Apr 042007
 

“What the hell is this?” Kevin asked.

Cassie shivered, and it had nothing to do with the morning breeze on her naked body. The girls were bent over the deck for their regular morning spankings. Kevin stood behind her, and she didn’t need to turn to look to know exactly what he was upset about. Her ass was a mess of bruises from Danielle’s spanking last night. She hadn’t seen it herself, but the whispered apologies from Danielle this morning had told her that it was bad.

“I said, ‘What the hell is this?’ ” Kevin repeated. “Who spanked Cassie’s ass?”

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“I did,” Danielle said.

Kevin stomped over to Danielle and whacked her ass with his paddle. “Oh, you did? Who the fuck said you could spank Cassie?”

“Ouch!” Danielle said, but before she could answer, Melinda spoke up.

“It’s my fault, sir,” she offered. “I suggested we play with Cassie last night.”

Kevin gave Melinda a backhand with the paddle as well. “Did you now? And why the fuck did you do that?”

This time, it was Alisha’s turn to speak out of turn. “Because Cassie was really upset last night! We decided to take care of her.”

There was no paddle hit for that response. Unable to turn around, Cassie just stared ahead at the white-sand beach and the aqua blue waves. A pit of guilt opened inside her, and she tried to fill it with the beauty of the beach. No matter what happened next, she thought, at least she’d have Cancun and her friends for a few awesome days.

A full minute of silence passed by before Kevin spoke again. “Julia, give Danielle some lessons in spanking. Use Melinda and Alisha for practice.”

“What are you going to do?” Julia asked.

“I’m going to take Cassie out for breakfast,” Kevin said. “Get your street clothes, Cassie.”

Oh, shit, Cassie thought. Is he going to kick me out of the house?

Kevin said nothing to her on the walk to the restaurant. She didn’t dare speak. She was in trouble, and her stomach was twisting into new shapes. She hadn’t felt this guilty since her dad had walked in on her masturbating. Cassie was dreading Kevin confronting her about last night, so much so that she almost wished he would kick her out of the house now instead of dragging it out over breakfast.

They sat down, and Kevin ordered for both of them. The place was surprisingly full for the early hour, but Cassie had begun to understand that there was no such thing as a quiet moment during spring break. She just hoped nobody would overhear Kevin when he explained why he was throwing her out.

“Did you have fun last night?” he asked.

“Uh, yes,” she said meekly.

“I can’t hear you,” he said. “Louder.”

“Yes,” she said.

“What did you girls do last night while I was asleep?”

Cassie fiddled with her silverware. “Just … umm…”

Kevin leaned forward in his chair. “Listen to me very carefully, Cassie. If you do not speak up and start answering me clearly, I’m going to enter you into every wet T-shirt and bikini contest being held this week. Now, answer the question.”

Cassie swallowed. “Danielle spanked me, and then Alisha rode my face while Melinda ate me out.”

Kevin blinked in surprise. “Fuck, I would have liked to see that.”

Cassie blushed. Her cunt stirred as she thought about Kevin watching it all. She daydreamed about it for a little bit until she noticed the frown on his face. Oh, shit, that’s right, she was still in trouble.

“Cassie, Melinda said they did that with you because you were depressed. Why were you upset?”

Cassie tried to respond, but the words died in her mouth again. Kevin’s eyes narrowed, and she saw that he had no patience for her inability to speak. It scared her, making the words even harder to speak.

“Was it because I didn’t invite you upstairs?” Kevin asked.

Cassie nodded.

“Say it,” he snapped.

“Yes!” she blurted. She had responded instantly before the fear could hold her back.

There was an odd look on Kevin’s face. “Really? I didn’t think you liked me.”

Cassie recognized the look on his face now. It was disbelief. It was a little insecurity. It was the same look she had on her own face when a pretty boy expressed an interest in her.

“I don’t believe this,” she said. “I’ve spent all week waiting for … you know. And last night, you just went to bed.”

“Last night, I was tired,” Kevin said. “It’s true. Sometimes, doms just want to sleep. There’s also something really sexy about having a house full of submissives and going to bed with just your wife.”

