Petra Solano was nervous. Well, maybe nervous was underselling the present state she was in, given that the maid had to hit the button to the top floor penthouse for her, due to the violent shaking of her hands. As the elevator rose, she tried taking deep breaths to calm her intensifying nausea, not that it did her any good earlier -already having lost lunch today, but her stomach continued to churn.
The elevator felt overheated and she unsteady; having to wipe her clammy hands on her shorts more than once before leaning against the side railing for support. As the doors opened, and she stepped off the lift, shakily making her way to her room down the hall, she finally admitted to herself: This was fear, and Petra had never been this afraid in her life. Today she was giving up control.
Petra grew up living in trepidation due to a lot of volatile and unpredictable external life forces: her mom, practically every lover (Milos, Roman, Lachlan), even her own twin sister; but the one thing she did have control over was herself. Developing an impenetrable and impeccable sense of self control was a defense mechanism growing up, but even presently it was a shield in which she weilded her power.
Being in charge of every detail in her life now, gave her a sense of protection, of self assurance, of safety; and the thought of giving that up was anxiety inducing. Giving up control made her uneasy, but it was the fact that, for the first time in her life, she had someone she wanted to give it up to, that frightened her the most. Sure, she'd been submissive in bed before, but that was mostly just letting the other party do the work; she never felt a loss of emotional control. With her hand on the door handle, Petra concluded that this, this was different. This was voluntarily being laid bare, and wanting it.
JR could discern the apprehension coming off Petra in waves as soon as she walked in the door. She immediately pulled Petra in her arms, looked into her eyes concerningly, and asked, "Are you sure you want to do this?". Hands still trembling, Petra smiled softly, pushing a strand of hair out of JR's face and kissing that adorablly furrowed concern crease on her forhead before replying,"Yes, babe".
Petra was frightened, but she was also exhilarated. She'd never wanted to share an experience with another person more. JR had been with her every step of the way during this process. They had spent a few weeks diving into every subject; from fear, boundaries, pleasure, pain, limits, to safe words. The only thing they didn't do together was shop online for tools together. Petra wanted to grant JR sole control over wielding the power of that choice.
JR took Petra's hand and slowly led her to the bedroom, where said tools were laid out carefully in a uniformed row on the bed. JR knew this was a big step for Petra, and wanted to assuage some fear by allowing time for her to be able to introduce herself to them in a non-heightened environment. She came behind the blonde, cuddling her from behind, nuzzling her neck softly, sliding her arms down her arms before introducing the first tool of the night: her hands.
Petra let out an awkwardly high-pitched giggle; intertwining her fingers in JR's, bringing her hands to her lips and kissing the inside of each palm. "I like these very much", petra said in obvious relief. Next, together, they went through the remaining four implements; which in true Petra form, she gave purposefully quaintly neutering nicknames to:
1) The Velcro Paddle ball Set: shorthead wood and leather handleless paddle
2) The Oversized Spatula: broad-based rubber paddle
3) The Car Washer brush: slim-handled black leather flogger
4) The Giddyup: wide-based leather riding crop
Noticing a slight overcompensation and nervous laughter with each new tool introduction, JR helped Petra's trembling hands put down the riding crop, and assured her that the first 2 would be more than enough for a first time. JR peeled herself from supporting Petra's back, to turn her around, tenderly hold her hands, and ask a two-part question, after taking a deep breath: "Are you sure? And do you remember the safe-word?"
After one last deep breath, Petra responded confidently, "Yes, and Dirty Dancing"
JR smiled and kissed her lightly, "okay".
JR walked across the room to sit on the edge of the bed before telling Petra simply and firmly, "Undress"
As Petra began to head towards the bathroom, JR's voice stopped her in her tracks. "Here!" she snapped sharply, the wintry detachedness of her tone sending chills down Petra's spine.
"You do what I say, when I say, only when I say, and this will go smoothly. Do you understand?" she asked bitingly
"Yes" Petra responded timidly, assured she never wanted to disappoint this woman.
"Now come here, and undress" JR finished a little more warmly.
Petra hurried around the bed and began to strip. Taking off her clothes while JR sat crossed legged on the edge of the bed, in full business suit and high heels, was way more arousing than Petra thought it could be. Watching JR's eyes locked to her hands like magnets, as she unbuttoned every single button of her silky white blouse, swallowing every inch of her unabashedly, stoked a fire in the pit of Petra's core. JR noticed the affect her stare was having on Petra, face and chest a blushed pink, and ordered her to look at the ground while she removed the remainder of her clothes.
It was of little use, Petra found standing bare-naked in front of a fully dressed JR inextinguishably arousing, whether she could see her or not. JR pulled Petra to her, running her hands down the blonde's lower abdomen and around her buttocks, the warmth of her hands sending small shocks of electricity through Petra. After a moment, she simply patted her now uncrossed legs and told Petra to lie across her lap. Petra obeyed. With face and upper torso on the bed, Petra's hips stretched perpendicular across JR's lap, allowing her legs to freely fall across JR's legs on the other side.
