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Post Number: 5
Registered: 05-2021
| | Posted on Friday, May 07, 2021 - 07:43 pm: | 
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MJ walked around the edges of the room, just watching. She still hadn’t put on the dot and, since some of the men - and women - that she had briefly spoken with hadn’t seemed to want to accept her refusal to play, she was glad she hadn’t. For now, she was just watching and was content with that. Mostly.
At one point, she stopped to watch as a scene was unfolding. A man stood, his arms folded as he looked sternly at the woman in front of him talking to her in what MJ assumed was a scold. The woman stood there, her head lowered and slightly fidgeting, sometimes nodding as she was scolded. When the man suddenly reached one hand down and took the woman by the wrist, turning toward a chair, MJ gasped softly. There was a chair to MJ’s right and she blindly moved into it, perching on the edge of it to watch the discipline scene play out. Watching the stern man and the remorseful woman, her butterflies starting to morph into a ball of want. Of need. When she saw the woman pulling back against his grip, MJ sympathized imagining that she would do something like that. When she saw the man, still holding the woman’s wrist, turn her so she was sideways to him and swat her bottom twice, MJ craved that touch, that sternness. She nearly moaned with want. With need. She felt like a voyeur, but couldn’t have moved from her spot. Besides, that’s exactly what this club was for. People that wanted to spank. To be spanked. And some, to watch spankings.
Oh, but she wanted so badly to do more than watch. MJ tore her eyes from the couple and looked at the dot in her hand. Still, she wasn’t ready. She fisted her hand around the dot again and looked back, in time to see the woman she’d watched earlier now over the man’s lap, squirming as he began spanking her. This time, MJ did moan. Her face flushed - partly with embarrassment because of that moan - and she looked away.
And looked right into the eyes of a man sitting beside her.
“Hello,” he smiled at her gently. MJ’s jaw dropped a little. Having just re-watched one of the Superman movies, she could fully see this guy being Henry Cavill’s stunt double. Automatically, she did what she’d always done with men: she looked at his hands. His long, slender-fingered, strong hands.
Shaking herself, and realizing she probably looked like an idiot, MJ started to stand up. “I’m sorry, am I in your way? I’ll move.”
“Hey, what are you apologizing for? You’re not in my way. I came over to talk to you. I’m Liam.”
“Oh!” MJ blushed. “I’m sorry.”
Liam laughed softly, “And what are you apologizing for now, kitten?” He grinned at her.
“Kitten?” That term of endearment sent a tendril of warmth through her. When he pointed to her name tag, it was MJ’s turn to laugh softly. “I’d forgotten.”
“So it’s a nickname? Good girl.” His quiet commendation immediately affected MJ, and she smiled at him.
“It’s nice to meet you, Liam.” She glanced at his red - red! - name tag, seeing that name there, too. “If that *is* your real name,” she dramatically intoned, making him laugh again.
“Ahhh, you’re going to have to suffer through conversation with me to find out the truth,” Liam waggled his eyebrows at her, making her giggle. He was comfortable and comforting, simply by the way he was. MJ found herself relaxing as they talked. When he moved closer, MJ realized something that startled her: Liam was in a wheelchair. He saw her notice the wheels and tilted his head.
“Does it bother you?” he asked softly.
“What? Why should it?” MJ looked at him, confused as to why *his* being in a wheelchair should bother *her*. Belatedly, she realized that it might matter to some subs. Before he replied, she shook her head. “Of course it doesn’t bother me. What’s better for a dom to have than a ready made spanking spot? Have lap, will travel.”
Liam threw his head back and laughed at that. “I’m going to steal that line, you know.”
“You should. Get some cards printed up. You’d be popular at these shindigs.” MJ grinned proudly when Liam laughed again.
Liam was easy to talk to, and MJ had a strong sense of humor, and so they easily fell into conversation. They’d been talking for several minutes, and MJ was enjoying herself enough to almost forget where she was. And then, suddenly, there was a harsh voice close to them, startling her. MJ forgot what she had been saying, and turned to see another couple, the man tucking the woman under his arm and holding her against his hip as he swatted her bottom. To MJ’s inexperienced ears, it sounded painful, but the woman didn’t act though it was. The woman kept sassing the man, as though this didn’t phase her at all. Maybe it didn’t. After a few moments, though, the man stood her up, and MJ clearly heard him when he told the woman that, since she wouldn’t behave, he would find a place to use his belt on her.
