Free The Pleasure's All Mine: Memoir of a Professional Submissive by Joan Kelly Page B

running his long index fingers from the hollow of my throat out to the tips of each nipple. The jogger had passed us by without incident; whether he’d seen us or not, I’d never know. Goose bumps shivered their way to the surface of my entire body in the warmth of that spring afternoon.
        “Turn around,” he ordered softly. Keeping my hands raised, I swiveled until my back was toward him.
        “Bend over. You may put your arms down now.”
        “Thank you,” I said sincerely. My arms had been starting to ache. I leaned forward with my hands at my sides, and studied the close-up view of the ground in front of me. I’d heard there were wolf spiders in these parts, and was nervous about pitching face-first into a nest of sharp fangs and eight hairy legs.
        Tim stood close behind me, his crotch pressed lightly against the seat of my jeans. I took deep, sometimes shuddering breaths as the pads of his fingers brushed coolness across both of my shoulder blades, thumbs meeting on my spine to guide his palms down the back of my rib cage. His fingertips curled into the waistband of my jeans and gave a slight tug.
        “I’d like you to pull these down so I can further examine you.” I hadn’t shaved recently, as I hadn’t foreseen any nudity in my immediate future.
        “I… feel like… I’m not ready for that today,” I stuttered.
        Tim was quiet for a moment. “That’s fine, but next time I expect you to be ready to do everything I tell you to do. Understood?”
        I nodded, relieved. After allowing me to stand up again and get dressed, he hugged me quickly, but made no mention of when next time might be.
        It happened four days later. I had begun shaving my legs daily in order to be ready for our next meeting. Each afternoon when my classes were done, I made my way into the basement of the computer lab. It wasn’t until the end of the week, Friday afternoon, that Tim’s e-mail came through. He wrote that I had ten minutes to meet him at the edge of the woods, and if I got there after he did, I’d be punished for lateness.
        I headed quickly to the woods. As I got within sight of our little meeting place, I saw Tim already waiting, and anxious confusion set in.
         I know it hasn’t been ten minutes, so I can’t be late. Will he be mad at me anyway?
        He wasn’t smiling as I got closer, but he didn’t look angry either. It was something else.
         Ah, this is a game — he planned to beat me here all along. The idea aroused me.
        He had me walk ahead of him, and although we were on a visible dirt trail, he still gave me directions about where to turn. His voice steered me back into the small clearing from the other day, and again he took a seat on the large log that rested like a bench on the pine needles and scattered leaves.
        “Take off all of your clothes.”
        I stood in front of him, nerves and joy combining inside me to generate a grin that I tried to suppress, fearing it would make me look silly. I removed my clothes as quickly and gracefully as I could.
        “Now. We had an agreement that you wouldn’t keep me waiting. And yet you did. Do you know what that means?” Tim’s eyes teased me when I looked up from my neatly folded pile of clothes.
        “Not exactly.” I hesitated, although I hoped that I did.
        “It means I have to punish you. Do you agree to that?”
        “If… well… yes, okay,” I finished nervously. I couldn’t shake the paranoia that there was something irredeemably wrong in admitting out loud that I was into this stuff, even to someone else who clearly shared my interests.
        “Come over here.” He reached out and pulled me closer by my hips. We faced each other, he on the log, me not much taller even as I stood. His hands closed around my wrists, and I didn’t know if it was my veins or his fingers that thumped a pulse through the surface