Indiscretions

Chapter One-4

Several minutes later she reappeared wearing the leather suit. Sharon walked to a mirror and admired herself. Dressed in that leather, she reminded me of what the executioner looked like during the times of Henry VIII.

Sharon asked my opinion with how she looked.

“It’s perfect. It’s you,” I said in an attempt to give her positive feedback. The woman who was waiting on us informed Sharon not to go anywhere. Several moments later, she returned carrying a riding crop.

She handed the crop to Sharon. “This will complement your new suit. These items go hand in hand.”

Sharon took the crop and sawed the air several times making a whistling sound. I could imagine what that would feel like if I was going to be the recipient. Sharon told the woman we would take the whole package. What I didn’t realize at the time was there was a leather head piece that covered the face. Sharon went back into the changing room and took off the leather. When she came out of the room, she handed the leather to the woman. The items were put into a box along with the whip. We proceeded to the front of the store. I gave the woman my credit card. When she presented me with the receipt, I nearly had a cardiac arrest. The items came to over one thousand dollars. I’m not sure Sharon realized what these suits cost when she requested it for her birthday. She noticed the price of the suit when it was rung up on the cash register.

She whispered in my ear. “If this is too expensive, I’ll return it tomorrow.”

Acting as if it were no problem, “No, I want you to have it. It’s your birthday and it only comes once a year. I can hardly wait to see you in action when you put it on at home.” We left the store and stopped at a deli for lunch.

“I’m treating,” she said. “I think you spent enough today.”

We had a sandwich and a beer. Then we continued our walk down South Street looking in the shops.

***

Sharon’s birthday fell on the next Friday. I made a reservation at one of the most expensive restaurants in downtown Philadelphia. Before I left my office, I phoned and requested she meet me in front of her apartment. I instinctively knew I would not be able to get a parking space. When I pulled up, she was waiting for me on the sidewalk. We drove to the restaurant. I turned the car over to the valet parking attendant.

We were greeted just inside the door by a tall, beautiful woman dressed in evening attire. I gave her my name. She escorted us to a private area with a beautifully set table. The dishes were expensive china and the cutlery was silver. A young man appeared dressed in a tuxedo. He announced that he was going to be our waiter. He took our drink orders, gave us menus and informed us of the specials that were being offered. In a short period of time, he returned with our drinks. I placed an order for a bottle of wine to be served at dinner. After he returned with the wine, he took our orders for the appetizers.

We had a wonderful dinner. Afterward we had several glasses of wine, Sharon announced that she could hardly wait to get back to the apartment. There was something she wanted to do once she arrived there. I didn’t question her on what that “something” was, but I would soon discover its meaning.

When we arrived at the apartment, I was lucky to find parking within walking distance. Sharon practically ran up the stairs two at a time. She poured me a glass of wine and then she requested I sit down. She disappeared into the bedroom. A few minutes later, she reappeared wearing her new leather suit. She even went so far as to don the head piece. There were slits for her eyes and mouth. In a demanding tone, she ordered me into the bedroom.

“Take off all of your clothes.”

I did as she commanded. She was waving that riding crop back and forth. Somehow, I knew I was in for a little pain. Once I was completely naked, she had me bend over. My upper torso rested on the bed. With one swipe of the whip, she landed one on my buttocks. The impact from the crop sent vibrations throughout my entire body.

She laid the whip on me again and again. “This is to remind you that you belong to me entirely. No matter what I order you to do, you will obey without hesitation. Do you understand?”

Suddenly, a strange feeling came over me. I enjoyed her dominating me. It was a feeling of s****l gratification. She laid the crop on me one more time.

“I understand,” I replied in a weak voice.

“If you don’t do everything I command of you, we will repeat this punishment. Now get on the bed. Tonight, you will devote your entire being to giving me pleasure.”

I climbed onto the bed and waited for her to join me. She took off the leather, moved to the bed and straddled me. She held my p***s until it reached its peak of firmness. She manipulated it around her vulva and let it tease her c**t. I was getting the vibrations from her that most of her pleasure was the fact she was in control. She slid up on me and placed her v****a over my face. She commanded me to use my tongue. After she had several orgasms, she got off me and rolled over onto her stomach.

“I’m going to allow you to do what you enjoy doing more than anything. Put on the KY and come inside me.” Although my rear end was still stinging from the lashing, the sensation of entering her anus was overwhelming. The two of us were in rapture experiencing incredible pleasure. After several minutes, she commanded me to come. She was on the verge of an orgasm. She wanted to feel my pulsations that enhanced her crescendo. We lay in that position until we fell into a deep sleep.

***

The next morning, we had breakfast. During the breakfast, Sharon questioned me about our activities of the night before. She wanted to know what I thought about her taking the dominate roll. I confessed to her my side of the experience. That having her domination over me, and taking charge of our s****l activities, has awakened something deep inside me that has laid dormant all these years. “I remember as a child, having fantasies of being dominated by women. But in those early years, I didn’t know what it meant. Last night, it all came together. I find it very exciting having you in control.”