They walked off, and MJ stared at the place they had been, not realizing the Liam was watching her. Remembering him, she turned back. “I’m so sorry! That was rude.”
“You have a habit of apologizing when you don’t need to, you know. If you’re going to apologize, then I’m going to think you did something wrong. In which case, an apology probably isn’t enough to get you out of trouble.” His mouth tightened into a firm line and he raised an eyebrow at her.
MJ’s eyes went wide and she stared at him, her mouth in a little ‘O’ of surprise. And then, that suddenly, Liam winked at her and his mobile mouth grinned. “I couldn’t resist, kitten. You have such an expressive face!”
MJ shook her head at him, falling into a grin of her own. “That was evil! You’re evil.” She shook her head again.
“Sometimes, yep.” Liam looked rather proud of himself. “Listen,” though still smiling, he seemed more serious now, “I don’t know if anyone has told you, but you really don’t have to worry. You do not have to do anything you don’t want to do. And I respect the codes here.” Liam tapped his name tag, tilting his head to indicate hers. “No dot on your shoulder. To me, that means you’re up for conversation … and nothing else. At least until you change that.”
MJ smiled her gratitude. “They did tell me that. Both the people that I chatted with before I came, and the nice gentleman at the door - Lenny?” He nodded, letting her know she was right. “Most people have been very patient with me. I just … I guess I’m not ready, but I also kind of feel like I’m wasting the evening.” Struggling to try to figure out how to explain, without sounding like she’s crazy, MJ looked away. “I’m an idiot. I probably shouldn’t have come tonight.” She shook her head, frustrated with wanting something that she was so fearful of reaching for.
“Don’t do that.” Liam’s voice was firm again and MJ looked at him to see him shaking his head at her. “Don’t insult yourself. You are *not* an idiot. I’ve been coming to these things for a very long time. It’s not unusual that someone doesn’t play. So no insulting yourself, little girl.” He waited for her to respond, raising a single eyebrow at her silence. “Did you hear me?”
“Yes, Sir,” MJ said, surprised by his tone and automatically responding to his dominant demeanor. “I - I mean, I heard what you said, Liam. Thank you.”
“Good girl,” Liam’s face relaxed into a smile, prompting a responding one from her.
“Oh my! I just realized we’ve been talking a while. I’m keeping you from having your fun!” The idea of walking away from Liam so he could go play actually disappointed MJ, but she didn’t want him to feel that he had to keep her company. She stood up, preparing to shake his hand and move on.
“Wait, I wanted to ask you a question. Please, sit back down a moment.” Liam gestured to her chair, and MJ sat back down, trying to hide the sheer pleasure that they would be continuing the conversation. She failed to hide her reaction, and Liam saw it but didn’t comment on it.
“It’s a deep one, so brace yourself,” Liam said. When MJ looked at him quizzically, he asked her, “What does it mean to you? a Dom/sub interchange, I mean.”
“Wow, you don’t go for the light ones, do you?” MJ chuckled.
Liam flashed a grin. “I’m not looking for a treatise on the D/s lifestyle, complete with endnotes and references.” She grinned back. “Just, if you had to sum up what *you* would like, what do you think it would be?”
That was a question MJ had been thinking about for a very very very long time. With everything she’d read, and all the chats she’d had, she thought she had an idea. But, with no experience, she wasn’t sure she could trust her ideas. She thought for a moment, while Liam patiently waited for her to work it out.
“I guess,” she started, then shook her head. “I’ve read a lot, and I know the terms Dom and submissive. But so many of the books I’ve read make that more .. I don’t know … more sexual, and less relationship. The spankings and punishment are just … foreplay. I think I’d like that, but that’s secondary, I guess.” Liam nodded, also not commenting on the fact that she’d just let him know she was a spanking virgin. MJ nibbled her lower lip, as she thought, and then tried again. “I don’t have anything against what anyone else wants to do. I’m happy for them. But, I’m a kinda simple girl. I don’t want someone to control my every move or gesture or action. Even in a place like this.” She gestured around the room. “But I really like someone - a man - to be in charge. To let me be me, but … maybe stop me from being a worse me. Ugh! I guess I want to know where the limits are, and what happens if I go past them.” She floundered, looking at him helplessly.
“I think, maybe, I understand. At least a little.” Liam leaned forward, treating this with the importance he truly felt it deserved. “You don’t want a rule for every little thing, but you do want a man who is willing to make rules that are necessary, and enforce those rules when they are necessary.”
