An Odd Little Fantasy

This odd little fantasy appeared in my head after your comments on my post about maintenance spankings.  It has nothing to do with real life, or with me or my friend ‘Nilla.  In fact, the characters in it are pure fantasy.  It is strictly coincidence that they’re named ‘Nella, Alisha, and Sir Z. {Also i’m having trouble with the line spacing – please forgive me.}

“Wait right here,” He says, smiling.  “I need to get my stuff out of the car.”

“Out of the ~” i start to ask, but He’s already turned away.  i exchange looks with my friend ‘Nella.  “i don’t know,” i say with a shrug.  “But the munch isn’t til 7, there’s plenty of time.”

We wait, i am still standing where He left me as He finished fastening my collar in place.  He had tugged it then, a gesture that made me gasp, filled me with pleasure and the thrill of submission.

So i wait for Him to come back.  

‘Nella, my friend and dear subsister, is sitting at the kitchen table, beaming at me. We are going to a munch tonight, her first.  Excitement dances in her eyes.

He returns then, my Sir, and i hear Him set something down in the living room.  Curious, i move to the doorway.

It’s His bag.  He’s brought in His bag ~~ and is opening it.  What is He ~~?

He looks up, sees me in the doorway.  “Yes, good, ” He says.  “Come on out here,”   He is pulling things out of His bag.

Cuffs.

Some rope.

“What ~ what are you ~” i stammer ~ i recognize these things.  He uses these to ~ when we ~ O.  O, my.

“What?” He says.  “What am I doing?  Just what it looks like.  You didn’t think I’d forget your spanking, did you?”  Smiling, so casual, so matter-of-fact,  i’m confused.

“But ~ but ~” i’m jerking my head toward the kitchen, but He’s not looking at me, so i say it, “But ‘Nella’s here!  You can’t ~ um, are you serious?”

He’s still smiling, but, “I can’t?” He says.  “Is that what you said?”

“Um, o ~ no, no, that’s not what i meant.  i meant, um, i meant,” and i’m totally flustered now.

“I thought,” He said, “That the agreement was that once you put the collar on, you do what I tell you to do.  Is that not right?”

“No ~ yes ~ yes, that’s right.  Yes, Sir.  It is.”

“So is there a problem?” and as He asks it, He holds out the cuff.  Without thinking, i offer my wrist, my right wrist, as He’s taught me.  

“No, Sir,” i say, “No problem, not exactly a problem, no, it’s just, um, you know, ‘Nella, Sir.  She’s here… and you know…”

“Oh, I see,” He says.  “You think ‘Nella might have a problem with it.  Well, let’s see.  ‘Nella, would you come here for a minute, please?”

She pops around the corner right away, and of course she’s been listening.  i think she’s blushing a little bit, but smiling.  “Yes, Sir Z?” she says.

“‘Nella, we seem to have a bit of a dilemma here.  Alisha needs to be spanked and she seems to think you’ll have a problem with that.” He pauses, having just fastened the second cuff on me.   Looks at ‘Nella, who’s grinning broadly.  “Do you not want her to get spanked? “

“O, I don’t mind at all,” she says.  “I’m sure Alisha needs to be spanked, I wouldn’t want to get in the way of that.  I can just go for a walk.  A long walk.”

He shrugs, intent on unbuttoning my shirt.  “You can, of course,” He says.  “If that’s what you want to do.  Or you can stay and watch.”

i’m stunned, i open my mouth, but nothing come out.  He has opened my shirt, now His hand goes to my mouth; He presses a finger to my lips.

Clearly, i am not to speak.  i bite back the words that had almost escaped me.

“Alisha won’t mind, I’m sure,” He says.  “After all, she’s played publicly before, other people have seen her naked, getting her lovely ass flogged.”  He looks at me, “Right, my sweet?”

And i realize of course He is right, and all i can do is nod.

“It’s a delicious sight,” He says.  “Watching her take it, she’s beautiful,” and His hands pinch my nipples, through my bra at first.

Then He grasps a breast, pulls it up so the nipple is exposed, the bra pushed tight under the breast. “Look,” He says.  “Already hard and waiting for me.”  He pinches it, tugs on it, making it harder.

Then He turns His attention to the other breast.  Repeats the process.

And says to ‘Nella, who’s watching with interest, “It’s your call, of course.  Whatever you want to do.”