She smiled. I knew she was pleased with my accepting her being dominate and my being the submissive.

After a few moments, she changed the subject. She said, “Let’s take a long weekend and go to Michigan.”

“What’s in Michigan?”

“My parents live there. I want them to meet you.”

“When do you want to go?”

“Let’s take Thursday and Friday off from work and we’ll drive. It’s about a nine hour trip. I’ll call ahead and let them know we’re coming.”

“Wait until I confirm getting the time off from the job. I’ll call you Monday morning and let you know.”

I have to admit, I was interested in meeting the people who spawned Sharon. She gave me some background on her parents. Her biological mother and father were divorced when she was a child. Her mother remarried when she was in high school. She lived with her mother and step father until she went to college. The man her mother married was a widower with a 12 year old daughter. Her step sister, Dale, is presently in graduate school working on her second Ph.D.

That afternoon, we spent the rest of the day in Fairmount Park. Sharon fixed a picnic lunch. We found a spot along the banks of the Schuylkill River watching the crew from the University of Pennsylvania practicing. When we arrived back at the apartment, Sharon fixed a quick dinner and donned her leather. We had a repeat performance of the night before.

***

The next morning in the office, I could hardly sit down. I carried some skin cream and applied it to both of the cheeks on my rear end. It relieved some of the pain, but I was still suffering. I requested from my manager to take Thursday and Friday off. Since I didn’t have any outstanding projects, he approved the leave. I called Sharon and passed on the good news. She inquired about my sore butt. I informed her I was alright. I was lying, but I didn’t want to complain. I diplomatically informed her that cropping me had to be limited to weekends. In addition, she should concentrate spanking on other parts of my anatomy to allow time for healing. She said that she would take it under consideration. I felt somewhat relieved.

“We can still have s*x at other times; I’ll reserve the spanking for special occasions.”

***

Thursday morning, I picked up Sharon and we began our trip to Lansing, Michigan. The weather was cooperating. Overall, it was a pleasant trip. We stopped once for lunch and a pit stop.

Sharon’s parent’s house was located near the Michigan State University. Her step father was a tenured professor of Philosophy at the university. It was early evening when we arrived. Sharon’s step father answered the door. I was introduced to both her mother and father, Rita and George. George walked down to the car with me and helped bring in the bags. Sharon’s mother had prepared dinner in anticipation of our arrival. George had quite a well stocked bar. He offered me a drink. I accepted a glass of his expensive wine. He ushered me into his study while Sharon assisted Rita in getting the dinner on the table. The walls of the study were lined with books of all genres. Many of the author’s were familiar to me from when I was in college. I must confess, I haven’t read any of them since.

Sharon came into the study and summoned us to dinner. Rita had set a very attractive dinner table. Rita was a very attractive middle aged woman. It was apparent where Sharon had inherited her good looks. We all sat down. Rita began to dish out the food. The main course was pork smothered in onions. There was a variety of vegetables and starch. George served everyone a glass of wine.

“How long have you known Sharon, Daniel?” Rita inquired.

“Sharon and I have been together almost a year.”

“That’s a long time for Sharon,” George added. “Most of her male interests usually run their course in about three months.”

I thought George’s remark was strange. I wondered how many relationships Sharon had been involved in before me. It was something we never discussed. She had never inquired about my past female friends and I didn’t ask about hers. I let the subject change to the delicious meal that was being served. Turning to Rita, “I understand Sharon has a step sister. Where is she these days?”

George picked up on the question. “She is winding up her second Ph.D. at Berkley. We are expecting her home before she takes her teaching assignment at the University of Pennsylvania.

“So she’s intent on moving to Philadelphia?” I asked

“Yes. They offered her a job two weeks ago. She’s hoping to room with Sharon until she can get situated,” Rita informed everyone.

Sharon look surprised. “This is the first I’ve heard of this arrangement.”

“You don’t have any problem with it, do you, dear?” Rita inquired.

“No. But I think I should have heard it from her and not you.”

“I told her you were going to be visiting this week. I suspect she will be calling in a day or so to speak with you. I would appreciate it if you didn’t mention I said anything.”

“Of course, I’ll keep our conversation in confidence.”

After dinner, Rita served one of her favorite desserts. It was a strawberry short cake that she had baked that afternoon. After eating that delicious cake, I was so full I thought I would burst. Afterwards, we retired into the living room for more wine and conversation.

I took note of a framed photograph. It was of a young woman dressed in a cap and gown. I stood and picked it up to get a closer look. The young woman in the picture was more beautiful than I could ever describe. I was drawn to her immediately. “Is this a photograph of Dale?” I inquired.