Under My Thumb

Chapter One-3

He put his finger inside her. She was slick with juice now. He slid it around, feeling her inner contours. He took his finger out and moved it up till it rested on her c******s.

“You want to come?”

“Oh, yes, please, I do.”

“But you want to be controlled?”

“Yes, but not now. I just want to be indulged.”

“That’s just it,” he said. “You can’t pick and choose. That woman in the story, she had to submit totally.”

“But that’s just a story.”

Something had come over him. He began to see what it might be like, to control her, to make her submit. Not beat her, not do the horrible things they did in the book. But just show her she couldn’t do with him as she pleased. If she wanted control it would be on his terms. Otherwise, it was just another way for a spoilt rich girl to get exactly what she wanted.

“I’m going to make you come,” he said. “But only on one condition.”

“What’s that?”

“You mustn’t move or make a sound. As soon as you do it stops.”

“That’s a tough one,” she said. “You know how much I writhe about.”

He moved his finger slowly across the top of her c******s. She jumped. He took his hand away.

“You see?” he said. “It stops the moment you move.”

“OK, OK,” she begged. “Give me another chance.”

He bent his head down and licked once more up between the lips of her s*x, now oozing with the lubricant of desire. He could feel her tense up, bracing herself against the moment when his tongue should reach the top. Just before it did he paused for a moment. He felt her relax a little, then he licked across the top of her c******s. She made a strange strangled sound in the back of her throat.

He lifted his head. “No sound, remember.”

“Sorry,” she said. “Oh god, this is agony.”

He licked her again, his tongue gliding slowly over the trembling coral-pink lips. He let it circle round and round the little nub, surprisingly hard now. He felt her desire mounting, her breath coming shorter, faster. Deliberately he slowed his tongue till its movement was almost imperceptible. She was clenching the sheets of the bed in her fists, as if she was trying to will herself to orgasm spontaneously. He was just wondering if he had it in him to be more cruel yet, to take his tongue away for good, forbid her the pleasure she craved. But suddenly she was coming, her hips thrashing wildly, a guttural sound in her throat.

He waited until the spasms subsided. Then he turned her over on to her stomach and, lifting her by the hips, brought her into a kneeling position, her bottom sticking over the edge of the bed. Standing behind her he undid himself and thrust into her. Her cunt still quivering, she felt herself being impaled on his c**k. He drove deep into her, hammering at her buttocks. As he did so he gripped them with his hands, digging his fingers hard into the taut muscles till she cried out. He came violently then collapsed on top of her, panting.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

She chuckled. “Not even just a little bit?”

The next morning she left on a business trip. He had a couple of days on his own to think about things. Had he really meant to hurt her? Perhaps, just a little. Yet he still couldn’t believe she could want what happened to the woman in the book. No woman could want that.

He did some research, thinking at least he ought not to be so ignorant. In no time he had found dozens of web sites in which people seemed to be spanking each other with reckless abandon. Stories, pictures, sites that offered goods for sale, fetters and whips and paddles, sites that offered introductions. Soon he began to think the whole world must be spanked or spanking. Except him. Some of the sites were in deadly earnest, detailing the minutiae of arcane rituals as if it were a true religion. Other sites treated the whole thing as one big joke. One thing was for sure; Elizabeth was not alone in her interest.

And what of you, Matt thought. Are you just an uptight middle-aged man too inhibited to play games, too narrow-minded to accept different strokes for different folks, too set in your ways to learn something new? One thing he knew; he didn’t want to lose her. It wasn’t just his physical desire for her, though that was more intense than any he had known. She’d gotten under his skin. She was a challenge. He felt obscurely that he was being tested.

After she got back from her trip she invited him out for a drink to meet a couple of her friends. He was curious what sort of people they’d be, reasoning you can always learn something of what people are like by the company they keep. In an expensive down-town watering-hole Elizabeth introduced him to Charlotte and Emily.

“I call them the Brontes,” she laughed.

Emily was dark-haired and bouncy, Charlotte blonde, slender, more thoughtful. Matt thought them both charming girls. The three of them giggled a lot together. Emily and Elizabeth started teasing Charlotte about her new boyfriend.

“I hear he’s well hung,” Emily said.

“Like a horse,” Elizabeth laughed.

Matt was shocked to hear young women talk this way.

“Just how big?” Emily demanded

Charlotte blushed and shook her head. Emily put her hands out, about six inches apart.

“Like this?” she asked. Then she moved her hands wider. “Or like this?” She moved them till they were fully a foot apart. “Not like this, surely?”

The three of them dissolved into shrieks of laughter. Elizabeth caught Matt’s eye. He knew she was taunting him.

When they got back to her apartment she asked him what he thought of her friends.

“They’re nice girls, but they’ve got dirty minds.”

“You don’t think women should talk like that?”

“No, I don’t.” He knew he sounded prudish.

“Men do.”

He was silent.

“Are you cross with me?” she asked.

He wanted to punish her somehow for embarrassing him.

“If I say I’m sorry will that make it all right?”

“I don’t think sorry is enough,” he said.

“So what is?”

He was silent again, looking at her. Then he spoke.

