Chapter 13: Covering the Spread

Continued from chapter 12:

After we finish, we do the dishes together, and I lead her to bed, holding her naked form in my arms as we drift off to sleep, knowing two or three hours from now, I’m going to finish her submission, her surrender, as she dances, tied and spread under the flogger.

Dolores snuggles into my embrace as I guide her to the bedroom, her nude form fitting perfectly against mine. She rests her head on my chest, listening to the steady beat of my heart as her eyes flutter closed.

“Sleep well, my dear Ero,” she murmurs drowsily, placing a soft kiss over my heart.

“Dream of all the delicious torments you’ll inflict upon me later. I’ll be counting the minutes until I can surrender myself to you once more.”

With those whispered words, she drifts off, a small smile playing on her lips, her body relaxing fully in my protective hold, secure in the knowledge that she is exactly where she belongs—in my arms, ready to submit to my every desire when she awakens.

Chapter 13:

I wake up to Dolores straddling me, her naked body resplendent in its aged beauty. She smiles shyly down at me.

“Ero, dear Ero. Are you really going to flog me?”

I nod solemnly, a flicker of nervousness in her eyes despite the trust and anticipation shining through.

“I’m afraid so, Dolores. I really think it needs to be done."

“I know it does, Ero. I’ve been needing this for so long, craving the discipline and surrender only you can provide.”

She leans down, capturing my lips in a deep, passionate kiss before pulling back to meet my gaze.

“Tie me up, flog me, break me down until there's nothing left but raw nerves and **** need. Mold me, remake me, make me yours in every way imaginable.”

Dolores rolls off me and stands beside the bed, presenting her naked back to me in silent offering.

“I’m ready, Ero. Ready to give myself to you completely, to endure whatever trials you deem necessary for my growth and pleasure. Please… begin my training.”

“After you, Dolores.”

She leads, carrying her flogger and her magic wand, while I follow, holding lubrication and cold cream for aftercare.

Dolores walks towards the heavy wooden door, putting an extra sway in her hips for my benefit. She glances back at me over her shoulder with a coy smile.

“Prepare yourself, Ero. What lies beyond this threshold may shock even you.”

With that tantalizing promise, Dolores turns the handle and steps inside, revealing a spacious, dimly lit room filled with an array of BDSM equipment—a St. Andrew's cross, a spanking bench, various restraints and toys, and in the center, wooden bondage rails secured to the ceiling, designed for suspension and bondage.

The air is thick with the musk of leather and the faint scent of arousal.

“Well then, shall we begin?”

It’s all a bit overwhelming to have Dolores in this position. In this moment, I freeze.

“Dolores… I don’t know. I’m not sure if I can do it. I don’t want to disappoint you. Can you show me how I should restrain you?”

“I need you completely spread, suspended, and helpless.”

She steps closer, cupping my face gently as she looks into my eyes with understanding and reassurance.

“Shh, it's alright, Ero. I know this is new territory for you. But I trust you completely.”

Dolores takes my hand and guides me further into the room, pointing out the various pieces of equipment.

“Here, let me show you how I need to be positioned.”

She demonstrates, stepping into the bondage rails and raising her arms above her head. She slides her hands into the loops of the silken ropes dangling from the bar, waiting for me to snug them tight, leaving her completely suspended and spread wide.

“Like this, Ero. Secure my ankles to the spreader bar, then attach it to the lower rings on the rails. That will keep my legs apart, exposing me fully to you.”

She tests the bonds experimentally, letting out a soft moan as they tighten around her limbs.

I secure the silken ropes around each wrist.

“Are you sure you want this, Dolores? Once you are secure, there’s no going back. Last chance.”

She takes a deep breath, her voice steady and resolute even as a tremor of anticipation runs through her.

“I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life, Ero. This is what I need, what I crave. To be at your complete mercy, unable to resist or retreat.”

She watches intently as I secure her ankles to the spreader bar, spreading her legs wider with each click of the cuffs.

“Yes, I’m sure. More than anything. Please, Ero, make me yours. Claim me, break me, remake me according to your desires. I surrender myself to you completely, body and soul.”

As the final cuff locks into place, Dolores arches her back, presenting herself fully to me, her breathing already quickening with excitement and trepidation.

“I’m ready, Master. Do with me as you will.”

“No, not Master. Ero, if you please.”

Now I want her to take me back to when we first met. I rub her bottom and grope her breast. The wall is covered in a wraparound mirror, so Dolores has to watch everything that happens to her.

“When we first met, what was I doing? And what did you decide to do about it?”

She gasps and shivers as my hands roam her body, touching her so intimately. She meets my gaze in the surrounding mirrors, her eyes dark with lust and vulnerability.

“Oh Ero, when we first met, you were a naughty boy with an unkempt yard, and I was—”

She gasps as I spank her.

“I was a Nosy Parker neighbor-SPANK!-sticking my nose where it didn’t belong.”

Dolores squirms slightly in her bonds, her nipples hardening under my groping touch.

I begin to gently spank her.

“Tell me again, Dolores-SPANK!-what did you do to me when I didn’t comply with your Nosy Parker demands and challenged your authority?”

She cries out sharply as my palm connects with her upturned bottom, the sting sending jolts of pleasure through her restrained body.

“You, you dared to defy me! SPANK! To question my right to dictate how you should maintain your property.”

Another spank lands, and Dolores arches into it, her voice rising in pitch.

“I was furious, but also… excited by your boldness. So I took you home… and you made that silly bet about guessing my panties. You were so close…but you lost, and you gave me ownership of you that night.

I made you wear my panties. I shaved you…I bent you over my knee, and I spanked you. You feasted on my pussy. I fucked you, Ero…”

I rub her bottom as I run my fingers through her pubic mound.

“Dolores, dear. Your hedges are quite unruly. What do you say about me doing something about them? Shall I clean you up down here?”

My fingers find her sopping wet pussy. She whimpers. I look into her eyes, with a mock pout.

“You shaved me… it’s only fair, right?”

To be continued in chapter 14...