Unexpected Top(21)

Cissy blew out a loud breath. “Okay. If you want to try this we’ll have to talk a ton and get things out in the open about what we both want and what we’re willing to do.”

“Agreed.”

“Well, you asked me to spank you, and I’m going to.” She saw Len’s throat work as he swallowed. She was sure he was nervous, it was a natural reaction, but she wondered if he’d realize he was crazy and stop her. “There are three items they recommend we try since we’re both beginners.” Knowing she needed to take control, at least for right now, so she didn’t frustrate either herself or Len, she said, “Go upstairs and get my hairbrush, and then go into the office for a ruler. Meet me back in the living room.”

He startled but then moved toward the stairs. “Be right back.” She saw him swallow thickly once more, and her own stomach was churning. All she could do now was pray this brought them closer together, rather than tearing them apart. Cissy very much feared if that happened, the next step was divorce.

Spotting her utensil holder on the counter near the stove, she chose a medium-sized wooden spoon and took it into the living room. Sitting on the couch, she waited for Len, who returned a moment later with the hairbrush and the ruler. He handed them to her silently and then stood in front of her, wringing his hands and shifting from foot to foot like a little boy sent to the principal’s office. Cissy figured this wasn’t far from that, actually.

“I’m going to spank you with each of the three implements.”

God, I’m already using the lingo.

“O-okay. All three?” His voice cracked on the last word, and Cissy nodded.

“Then afterward we’ll talk about the differences between them and about your feelings about the spanking itself.”

Len cleared his throat. “You’re the boss.”

I am the boss. Cissy was startled to fully realize it, but she was. And she couldn’t wait to see how Len responded to her taking him truly in hand.

“I’m going to spank you on your bare ass so I can easily see the effect the spanking is having.” Len snorted, but she ignored him. They had also said the man should be made to expose his own ass. It was part of getting him in the submissive mood he’d need to be in to take the spanking, and she thought it was an important step for Len. With a deep breath, she said, “Take down your shorts and boxers and lie over my lap.”

He looked as if he wanted to cover himself up as he did as she bade, and appeared to be struggling not to. Cissy’s eyes narrowed as she assessed him. His cock was hard. Huh. Gingerly he lay over her lap, putting much of his weight on the plump couch cushions and keeping his feet on the floor.

Placing a hand over her rioting belly, she picked up the wooden spoon with the other. Lifting it about up to shoulder height, she brought it down in the middle of Len’s right ass cheek. He jerked and she drew in a breath. Was that too hard?

“You okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah, it just startled me.”

A very small pink blotch bloomed on his ass, and she struck in about the same place on the other cheek. Another pink spot appeared, and she began to pepper him with smacks, sometimes alternating cheeks, sometimes repeating on the same cheek and even a few on the same place. His ass blushed to pink quickly, but his only response was a small grunt as the spoon hit each time. She decided to switch implements. Clearly the spoon wasn’t having the desired effect. This spanking needed to be painful for Len, both to feel remorse and to relieve stress. Cissy had never felt so much power over someone else’s physical and emotional reactions, and it was a huge turn-on.

Picking up the ruler, she gripped it firmly, not wanting it to fly across the room and take out something breakable. She landed the first smack, and a longer vertical line appeared right on the fleshy part of Len’s ass, eliciting a louder grunt. Cissy spanked him several more times, moving more methodically with the ruler, down over the curve of his ass and onto the tops of his thighs. When the ruler bit into the crease between his ass and thighs three times in a row Len hissed and tried to move away. Cissy grabbed him around the waist with her free hand, knowing if he wanted to get away he still could, but maybe the psychological factor of having her hold him down would be enough.

He immediately stopped struggling but turned his face into the back of the couch. She glanced down. His eyes were squeezed shut and his face was frozen in a grimace. Was she really hurting him? She didn’t know how far she should go, and she hadn’t even started on the hairbrush yet. If she didn’t keep her word and spank him with all three implements it would be hard to get him to accept her as his disciplinarian.