Learning to Submit Ch. 02

Author's Note: Hi! This is part two of what will be a fairly lengthy series, which is why I'm placing it in the novels category, even though it will be mostly BDSM in nature. If you haven't read ch. 01, I'd recommend it to get a bit of background on the characters. I am actually finished writing the entire story, and am just working on edits before posting, so the full story should be available without too much waiting in between!

This is my first story, and I'm very open to comments if you have any thoughts when you finished reading each chapter.

Thanks again to ftw752 for editing help!

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Patrick casually walked into the bedroom and started changing. Although he'd put on a bit of weight since I first met him, his body was still strong under the slightly softer exterior. I watched him changing and imagined him pinning me down, making me beg and scream for him. I knew it was what I wanted, I just had to figure out how to tell him, and hope he was willing to try.

"Hey Christy, what's up?" he asked.

I was sitting in the corner of our king size bed, still in my work clothes. Pat usually beat me home, but I'd been on a special project working with Jazz the past week, which allowed me to be here, waiting for him for once. It had given me just enough time to think through what I wanted to say, my anxiety spiking as I considered the possibility that this might go very badly.

Honesty. Deep breath. Just be honest. I could do this.

"We need to talk." I managed to say quietly.

"That sounds serious. Everything ok?" He stopped changing, shirt off and belt hanging open and turned around to look at me.

His eyes showed the stress of a long day at work, and coming home to a wife who seemed nervous about the conversation she was starting. It didn't help that shirtless and with his belt open, my brain jumped to what was hidden just a little lower. I willed myself to focus. If all went well, I'd be seeing more soon.

"I had a conversation with Jazz today. Since he's experienced with it, I wanted his opinion about partner sharing and what it might mean and how to navigate it without fucking up our relationship."

'Ok. That wasn't so hard,' I thought.

"He said at the end of the day, it's all about honesty, and I realized there's more I need to tell you. About me. About what I want, what I like. What I fantasize about."

"I'm listening." He sat down on the opposite corner of the bed, his blue eyes curious, with a hint of desire. It had been more than a while since I'd initiated any conversation about sex, and even the fact I was thinking about it was hopefully exciting for him.

I could feel my heart racing, and urged my body to calm down. My core was already damp from my earlier thoughts about him rendering me helpless, and my nipples started to tighten as I thought through what to say next.

"So," I said, taking a deep breath. "Remember how when we were first dating you used to tie me down sometimes during sex? You always knew I liked it but we didn't do it too much."

I was slowly feeling a little better. A little more confident as I went on.

"More recently I ended up reading those Beauty stories where she gets turned into a slave? At first, I thought it seemed a bit harsh, but the more I thought about it the more I realized I was turned on." I was talking faster now, eager to get all this out before I lost my nerve. He was calmly sitting across from me, intently trying to hold my gaze as I shyly looked down away from the smolder I could see in his beautiful eyes. "I remember reading about the girls getting spanked, and stuffed with toys, and made to play humiliating games or stand in humiliating ways, and the truth is..." I stopped to swallow my fear "The truth is I think I'd like to explore some of that. Or all of that. With you."

I exhaled slowly while I waited for him to react.

"So," he said cautiously. I noticed the smolder hadn't left his gaze. "You want to be my slave?"

His mouth curved up just a bit at the edge in a devilish smile.

"I don't know about slave. But I started looking into it today and I think I want to try a dom/sub relationship with you. I want you to be in control. I want you to train me to please you. And I want..."

I couldn't believe I was actually going to say this. Was this what I really wanted? I knew it was, deep down, even though I was afraid.

"I want you to punish me when I break the rules. Or when I displease you sexually. Or," I could feel the blush burning in my cheeks as I slowly said, "or when you want to just because you want to see me squirm."

He sat quietly for a moment as he considered my words. But he never lost that little smile and I was fairly sure he was reacting exactly the way I'd hoped.

"Turn around C. Bend over the bed."

His voice somehow seemed rougher, like it had a bit of a growl to it. And although he was speaking quietly, his tone left no room for argument.

I stood shakily and turned around to lay my chest on the bed with my feet still standing on the floor. I waited quietly, not sure exactly what he was thinking, and being driven completely insane wondering what was coming next.

I could feel him standing behind me and my breath caught as I felt his hand grab my right ass cheek and squeeze.

"Put your hands above your head and don't move."

I did as he asked.

"Good girl." He said it in such a smooth and velvety voice that my body immediately reacted. I could feel wetness starting to drip from my slit and a burning desire for sex that I hadn't felt in a long time.

He lifted the skirt of my work dress up over my hips and gently slid my panties down to my thighs, exposing my ass to him.

I felt the weight of his body leaning over me, putting his face close to my ear so I could feel his breath against the side of my neck. My body immediately felt pinned below his, and I moaned at my helplessness. His voice was barely above a whisper when he spoke, and it sent a lovely chill down my spine.

"You know I like to be in control in all aspects of my life, so the idea of controlling you is almost intoxicating."

I could feel the bulge in his boxer briefs pressing into my ass as he continued, a little louder.

"You want to be dominated, spanked, used. Is that right?"

"Yes!" I said as enthusiastically as possible.

His tongue traced the sensitive skin below my ear and I moaned and squirmed beneath him. He stood up slowly, keeping one hand on my shoulder blades as I reminder I wasn't supposed to move.

