The day had been rainy – soft lingering showers that left the earth refreshed and the night air fragrant with the scent of orange blossoms. It was cool, a welcome respite from the summer heat, and the windows were open allowing the house to fill with the sounds of crickets and the rustling of palm fronds as a gentle breeze danced among them.
She stood at the window gazing down at the pool below; the water glowed a soft blue and the moonlight played beneath the surface, teasing and hiding its reflection in the shimmer as she remembered …
She had arrived early in the day, earlier than usual and he had been unable to meet her flight. There was a storm due in the middle of the night, an end to the sweltering of the previous ten days, but that was of little comfort to her now. The jetway leading from the plane to the main terminal would be intensely hot – she removed her sweater before collecting her carry on and braced herself for the inescapable heat and humidity of his world.
The agent at the car rental desk inquired, “What kind of car would you like?” Her reply, “Air conditioned.” They shared a smile as she took the keys.
As she pulled the car into his driveway she glanced at her watch; two hours before he’d be home, in only two hours she’d be in his arms and in his bed. But for now, without him, the time separating them felt like an eternity. It had been almost three weeks and the final hours were always the longest and most difficult to endure.
There was a note waiting on the entry table, “Iced tea and berries in fridge, short bread cookies in pantry. I’ll be home as soon as I can; I want you and I love you.”
She smiled as she considered which she wanted more, iced tea or a shower! Airplanes always left her sticky and the weather had only added to her discomfort; shower first, then iced tea.
She lingered in the cool spray but dressed quickly. Backless black linen sundress and silver sandals. Hair freshly washed, dried and left to fall in loose curls over her shoulders and down her back. No make-up, no fragrance, no oils, no lotions, and no powders. He wanted to see, touch and taste *her*.
The iced tea was wonderful – Earl Grey but it was too hot to eat; the berries and cookies would wait until after dinner. She smiled as she imagined him feeding her blackberries as she lay naked on the bed beside him … yes, the berries would wait.
She took her tea and walked through the house and into his office – she’d check her email while she waited.
Sitting at his desk she lost herself in the reverie of fantasy – pain both remembered and longed for, love deep and perfect, tears of pain and rapture, and pleasure so intense heaven’s promise could not compare …
“Libby” she looked up to find him standing in the doorway “Where were you, I called twice?” “I was with you …” Understanding he silently walked across the room and extended his hand – this gesture so powerful she could only give him her own.
When they reached the bedroom he sat in a chair near the window, “Stand in front of me My Love … intoxicate me with your beauty” For several long minutes he gazed at her – and then with icy calm said, “Turn around and face the bed.”
She complied instantly and without hesitation; on the bed she found restraints, an old fashioned wooden hairbrush, a tawse, a cane, a leather paddle, and a strap. Mind reeling with dread and longing she turned quickly back only to find him now standing at her side – silently removing his belt; she watched in helpless fascination.
Placing the belt on the bed along with the other implements he said, “You may remove three or four of the items you see on the bed; if you remove only three they will all remain off the table for my use tonight, if you remove four I get to put one back – you have two minutes and you may not speak.”
With fear and desire rising in her chest causing her thoughts to race and her head to swim she began considering the task at hand. Quickly she removed the restraints, the cane, the tawse, and the strap. Placing them on the bedside table she turned to look at him.
“We’ll be needing these,” he said with a sadistic smile as he retrieved the restrains.
He had never restrained her before – her love hate relationship with the mere fantasy of being tied up overwhelmed her and induced panic; never for even the briefest moment had she imagined he would retrieve the cuffs.
Being vulnerable within a scene intrigued yet frightened her beyond all reason, he knew this and yet he clearly intended to test her emotional limits in a way he had never done before … in a way she wasn’t sure she could endure.
Softly, but with resolve, “Libby,” his hand gently stroking her cheek wiping away the falling tears “You’ve dreamed of this all of your life … and you’ve never allowed yourself to have it, now you haven’t a choice; I’m going to give you your fantasy …”
“Do you need to be punished?”
“Use complete sentences when you speak to me.”
“Yes, I need to be punished.”
“I need to be punished because I have denied myself what it is I need to be happy.”
He removed her dress and her bra and then helped her to step out of her panties. Seating himself on the edge of the bed he drew her over his lap. Silently he began the warm up with his hand; spank after spank falling in an almost soothing rhythm – the rhythm of erotic play. But tonight wasn’t about play, tonight was about punishment.
Softly rubbing her bottom he spoke, “The hairbrush is next.” She closed her eyes and braced for the pain …
Spank after spank fell on her bottom and thighs – silently she accepted her punishment as he held her firmly on his lap – tears fell from her eyes but no screams escaped her lips and sobs were still far away.
“You are brave and your will is strong, but it’s time for the paddle.” He helped her to her feet and then placed two pillows in the center of the bed, “Lie over the pillows Libby. I won’t restrain you for the paddle if you are able to stay in place yourself, but If I have to remind you to stay in position – I will.”
Tears falling but without hesitation Libby did as he commanded. Within seconds the leather paddle was at work – she glanced at him as he tortured her; in his eyes she saw the glint of pleasure from the sadist within. This heightened her arousal and made steely her determination to please him; his pleasure giving her the courage to take all the pain he chose to give.
She was in a world far away when he put down the paddle and picked up the restraints. He gently rubbed her back and spoke softly, “Libby, it is almost over – just my belt and we will be finished …”
He restrained her quickly but with finesse and skill – then picked up his belt and completed the punishment that left his beloved Libby in a state of peace and serenity unlike anything she had ever known …
When she returned to this world, he was there – kind, gentle, and welcoming. He took her then; entered her, penetrated her body and her soul … leaving them One.
Crashes of lightning lit the room and for hours the rain pelted against the windows as the wind raged. The fury of the storm passing as they slept giving way to a rainy summer day.
The heat broken, the storm weathered …
The rainy day lapsed quickly into the cool perfection of a summer night.
Naked, she stood at the window gazing at the pool …
“Libby, ” his voice soft and gentle. When she turned around she noticed he too was naked.
And he was holding a dish of blackberries.