Bounce Down: 1st Quarter: Start of Play (13 page)

I was surprised he didn’t tip
my chin up like he had often done. I stared up at him and
swallowed, on seeing his irate expression.

“
Were you
late on purpose, and don’t even think about lying to
me?”

How would he
know I was lying?
With my blushing
handicap, I elected not to risk it.

“
Yes.” With
my admission, I felt a bit ashamed of my behaviour.

“
Right!” He
firmly grasped my elbow and steered me across the room.

“
Wait, don’t
you want to know why?”

“
You can tell
me why later. We will deal with this first. For now, it’s enough to
know you were deliberately late and then you lied about
it.”

He continued
towards the stairs as he spoke. Fine! I would tell him why and also
question where ‘
she’
fit into his life.

I was not at all surprised when
we entered the gym and then the training room. Once the light was
on, still maintaining his grip, he took me to the far right corner
of the room. Upon releasing me, I fought the urge to rub the spot
where he had held me.

“
I want you
to strip and leave your clothes in a neat pile on the floor. Then
you are to face the corner, with your hands on your head and your
legs spread. You must stay like that until I give you permission to
move. Also remember whenever I discipline you, you are not to speak
unless I ask you a question and will finish every sentence with
Sir, is that clear?”

This time I hesitated slightly,
before replying. “Yes, Sir.”

If I was being truthful with
myself, I’d have to admit I felt aroused; aroused at his
instructions, aroused at the fact I knew I was going to follow them
to the letter.

He took a step back and with
arms folded stood there, obviously waiting for me to begin.

I reached behind to unzip my
short, sleeveless black dress. I hoped he was enjoying the view,
especially my new matching skimpy bra and panties, red satin with
black trim. I tried not to feel self-conscious as I remembered what
he had told me, my body belonged to him.

I bent down to fold my clothes,
leaving my shoes neatly beside them. As I rose, I saw the bulge in
his black trousers. My eyes reached his and I could clearly see the
lust burning within them. I took one last look at his otherwise
impassive face and turned to face the corner, as ordered.

He stood there for a minute or
two before speaking. “I am going to leave you alone now to think
about what you did, and about the meaning of the words submissive
and control. We can address the chastise words when I return.”

I heard him walk across the
room and shut the door. I was tempted to look around to see if he
had gone, but resisted, just in case he was still in the room
waiting to see if I disobeyed him. I took a deep breath and
released it, as I accepted how all this could have been avoided if
not for my stupid pride.

As the minutes ticked by
agonizingly slowly, I did as he asked. I considered the meaning of
submissive and control and how basically, he wanted me to be
submissive while he was in control.

I was here in
the training room, naked, facing the wall, with my hands on my
head.
Did I want this, this relationship,
this lifestyle? What was the more I was looking for? To be the
girlfriend he didn’t want?

A slight sound, followed by
quiet footsteps, was like music to my ears. I was not sure how much
longer I could have held my position.

“
Turn
around.”

Nervously, I turned and saw him
look down at my breasts, which were displayed to advantage by my
raised arms.

“
You can
lower your arms now.”

Relieved, I brought them down
and clasped my hands in front of me, effectively hiding my
nudity.

He shook his head at my
actions. “Uh-uh, put them by your side.”

Once I had complied, he nodded
slowly. “Have you been thinking about the words?”

“
Yes,
Sir.”

“
Do you think
you acted submissively tonight, when you were late, when you
lied?”

I lowered my eyes as I answered
timidly, “No, Sir.”

“
Look at me!
Do you agree I am in control?” I could not help noticing his
determined expression.

“
Yes,
Sir.”

“
And can
discipline you for disobedience and dishonesty?”

I paused
before answering.
Did I want to give him
carte blanche to discipline me? Was I ready for whatever he had in
mind?

“
Yes…
Sir.”

“
Lie on the
bed.”

I could feel myself trembling
as I moved onto the bed; trembling with apprehension and yes,
excitement. He reached down and lifting my arm by the wrist,
secured it to the nearest handcuff. He then methodically handcuffed
my other limbs.

He sat on the edge of the
mattress and opened one of the bedside cabinet drawers. I gasped
when I saw what he held in his hands. “Do you know what these are
for?”

“
My... my
breasts, Sir,” My eyes were glued to the silver nipple clamps,
joined by a small chain. In the questionnaire I had said maybe to
these but, looking at the tiny clips, I wished I had said
no.