I felt a sharp slap to my right cheek, the same one he had squeezed earlier.

"Ow!" I said.

The slap stung, but it was definitely bearable. I imagined what the girls in those stories must have felt, spanked hard until their ass was red and burning hot. After the first blow, I wasn't sure I could take that much, but I knew I could take more, and wanted to experience it.

He caressed my ass gently with his hand, rubbing over the stinging spot and making it feel a little better. A warm glow spread through my core, and I could feel the moisture increasing.

"As it turns out, I know a little on the subject as well. If you want to be my submissive, I expect to be called Sir, or Master, at all times. Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir."

"Good girl." He slowly slid his hand between my legs and let one finger lazily trace the outside of my folds. "Mmmm, I can tell you want this. Your pussy is already dripping. I think I'm going to enjoy exploring this relationship with you."

I moaned quietly, as much at his words as his touch. In the stories I read, the way the dominants talked to their submissives was always a huge part of what turned me on. Hearing those words, in person, from the man I loved, was an aphrodisiac. My body had a light sheen of sweat forming, as I waited, desperately, to see what he would do next.

"You will need a safeword."

"Yes Sir. I read online about using yellow if you're feeling unsure, and red if you need your dom to stop all together. Would that be okay for now, Sir?"

"That seems fair. Don't be scared to use them. This is new for both of us."

I was breathing heavily now as I considered how fast this all was happening. He was rubbing my ass slowly with his hands, occasionally squeezing a cheek and making me jump a little. He ran a finger back over my slit and pushed in a little more to feel my wetness.

I was moaning as I felt him rubbing my favourite spot and then he suddenly stopped, and the spanking started in earnest. He used his bare hand, slightly cupped, and I did my best to stay still as he alternated between fast and slow, light and slightly harder. When he stopped after probably 20 or so slaps, I groaned as I felt the heat spreading across my cheeks.

"You look good like this. Bent over, at my mercy. Ass all pink. I'm so glad you told me how you feel, my little sub."

"Yes Sir."

"Did you like it?"

"Yes Sir. It hurt like hell, but I can feel my pussy dripping all over my thighs. I liked it a lot, Sir."

"Stand up and take off your underwear." I did as he asked, wincing a bit as my skirt fell back over my heated skin.

"No underwear for the rest of the night. In fact, take off your dress."

I slipped my dress up over my head. He was my husband, and he'd seen me naked several times, but somehow this time it felt different. I felt vulnerable. My nipples tightened under his predatory gaze.

"You will sleep naked tonight. No clothes until tomorrow morning when you have to go to work. I'm headed to my office to do a bit of reading. Perhaps you should pick up one of those books you were talking about and start reading them again. I'll be interested to hear some details of what specifically gets you wet while reading them."

"Yes Sir."

He looked at me then, and smiled, pulling me into a sweet kiss. He fondled my hard nipples, and I arched into his hand. When he spoke, he sounded a little less growly, but I knew he wasn't done with me yet tonight.

"I love you so much. Thank you for trusting me with this. I'm looking forward to what comes next!"

"Me too, Sir." I said, rather breathlessly.

"One thing though." I had started to walk to the bookshelf but stopped dead in my tracks and looked back over my shoulder. "Yes Sir?"

"I know you've never been into blowjobs, and that's ok. But if you really want to be my sub, I'd like to be able to use your mouth more as well. I don't have to finish there."

I'm sure my face must have blanched. An early boyfriend had coerced me into giving him my first blowjob, and I still gagged thinking about having cum in my mouth.

He took the two steps across the room and pulled me into his arms. "C, woah! It's ok. I won't push you to do anything you don't want to, ok?"

"Thank you." I said quietly, releasing a breath I hadn't realized I was holding.

He tipped my chin up and kissed me gently. He held a finger under my chin so I couldn't look away. "Look at me. I love you. Part of this is trust. I won't force you into anything you don't want, but from what you said when you were reading those stories, you liked when the girls were used fully - in every hole. I know you don't suck my cock often, but you can do a little bit maybe?"

"Yes Pat, of course. I love you too, and you're right. I do want to get fully used if we're going to do this. I want to be your naughty little sub and although it might take a while, I'd like to get better at sucking your cock. Maybe with practice I will be able to do a better job. Will you be patient with me though?" I felt the butterflies inside again as I worried that I was going to put too many conditions on this and somehow wreck it before it even started.

"Of course, honey. We'll take it at your pace, and you let me know when you're ready for me to take control a little more." He smiled, and I couldn't help but get lost in his eyes. I did love him, and I trusted him to keep me safe. "Now," He said, playfully smacking my ass and making me yelp, "I'm off to learn a little more about spanking and training a submissive. You go read one of those naughty stories. I want to hear all about what gets the juices flowing when I get back. And if you're a good girl, and give me lots of detail, I'll give you an orgasm before bed." He winked as he headed out of the master bedroom towards his office.

I quickly grabbed the first book and climbed into bed. My ass was still feeling a bit warm, but I loved the feeling as I felt it rub against the blankets. I thought about how amazing it was to have Pat pinning me down spanking me. The part of me that had wished to be dominated and controlled was already singing from my first experience. I started to read the story, snuggling into the warmth and comfort of our bed. After all the anxiety and excitement of the day, the bed felt a little too good. I didn't get very far in the story before I drifted off to sleep.