Written
for the Tea Room September 2015 Underwear Challenge.
Title: Throw Down the Gauntlet, part 1
Author: Tarabeth
Characters: TJ and Katie
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At
breakfast Katie mentioned a friend had tickets available to this evenings
Indigo Girls’ concert. They were amazing
seats, with backstage passes, and only $400 each.
I
said, “No, besides the tickets being way to expensive. Both of us have been running on fumes, and I
just don’t feel we could rebound easily from a Monday night unplanned concert.”
There
was some major pouting.
I
didn’t have a lot of time before I needed to leave for the university, so I
gave her thorough kiss and firm swat telling her the pouting needed to stop,
and hoped she could adjust her attitude.
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At
lunch she called with the fabulous news that the tickets were still available,
and now for a steal of $700 for the pair.
“Babe,”
I said, “I told you ‘No,’ at breakfast.”
“Please….”
Katie whined.
“I’ve
said, ‘No,’ twice. You are not going to be happy if I have to say it again.”
“I’m
sorry. I love you. I’ll see you at home
tonight.”
“Good-bye
sweet girl. I love you too.”
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My
phone rang just as I was getting into my car to come home. “Hi, Babe.” I answered.
“Hi,
last chance on the tickets. We can have
them $500.” She sounded so excited, hoping to sway my decision.
It
had been a long day at work. I was
tired, sore, irritable, and hungry. I
didn’t want to give a Monday spanking.
Monday spankings set the tone for a tough week. They are delivered thoroughly and leave no
inch uncovered. They are intense and
time-consuming with the hope of not having to deliver another spanking during
the week. And all of that said, the
leash is short for the rest of the week, and the odds of at least one more
spanking this week are still about 50%.
I
needed to ensure I was following our rules and also not acting out work
frustrations. “Brat, the line has been
crossed. Take a breath. Look at where you are, decide where you want
to be at the end of the evening and adjust accordingly. I love you.
I’ll see you in half an hour.”
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.
I
opened the front door, set my keys and bag down. I was stopped in my tracks. She had clearly made her decision.
She was issuing an obvious challenge.
Lying
on the floor of the entry hall directly in front of the door mat was a pair of
pink panties. These had not been
accidently dropped here. The panties had
been thrown down. She had decided a days’ worth of frustration
would end on a playful battlefield. It
was a form of play we had devised for situations like this, a challenge to
playfully aggressive sex. The challenge
was a way to work off some energy and frustration that was followed by a hash
out of the activities that lead up to the tense energy. We assumed our roles of Domme and Submissive,
but in this environment we were able to assume roles that could lead to a far
more intense level of play that opened us to a more true and open level of
communication.
She had thrown down the panties.
I
picked them up and could smell her rich aroma on them. I began to look for her, removing my clothes
as I did. I was down to only my
underwear when I reached out bedroom. I
opened the door and found her curled up naked on the bed.
Her
eyes fixed on to me as I slid my underwear down my legs and stepped out of
them.
She
rose off the bed and stood in front of me in all her glory.
I
took my panties and threw them at her feet accepting the sexual challenge she
had issued.
She
smiled and took the hand I held out to her.
“Are you sure you’re ready Girl?”
“Yes,
Ma’am.”
I
reached into the bedside table and came out with a basket containing a
significant sized butt plug, lube, and my hairbrush. I placed her pink panties inside. “Let’s get
started. Go and get a clean towel and
place it over the massage table in the guest room. I’ll be in shortly. I’m going to expect to find you plugged and
bent over the table upon my arrival.
Don’t dally.” I sent her on her way with a solid swat.
I
waited a minute or two before I followed after her…I stopped in the hallway and
watched as she scrunched up her face and inserted a finger in her ass. She turned and flushed red as she saw
me.
“Mmm,”
I said. “keep going.”
She
blushed a deeper shade of red.
“You’re
going to need at least one more finger
in that ass to somewhat comfortably get
that butt plug in.” I informed her with a smile.
“Can’t
you do it please?”
“You
can do it yourself, or I can do it fast and hard and you can keep it in until
tomorrow morning.” I told her.
She
tilted her head to the side thinking, before she asked, “When can I take it out
if I put it in?”
“I
haven’t decided yet.” I told her.
“Teej….I’m
sorry, I meant Ma’am…”
“I’m
going to be ready to begin playing,” I stopped and looked at the clock, “in
about 60 seconds. I expect that butt plug to be in place. You can do it yourself, accept my deal, or be
punished and then have it inserted.”
Making
a face of determination she put her index and middle fingers together and
squatted down onto them. Quickly fucking
herself with them, and then scissoring her fingers as she pulled them from her
anus. Katie picked up the plug and generously coated it with lube. She gave the plug three little pushes before
she released a squeak of pain and fully seated in her ass.
I
walked into the room placed my hand on her back and bent her over the massage
table before I supplied a quick succession of hard swats to her upturned
butt. “You better not have hurt
yourself! Spread your legs.”
I
bent down and spread her cheeks trying to look a bit more closely to make sure
she hadn’t hurt herself. I didn’t see
any blood. I gave a little tug, and
Katie grunted. I continued to slowly
move the plug about listening carefully to her sounds for any sign of
distress. Finding only mere discomfort,
and taking some enjoyment from that, I gave the plug a good yank…leaving it
fully in place, but making sure my girl really felt the weight, pressure and control I had over it and her. .
I
continued to tug on the plug, while I slid two fingers into her cunt quickly
finding her g-spot. I stroked it until
she arched up onto her toes, moaned, and bucked her hips—that was my sign to
stop.
Withdrawing
my fingers, I slapped her hard on the ass, and gave the plug another good
yank. “It will be nice to take that out
later and give you a really good reaming. But first I think we have something
to discuss.”
She
groaned with sexual frustration and apprehension.
“Spread
your legs wider,” I ordered. I kicked
between her legs, spreading them to align with the legs of the short side of
the massage table, fastening her ankles to the table.
“Today’s
activities were not okay, my girl.” I
picked up my hairbrush and applied eight very hard swats to the same spot of
her lower right butt cheek.
She
whimpered at the first few strokes before progressing to yelling, “Fuck!”
I
moved to other side and applied eight identical swats to her lower left
cheek.
There
were a few actual sobs, and then a very articulate, “Fuck you Ma’am!”
Now
while this comment would have been completely unacceptable during a normal
punishment…it was allowed during battle…that doesn’t mean I liked it. I took her pink panties and I shoved them in
her mouth.
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