Free Laura Meets Jeffrey by Jeffrey Michelson, Laura Bradley

wrong. Being reluctant is over. I reach to the floor for my pants and yank off my belt. I fold it in half the way my father did before he punished me and for the first time in my life I whip a woman. In retrospect, spanking is sometimes spanking and sometimes it’s S&M gateway sex.
    I start light and gain momentum until I know that if she were hitting me I’d be crying. Laura moans in appreciation. Each smack ignites a vocal response that is the opposite of what I expect. She moans with pleasure. She says, “Thank you for hurting me.”
    I’d like to say I didn’t enjoy it as much as I did, but I fucking loved it. Immediately.
    Whatever internal discussion starts in my ethics forum gets shelved in committee. I whip her and I am King of the Universe.
    I look at the welts on her beautiful behind. The leather makes contact hard enough to emboss the intricate bas-relief design of the belt onto her flesh. She never asks me to stop. She just makes deep small noises. I listen closely and only hear pleasure. I am freaked out. I am afraid of really hurting her and decide to stop hitting her.
    I mount her. Molten lava pours through my veins and I breathe fire. For a sex junkie this is the ultimate fix. I am at the edge, about to soar to some new place. I don’t care about the danger or if there is no way back. If this is what she wants, I will do it.
    I fuck her and massage my thumb into her smaller as of yet unused hole. “Yes,” she begs, “yes!” I spread her ass with two fingers and nestle my wet cock head just inside her. Lubricating with my spit I push inside her. Then I plunge inside.
    She falls onto the bed shouting “Oh, my God! Take Me!” The heat of her welts warms my belly. I fuck her through three minutes of her seamless orgasms. It’s time for me. I cannonball my load up into her. I am spent. This would be an okay place to die.
    She is the dirtiest female I ever met. She has no bounds. I am frightened. I am excited. I’m lying there and Pink Floyd is in my head: “Ooooo, I need a dirty woman. Ooooo, I need a dirty girl. Will some woman in this desert land make me feel like a real man?”
    I untie her and without speaking we curl up and fall asleep.
    I wake to hear Laura on the phone apologizing to Liz that she’ll be late for work. For three one-hundredths of a second I can’t figure out why my right hand aches so much. Then I wonder how Laura’s bottom feels. As she speaks to Liz, she’s standing in front of the full-length mirror looking at the black and blue marks on her ass. “Come here,” I call after she hangs up the phone. She obeys.
    I have questions about the belt scene. Did she like it? Did I hurt her? Too much? Enough?
    â€œJeffrey, I need what you do to me. I love it. It doesn’t hurt. It just makes me feel good. Slutty. I like being your slave. I want to come home and be used by you and sleep with you every night. I’m moving out of Mark’s apartment today after work. Please tell me it’s okay and that you want me.”
    â€œOf course I do.”
    The next time she mentions anything about loving being spanked and/or whipped my insecurity rears its ugly head and I ask if it’s different with me than with other guys.
    â€œThere are no other guys.”
    â€œReally? Not now or not ever?
    â€œWell, Mark spanked me a little but that’s as far as it went, nobody else does it to me at work.”
    â€œI’m the first?”
    â€œI guess you are just the right guy at the right time.”
    â€œDid you always want to be whipped?”
    â€œI thought about it a lot. I masturbated thinking about it. I wanted it in a secret way.”
    â€œWhy do you like it?”
    She takes her time to speak, and pauses between her thoughts. “It’s what I need and you are the right man to give it to me. I love it when you hurt me. It doesn’t feel bad. It feels like I’m getting rid