Will some have you squirming… most likely if you choose to answer dishonestly and I later discover you’ve fibbed. There are consequences for naughtiness. Misbehavior will have you paying a price that will vary depending on the infraction, but will always include making your apology over my knees, or bent over a bed, a chair, the arm of a couch, offering your bare bottom knowing I will indeed make it burn.
Take your time answering as this is a serious step that you are taking. I realize I am asking a great deal… but know that I am committed to guiding you, to disciplining you, and to teaching you all about the pleasures and joy found in submission. I am asking for your honesty and your trust. I promise, I will treasure each and never abuse either.
With anticipation,
Sawyer Masterson
* * *
Holy hell! Jane felt as if she were on an emotional rollercoaster as she read the screen for a second time. The words made her feel both excitement as well as trepidation. It was exactly as Sarah had said… he wasn’t asking her out on a ‘date’. By answering whatever questions were to follow, he was basically skipping several dates where a couple gradually learned more about each other. But was that such a bad thing? She’d dated men before and, even after several weeks, she hadn’t truly known them or felt they knew her true self. She had no idea how this man had been able to exchange only a few words and had managed to discover one of her deepest, darkest secrets. All she knew was that from the moment he’d met her eyes, she’d been lost.
Reading the note again, her eyes lingered on the section about offering her bottom… her bare bottom for his punishment. She’d not truly considered that as something common in a D/s relationship. But then, since she’d never actually been in such a dynamic and only had her fantasies to go by, perhaps it was more standard than she’d thought. Realizing that her buttocks were clenching and her heart racing, she knew she had so much to learn. Maybe it was a good thing to cut to the chase. Still, he would know so much about her and she’d know what? Nothing really… he wasn’t answering any list of questions.
He’d said to take her time, and she was going to take him up on that offer. Sliding off the bed, she left her bedroom in search of Sarah… or more precisely, Sarah’s computer.
“May I borrow your laptop?” Jane asked as she entered the living room.
Sarah looked up from the book she was reading. “Something wrong with yours?”
“No, but I’m afraid that if I change windows, I’ll screw up the questionnaire.”
“Ah, so there really are questions? What is he asking?”
“I don’t know yet. I haven’t gotten that far, but I want to look something up,” Jane said.
“Something or someone?” Sarah asked with a grin.
“All right, I want to google him. Is that an awful thing to do?”
“Hell, no, I think that’s a great idea,” Sarah said, tossing her book aside. “And smart.” She grabbed her laptop and soon a photo of Sawyer Masterson was on the screen.
“Wow, that’s a lot of sites,” Jane said, looking at the lists available that contained some sort of information on Sawyer.
The two continued to click and read snatches about Sawyer’s life. Jane had thought he must be a man of means, but she’d had no idea that he was the owner of a corporation and employed several hundred people.
“He’s very successful, isn’t he?” Jane asked.
“If by successful you mean rich, yeah, I’d say that’s a fact. I’ve heard of Masterson Enterprises, but didn’t connect it with your guy. Hey, there he is with Mr. Arturo.”
Jane saw the photo of her boss and his wife at some sort of fundraiser he’d chaired, but her eyes went to the man beside them. It seemed that he was quite generous as well, presenting Mr. Arturo with a $100,000.00 check to help feed the hungry in the city.
From their searching, they learned that Sawyer was thirty-six, had never married, was a sports fan, and appeared as a regular donor at various charity events.
“Well, girl, I have to say, it seems he’s not only legit, he’s a good guy,” Sarah said and then sighed.
“What?”
“Don’t mind me. I’m just wondering when I’m going to meet someone who thinks I’m a favored one.”
Jane reached over and gave her a hug. “I’m pretty sure Brian sees you that way, and you’ll always be my favorite.”
Sarah hugged her back and then gestured toward the book she’d tossed onto the coffee table. “Not for long. Listen, I’ve seen your Kindle and know we share a love for the same sort of books.”
