The Perfect Beginning Ch. 09

This is the 9th installment of an ongoing story about Michele a and Tim. For sure, it is a disturbing relationship and is in no way intended to describe something healthy or ideal. Emotional sadism is central to it all. If this bothers you, this is not the story for you and I suggest you venture elsewhere.

What makes the story interesting to me is what takes place in the minds of the characters. Withouts words and ideas and the feelings that go with them, it's all just mechanics and honestly, that's not so interesting to me. Simple, pure fucking is a great thing to do. I don't need to read about it. Perhaps when I was verrrrrrrry young, that alone would have intrigued me. Now...yawn. This is a dark, emotional journey. I hope you enjoy it.

The following preface is cut and pasted from installment II. For a more comprehensive understanding of their world, you can venture back to the first installment. Read it or skip it.

This story takes place in a very male dominant society, one which is even more patriarchal than our own. Our hero, Michele, is enchanted by the discovery of her own sexual super power. Poor, lucky Tim, on the other hand comes to realize that he falls under Michels's spell, he does not measure up to societal expectations. These two young people are discovering and becoming as they grow together as a couple.

Psychological conflict and tension are central themes in this saga.

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The story has been formatted to meet the publishing requirement of our host and I am hopeful the necessary kinks have been worked out.

A more complete preface can be found at the beginning of the first installment and if you did not read it, it could be helpful to do so. Here are some of the contextual parameters of the fictional world the story takes place within.

* People are legal adults at 18 years of age.

* People usually live to about 2,000 years of age.

* The cultural norm has almost all legal adults living with their family of origin until they turn 200 years old.

* Young people between the ages of 18 and 200 are treated as and referred to as children when they choose to continue living with their parents.

* Young people between the ages of 18 and 200 often behave much as we would expect teenagers to behave here in our world. They are kept in a state of arrested emotional development.

* Young people between the ages of 18 and 200 years customarily consume "blockers" which prevent them from having sexual feelings or impulses.

* Often young people will begin to "date" around 160 yers of age and while they are expected to continue to take their blockers, some will surreptitiously stop taking them while a few will stop responding to them.

* Age and masculinity are revered in this world. Everybody looks up to their elders and few seriously question the patriarchy.

All characters in the story are over 18 years of age.

It is customary for those below the age of 200 to demonstrate their status by wearing clothing which signify to others that they are off limits. They would wear what we would think of as children's clothing. Remember, an 18 year old and a 1,900 year old would look exactly the same age, so children's clothes are very useful for signaling to those over 200 years to abstain from any romantic or sexual pursuit of another who was deemed of an inappropriate age.

Lastly, sex is not technically illegal for people between the ages of 18 and 200 years. It is considered profoundly taboo. Adult-children (18+) do have sex but it is kept very quiet. Some parents punish their children for engaging in this sinful pleasure and adult-children almost never tell-on one another in this regard, even those who might not like one another. Adult children live by a code and violation of said code subjects one to complete ostracization. Almost none experiment until they are well over 160 years old.

Tim was unsettled by another issue.  He'd be damned if he was going to be in a relationship with someone who could just choose, independently, to be with other people. 

At least that's what he'd told himself before sitting down with Becky. 

Who allows something like that? 

Tiffany had done that to him and it was so wrong!  Allowing it was unthinkable.  So he did not think about it...mostly...at least he did not think about it everyday.

****

Michele came to realize that what she and Tim shared was in many ways a throw back to an earlier time.  This reminded her of what life had been like prior to women getting the right to vote. It reminded her of a time before women had any real right to independence within a marriage. It was a classic or idealized husband/wife relationship from the 1950s.  The only difference was it was the woman who was in charge of her man; Mother knew best after all.  

Krista explained that with the women's liberation movement there emerged a new ideal, an ideal of "equality."  Most progressive at least thought of it sometimes as an aspirational "goal." Most did not take it very seriously.

And even for the few who took it seriously, the problem was that equality was hard to define and for some, they were not comfortable in this dynamic. 

Many men continued to dominate the household. 