“Take your clothes off.”

She removed her clothes slowly, holding his gaze. When she was naked she stood, waiting.

“Kneel,” he said.

She got down on her knees, looking at him expectantly.

“Now crawl towards me.”

She crawled across the carpet till she was almost touching his feet.

“Now say you’re sorry.”

“I’m sorry,” she said.

“For what?”

“For talking dirty.”

“For what else?”

She thought for a moment.

“For trying to shock you?”

“Yes.”

“I’m sorry for trying to shock you,” she said.

“What should your punishment be?”

“I don’t know. Something bad.”

“Go and get into bed,” he said.

She was lying naked under the sheet when he came into the bedroom. He switched off the light and undressed. When he got into bed beside her she drew near, rubbing her body against him, putting her hand down to his c**k. He pulled her hand away.

“Go to sleep,” he said. “Naughty girls don’t get fucked.”

She moved away without a word, curling up into a ball. In the darkness he smiled to himself slowly. We’ll see who’s in charge now, he thought.

The next day they went to the movies. Matt had a taste for films that were different, that offered more than entertainment. When he told Elizabeth he wanted to see a new Iranian film that was showing she made a face.

“Must we? It sounds kind of boring.”

“Part of your education,” said Matt. He knew he sounded like a schoolmaster.

There were few others in the movie theatre. Halfway through the film Elizabeth took Matt’s hand. He thought it a charmingly romantic gesture, but after squeezing it for a moment she drew it up under her skirt. He felt the warm soft skin of her inside thigh. His c**k started to tell him something even though his brain was trying to concentrate on the screen, where an old woman was telling a story about chickens to a young child. Elizabeth pulled his fingers higher, till they were touching the smooth silk of her knickers. He felt her pulling them aside, pushing his fingers into the moistness between her legs.

He put his mouth to her ear. ‘Stop it,” he hissed, snatching his hand away.

After five minutes she got up and went to the women’s room. When she came back she put something in his lap. He reached down and felt the flimsy piece of silk, still warm from her body. He tried to ignore her, refusing to look sideways. But he was aware of her doing something, her skirt moving. After a couple of minutes she suddenly put her fingers under his nose. He inhaled the unmistakable odor of her s*x, a smell that seemed hot-wired to his c**k, which instantly began to rise. But he wouldn’t be distracted in this way. He took hold of her hand and pinched it as hard as he could. He heard her gasp as she pulled it away.

He watched the rest of the movie without further disturbance. As they were leaving the theatre, two young men were standing by the entrance. Elizabeth was a step in front of him and as she passed the men he saw her lift her skirt to them. Matt caught a glimpse of their astonished faces as he strode by them.

Outside the theatre Elizabeth turned to face him, her eyes shining with devilment.

“What the hell are you doing?” Matt snapped. “You’ll get yourself arrested.”

“Wouldn’t that be fun?” She laughed.

On the way back to her apartment she kept glancing at him. She knew there would be consequences.

“Was I very bad?” she inquired innocently when he shut the door behind them.

He stared at her. “Don’t push me too far.”

“How far would that be?” she asked.

He sat down in an armchair. “Go and kneel on the sofa.”

She crossed the room to do as he said.

“No, not that way. With your bottom outwards, head down in the cushions.”

She knelt as he told her, her back to him.

“Now lift your skirt, right up over your waist.”

She pulled it up, exposing her naked bottom. He remembered that her knickers were still in his pocket.

“Now part your legs a little.”

She moved her knees apart. He calculated that she was expecting him to smack her. Even though he’d not yet done so, she’d made it clear enough how she felt about that. Well, she must learn that willful girls don’t always get what they want.

He picked up a newspaper from the floor and began to read it. For a while there was silence, then she spoke.

“Aren’t you going to do anything?”

“Be quiet,” he said. “You’re so keen on exposing yourself, so you can stay exposed until I tell you otherwise.”

He turned to another page of the paper. More time passed. After a while he put the paper aside and sat watching her, looking at the delightful roundness of her buttocks, the creamy whiteness of her skin. He let his eyes rest on the delicate lips of her s*x, slightly apart, like the petals of a flower just coming out of bud. He looked at her anus, the rose a darker pink. He imagined licking around it, tasting the flat, earthy flavor. One day he’d penetrate her there. He’d done that to a woman before. But he wasn’t ready yet.

“In case you’re wondering,” he said, “I’m not going to f**k you. But since you like the feel of yourself so much, I want you to touch yourself while I watch. I want you to make yourself come.”

“In this position?” she said. “I’m not sure if I can.”

“Take your time,” he said. “We’ve got all evening.”

“You won’t stop me just as I get near?”

“You’ll have to take that chance,” he replied.

He watched as she put her hand between her legs. The fingers moved busily, exploring. Then they settled into a rhythm. He was sorely tempted to forbid her to complete the act. But this time he let her go on, until she let out a moan, her whole body shaking. She fell forward on to the sofa.

He sat on in silence. She turned towards him

“Aren’t you going to f**k me?”

“I’ll f**k you when I decide,” he said. “Not when you invite me to.”