Jane felt her face flame as the words from her screen popped into her head. “True, but, what if that’s all I can handle? You know, reading about it. I’m not sure I actually want to… well, experience those things.”
Sarah laughed. “Jane, don’t ever play poker. The other players will wipe you out. You can’t lie to save your life. You’ve been looking for a man who will not only love you like you deserve, but keep you on your toes. If this man isn’t saying that he will teach you exactly what he expects, and guide you along the way, then I say don’t bother.” She paused and then added, “Am I right? Do you already have a feeling that Mr. Hunky will be able to meet your needs?”
Releasing the lip she’d been gnawing on, Jane nodded. “I don’t already ‘feel’ it; he practically said those exact words.”
Sarah pulled Jane to her and squeezed. “I thought so, and, damn, girl, I’m really happy for you! I’m really thrilled that you finally might have found the perfect guy.”
Jane knew she was telling the truth. The women had been friends since the first day Jane had begun work at Arturo’s. They had been there for each other in good times and bad and were each other’s strongest supporter. “Thanks, Sarah. Um… would you still feel the same if I tell you that he also said that there will be a price to pay for… misbehavior?”
Sarah canted her head to the side, her brow furrowing a bit. “What sort of price?”
Feeling her buttocks clenching again, Jane took a moment, thinking how to put it and decided the truth was the only way. “He said I’d be expected to present my bottom… my bare bottom and he’d make it burn.”
A grin replaced the questioning look on Sarah’s face. “I’ve always wanted to know what it’s really like to be restrained to one of those spanking benches in those books. I swear, it just makes me quiver.”
“He didn’t mention restraints or spanking benches, but, well, he did mention being over his lap or bent over a bed. It sounded more like… well, how a naughty child is punished instead of some sexy submissive,” Jane said.
“Ah, it sounds like he’s one of those daddy doms.”
“Daddy doms?” Jane felt her tummy flip and suddenly words she’d heard him utter took on a new meaning. Good girl. Adorable. Little one. Naughtiness. Looking up, she saw Sarah smiling. “You really think so? I-I didn’t even consider that.” She paused, silently thinking that wasn’t exactly the truth. Her Kindle was full of books based on a dynamic called ageplay. It had her thinking of all sorts of things, and, to be honest, shuddering quite a bit and not in horror. “Don’t you think that’s… well, a little weird?”
“Honey, it takes all kinds of people to make up this fascinating thing we call life. If having a daddy dom is what makes your little heart go pitter-patter and dampens your panties, then don’t you dare let anyone tell you it’s weird or wrong. You’re a big girl and only you can really know what makes you feel complete.”
“You’re a very good friend,” Jane said, giving her a hug.
“I love you too,” Sarah said, reaching for her book. “Now, don’t you have something better to do?”
“Oh!” Jane said, springing up from the couch and dashing back to her bedroom. Jumping onto her bed, she reached for the glass on her nightstand, took a long drink of Coke, and then set it down. “All right, let’s see what you want to know.”
She smiled when the first screen popped up. It asked about her education and her experiences. She giggled as she wondered what he’d say if she asked him to clarify exactly what experiences he was referring to. Then she considered the fact that this screen was asking about her work history, so simply gave the list of jobs she’d held since high school. Pausing, she questioned how he could be interested in her. He obviously had far more education and experience than she had. Taking advantage of the fact that there was a text box at the bottom of the screen, she entered the fact that she’d been saving up to go to culinary school. It wasn’t as glamorous as being a philanthropist, but it was her dream. Clicking on the continue button brought up a new screen. These questions asked about her family.
Yes, her parents were still living and, no, she didn’t have any siblings. Did she consider herself close to her family? She paused, wondering how to answer. She’d been a ‘surprise,’ her mother thirty-eight when she’d been born, her father in his mid-forties. While she’d never really felt unwanted, she’d always believed she’d been a bit of an imposition. Still, it wouldn’t seem right to say she wasn’t close as she figured if push came to shove, she’d be able to rely on some form of support. Clicking the ‘yes’ box, she continued.