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Chapter 10
In all my life, I don't think I've ever slept as soundly as I did the first night nuzzled against Jon. When I woke, for the first few seconds of bleariness, I was sure it had all been a dream. Then I realized that the warmth I felt spooned against my back was not from the blankets, but from Jon.
I didn't want to move for fear of ruining that "perfect" moment. I lay as still as I could, watching the dust particles swirl in the air as the morning sun rose in the sky, its rays slipping into the room through the partially drawn curtains. Jon groaned in his sleep, pulling me closer against his body. I could feel his warm breath against the top of my head, the hardness of his erection against my rear as he held me tight.
It was the sort of moment I had only fantasized about in the past. My prior experiences were limited to boys my own age- boys who were more interested in quick meaningless sex without any intimacy. Goosebumps appeared on my skin as I shivered, thinking about all of the possibilities for the future. Sure, we knew each other as friends, and both were interested in exploring D/s together, but could we be more? Would it work?
“Are you cold?” Jon’s gentle voice jolted me from my reverie as he rolled over onto his back.
“No. Why?” I asked, rolling over, my leg draping over his as my head came to rest against his shoulder.
“You shivered.”
“Oh. Yeah, I did. I was… thinking.” My cheeks burned slightly with embarrassment. I wasn’t ready to share all of the budding feelings and hopes that had been flying through my mind.
Thankfully, Jon didn’t ask what I had been thinking about, he simply stroked my hair and kissed my forehead, “Well I’m thinking that I have to use the bathroom.”
My eyes studied Jon as he threw back the covers and rose from bed. I’d admired his body many a time in secret but now I was free to openly ogle him. When he’d left the room, I pulled the blankets back up, nuzzling down into their warmth. My mind quickly relapsed into brief flashes of fantasy and desire.
As I lay in bed, my hand slowly slid down the length of my stomach as it did most mornings. Deftly slipping beneath my panties, the fingers found their target. I was half surprised to feel how wet the soft folds of flesh already were. The tips of my fingers pressed deeper as I starting rubbing, imaging it was Jon teasing me. I had barely begun to tease but my muscles were starting to tense, and I could feel the warm tingle spread up my groin. I had forgotten that I was in his bed; all I could think of was how intense my need for release was.
"Go take your shower and I'll put the tea kettle on." Jon smiled at me from the door way as I jumped and guiltily looked over at him, quickly whipping my hand out from beneath my panties. I untangled my legs from the blankets, and slowly put my feet on the floor. I had been so close to an orgasm that my legs felt rubbery like jelly. Once standing, I blushed and realized how naked I felt in my skimpy nightwear. The night before I had barely given a thought to it; but now with Jon staring at me, my arms crossed in embarrassment as I walked across the room. Instead of moving out of the way when I reached the doorway, he held out his arms and enveloped me into a warm hug. I squirmed a bit, unfolding my arms just enough so that my hands rested on his chest.
As he held me, Jon’s hand leisurely rubbed the small of my back. My sighs of pleasure were abruptly halted with a yelp as he suddenly slapped my ass. When he resumed rubbing as though nothing had happened, my eyes slowly traveled upwards, meeting his for the first time since he’d caught me masturbating. My teeth sunk into my lower lip as his eyes bore down into me, and I felt a small tremor of fear. Was he angry that I had been playing with myself?
I was like a deer caught in the headlights as my eyes followed his. So intense was his gaze that I felt like I would melt. The moment I looked away he quickly slapped my other cheek. My eyes connected with his once more and he commenced rubbing my back as I did so. Even though I had not averted my eyes, Jon rapidly slapped one, then the other cheek and grinned at me, “It’s irresistible, watching the reactions of your face when I slap your rear. What are you thinking?”
“I’m not sure what to think. I’m aroused. I like how the slaps sting and then feel warm and tingly. The rubbing is nice- comforting. But…” My voice trailed off.
“But, what?” Jon slapped my ass again.
“Meep!” I jumped, even though I had been expecting that slap.
“Meep is not an answer. But, what?”
“I-I’m ashamed. Are you spanking me because I was playing with myself? Are you mad at me?”
Jon’s hand stopped rubbing my back and cupped my cheek, tenderly stroking it with his thumb, “No Shannon, I would never hit you because I am angry. That’s abuse and it will never happen. Understand?”
A smile broke across my face as I nodded, “I understand. Why then?”
Jon grinned back, “Because I can and want to.”
Peals of giggles erupted from me as my head shook back and forth. Jon slapped my ass lighter and playfully this time, as he hugged me tight. My arms wrapped around him as I continued to giggle into his chest. His grip tightened and he suddenly picked me up, twirling around as we laughed. When my feet were finally on the floor again and the laughter had subsided, I beamed up at him, “I think I had better go get my shower now.”
Jon nodded and released me from his hug, patting my on the rear as I started to leave the room, “Oh, and Shannon?”
“Yes?”
“From now on, you are not allowed to masturbate, much less orgasm, without my permission.”
My eyes grew wide as my face flushed red and I ran towards my own room to grab my towel.
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