure, go ahead." She tells me. I think it's just that Annie thought she'd be offered the chance to leave before anything happened. Technically she has the chance. The door is still open. She could leave him here.

I turn back to Simon, now with an evil grin on my face. In my scolding voice, I very firmly tell him "Since my friend doesn't mind, come along, creepy, and learn your lesson like a big boy!"

I take a step back. I don't ease up on my grip. Simon, kind of dumb struck by the suddenness of everything, and how unexpected it all is, follows his balls. He takes a step forward, his feet slightly unsteady.

Then he follows me another step over to where I have a chair waiting. It's just one of the arm-less chairs from my dinette a couple of more steps away.

I use his balls to nudge him around to the side of the chair. Then I release his balls. It's a distraction for him. He's so relieved that for an instant he thinks of nothing else. And that's the instant it takes me to have his pants unbuttoned and unzipped.

Simon is a decently tall man, about 6'1" and I'd guess close to 190 pounds, give or take a little. It makes him a full foot taller than I am. And likely double my 92 pounds, again, give or take a few.

Unfortunately for me, Simon also has almost no hair. It's just a full buzz cut that, leaves about ½" of hair. And that's far too short for me to get a grip of. Maybe with tweezers! He does have a nice, full head of the near stubble, though. It looks dark, maybe dark brown or black.

But he does have shoulders. I put my hand to one, feeling the strong, well-developed, and toned muscles there. I'll bet Annie enjoys feeling those. And I have a foot. It might be a small foot, but it's plenty big enough to tap the back of his knee and buckle it for an instant. It just happens to be the instant when I give his shoulder a hard jerk forward. It sends him dropping down to his knees.

I keep going, in a single, smooth fluid motion. As Simon drops onto his knees, his mouth opening to finally say something, I drop my bottom into the chair. And as I do, I pull his shoulder down and forward. It sends his chest forward, leaning over my still-opening thighs. It has Simon just slightly off-balance, and that brings the bend of his waist snugly against my thigh. His arms don't flail, like so many women tend to do. But they do come up reflexively to block his fall.

That has them falling at my left side. My left thigh catches his chest around the level of his nipples. It leaves him firmly over my knees.

I don't give Simon a chance to say anything. I figure that in about two seconds he's going to try and get back up. So, I hurry. With his pants unfastened, it's a simple thing. I just grab the waistband of them, in the center of his back, and shove hard. It pulls his pants roughly, and quickly, over his bottom. As I'm doing it, I let my thumb slip under the waistband of his undershorts. It takes those down with pants and that leaves a rather hard bottom nicely bare over my thigh. It's a bottom with strong, and thankfully almost hairless, cheeks. Cheeks that have a fair, but gentle, rounding to them. Cheeks that are hard enough to have a defined curve at the bottom from the toned muscles. And almost no fat on them. Oh, these cheeks are going to spank so well!

"Slave, my paddle," I call out in my sweet voice. Sophie already knew what I was going to ask for. The paddle is just a few steps away, out of sight, on the dining table. She has its handle in my hand in a few seconds.

The paddle I selected is an old-fashioned schoolhouse paddle. It's about 18" long and 5" wide. It's made of a solid hard wood with holes drilled in it to speed its swing up. It looks like it would hurt. And it does. Then again, Simon has been such a naughty boy! I lie the blade of the paddle against his tight cheeks.

Now it hits Simon just what his position is. He's over my knees. And his bottom is bare. The light panic takes hold. He uses his hands and strong arm to start pushing himself up, trying to rise off my knees.

I'm prepared for it. It's just so predictable. All it takes is a firm push between his shoulder blades as my foot knocks against one of his wrists and bumps it forward. The bump takes it away from him, keeping it from lifting any of his weight. The shove downward puts his chest back flat over my legs.

"Three strokes out teach you not to ogle my pretty little slave-girl!" I harshly scold him. I lift my paddle up high, raising it off his globes for a second.

Simon's head comes up, turning fast from side to side. He scrambles with his hands, trying to get them back in place braced against the floor to lift his body up. His eyes very anxiously look about for Annie. I haven't been watching Annie. I don't need to. She already knew or should have known, that I'd spank Simon. She's the one who told me he was "intrigued" by spankings. He won't be in a few more seconds.

He'll be familiar with spankings. But as I was sitting, I could see the look on Annie's face. It was a mixture of light surprise, at the speed of things, and a smirking grin. I'd bet it's the smirking grin that Simon will see now. If he finds her fast enough.

I snap the paddle down hard, putting about ¾ of the power I could into the stroke. The paddle lands squarely across the center of both cheeks. And it lands with a loud, splitting crack.

"UH!" Simon grunts hard as the paddle swats the bare flesh of his cheeks. I feel his body tense up as he lies over my knees, stiffening, but not snapping. It takes about half of a second before I feel him start to relax, the tension flowing from those strong muscles. At the same time, I hear him breathing out a heavy breath.

Then, the paddle cracks down, ringing out just as loud, as the second swat lands on his already pink cheeks. I am not going to give him any time to think. Not now. Not when this is still a surprise for him. He only gets time to be spanked. The slow stuff will come once he accepts that I am above him. And he will obey me.

To be continued