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In the hallway, I chanced to run into the object of my hour’s obsession. Will was coming from the bathroom himself and stopped in front of me. We stood facing each other for some awkward moments, as the painful memory of our last exchange came readily to mind. Now he was so very calm. I wasn’t sure which scared me more. I saw him with fresh eyes, his hard body, his handsome face, and even more, I felt the remarkable presence about him that I loved so much.
“I’m doing this for you,” I said, suddenly feeling very self conscious.
“That’s what I hear.”
“You came to watch?” My voice sounded strained.
“Curiosity. Although from what I’ve seen so far, you’re still a long way off from the submissive woman you’re supposed to be. At least if I understand what you’re trying to do.”
“You did see the whole thing?” I asked.
“You mean did I see you acting like a spoiled, bad-tempered brat?” he asked. “Yes. I’ve certainly seen that before.”
“It was unexpected, this whole thing tonight,” I told him. “Maybe we could talk?” I asked anxiously thinking that there were a lot of things I wanted to explain to him.
“Maybe,” he replied. Though giving me a brisk smile, he moved away, while I heard my name mentioned in the other room. I scampered to the bathroom to hide for as long as I could.
When I finally returned to the living room, Will was gone and my heart sank. I suppose in all these weeks, I could have sought him out. I still could. Perhaps it was a positive sign that he had come; it gave me cause to hope.
I treated another two men to their spanking fantasies, enduring not just their hands and the wooden paddle, but a riding crop, a few cuts from a cane, and some determined probing of my rear channel. I thought I might get screwed before the night was over, but I was very glad that didn’t happen. The spanking was certainly was enough.
Never in my life had I been punished so thoroughly, though I wasn’t certain at the end, if the worst punishment hadn’t been the heartache, not the abuse to my rear end. It certainly seemed that my emotions were far more bruised than my bottom.
It was nearly one a. m. when I found myself alone in Reggie’s limo again, feeling the seat a reasonable cushion for my sore rear. I was exhausted and content to be whisked away, back to the security of my home.
Unexpectedly however, the door of the limo suddenly opened again and Reggie’s face appeared.
“Wait up for me, Alex,” he said. “I want your ass tonight.”
“Tonight, now?”
“Yes,” he said flatly.
“What about Desiree?” I asked, trying not to sound as bitchy as I felt.
“She doesn’t take it in the ass,” he said.
“You could force your way, like you do me.”
He ignored the haughty comment, and said with a bit of mockery, “I don’t force you to do anything.”
He was right.
After all the abuse I’d suffered that night, I wasn’t sure if I welcomed the prospect of getting taken in the rear, but I couldn’t argue with the fact that my clamoring sexual appetites needed something raw and nasty to satisfy the burning heat the punishment raised.
“I’ll be there by two,” he told me, and he backed out of the car.
***
Ten hours feeding my sexual flames made for brutal agitation between my legs. I wanted to bring myself off the moment I arrived home, but I didn’t. I tore my clothes off first, happy to dispense with them, and happy to wait for Reggie. For all the mixed feelings I was having, by the time I was settled in my apartment, I couldn’t wait for him to arrive, no matter what he had planned for me. The enema, the spanking, the confrontation with Reggie, more spankings, Will, the clothes…
Would it matter what he did next? Especially if I had some physical satisfaction for myself.
I stood by the window waiting, looking out on stars and city lights. I hugged myself close, feeling the soft silk of my red jacquard robe, its smooth surface caressing me gently in a way I needed to be caressed.
I left the door unlocked, thinking Reggie would just let himself in and he did. When I sensed his soft approach behind me, I was able to smile to myself. There had been a time that I had wanted him more than anything. Now he was just a ‘make do’ lover, until I could have my real lover back. I fantasized that I’d turn and it would be Will ready to take me, but I wasn’t that lucky. It was definitely Reggie at my back when he pulled up close. I could tell by the distinctive aroma of his cologne.
“You know it’s dangerous leaving your door unlocked in the middle of the night,” he told me.