“Yes!” MJ’s eyes lit up as she nodded. “I mean, I know it’s deeper than that. But that’s probably the best100 words or less explanations I’ve heard.”
“Thank you. So, another question for you.” Liam waited for MJ to nod her willingness to answer, before he leaned further forward, his voice much firmer now, his look very stern. “If you appreciate someone else being in charge, why do you want to make my decisions for me?”
MJ sat up straight, startled. “What? I don’t want that! What are you talking about?”
“Just a few moments ago,” Liam said, his expression having not changed, “you decided the conversation was over, stood up, and were ready to walk away. According to what you said, you were doing that *not* for what you wanted, but what you decided I wanted. That’s making my decisions for me, little girl. I don’t like it.” He watched MJ realize what he was talking about, and watched as the blush spread across her cheeks and her eyes lowered to the floor. “If you want to stop chatting for a while, that’s fine. There’s a lot to see around here. If *you* want to. But, if you’re deciding, for me, what is best, no. That’s not gonna play.”
“I don’t want to move on!” MJ burst out. “I - well, I’m enjoying talking with you. I’m so sorry, Liam. I didn’t mean to offend you.”
“I’m not offended, kitten. I’m not even angry. I *am*, though, not playing around. I’m enjoying talking with you, too. If I decide I want to move on, I’ll tell you. Graciously and kindly. But, whatever I do or do not want, *I* make the decisions for myself. Not you.” Liam held her eyes while she worried her lower lip with her teeth until she nodded.
“Yes, Sir. I mean, I got it, Liam.”
Finally, Liam’s handsome face relaxed and he was smiling again. “Nope, you got it right the first time. ‘Sir’ is a good idea when you’re being scolded.” He enjoyed watching her blush, and was rewarded when she did it again.
MJ furrowed her brow at him, shaking her head. “That was a long way to go to make a point, yanno.”
“True,” Liam said easily. “But it *did* make the point, no?”
She grinned ruefully, “Yes.” Shaking her head at herself, MJ relaxed in the chair. “I *am* sorry, though. With all my talk of wanting someone else to be in charge, I keep trying to take over. I told you, I’m an idiot.”
“And I told you, don’t do that.” That quickly, Liam’s voice and tone were hard again. The man could flip emotions on a dime. “I don’t like hearing you insult yourself, little girl. At all. Don’t do that.”
MJ had sat up straight again at his tone. “I’m sorry. I just - it’s …” her voice trailed off, not knowing how to excuse that behavior.
Liam waited and, when she wasn’t going to explain further, he lifted one shoulder in a shrug. “Kitten, I don’t care what it is. I don’t like it.”
MJ nodded, again relaxing into her chair until some imp of the perverse prodded her. “That raises a question, though.” He gestured for her to continue. “If I do something you don’t like, but I’m not wearing this dot,” she held it up, “then what?”
“Good question. And a valid one.” He didn’t know if MJ had been pushing or testing, or if she sincerely wanted to know. But he was going to give her honesty. “Without that dot, you don’t get spanked. At least, not by me. If you do something that I truly do think is worth a spanking, and you’re not wearing that dot, you don’t get a spanking. I’ll have to decide if it’s something I can put up with or ignore. If I can, we’ll keep chatting. If I can’t, I’ll smile and wish you a good evening, and let you continue your visit to the club.”
MJ nibbled her lip again, thoughtfully. The way he spoke, it really didn’t sound like play or games. He spoke as though it were real.
Which she craved so badly.
She nodded as she thought on his words. “That’s so reasonable. Thank you. Wait -“ she looked at him. “What if it were something you didn’t feel deserved a sp-spanking?” He grinned as she stumbled over the word, then scratched his chin in thought.
“Now that, kitten, is a good question.” It was MJs turn to wait patiently while Liam thought. “Well, technically, not wearing the dot determines whether or not you get spanked. Not whether or not behavior is addressed. *Technically*,” he emphasized. “And I tend to want to be cautious. Especially with those, like yourself, that are rather new to this scenario.” MJ opened her mouth, but he held up one finger for her to wait, and she subsided. “But, if I’m going to be honest about how *I* would be,” he thought a little more and then nodded. “I guess, if you did something that I didn’t think deserved a spanking, but did deserve to be addressed, I’d talk to you. Figure out how you feel, maybe try to get an idea of your comfort level. And, if I thought you could handle it, I’d punish you.” He watched her breath hitch and that adorable blush show up on the word ‘punish’. “I’d probably put in in a corner, or your nose against a wall. Like right there.” Liam pointed to a spot next to her.