Women did this too, but when they did, it usually was not overt dominance.  Rather, it was a subtle, gentle leadership that was often never recognized or held up to the light of day. 

Of real significance was the fact that Her dominance often did not exist in the bedroom.  Either it was male centered sex or more likely they had little sex that was more often than not, unsatisfying for the otherwise would-be alpha female.  

In the bedroom, Michele wanted and expected the classic, well behaved, submissive and servile lover, male or female, husband or wife.  And there was never a moment's doubt or confusion about who was master of this sacred realm. 

Michele reigned supreme and was more than comfortable with Michele centered sex.   As long as Tim fulfilled this basic and in Michele's mind, totally reasonable expectation, they enjoyed the fullness of a loving relationship. 

And like many of those husbands Michele had her girl on the side.  It was not exactly a secret, and Michele did not hide from it, but neither did they talk much about it.  There were times when Michele was out of the house, whereabouts unknown. 

"I'll be home late." 

This comment always put him on edge.  Countless women felt the same insecurity and resentment when he claimed, "I'll be home late, I have a meeting." 

Other times, Tim was expected to be out of the house for several hours and was given no explanation as to why. 

When he did ask what was going on, she brow beat him into letting it go.  "...god, mind your own business!"  If that did not work, he was given quite the hot bottom. 

Tim learned the hard way not to ask questions and to hold it all inside.

Michele so appreciated the freedom to choose another lover.  Yes, it drove Tim crazy, but she did not feel badly about that at all.  First of all, she was secure in her decision to keep Tim as her primary, subordinate partner and Love.  Michele loved Tim. 

She was clear that this was the best possible choice.  

With the understanding that Michele valued her relationship with Tim and had no intention of leaving him, she and Krista reasoned it was only fair that Michele enjoy someone on the side, since it was only a bit of extra fun.  Since it was nothing serious, it was not only fair that she keep Tim but the two agreed that she owed him no explanation or justification and to live unapologetically.

She so valued the freedom to be with another that she knew it was best for the relationship.  Tim was her lover and her confidant, but her ability to be with Becky kept her from feeling trapped or cooped up. 

With this freedom, she knew she would not grow to resent Tim. 

Briefly, she wondered where this freedom might take her in the future. 

That he had the same freedom of choice Michele had was not even considered and had Krista brought it up, the two would have laughed at the joke.  Tim was well kept beneath her, right where he belonged.  She smiled contentedly.

Michele spoke to Krista often about having a happy, healthy and loving relationship, yet indulging in behavior that challenged Tim and kept their relationship exciting.  One thing Krista suggested was to encourage or require Tim to engage in lots of "manly" activities, such as karate and mt. biking. 

Michele found it was much more fun when Tim got to stretch his legs as a man and really let him get out from under Michele's skirt.  In this way, she got to bring him back into submission in a way that kept it all fresh. 

Michele thought it was a lot of fun when Tim came home all pumped up from a karate class and then was forced to spend the entire day as Kimberly, Michele's chaste, proper and submissive girlfriend.  She loved how it always kept Tim emotionally off balance. 

Even with the emergence of Kimberly, Tim never lost himself.  Most of the time he was a guy, Michele's guy and that's the way Michele preferred it.

If Michele became cross with Timmothy or he'd done something that required discipline, the relationship transitioned into an Adult/child or Teacher/student relationship. 

Michele was naturally very authoritative, the role of disciplinarian came easily to her and was a side of herself she joyously embraced.  This point should be emphasized: Michele truly enjoyed fully delving into and exploring the role of disciplinarian.  Exercising her duties in this way brought her tremendous peace of mind, a sense of purpose and infused her with a profound sense of what she thought of as a sort of sexual spirituality.

It was all natural to her and she knew how to speak down to little Timmy in a way that made him regress to the emotional mindset of a seven year old boy. 

It was funny since she'd not been spanked herself and was not steeped in the language of Parent/child spanking, but she knew how to naturally reach for the  right phrase when she assumed this role.  She knew it was a beautiful and erotic flower born from her nature and having internalized just enough popular culture to understand the feeling and language of spanking.  Besides, what playground was not brimming with ridicule, teasing and power play?

