College Dude Uncovers His Girl’s Latent Submissive Side With The Help Of A Riding Crop

When I walked into my dorm room, April was there, sitting on my bed. Next to her, on the plain blue coverlet, was my riding crop.

“I found this while I was waiting for you,” she said.

Her blonde hair was pulled back into a high ponytail, and her face was bare of makeup. I preferred her that way; the fresh-faced look made her even prettier.

“And?” I asked, sitting beside her.

We’d only been together a few months, and the sex was great. Nothing in her demeanor ever suggested she’d be down for a session with my crop, so I’d kept it tucked away, thinking maybe one day I’d bring it up. Apparently, that day had arrived.