Courting & Serving Her Collection

Chapter Four

Chapter Four

Abstinence, for Alex

Kimberly called and invited herself over later that week. Rather, she informed Alex she had an evening free and that he could see her. She could tell immediately that the passing days since she’d left him naked and on his knees had broken the spell for Alex of his submission to her. Similar to the way he’d awakened the morning after she’d spanked him looking frightened and embarrassed, he greeted her nervously at the doors to his building with a shy graciousness, bowing his head slightly.

“So, did you practice?” Kimberly asked him in the elevator.

“Practice?”

She frowned. Alex’s mouth popped open imploringly. His eyes shot over to the square speaker next to the buttons of the elevator. Kimberly nodded and smiled. As if anyone were listening through that, but she would wait and draw out the anticipation for him. She had no doubt he desired to submit to her again, and the longer he put it off, the more precious the moment would be. She strutted off the elevator to his door, leaned against it, and waited for him. Alex let her in ahead then came in, shutting the door behind him.

“So? Did you practice?” She spun, holding him just inside the door. The evening was cool, and she was wearing a gray wool skirt that came to her knees and a sweater, but the sweater was tight and revealed the shape of her chest. She knew she looked good in it, which would intimidate him, and she reached his chin in her heels.

“Yes, Mistress.” He had to work so hard to get the words out of his mouth.

“You really practiced?” Kimberly giggled. “That is so adorably cute.” She pinched his cheek.

“You told me to,” Alex said, blushing over her giggling at him.

“I know I did, and I’m pleased you obeyed. Now come show me.” She walked over to the couch and sat.

Alex followed her, slowly, then hesitated in the middle of the room.

“Mmm, you should probably be in your underwear,” Kimberly said.

His eyes were filling with tears. He couldn’t hold back any longer and opened his mouth in a gasp. His fingers shook as he removed his shirt first, then his shoes and socks, and, finally, his pants.

“What happened to your tidy-whiteys?” Kimberly asked.

Alex had on black boxer-briefs. “I’m wearing these instead.”

“I liked your cute underwear better.” She knew Alex would take this comment as an order, and always be ready to strip down to his tidy-whiteys for her. “Okay, let’s see how you do,” Kimberly said. “Let’s see whether I’ll have to spank you or not.” She sat with her legs crossed, kicking her foot through the air.

Alex stepped forward, digging his feet into the carpet, then he knelt slowly, keeping his hands at his sides. He managed to keep his balance, and his knees touched together. He grinned in relief. Kimberly pointed at her foot. “Now greet me with a kiss.”

Bending forward, Alex touched his lips to Kimberly’s foot that hung in the air and kissed. He hesitated there, stooped over, then bent to her foot on the floor and gave that one a kiss as well.

“Very good job kneeling. I can see you really did practice.” She giggled again.

“Yes, Mistress.”

Kimberly slipped off her shoes, stretched her feet out, and set them in Alex’s lap. “By the way, you don’t always have to call me mistress. I still like to be called by my name. And you can sometimes say ‘ma’am’ which is a more informal title that is still respectful.”

“Yes, Kimberly.” He picked up her right foot and began massaging it. She loved that he did this without having to be told.

It was the week before midterms, and Kimberly had all of her tests early the next week, so she was feeling a little stressed. As she enjoyed her foot massage, she let her stress unravel by discussing with Alex all the things cluttering her mind. Alex was an excellent listener even occupied with his task, which produced a wet spot that showed even through his black underwear. She asked how his work was going as well, and Alex told her a story about a client, who only had collision, whose car had been totaled by a deer, who had pleaded that the accident was the deer’s fault. Kimberly giggled, and Alex smiled shyly. Having a normal conversation while he was in his underwear, on his knees, massaging her feet, seemed difficult for him, but he was getting more comfortable. He would relax soon enough, and greeting her with foot massages from his knees would become a normal part of their routine.

“Well, what’s for dinner?” Kimberly asked.

“Oh, I don’t know. I didn’t know if you’d want to eat out, or what you’d like.”

“Alex, I’ve been out all day. Why would I want to go out again to eat?”

“I can make something.” Alex’s hands, moving over her feet, slowed. “I can make chicken and rice.”

Kimberly looked over at the clock. “It’s already past six.”

“Why don’t I make you a little snack for while you wait?” Alex set her feet back on the floor and went to the kitchen. He returned in a few minutes and handed her a plate of crackers and cheese and celery. “Won’t be more than half an hour.”

“You’ll have to be spanked, Alex,” Kimberly said, biting into a cracker.

“Really?”

“If dinner is later than half an hour, you’ll get double.”

Alex nodded and scurried back to the kitchen. Kimberly wasn’t sure, but she thought a smile crossed his face before he turned.

***

Despite their late dinner and Kimberly having to spank Alex after, they were able to retire early for the night. Alex lay next to her, giddy from the release of tension that had followed his getting over her lap again. He had seemed more anxious the second time; but, once she bared him and got him settled over her, Kimberly could tell he immediately relaxed and enjoyed the feel of her hand. This didn’t sit entirely well with her. Punishments were supposed to hurt. To be sure he got the point, she had stretched herself, smacking until her hand was numb.