And she was keenly aware that there was a sexual cord through all of it.  Even if it was not a spanky or done as foreplay.  Even as discipline and correction, there was always a sexual element to it all.  She was a woman and he was a little boy.  Whether as her son, student or he was just a boy to her, their gender roles were central to all of it and was always reflected in the language of their profane ritual.  Even if a spanking did not lead directly to sex, it fueled their sexual desire for one another.  Michele knew in her bones that she could not love another more than she would the boy who submitted to her spankings.

****

"You really are something," said Krista while flashing a foxy smile and shaking her head.

"Don't you dare judge," replied Michele after telling her best friend about their most recent Halloween party.

"Don't be silly; I wouldn't dare.  Actually, that's not true.  I would dare.  I judge you to be amazing.  What do you think of them apples?" she asked, still smiling.

"Well good.  For a minute..."

"I judge you to be wonderful and magical.  I judge you to be smart and wise beyond reason.   I judge you to have amazing social, interpersonal instinct.

"Have you checked in with Tim?  How is he dealing with it?"

"Oh, I think it will be a little bit of an adjustment for him."

"He's going to confront you on this.  Have you considered how you will deal with it?"

"Yeah," she smiled, "he's a little worked up about it.  It's touched a nerve or two. I know exactly how I'll treat my darling boy.  It might be a chapter in one of our books," she smiled anew.

Krista cocked her head to the side rather thoughtfully.

"So who is this girl?"

Sharing Becky was the only reason Michele considered not telling Krista about the party.  She was not entirely sure why, but she just wanted to keep her as her little, secret on the side.

"Oh, Becky's just this girl Tim went to school with..."

****

Tim had really been working himself up over the whole cheating thing. 

As Donna and Michele went out to breakfast together, he was finishing up all the ironing and contemplated the unfairness and wrongness of it all.  He was getting very upset and very emotional. 

It was in times like these that he became aware that he was wearing little girl panties and he hated it!  For a moment, he thought of taking them off as a silent and invisible protest but felt overwhelmed by her imagined response at finding out. 

I'd get a spanking. 

He quickly abandoned the notion, but consoled himself petulantly:

I could if I really wanted to. 

Instead he reminded himself that usually he really liked wearing them and got back to work. 

Besides, these are one of my favorite pairs. 

The boy had grown to adore his Kitties.  They made him feel cute.

****

He knew this had gone on long enough.  It was time to get some things straightened out. 

Tim felt increasingly angry and resentful of what Michele was doing as he carefully hung Michele and Donna's dresses, blouses, pants and skirts in their respective closets.  He was true to her but she was not likewise true to him.  He was dutifully tending to Her home while for all he knew, she could be out sleeping with his best friend at that very moment. 

He was so angry, he was not paying full attention to what he was doing and almost left one of Donna's blouses hung in Michele's closet!  That would have been a costly error. 

He could see Michele shaking her head sadly and explaining: Honey, now you know how I hate to have to spank you, but it's for your own good.  You need to learn to keep your mind on your chores and to follow simple instructions.  We all have a job to do.  When will you ever learn! she says, arms akimbo and with equal parts sadness and exasperation.  Honestly, Tim!

I'm sorry Michele.  I'll do better, I promise.  Please... 

I'm so sorry too, but you've earned yourself a spanking, young man.  You can beg, but know I've made up my mind.  Like I said, we all have a job to do and what kind of lesson would I be teaching you if I did not do my duty and blew off my responsibilities the way you have?

Merely imagining the conversation inspired fear, arousal and shame.

This conversation had taken place too many times and Tim knew exactly how that would play out and it sent a shiver down his spine. 

Had Michele been privy to his private thoughts, she'd be thrilled to know that she won out even in his internal debates, arguments and confrontations with her.  He was beaten.

His next thought was to consider how much he loved Michele.  He was totally smitten and absolutely loved, loved, loved the feeling of being totally crazy in love with his woman. 

More like, I'm Her boy. 

For a second, he felt smug.  Then he returned to the thought that she was having an affair.  This stoked his fury and he knew that they had to have a talk. 