He grinned. The momentary insecurity was gone, and he had resumed his usual confident look. “Also, I’m a dom, Cassie, not a mind reader. Yes, I know doms are supposed to be mind readers but that can happen only after you really know somebody and have been with them for a long time. Strangers like us have to talk and communicate. I’m not going to do anything to you unless I am really sure it’s what you want. Now tell me, what have you been waiting for?”

“To fuck,” Cassie said quietly.

“No, no,” he said. “Say it loud. Say it like you fucking need it.”

“I want you to fuck me,” Cassie said. The people at the tables around them all turned to look at her. Heat spread across her face as she blushed.

“And suck my cock?” Kevin asked. When she nodded, he snapped, “Say it loud.”

“I want to suck your cock!” Cassie said quickly, before the fear could stop her.

“And what about your cunt?” Kevin asked.

“I want you to eat my cunt!” Cassie said far too loudly for the crowded restaurant. People were openly staring at her, and a few guys actually cheered.

“And what about your ass? Is it too sore to be spanked?

“Spank my ass!” Cassie said. “Spank it as long as you want!”

The waitress hurried to their table. “Please, ma,am, lower your voice.”

Cassie looked at Kevin and saw the pride in his face. He loved hearing every dirty thing she said. He loved knowing exactly how she felt. After being quiet for so long, she felt energized to finally be speaking the very thoughts that she had carried secretly for so long in her life.

“Kevin, you can do anything you want to my body for as long as you want!” she almost shouted “It’s up to you whether you take me or not!”

He nodded. “Thank you, Cassie. Waitress, I assure you she’ll be quiet now. I’ve heard everything I wanted to hear.”

To be continued.

  10 Responses to “Fiction: BDSM Beach Part Eleven”

  1. *purrs loudly*

    That was an absolutely wonderful way to warm up my morning. Just the right mix of fear, exhibitionism, and submission to make me ignore the sub-zero temperatures here.

  2. I can’t *wait* until the next installment. Nicely done.

  3. t’Sade- You know, I love these moments the best. The declaration of lust and submission is often better than the act for me.

    asian librarian- Thank you very much :)

  4. A really minor thing, but it really confused me. I don’t know if you mind the occasional comment about the technical side of writing:

    “I’m going to take Cassie out for breakfast,” Kevin said. “Get your street clothes, Cassie.” “Oh, shit,” Cassie thought. “Was he going to kick her out of the house?”

    “her” seemed really out of place and I didn’t think it make sense.

    I have to agree, that magical point of consent, when you really say something and mean it, giving up your will is really one of the best parts of any story.

  5. t’Sade- Ahhhhhhh. I was looking at it this morning and that sentence bothered me but I couldn’t place why. Well there you go.

    When it comes to pointing out technical faults, I do much better with e-mail. Some days my anxiety would take a comment like that and freak out for a few good hours, convinced that the entire blogworld was snickering at my typo. Today is a good day though :)

  6. “Cassie was dreading Kevin confronting her about last night, so much so that she almost wished he would kick her out of the house now instead of dragging it out over breakfast.”

    This is exactly how I feel every time I fuck up. Please just scream at me, yell at me, tell me you won’t be my friend anymore – I don’t deserve it anyways. Don’t leave me hanging trying to figure out what you are going to do, in response to something I’ve done.

    Good job at capturing that feeling.

  7. Well, I just used up my once per quarter observation of anything flaws in writing, but I’ll keep that in mind. Even years later, I’m still finding typos and wrong things in Mummy’s Girl. I don’t see them myself.

    I also just notice you actually post your email. :) I’ll behave next time, I swear!

  8. Ummm … please don’t freak out and stop writing. That would cause me to freak out!

    This is my favorite part so far! When Kevin says that he’s not going to do anything to Cassie unless he knows she wants it, that he is not a mind reader, his flash of insecurity … it all just makes me squirm. The emotions were just dead on in this scene.

    Thank you, thank you, thank you for writing!

  9. musns- Thank you. Sub despair is something that I have oddly had too much experience with.

    t’sade- And this is why I almost never re-read my old stories. Good grief, all I see is things I could have done better.

    Sarengetty- Have no fear of freaking; I think these days I write by sheer inertia :)

    Thanks, I think this ranks as one of my favorite parts too.

  10. Just popping on to say- Wow Shon… I like what you’ve been doing in my absense.

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