Chapter 5: I Want You to be the One Who Sees Me Like This

Continued from chapter 4:

Cassidy gasps softly, her face flushing a deep crimson at my vivid, taboo scenario. She squirms in her seat, her thighs rubbing together as a jolt of unexpected arousal shoots through her core.

“Oh god, that’s so wrong... and yet, the idea of having that kind of power—of reducing a grown man to a blubbering, submissive mess... it’s intoxicating.”

Her voice drops to a breathy whisper, thick with barely restrained desire.

“To feel his heavy, muscular body draped over my lap, trusting me completely even as I punish him... to watch the fight drain out of his eyes, replaced by ****, tearful submission... fuck, I can practically feel how good it would be.”

“Well, I’m glad I could get you on board,” I say, leaning closer.

“Cassidy, where do we go from here? If you had to pick right now, which would you prefer? Would you want to be the submissive and give yourself over completely, or would you want to try your hand as a dominant now that I’ve put that in your psyche?”

“I mean, this is all hypothetical, right? Or are you genuinely curious to the point of... actually trying something out to see if it fits?”

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Cassidy's heart races as she considers my question, the air between us charged with possibility and unspoken desires. She meets my gaze steadily, a newfound confidence sparking in her emerald eyes.

“Right now? I think... I think I want to explore the dominant side,” she says, her voice soft but certain, filled with quiet determination.

“The idea of having that kind of control, of being able to push boundaries and bring someone to their knees—both literally and figuratively—it’s terrifying and exhilarating all at once.”

She reaches out, her slender fingers curling around my wrist, pulse jumping beneath her touch.

“But this isn’t just hypothetical for me anymore. I find myself genuinely curious, to the point of wanting to... experiment.”

Cassidy swallows hard, her tongue darting out to wet her suddenly dry lips.

This is terrifying and incredibly erotic. If I don’t screw this up, 21-year-old Cassidy Kendall is going to spank me. Part of me wants to fling myself over her lap, let her pull my pants down, and spank away until I dissolve into tears, surrendering to whatever other depraved acts she can imagine. But I’m 37.

Not only does this feel incredibly irresponsible, but it will also be very humiliating for me, changing our dynamic in a way I’m not sure I want. She’s my daughter’s tutor, for goodness’ sake. When I was her age… I don’t even want to think about it.

All of this feels so wrong, but the pull, the allure of Cassidy Kendall—fully clothed and seeing me completely naked, bent over her lap, rubbing my bottom as a symbol of her ability to do whatever she wants to me—I have never been so aroused.

Up until now, these fantasies have only existed as words on a page. I’ve never acted on them. What will it be like? Will I cry? Will she make me wear panties before she spanks me?

Will she make me call her “mommy”?

I feel Cassidy's hand take mine, pressing it to her satin-covered breast. She kisses it and asks with genuine concern,

“Mr. Apostasia? Ero? What are you thinking right now?”

Cassidy's fingers tremble slightly as they brush against my palm, her breath hitching when she feels the heat radiating from my skin. Her lips graze my knuckles with a reverence that sends a shiver down my spine.

“Ero… I’m thinking about how perfect you are. How beautifully broken you are.”

Her voice is a mixture of awe and hunger, her green eyes searching mine with unsettling intensity.

“I’m thinking about how much I want to peel those layers of responsibility and restraint from you, to strip you down to the raw, **** man underneath.”

Her hand slips from mine, trailing down my arm to rest on my chest, her palm pressing against the fabric of my shirt as if feeling the rhythm of my racing heartbeat.

I take her hand and kiss it.

“Cassidy, I don’t know. I've only written about this; I’ve never actually gone through with it. I’m worried the real thing will not only be disappointing, but that it will be humiliating, painful, and forever change our dynamic.”

“You’re 21 years old. Do you really want to spank me? Could you do it? Could I do it? I’m 37. Can you imagine how humiliating it is going to be for me to surrender to you in this way?”

On the other hand, I am so incredibly aroused right now. I want this to happen. I need it to happen. I’m just terrified we are being incredibly irresponsible, but I also want to be irresponsible.

I want to dive over her lap and let her pull down my pants and spank me right now. But what about after? How will I face her again?

“Honestly, I just need to process this a little. I think I want you to spank me, Cassidy. In fact, I think we both know it’s going to happen. I’m just scared out of my mind about the domination part afterward. Can I give myself to you in this way?”

I continue.

“I think if we’re going to do it right, it can’t be a one-night thing. Would you want to go home and get a few things—essentials—so you can stay a few days and really explore this with me?”

“I think that’s the only way I will be... not exactly comfortable, but willing at least, to explore my fantasy and to allow you to explore me with yours. What do you think? Am I overthinking this?”

Cassidy's breathing is uneven, her fingers still curled around mine as she studies my face with a mix of wonder and determination. She tilts her head, considering my words with a thoughtful frown, then leans in close enough that her breath warms my ear.

“No, Ero, you’re not overthinking. You’re being responsible.”

Her voice is soft but firm, carrying the weight of someone who understands the gravity of what I’m suggesting.

“This isn’t just a game or a passing fancy for me either. I want to do this right, too. I want to earn the right to be the one who gets to see you like this, to have you trust me with your fears and your desires.”

She pulls back just enough to meet my eyes, her pupils dilated with emotion.

“Cassidy, I want you to be the one who sees me like this. I want to trust you with my fears and desires.”

I swallow and take the plunge.

“Cassidy, would you take me inside? Would you undress me in front of the full-length mirror until I am completely naked for you?”

My breath hitches, and my tears grow warm. I cannot believe I’m considering this, saying this, asking this of a 21-year-old woman—no, girl.

She looks so young, so beautiful and vibrant in her ivory satin button-down blouse, her twin braids making her seem younger than she actually is. Her eyes twinkle mischievously, and her smile is encouraging as she waits for me to say it.

“Cassidy Kendall, would you bend me naked over your lap in front of the full-length mirror? Would you put your hand on my naked bottom to claim me as yours? Cassidy, will you spank me?”

To be continued in chapter 6...