He also knew that he'd better get on to his next chore and have all Donna's shoes polished before Michele and Donna returned.  He wanted to be ready.  He lifted his apron and used the pink, ruffled edge to pat his perspiring brow.  

A boy's work was never done.

****

Donna dropped off Michele before heading off to the studio.  Tim was still furious and knew just what he was going to say. 

Of course Michele ran things and he was mostly accepting of this and often acknowledged that he took comfort in this fact.  Yet cheating was unacceptable! 

As he hung up his apron, he steeled himself for the confrontation that was to come. 

Who knows, maybe she will agree with me without a fight? 

He was looking forward to this, to setting things right and having it out with Michele.

"Ms...Ms. Michele?" he stammered.  He could feel his courage betraying him as he took her in.  "Can...can we please have a talk?"

"Where is your apron?  Why aren't you wearing it?"

"Oh, I'm sorry Ms.  Please, let me go and put it on."

"You are on duty.  I should not have to speak with you about this."

"I'm...I'm sorry, Ms."

He returned in uniform.

Already, with just the slightest push, he'd lost his footing.  In a soft voice, "Ms. Michele, can we have a talk?"

"Not right now, I think I might take a nap.  Why don't you be a good boy and get to that bathroom."  She patted him on the bottom, "Scoot," and made her way to her bedroom.

Tim reasoned that if he did a really good job on the bathroom, he'd be well positioned to have this little talk he'd been dying to have with Michele.

He absolutely loved when she patted his bottom and gave it an excited and intentionally provocative, he hoped, wiggle as he made his way. 

God, I wish I had a butt like Becky! 

His face turned red and he bit his lower lip as he sashayed.

****

Standing before her, still in his apron (she always complimented him when he wore any one of his many "pretty" and "adorable" aprons), he waited until she would look up from her psychology book."

"Yes?"

"Ms. Michele, I was hoping that we could have that talk now?  Please?"

"Can't you see I'm busy?" as though speaking with an idiot.

"Michele, I know that's not part of your studies...and I really want to talk," he said with a whine.

"Maybe later.  Get busy," she went back to her book.

Tim emitted an audible sigh of impatience as he walked away.

"Careful of your tone," she said brightly, never looking up from her book. 

Not looking up said he was not worth it and he was boring her, but the promise of correction just might lighten her mood and brighten her afternoon.

****

The house was in perfect order, they were alone and Michele's show did not start for a little while.  

"Michele?"

"Yes, baby?"

"I love you so much."

She smiled warmly and kissed him gently and sweetly on the mouth.  Grabbing her boy's balls, she gave them a good, firm squeeze, "You really are my good boy."

"Can we please talk now?"

She regarded him with a pleased smile, "Your cute, little feelings are in a tizzy aren't they?"

"Yes."  

"You've been upset for at least a week now."

"Yes," he agreed.

Reclining on the couch seductively, "Your mean, little girlfriend just isn't paying you enough attention is she?"

He would not agree to anything that characterized Michele in that way.

As though stretching, she turned over languidly, running her hand over her thigh and ass, "I really can be such a Bitch, can't I Timmy?"

He could not speak but as she watched him over her shoulder, she enjoyed watching him grow hard for her.

"The thing is, even though I know you are very upset and your feelings are swirling around inside your pretty, little head...I just don't feel like it." 

She regarded him with her oft seen, closed mouth smile of total satisfaction.  She let that hang for a good five seconds which felt like an eternity to Tim and then she continued.  "But if you ask me nicely, I might let you lick my feet before Pretty Little Liars comes on.  After they are all clean, you can use lotion on my feet and legs while I watch my show.  And if you do a really good job, maybe after the show you will get an even better treat.  See if you can get me in the mood." 

Michele was already in the mood, VERY much in the mood but there was no hurry.  She knew she'd enjoy her show more if she was horny and had Tim working on her feet and legs.

"But it's important," he said pleadingly.

"I know," Michele said in a tone that at once said she recognized his need and summarily dismissed it.  But just for emphasis, "But it's just not very important to me."  She gave him a mock, poor baby expression and then smiled her pleasure.