JR trailed her fingers softly down Petra's back, leaving goosebumps in her wake, as she made her way to her ass. Noticing the blonde stiffen in anticipation and apprehension, JR comforted the blonde by ensuring her this warm-up time was all about pleasure. She began by slowly rubbing Petra's left cheek in a circular pattern, leisurely but deliberately, producing a breathless moan of relief and pleasure from Petra. As JR eventually moved to thoroughly kneading the right cheek, increasing blood flow to the blonde's whole pelvic region, Petra shifted, trying to bring her clit in contact with JR's leg. She immediately stopped, fearing that she had moved without permission. JR brought her hand to her head, delicately stroked her scalp and soft blonde curls, and ameliorated her fears,
"Its okay baby, make yourself feel good"
With that, Petra's whole body relaxed and she began grinding in earnest while JR finished her massage; rotating her hips on JR's leg, letting out a little purr of satisfaction everytime she got just the right amount of friction. After satisfied that Petra's glutes where fully relaxed and tension-free, and observing that Petra had left quite an impressive wet stain on her slacks, JR felt they were ready to start. She began by giving Petra 4 only mildly forceful playful opened-hand slaps on the right cheek, and 4 more cupped-hand ones on the left cheek, asking which technique she preferred more. Petra smiled, butt playfully wiggling in the air after each set, admitting that she liked both equally. JR warned her that the rest of the spankings were going to be full force, but if she followed directions there would only be 3 sets of 10. Petra stilled in JR's lap, a bit more sobered by the impending pain, but she felt like 30 was very manageable.
"Count each set aloud" JR ordered sternly, readying Petra for the start of the session.
The first was a fingers spread, opened-hand, smack landing full force on Petra's left cheek, causing her to grunt in surprise and clutch the bed sheets. The second landed 2 seconds later in the same spot. The next 3 followed similar suit, transmitting a sting from the top of her left buttocks, through her pelvis, to her clit, with each slap making her hump JR's leg, as she instinctively attempted to shift her ass away from the insult. Petra was able to catch her breath for 10 seconds before JR started on the right cheek, this time with a cupped-hand inflicting a much thuddier blow.
The 5 strikes landed in the same location, at similar intervals, giving Petra little time to relax, but a predictable rhythm to count outloud and enjoy. JR admired her handiwork as she let Petra relax briefly in between sets; seeing two suitably pink handprints on both cheeks. JR slid her fingers down the crevice of the blonde's ass before reaching her moist slit. JR played with the Petra's slippery lower lips, while Petra whimpered and grinded on her leg. After a few minutes of getting Petra right on the edge and watching her squirm her cute ass in pleasure, JR stopped to start the next round, forcing Petra to let out a long dissatisfied groan.
The next set was done with both paddles; the handleless leather was used on the right cheek while the rubber paddle was used on the left. Each tool packed a much more intense impact than a hand, requiring JR to monitor Petra's reaction very carefully. Petra hissed loudly with each strike, biting the covers every other hit to prevent herself from screaming. JR gave Petra a 5 second break between each attempt, to catch her breath, but she was unable, breathing haggardly after screaming out the count number. What became very evident, as it ran down Petra's inner thigh, and began dripping on the floor between JR's legs, was Petra's enjoyment of the spanking. JR gave Petra's ass a little longer breather and her pussy a little more extended attention after the set. She shifted Petra down her lap a little, opening the blonde's legs, spreading her lips, and rubbed her clit intently. Petra humped mindlessly, trying simultaneously to catch her breath and get her release. JR stopped after just a bit to prep for the final set, telling Petra to focus.
Petra was able to regain some composure before the final round started, but unlike the other sets, there seemed to be no rhyme or reason to JR's choices this time. The first smack landed bare-handed on her right cheek, followed immediately by an intense leathered paddle strike on the left; then 10 whole seconds passed with nothing before 3 successive rubber impacts of varying severity on her left upper thigh, right ass cheek, and right inner thigh. The sporadic unpredictability of it and intensity made Petra lightheaded, her heart race, and heat sear through her core. The next 2 were leather-paddled strikes to her left inner thigh, the second the hardest one yet, making Petra scream.
Petra lost her count and her self-control in a blinding mixture of pleasure and pain, bucking wildly; but there seemed to be at least two more feather-soft ones on each cheek with the rubber paddle before a long pause. After 20 seconds of nothing, Petra began to finally relax in attempt to clear the haze of unremitting arousal when one last, hard bare-handed strike landed on her vulva, middle finger glancing her clit. Petra bellowed and instantly convulsed in unexpected release. JR immediately cupped her mound softly, and stroked her hair, as the blonde continued to shake in aftershocks.
After a few minutes, with Petra still trembling, JR gathered her up in her arms and laid her delicately on the bed, as she left the room momentarily. She returned with two large ice packs and a few free ice cubes. JR placed soft, tender, ice-cooled kisses on every inch of the sensitive, over-heated red flesh. Several minutes later, after finally securing the ice packs in place, JR slid under Petra, allowing the blonde's head to rest on her chest. She kissed her forehead as she murmured thanks, and let her nap.