7 Jun

“Come here,” He says.

Delighted – at last! – i stand up.  i was getting sore, kneeling in the corner, and bored.  i have my five reasons why i need  “a good spanking,”  and i’m ready to present them to Him; ready to move on to the next part of the activities, whatever He has in mind. 

He is settled in His chair,  wearing a t-shirt, his cock in hand.  i smile.  Good things are going to happen.

“You’re smiling,” He says, and i can’t help it, my smile gets bigger and happier.  

“Yes, Sir.”

“Why is that?” He asks.

“Well, Sir, i thought of my five reasons why i need a good spanking, and now, Sir, seeing You like this makes me hope that i’ll be allowed to please You in some way.”

He nods.  “Good girl,” He says.  “Kneel back down here and tell me how you want to please Me.  Get your pillow.”

Happily, i kneel i front of Him, rocking back on my heels so i’m fairly comfortable.  “Yes, Sir,” i say.  And i begin.

“i want to please You with my mouth.  i’d like to come closer to you so i can lick Your cock, Sir.  Taste it.  Touch it with my tongue.  Lick it, like an ice cream cone, Sir.  

i want to caress Your cock with my lips. Take it in my mouth.  i want to put my hot, wet mouth over it, and slide it up and down.”  i glance at His face, hoping He’ll indicate i can begin, but He’s just listening.

When i pause, He says, “What else?  How else do you want to please me?”

A shiver runs through me.  My pussy throbs.  i know i’m wet, i can feel my juices on my inner thigh.

“With my pussy, Sir.”  These words are not so easy, but i push on.  “With my cunt.  i want Your cock deep inside me, i want to wrap my hot, wet pussy around your cock.  i want to feel myself impaled on Your cock, feel it pushing deep, deep inside me.”

i glance at Him, but He doesn’t look impressed.  He’s still holding His cock, but barely stroking it.  He shrugs.

“What else?” He says.  “I know you’ll fuck me, suck my cock, what else will you do to please me?”

i hesitate, but only a second.  “My ass, Sir.”  i say.  “You haven’t finished training me to ~ to ~” it’s just hard to say “to take your cock ~ to take your cock in ~ my ass, Sir.”

But He shrugs it off.  “O, I will,” He says, “But i’m not in the mood for that today.  How else can you please Me?”

For a second, i panic, and then i know – of course – “Spanking, Sir!” i say, feeling triumphant.  “You can spank me!  i need a good spanking.”  

Then i look at His face, and that wasn’t the right answer after all.  “Of course I can,” He says.  “But I’m thinking of other things right now.”

“Sir?” i say, a little worried.  “You can do anything You want to do, You know that, Sir.”

“Can I?” He says. 

“Of course,” i say.  “Just tell me how i can please you.”

i’m excited and scared.  i know there are a lot of things we haven’t done, and i have no idea what He wants.  But i don’t expect Him to say,

“I’m thinking about sharing you.”

All the blood drains out of my face, i can feel myself pale.  i sway.

He leans forward, moves his arm around me to grasp my hair, holding me firmly so i am looking at Him.  “What would you say to that, little girl?  What if I want to watch you use that mouth on someone else’s cock?”

The hand in my hair tightens, i gasp.  “Sir,” i say.  “Sir, i ~ i ~ we’ve never talked about this ~  i ~” and i stop, cause there’s nowhere good i can go from here.

My heart is pounding.  Didn’t i just tell Him that He could do anything He wanted to do?  Am i going to try to take that back now?  Could i take it back?

“Sir~” i say.

Still holding my  hair with one hand, He stops me by thrusting His thumb into my mouth.  Immediately, my mouth closes around Him, tentatively at first, i begin to suck his thumb, caressing Him with my tongue. 

i feel myself held securely between His hands.

He says, “Don’t say i can do anything i want unless you mean it,”

He says.  “I am just thinking about it now.  I can see it in my mind, like a picture.  Letting someone else see ~ letting them feel ~ what you can do with that mouth.  Knowing that you belong to me so much that i can lend you out.  I’m just thinking about it now.  But if I decide I want you to do it, you will obey.”

i can barely move my head, but i manage to nod.  Looking at Him now, being held like this, naked on my knees, caught between His hands, there is no doubt.  Of course i’ll obey Him.

“Good.”  He smiles. “I’m going to take my thumb out of your mouth, and put My cock in it.  Are you ready?” He asks.

i nod, with more enthusiasm, and He does just that ~ His thumb comes out, and His cock slides in.  With His hand in my hair, it’s easy for Him to push my face down.  In a flash, He slides deeper, deeper into my throat.  i struggle to relax the back of my throat so He can slide all the way in.

i gag a little, and know that i am pleasing Him.  He enjoys the feeling of my throat tightening on Him, and He doesn’t make me take it too long.  He pulls back a little to let me regain control before pushing His way back in.  Quickly, i have tears spilling over from gagging.  

He pulls all the way back out.