“What? Here? Like in the public here? Like where everyone can see here?” MJ swallowed, her eyes wide.
“Yep. Corner time gives you time to think. One of the reasons I use it. But one of the benefits of it as punishment,” yep, there was that blush again, “is the embarrassment. Other people seeing a naughty little girl, nose against the wall. Wondering what she did to get herself into trouble. Wondering if she’s had a spanking, or is getting one. Wondering if she’s sniffling or crying. Embarrassment can teach a mighty lesson, kitten.”
MJ realized she was turning to look at the very spot that Liam had pointed to, and looked back at him, her eyes wide. When she didn’t say anything, Liam couldn’t resist pushing the topic a little. “So, knowing that there’s a chance you’ll wind up standing in a room full of people with your cute little nose pressed against the wall, anything you want to say?”
“N-no, Sir,” she whispered.
“Good idea,” he whispered right back at her. Then winked again, causing her to giggle.
Giving her a break, Liam steered the conversation back to safer waters, and they began talking about non-kink things. Books they liked - both were huge readers, so that was a good conversation. Where they lived - him there in NYC, and her in a small town in southern Virginia. That had surprised him, but it did explain the soft lilting accent she had. “That’s a long drive for a party.”
“It is,” she grinned at him. “But this is a very certain kind of party, if you hadn’t noticed.” Her eyes danced as he let out a bark of a laugh. “Besides, I took the train. I left right after work, and that drive would’ve been too much, I thought. I took some time off of work, found a hostel to crash at and came up yesterday. I’m here through Tuesday. I came for this party, but if I’m going to endure that long of a train ride, I was going to enjoy seeing some of NYC, too.”
“Good plan,” Liam said, an idea swirling in his mind. He tucked that thought aside to chew on later. “And good girl for choosing the train and being safe. You’re in a hostel, you said? Not a hotel?”
“Have you *seen* the prices of hotels in this city? Hell, no thank you.”
“Language,” It slipped out before Liam could stop it. Raised by his grandparents, he had an old-world view of cursing. He very rarely used those words, and didn’t allow any of the submissive he’d played with to do so, either. But, MJ wasn’t his submissive, and he wasn’t setting rules for her. “Sorry - “
“No, it’s okay,” MJ reassured him. “Although, if that’s *not* a spanking offense … “ her voice teasingly trailed off.
“Nope, not a spanking offense.” Liam internally crowed at the flash of disappointment he saw on her face. “It is a soap on the tongue offense. Especially if a certain little girl is doing it to be a brat.”
MJ blinked at him, and he could see the wheels turning. She opened her mouth, and he had a feeling that she was going to test him. He sat there, calmly and patiently waiting for her to decide. He couldn’t tell if he was proud or disappointed when she closed her mouth.
“Nope. Never mind.” MJ sighed. “Geez, I’m a coward.”
“Little girl.” Liam’s tone was icy. “*That* is a spanking offense.”
“Wha- what?!” MJ looked at him.
Liam just waited. Letting MJ think on what she’d said. “That wasn’t an insult, Liam! It .. well”
“Little girl.” His tone slid from icy to frigid, and she quieted immediately. “Don’t even try to tell me that calling yourself a coward is not insulting. It won’t play. You are giving yourself as much time as you need to acclimate to something that is new and different and overwhelming. Whether it’s something you want doesn’t change all of those things. And rushing yourself can easily ruin an experience. A bad experience is hard to overcome. That’s *not* being a coward. That is behaving wisely.”
MJ looked at him as he spoke. For all that his tone was cold and his face was hard, the words were kind and caring.
“And, that’s at least the third time you’ve done that. Put yourself down. For no reason. It’s not acceptable. Now that you have something to think about, maybe you should do just that. Think about what I’ve said.”
“Yes,” MJ murmured. “Thank you. I think I will. Thank you, Liam.”
“Thank me when you’re back.”
“Back?” MJ confusedly looked at Liam. “Back from where?”
“Back from your wall.” Liam pointed to the spot he’d casually selected earlier. “Nose to the wall, little girl. Hands at your sides.”
MJ actually whimpered. “Liam … I- that is … “ She couldn’t figure out what to say.