Her hand still stung as feeling returned to it. Next time, she would use her paddle—he was ready for it—and only his bottom would feel its sting.

She made him lay on his stomach, so she could admire the nice, even pink she’d covered him with. In a black bra and panties, she lay next to him, turned toward him, and as her eyes moved over him, she noticed his roving over her. “You’re not rubbing against the bed, are you?”

“No, Ma’am,” Alex said.

“Turn back over, just to be safe.”

Alex rolled onto his back. His Cute Thing thrust into the air, and Kimberly giggled. Alex grinned back at her. He was already learning to feel glad anytime he amused her, even if it embarrassed him, and Kimberly couldn’t resist leaning over and kissing him. Alex moaned as she pressed her open mouth against his, but she pulled away quickly. “So? Did you do it after I left the other day?”

“Yes, Kimberly.”

“And you thought of me?”

“Of course.”

“Tell me what you thought about, exactly.”

Alex squirmed. “I can’t. That would be too embarrassing.”

“I don’t care if it’s embarrassing. Tell me.”

So he told her: How he began on the bed with his underwear on and pulled them down, thinking of how she’d tugged them down the night before for his first spanking. How he’d imagined being over her lap and taking her punishing smacks, then how he’d finished with her perched above him, recreating in his mind’s ear the sounds of her climaxing.

“Perfect. That’s exactly how I would have instructed you to do it.” Kimberly turned onto her stomach and, reaching down, grabbed her panties at her hips. She pulled them down, arching her back, and lifting her bottom for Alex to admire, which he did—the lull-ish glaze she found so cute passing over his face. She rolled back over with them around her knees, and sat up, pulling them off and tossing them to the floor. “Now it’s my turn,” she said, rising to her knees, “except I won’t be using my hand when your mouth feels so much better.”

Alex laid his head straight back on the mattress, pointing his eyes over to watch her approach. She crawled over him, straddling his chest. Bending over, she placed her open mouth against his and thrust her tongue into him. Alex moaned for her lightly as she gave him a lengthy, powerful kiss. She left with a quick peck on his lips, and a smile. Then continued crawling up the bed until her s*x covered his mouth. She sat heavily on him, unclasping her bra from behind her back, slipping it off, and throwing it to the floor, then she lifted. Alex gasped for air beneath her then began kissing and licking. Kimberly pressed her hand down on his forehead and, with her other, played with her n*****s, pressing them into her breasts. As she pumped up and down, the wonderful feeling of Alex’s mouth against her was heightened by her feeling of power over him. Nothing turned her on like teaching a new boy to submit. She spanked him, now she was riding his face, and he would hold her in her sleep without a word of complaint about her not touching him. That was power. As she thought this, and as Alex desperately kept up with her gyrations, she reached her climax in a torrent of high-pitched pants and sighs. She fell over sideways, keeping Alex pinned between her legs. She lay there, coming down from her elation. Alex continued with his gentle ministrations, waiting patiently to be released.

Finally, Kimberly slid back to her side of the bed, letting Alex out from between her thighs. “So, would you ever have imagined when you came up to me at the coffee shop that I’d be coming over, spanking you for not having dinner ready, and receiving oral s*x from you?”

“I didn’t know what to think. I just knew I had to meet you.” Alex licked his lips and swallowed. Kimberly noticed he did this every time she dismounted from him. It was the cutest thing.

She slid in against his shoulder. “You were very respectful, and cute, that’s why I gave you a chance. I’m not an easy girl to pick up, you know.”

“I know. May I ask a question?”

“Certainly.”

“I’m scared to ask it. I’m afraid you’ll get mad.”

“You mean you’re afraid you’ll get spanked.”

His Cute Thing twitched. “Yes, Ma’am.”

“Alex, you can ask me anything.”

“Will it always be like this? I mean, I’m not saying anything against it. I love what we’ve been doing, but will we ever do more?”

“What we’ve been doing?”

“Well…,” Alex said, nervously, “with just me going down on you.”

“I don’t like that phrase.”

“Making love to you with my mouth?”

“Much better.”

“But is that all we’ll do? Do you enjoy anything else?”

“Of course I do. I’m a fully-actualized woman. I love s*x. I crave it. Lying naked with you so ready to offer yourself to me is definitely a temptation, but this is a very special time for us, Alex. Not only are you satisfying me while abstaining, but you’ve never been satisfied by me. You haven’t even felt my touch. Once I’ve given you that gift, we’ll never have this dynamic to enjoy again. I won’t rush us through it. No matter how much I, and especially you, might sometimes want to. Does that make sense?”

“Sort of.”

“Don’t you think about it? How, when we hang out, I’m so intimately taken care of, and you’re denied anything. Doesn’t that thought help you along when you do your thing after I leave?”

“It does,” he admitted.

“See? Think of it like this: some girls make guys wait months, even years for s*x; and, in the meantime, they barely get more than an occasional dry hump. You get to see me naked, put your mouth on me, and lay over my lap getting spanked. That counts for a lot, doesn’t it?” She grinned at him and poked his side.

“Yes, Mistress,” Alex said, smiling shyly.

Kimberly burst out laughing and squeezed against Alex, capturing one of his legs with hers.