“I don’t have a lot of time to do this, I don’t want you to be tired tomorrow. I told you last night that submission is not about power Carla, it’s about trust. How can you trust me with this perfect little compact body but not with you? If there is no trust, absolute trust, this between us will never work.” She stays quiet the entire time, once the room is in place, I set her on her feet.
“Strip.” I command her. And just like I knew she would she obeys without thought. Once she is naked, I tell her to get on the spanking bench. We are not on the side of the room we were on before but on the side that’s all about pain and trust. This is where the trust will be built. Once the handcuffs are on her ankles and wrists, and the collar is around her neck I’m ready to begin.
“Tell me dove, what’s wrong.”
She briefly lifts her eyes to mine since the collar doesn’t leave her much wiggle room, and then drops her head back down without answering. I take my time picking the flogger I want to use for this, as much as flogging is about play tonight it’s about more. I choose my moose leather flogger, tested the weight of it in my hand and set it down and get undressed. I leave on my boxer briefs and get to work.
“Last chance to tell me what’s wrong Carla.” Again, I am met with silence.
“Do you remember your safe words?” when she nods her head in the affirmative, I tell her, “I need to hear it, dove.”
“Yes.”
“Aww so you can still talk,” I say as I walk around her on the bench looking sexier than she has the right to. I almost want to say forget it and fuck it out of her, but not yet.
As I make my way behind her, I lift the flogger and bring it down on her ass and her whole body jumps. I don’t try to hurt her but provide just enough of a sting to get her attention. I repeat the action on the other cheek, I continue alternating sides for a few minutes more until she is squirming on the bench. I notice her cunt is dripping on the leather, I don’t think this is much of a punishment. I lift the flogger again but this time I put a little more force in it and she lets out a squeak. “Are you ready to talk now Dove?” And still silence, that squeak was the first sound she made since saying yes to her safe words. I once again repeat what I did on the other side, and she tried her damnedest to not make any noise but failed. And then I hear it, and not what I was looking for or expecting, she’s crying. I quickly release her from her restraints, pull her into my arms and went to the bed. She straddles me, as I sit with my back to the headboard, and cried into my chest.
“Talk to me baby.”
“There was never any time.” She’s quiet for a long time after that statement but I know she’s not done talking so I give her time to compose her thoughts.
“My dad sacrificed everything for me. He worked janitorial jobs, saved and gave me everything I could want or need. Even after my mom died and he moved us out to a predominately white neighborhood I never went lacking and I had everything they had. He even got a job at the college I went to so I could go for practically free. Once I went to college, I got my bachelor’s degree, my master’s degree, then I passed the bar and worked my ass off to get the reputation of one of the best lawyers in Mississippi and the top black female lawyer in Mississippi.”
She tells me this, but I already knew her story so once again I wait patiently because I know this is going somewhere very specific.
“And now I’m thirty-six, and I realize I never left myself any time and it’s too late.”
“For what little one.” She falls silent again. “For what Carla.”
“A baby.”
And there it is, I knew this was going somewhere important. “Did Malachi set you off baby doll?”
“Yes.”
“And now you are admitting you want a baby of your own?”
“Yes.”
“With me?”
“Yes.”
“We have a lot to discuss little one.”