“Nose. Wall. Get moving right now, little girl. And be grateful that I’m not ordering you to hold your skirt up. Something that can change, if you aren’t at that wall in five … four … three … two … ”
MJ had opened her mouth to argue when he started a countdown. She made it to three before she bolted from the chair in a scramble of legs and practically slammed herself against the appointed spot. She stood there, her hands clenched in front of her, fidgeting.
“Hands at your side, little girl.” Liam watched her closely, noting her body language, blushing cheeks, listening to her whimpers. He waited as she hesitated and then slowly forced her hands to her sides. He watched as she started shifting from side to side. “Stop fidgeting. Stand still.”
“I can’t!” MJ almost wailed. She felt like she was overreacting - after all, it was just corner time. And it wasn’t even that, just a spot on the wall. But, it was the first time she’d ever been put there. Ever.
It was oddly comforting.
“Take deep breaths, kitten. In, slowly, and out.” Liam’s voice was still firm, but encouraging. He watched as she slowly stopped fidgeting, except for her fingers tapping her legs. “Stop fidgeting,” he told her again.
MJ stopped tapping her legs but, mere seconds later, she started shifting from side to side again, whimpering. Liam tilted his head, thoughtfully, behind her. “Kitten, start tapping your legs again.” He waited and, sure enough, as her fingers tapped, the rest of her relaxed.
He wheeled close by her, so she wouldn’t be alone, but he kept her where she was. A friend of his walked by and greeted Liam, and they joked a bit. Liam kept an ear on MJ, and he was treated to her embarrassed whimpers. He made a note to buy that friend a beer the next chance he had. The timing was perfect. Liam let her be there a minute or so more, and was about to release her when MJ spoke up.
In a very subdued voice and a very polite tone, MJ said to him without moving, “Sir? May I turn around? Please?” Liam almost said ‘no’, feeling as though he should release her. But, by her tone, he could tell the lesson had been learned.
“Yes. Turn around, but stay at the wall.” There it was again, a soft little whimper.
MJ turned to face him, her eyes downcast. Liam waited a beat and then asked her, “Why were you there, little girl?”
“You - I,” she stumbled, and he waited patiently. “I insulted myself. After you’d repeatedly told me not to.”
“Good girl.” Liam could see her relax. “Would you like to sit down and continue our conversation?”
Her head flew up, her eyes locking on to his. “Yes! Yes, please, Sir!”
Liam chuckled softly and rolled back a little, gesturing to her chair. He chuckled louder when she raced to the chair, sitting quite properly and blushing enough to start a fire.
“Well. What do you think, kitten? Does a punishment have to be a spanking to be effective?” Liam softly at her.
“Oh, god!” MJ shivered. “That was just *cornertime*! I mean. Good god! I’m a lightweight!” The second it was out of her mouth, MJ looked wide-eyed and worried at him.
Liam laughed and shook his head. “No, kitten. I may not have phrased it that way, but that one is *not* an insult. But that does prove that standing at a wall or in a corner is an effective punishment for you. I’ll have to remember that.”
MJ groaned and shook her head. “Nope. Good girl right here!”
“Yes,” Liam smiled at her. “Yes, you are.”
They settled into a companionable silence before MJ spoke up again. “Thank you.”
“For what, kitten?”
“For doing … that.” She blushed. “You didn’t have to.”
“Nope, I didn’t.” Liam smiled at her. “But I did choose to. I wasn’t kidding, or playing about that at all. I really do dislike it when you insult yourself. You do it so often that I don’t think you even realize how much of a habit it’s become. It’s a habit you should work on breaking.”
MJ looked down at her fingers, shyly avoiding his expression. Liam watched her, thought about what he was going to say, and then finally just said it. “Frankly, if you were mine, that wouldn’t have been time spent staring at the wall. Especially considering how many times I’ve had to remind you.”
She froze, and looked back at him. “You mean, that’s a … you would. You’d punish me?” she finished on a whisper.
“I *did* punish you, kitten.” Liam looked at her calmly. “I’m saying that I feel strongly about you insulting yourself. Strong enough that I’d spank you for it. If I had that right.” He watched as she gaped like a fish, absorbing his words.
“I -“ she swallowed. “I think I’d like a drink.”
Blinking at the flying change of topic, Liam then shrugged. “Would you like a water? I can get one from the stand over there for you.”
“I’d really like a scotch,” she muttered. “But water will do. I’ll get it.”
Liam looked at her and nodded. “I’ll be here if you want to come back.” |
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