All the President's Men 1: Derek's Darling Damsel

“Derek, stop a minute. I want to make sure I understand what you are asking. You want me to give you control when we’re together and be myself the rest of the time?”

“Baby, that’s pretty simple, but basically it. I don’t have to control you all the time even when we’re together, but anytime we are alone and playing, I will be in control.”

As he said the last, the hand that had been playing with her breasts dove between her legs and ended all conversation. Standing up and lifting her with him, he growled in her ear. “Wrap your legs around me.”

When she did, he walked up to the wall and slid down his sweats, “Baby, is it safe? Do I need protection or are you on something?”

This was the first time he had asked. All of the other times he had taken her, he had used protection. What was different now?

“Yes, I’m on the pill and I just had a physical and I’m all clear.” She answered against his skin, kissing, licking, and nipping wherever she could reach.

He fitted himself to her and drove home. Bracing her against the wall, her hands were now trapped behind her back and she depended on him for her total support. If he were to move, she would fall.

He cupped her buttocks in both hands and started a fast and furious pace. “Baby, this isn’t going to take long. I’ve been hot for you since before we ate,” he said, not slowing his down.

He had set a hard and pounding rate. It felt like he was driving her into the wall. All she could do with her hands trapped behind her was to lean into him and go for the ride, and what a ride it was.

It didn’t take long before she felt his release filling her. She had never realized the difference a condom made. Always before she had insisted on them. No accidents for Ms. Dottie Chapman, but with Derek something was different. It was true she was on the pill and chances were very slim, but if by some small miracle she should become pregnant, it wouldn’t be bad. Then she would have a piece of Derek for her very own, and it didn’t matter if he was willing to participate or not. Just the thought of a little Derek running around messing up her life brought light to her soul. It was too early to talk to Derek about children, but she wondered if he wanted them. She hadn’t before, but now it wouldn’t be so bad.

She came out of her musing to see Derek staring at her. “You okay, baby? Did I hurt you?” he asked as he pulled her away from the wall and gently stood her on her feet. After making sure she was steady, he started rubbing her hands and arms, restoring circulation and making sure he hadn’t hurt her.

“I’m fine. That was something else, are you okay?” She leaned into him and slowl

y brought her arms around his neck, wincing a little at the stiffness in them. Even though he had rubbed them, they were still a little sore.

“A hot shower will loosen those muscles up for some water play, baby?” He grinned as he adjusted his sweats and threw her over his shoulder.

Giggling (she never giggled) and screeching, she grabbed him around the waist and bit his back. “Does that answer your question, big boy?” She half-laughed, half-growled.

“You are so going to pay. I owe you a spanking for earlier anyway. I know we haven’t talked about punishments, but we will very soon, and you have earned yourself several in the past few hours. It may be time to pay up, baby.”

“Punishment? What punishment?” she asked as he continued down the hall, bouncing her on his shoulder as he went. Spanking? He was going to spank her? Was that part of his kink? Did he like to beat women up? Was there a difference between being beaten and a spanking? Never one to be shy, she asked him, “Derek, are you telling me you like to beat women?” Stopping abruptly, he flipped her to her feet and grabbed her chin.

“Let’s get one thing straight right now. I. Never. Beat. Women. Never! I will never hit you in anger, and I only administer erotic punishments, not beatings. A beating is a brutal act by someone who has no respect for women. I would never hit a woman in anger, and if that’s what you think this is about you really have no idea what I’m into.” Taking a deep breath to calm himself, he loosened his hold on her chin and gently placed a hand on each of her shoulders.

Squatting slightly so that he was face-level with her, he looked in her eyes and told her, “Dottie, I didn’t mean to sound harsh. I would never hurt you in anger. The punishments I give you may sting and you may be sore for a day or two, but nothing, ever, in anger. Baby, my main goal is to take care of you. I treasure this body of yours and if you submit to me, I will care for it as my own. I treasure you and don’t ever want to see you hurt. I know after what happened to you last night this must all be confusing, but please, baby, bear with me and let me teach you how to be submissive to me. I know I haven’t explained this to you yet, but you, as the submissive, hold all the control. When we start to play, I will give you a word, a safe word. It will be something you wouldn’t normally say and when you use that word, everything stops and we talk. When we play, you will have all the power to stop everything. Any time it gets to be too much or you get scared or for any other good reason, you say the word, and everything stops. You have the control to stop everything at any time. It’s actually the submissive who holds all the power in the relationship. You control how far things go, and if it goes too far for you, we stop. We haven’t talked about limits and what kind of things you want to explore if you want to do this with me, but we will.” As they were talking, he was slowly walking her toward the bedroom. “For tonight, all I want to do is flip you over my lap and spank that little ass bright pink. I’m not going to give you a safe word tonight, you won’t need it. If you tell me to stop I will, but I don’t think you will tell me to. Are you willing to try for me, Dottie?” By now he had her in the bedroom and he was sitting on the bed with her standing in front of him between his legs. Dottie looked at him and considered everything he had said. If what he said was true, she could stop everything, any time. If she had the power to stop and set limits, what would it hurt to try? If he wanted to do something she didn’t, she could say no. Better make sure. “Derek, let me make sure I understand. I set the limits, I can stop whatever we’re doing with a word, and if I don’t want to do something I don’t have to?” Could it really be that simple?

“That’s pretty much right, baby, but I will push your limits. I want you to explore and try different things. Some of the things I ask you to try you may not be comfortable with, but I will want you to try them for me. Are you willing to agree to that?” As he said this he had pulled her closer and was running his hand up and down her bare back.

Dottie looked down and she was naked. When had that happened? Thinking again about what he said, she answered, “What kind of things do you want me to try?”

“We will talk more about that later, for tonight I want to spank you and put a pair of clamps on those lovely nipples.” Reaching in the bedside drawer, he pulled out a pair of what looked like earrings.

“They look like earrings,” she observed.

He showed her how the worked, then leaned down and took one nipple in his mouth. Licking and sucking the small nub, he continued until her nipple was firm and distended. He quickly applied the clamp, careful not to make it too tight.

“Oh, that feels… I can feel it all the way down to my…oh.” She finally got out and started to do a little dance.

Smiling up at her, Derek quickly took her other nipple in his mouth, applying the same treatment. While he was applying the second clamp, he flicked the first with his fingers.

Dottie didn’t know what was happening, but her pussy was gushing and her breasts felt full and very sensitive. Moaning, she leaned into Derek.

“Now I’m going to turn you over my lap and spank you. This first spanking will be for not leaving your clothes in the mud room like I told you to. We’ll start with ten because it’s your first offense. There will be times I ask you to count the swats, but not today. If it gets to be too much, I will stop, but I think you can take this.”

As he was talking to her he pulled her so that she was lying over his lap. She braced her hands on the floor for balance, and her toes barely touched.

“I’ll let you brace yourself this first time, but in the future, I will bind your hands behind your back and I will be in total control of you.”