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“Mmmm, that feels so good,” she crooned.
“Close your eyes, I’m going to undress you.”
He heard a heavy sigh, and began to travel his hands across her body, lightly touching, feeling the bra cups holding her gloriously full breasts, then sliding his fingers to her hips, fondled her proud, round seat.
I really want to spank you. I want to lift this dress and spank you as you stand there, just as you are.
Deciding it was time to test the waters, he rested one hand on her backside and brought the other up to circle her waist.
“Tell me, how could your shop do better?” he whispered.
“What?” she breathed.
“Just tell me,” he pressed, squeezing her bottom.
“I fall behind with my book work, tracking orders, that kind of thing,” she admitted, her voice low.
Taking a deep breath, he threw the pitch.
“I could motivate you to do better,” he suggested softly.
“How, and why are we talking about this right now?” she asked, and though her voice was soft, he could sense the frown creasing her brow.
“I could spank your beautiful backside.”
Her reaction was immediate and strong, the negative energy hitting him as he felt her body tense, and dropping his arm from her waist he stepped backwards; at the mere suggestion she had recoiled.
“You’re not serious,” she exclaimed, turning quickly to face him, her voice strained.
“I am,” he replied, feeling his semi-erection shrivel and die. “Some women enjoy being spanked, either romantically or as a kind of motivation, many times both.”
“I’m not one of them,” she said brusquely, standing tall and running her fingers through her hair. “I know there’s this crazy thing going around now, all because of some book, but I’m a strong independent woman and I don’t need a man telling me what to do. I certainly don’t want or need one to smack me around.”
“I would never, ever, smack you around,” he retorted. “I would never hit a woman. Never. I cherish the women in my life.”
“You just said you wanted to spank me. What’s that if it’s not hitting?”
Zander sighed heavily, and dropping his shoulders he moved to his nightstand to turn on the light.
“I’m very sorry if I offended you, or frightened you, or caused you any discomfort. Please accept my apologies.”
“So, that’s it?” she huffed.
“Yes, I’m afraid, that’s it,” he said somberly.
“I don’t understand any of this,” she stammered, her righteous indignation floating around her like an invisible aura.
“I know you don’t and it’s entirely my fault. Again, I’m sorry.”
“Just so I’m clear, if you can’t, uh, do uh, things like that to me, you’re simply not interested?”
“Heather, there’s no way to explain how I feel, it’s impossible, so I won’t even try. Let’s just say we’re not compatible and leave it at that, no hard feelings at all. None.”
She stood, unmoving, staring at him.
“What is it?” he asked.
“Will you answer a question for me?”
“I can try.”
“Is it very common, this, uh, thing? I mean, is it something that’s happening because it’s the flavor of the month, or is it, I don’t know, has it been around a long time.”
“First, let’s call it by it’s name, Dominance and submission,” Zander said slowly. “Second, it’s inherent, it’s not a choice. For people like me it’s very difficult to have a relationship without it.”
“But, why?”
“Why are some men born attracted to other men? They don’t choose their sexual orientation. It’s the same thing. I have been a Dominant for as long as I can remember. It’s not a choice. It’s how I was born.”
“So, you can’t have a normal relationship?”
Zander was losing his patience. He didn’t blame her and he wanted to help her understand, but the last question was a fist in his gut.
“I think it’s time we parted company,” he said soberly, controlling his frustration. “I’ll walk you to the
“Mmmm, that feels so good,” she crooned.
“Close your eyes, I’m going to undress you.”
He heard a heavy sigh, and began to travel his hands across her body, lightly touching, feeling the bra cups holding her gloriously full breasts, then sliding his fingers to her hips, fondled her proud, round seat.
I really want to spank you. I want to lift this dress and spank you as you stand there, just as you are.
Deciding it was time to test the waters, he rested one hand on her backside and brought the other up to circle her waist.
“Tell me, how could your shop do better?” he whispered.
“What?” she breathed.
“Just tell me,” he pressed, squeezing her bottom.
“I fall behind with my book work, tracking orders, that kind of thing,” she admitted, her voice low.
Taking a deep breath, he threw the pitch.
“I could motivate you to do better,” he suggested softly.
“How, and why are we talking about this right now?” she asked, and though her voice was soft, he could sense the frown creasing her brow.
“I could spank your beautiful backside.”
Her reaction was immediate and strong, the negative energy hitting him as he felt her body tense, and dropping his arm from her waist he stepped backwards; at the mere suggestion she had recoiled.
“You’re not serious,” she exclaimed, turning quickly to face him, her voice strained.
“I am,” he replied, feeling his semi-erection shrivel and die. “Some women enjoy being spanked, either romantically or as a kind of motivation, many times both.”
“I’m not one of them,” she said brusquely, standing tall and running her fingers through her hair. “I know there’s this crazy thing going around now, all because of some book, but I’m a strong independent woman and I don’t need a man telling me what to do. I certainly don’t want or need one to smack me around.”
“I would never, ever, smack you around,” he retorted. “I would never hit a woman. Never. I cherish the women in my life.”
“You just said you wanted to spank me. What’s that if it’s not hitting?”
Zander sighed heavily, and dropping his shoulders he moved to his nightstand to turn on the light.
“I’m very sorry if I offended you, or frightened you, or caused you any discomfort. Please accept my apologies.”
“So, that’s it?” she huffed.
“Yes, I’m afraid, that’s it,” he said somberly.
“I don’t understand any of this,” she stammered, her righteous indignation floating around her like an invisible aura.
“I know you don’t and it’s entirely my fault. Again, I’m sorry.”
“Just so I’m clear, if you can’t, uh, do uh, things like that to me, you’re simply not interested?”
“Heather, there’s no way to explain how I feel, it’s impossible, so I won’t even try. Let’s just say we’re not compatible and leave it at that, no hard feelings at all. None.”
She stood, unmoving, staring at him.
“What is it?” he asked.
“Will you answer a question for me?”
“I can try.”
“Is it very common, this, uh, thing? I mean, is it something that’s happening because it’s the flavor of the month, or is it, I don’t know, has it been around a long time.”
“First, let’s call it by it’s name, Dominance and submission,” Zander said slowly. “Second, it’s inherent, it’s not a choice. For people like me it’s very difficult to have a relationship without it.”
“But, why?”
“Why are some men born attracted to other men? They don’t choose their sexual orientation. It’s the same thing. I have been a Dominant for as long as I can remember. It’s not a choice. It’s how I was born.”
“So, you can’t have a normal relationship?”
Zander was losing his patience. He didn’t blame her and he wanted to help her understand, but the last question was a fist in his gut.
“I think it’s time we parted company,” he said soberly, controlling his frustration. “I’ll walk you to the
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