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.
“Dan’s gone for the weekend,” she whispered.
Dan, my roommate, had gone home for his sister’s birthday. It took me a moment to put two and two together.
“And you think that you’d like me to use this on you, since we have the room to ourselves?”
She bit her lower lip, shiny with the peach lip balm she used obsessively.
“I think so.”
I picked up the crop and began to stroke it. Her blue eyes never left my fingers as I caressed the implement’s shaft. When her eyes had grown as wide as I thought they could go, I stood and held the crop in front of me.
“Okay, then. Stand up, April. Jeans off, panties on, bend over the desk.”
I made sure to put some bite in my voice.
Her cheeks flushed pink almost instantly. Her hands were shaking slightly as she obeyed. She pulled her jeans off, folded them neatly and put them on my desk chair. Then she bent over the desk, hands flat and her ponytail falling forward over her face. She looked beautiful. I stroked her body with the tip of the crop. Very gently, I traced the outline of her waist, the flare of her hips, the backs of her thighs. Her arms were trembling, and the sight only made my cock that much harder. I slid the tip of the crop down the center of her panties, driving the fabric into the cleft of her ass. Her panties were pale pink; they couldn’t have been more perfect.
I bent over her and kissed the back of her neck, causing her to shiver.
“I’ll start easy. How does ten sound?”
She looked over her shoulder at me, adorably chewing her lower lip again, and nodded. I gave her the first strike right on the meat of her ass. She cried out loudly.
“When I ask you a question, April, I expect a verbal answer,” I said softly but sternly.
“Yes, Sir,” she responded, and my cock jumped in my pants.
I followed the first strike with a second quick one. She sighed, and I traced her asscrack with my finger. I nudged the fabric in deeper before I caressed each cheek, knowing I was stroking skin I’d just warmed.
She uttered my name in a most plaintive voice, and I gritted my teeth to steel my resolve because I wanted to fuck her then and there. Instead, I yanked her panties down. I left them banded around her thighs, just under her exposed bottom. I gave her blushing cheeks two sharp blows. She cried out, and when I moved so I could see her face better, I noticed her eyes were glassy. But her lips were parted and her pupils were dilated, and she was breathing hard. She was as turned on as I was.
“Good girl,” I said, kissing her flushed cheek chastely.
I moved back behind her and growled, “Now take them off. Kick them away. And back over the desk you go.”
She once again did as ordered, standing to slide the panties down and off. Her big blue eyes darted my way every so often. I simply smiled at her, tapping the crop against my palm, waiting for her to resume her position.
When she was over the desk once more, I reminded her, “I’ve given you four. Just six more to go.”
The pretty red marks on her ass thrilled me. But instead of hitting her there again, I concentrated on her thighs. I delivered two quick blows to her left leg, and when I saw her grinding her pussy to the desk edge, I did the same on the right. I like symmetry. She was bucking and moaning loudly, and I could only laugh. Who knew? Not me. I hadn’t a clue I could play with April this way. I delivered a single blow evenly across the center of her ass so that both cheeks would sting from my efforts.
Then I said, “Turn around.”
Her body went taut for a moment, and then she turned her face to me. “What?”
“You heard me.”
She blinked. “Wait — you’re not going to . . . ”
“The last will be on your pussy, April.”
“But — ”
“Turn around,” I said again.
She looked unsure but then turned, baring her pretty pussy to me by leaning back on the desk.
“I won’t hurt you. Too much. Just enough,” I assured her since she was brand-new to this sort of play.
I took my time, heightening her anticipation and letting her squirm. Then I gave her one smart tap to the clit. Her head fell back, and she moaned low and long.
“Oh, God,” she said. “Please — ”
That plea was as far as she got because I had surpassed my own patience. I turned her so she was face down on the desk again and moved behind her. I unzipped my pants, tugging them down impatiently. I drove into her on one swift, brutal thrust, and she cried out ecstatically. I fucked her for only a minute before she was coming. She didn’t even have to tease her clit with her fingers the way she normally did.
I wet a finger in my mouth and then pushed it into her asshole. She shuddered, moaning for me once more. I thrust deep and hard with my finger and my cock, and as I got closer to climaxing, I grabbed that ponytail with my free hand and tugged. She climaxed again, her pussy spasming around my shaft.
“God — what you do to me,” I groaned, plunging into her over and over until I couldn’t hold on any more.
I came with a low grunt and a staggering surge of pleasure.
When she was able to stand, I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her.
“Good job,” I said, mouth pressed to her ear.
“Wow,” she said.
I could only laugh.
She looked me in the eye and quite sincerely asked, “Do you think we could . . . use that again?”
I thought of how many times I’d played this scenario out in my head but had thought it unattainable. I kissed her once more.
“Oh, I think we can manage that.”
— Mr. Brody W., Via E-Mail