“Now,” He says.  “Tell me now.  What are the five reasons spankings are good for you?”  “

My mind is racing – wait, i know this, i just listed them ~ wait ~~

               ~~ my mind is blank ~~ 

“BZZZZZ”  He buzzes like a game show host, He’s laughing,  “you lose,” he says.     

“Wait,” i say, “Please, Sir, i do know, i just can’t think ~” and i can’t help laughing a little bit too, it’s so ridiculous, kneeling there, tears running down my face, and i can’t think at all.

He releases my hair, takes a nipple in each hand, and pinches.  Hard.  “Now?” He says.  “Can you think now?”

i can barely remember the question, i’m gasping, a whimper slips out, “Sir ~ i ~um” i’m trying to focus ~

He releases my nipples.  

“I’ll ask you one more time,” He says.  “Give me five reasons why spankings are good for you.”

“Because ~~~ ” but all i can think is that i know this, i should know this, why can’t i think of it????

He’s laughing.  “That’s ok,” He says.  “We’ve got all day.  Maybe if you write Me an essay about it.”

“Sir,” i say, and i want to say “no, i don’t wanna write an essay, i know the answer, i just can’t remember,” but i i haven’t actually lost my mind.  i bite my lip, hard, holding the words back.   

“Yes?” He says, eyebrows raised.

“Yes, Sir,” i say.  “i’d love to write you an essay.”



i thought this was gonna be easy.



19 Responses to “Easy?”

  1. thesubmissivebf June 7, 2011 at 6:43 am #

    Excellant second part…very true to life. You think you have all the answers only to be confused by them, causing you to fail. Bringing them great sadistic joy.

    • aisha June 7, 2011 at 8:10 pm #

      @Sbf – Thanks, I’m glad you like it. It does seem to work that way, doesn’t it? aisha

  2. k June 7, 2011 at 7:43 am #


    • aisha June 7, 2011 at 8:11 pm #

      @K – Thanks! aisha

  3. Mick June 7, 2011 at 8:01 am #

    this steamy weather is getting to you, Aisha. In a good way.


    • aisha June 7, 2011 at 8:11 pm #

      @Mick – It sure is! I guess I figure if I’m ‘hot” on the inside, I won’t feel the outside heat as much?


  4. Andi June 7, 2011 at 8:07 am #

     the idea of sharing is so … Heartbreaking erotic … I guess also different for everyone

    • aisha June 7, 2011 at 8:12 pm #

      @Andi – “Heartbreaking erotic” I like that. Yes. And yeah, it seems like it’s different for everyone. Thanks, aisha

  5. nilla June 7, 2011 at 8:23 am #

    Gods!! I was laughing and sighing and cringing…what a marvelous little tale you are spinning here heartsister….a tiny microcosm of time, yet how perfectly you place us in the moment, those time-stretched seconds when we scramble for answers, search for thoughts…

    marvelously done!



    • aisha June 7, 2011 at 8:13 pm #


      Thank you, thank you… Coming from the queen of storytelling, I take that as very high praise!



  6. ahiddenslave June 7, 2011 at 9:34 am #

    Your timing in this writing is great aisha, I’m loving it

    • aisha June 7, 2011 at 8:14 pm #


      Thank you, I’m glad you like it!


  7. angel June 7, 2011 at 11:13 am #

    Wow. Aisha should get sent to the corner more often, it seems. We have tears? Real tears? Wow.

    Sharing…um….yeah. Complicated. Messy emotionally.
    A fucking landmine. And i’m not even a normal girl about it. (Thank God since everyone else is… including the non-girl).

    Interesting you went *there* but beautifully done.

    • aisha June 7, 2011 at 8:20 pm #


      Um, I hate to tell you this, since you seem to like the idea of “real tears” but they were “gagging on His cock” tears… whole different thing. Sorry.


      And I totally agree that “sharing” would be messy, complicated, and a land mine – however, “I” didn’t go there – He did. Not my idea at all.



  8. ewoman88 June 7, 2011 at 11:49 am #

    noooo, not sharing… it makes it seem like he doesn’t want me like he used to… 😦
    I don’t know why, but sharing… even for a little bit… makes me feel unwanted and alone 😦

    • aisha June 7, 2011 at 8:21 pm #


      Yes, I think I would feel the same way. i don’t think it’s something I’d want. I don’t think “He” does either… not really.



  9. littlemonkey June 7, 2011 at 2:23 pm #

    Brilliantly told tale. I laughed I cried, I laughed, and I got all hot and shivery. I can’t wait for more.

    • aisha June 7, 2011 at 8:21 pm #

      Thanks, LM –

      Exactly the reaction I’d hope for!



  10. Alujna June 8, 2011 at 2:47 am #

    Ah, the “anything” word… you gotta be real careful before you admit that.
    But I kinda got the feeling he was more mindfucking you in the story than actually sharing you…

    Nicely written 🙂 🙂


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