I swallowed hard and once again
regretted my foolish, spiteful actions. I also wished I was not at
such a disadvantage, naked and bound, because I wanted to discuss
why and her.

As he hovered over me, holding
them dangling, I tried to stall the inevitable. “Can I tell you why
now, Sir?”

He leaned back and slapped one
of my breasts, then shook his head slowly. “Did I ask you a
question?”

“
No, I’m
sorry Sir.” Too late, with my breast smarting from the contact, I
realised my error in talking out of turn.

“
Besides, I
don’t really think you’re in a position to discuss your reasons
right now.” His expression was stern and resolute and, for the
first time, I was afraid.

“
I like
things to be symmetrical, balanced. There are two infractions, two
nipples and two clamps.”

My eyes strayed to the latter,
as my body temperature rise. I tried to prepare myself for the
anticipated pain. “Do you remember your safe words?”

“
Yes,
Sir.”

“
And you know
its okay to say any of them, at any time? I will not be angry, do
you understand?”

“
Yes, Sir,” I
whispered. Traffic lights, yellow – wait, slow down, red – stop. I
didn’t think I would be saying green for keep going.

He reached down and pinched a
nipple, pulling it until it enlarged. He opened one of the small
alligator clips and clamped it on the extended nipple.

I took little breaths as I
tried not to think of the pain. It was more concentrated than
anything that had come before.

He immediately repeated the
process, pinching and pulling, followed by the clamping.

“
Aaah!” Tears
welled in my eyes.

“
Breath
through it, you can do it.”

As I watched him through watery
eyes, I questioned how did he know to breathe through it, had he
used them on himself?

“
I am going
to teach you about chastise, one word at a time. Do you remember
the words? The first one is punish. Does it hurt?”

I nodded. I didn’t think I
could open my mouth without crying out.

“
Answer me
when I ask a question!”

“
Yes, Sir,” I
whimpered.

“
It’s
supposed to hurt, that’s why it’s called punishment. This is how I
will discipline you every time you are dishonest, is that
clear?”

I nodded again, and this time a
tear slipped out. “Yes, Sir.”

“
To reinforce
the punishment, I am going to leave you alone now, to give you time
to reflect.”

Without a further word, or a
backward glance, he turned and left, shutting the door behind
him.

I closed my eyes as I
contemplated my predicament. The pain had reduced considerably; all
I could feel was a stinging, tingling sensation and the pressure of
the clamps on my enlarged nipples. As a punishment, after the
initial clamping, it didn’t seem too harsh. But still, in future I
would always try to be honest with Brendon. I only hoped he would
grant me the same concession, especially with regard to the girl in
the photograph.

He returned about five minutes
later. Standing at the side of the bed, he reached over and opened
both clamps simultaneously. I inhaled sharply as the blood flowed
back into my nipples. Far out! The act of removing them felt far
worse than when he had first put them on.

“
I want you
to remember the pain. Next time you lie to me, I will leave them on
for much longer.”

Why didn’t I use a safe word?
Maybe it was because I felt I should be punished for my actions, or
could it be I was trying to show him I was learning to be
submissive?

Before I knew what he was
doing, he was stripping off his clothes.

“
Is this want
you want to see, baby?”

I nodded eagerly, the pain
forgotten. I loved it when he called me baby; it almost made up for
his punishment lesson.

“
Now for the
pleasure.” As he reached for a condom, he promised, “It’s going to
be fast this time, because I don’t want to wait.”

Judging by
his enlarged size, it didn’t look like he
could
wait. After positioning
himself between my legs he quickly entered me, riding me hard. He
leaned over me so his chest was rubbing against mine. I don’t know
if he did it on purpose, knowing my nipples were already sore, but
somehow the pain mingled with the pleasure, which brought me
swiftly to my peak.

His words, “Come with me,”
filtered through my blissful haze. He soon followed with his own
orgasm and I was surprised that it was all over in a matter of
minutes.

This was heaven. I was sitting
with my feet curled up in the corner of the downstairs lounge and
he was lying with his head in my lap. While I had enjoyed a long
luxurious bath alone, he had cooked Spaghetti Bolognese.

Now content, we were discussing
AFL, of all things. He was surprised at my understanding of the
game. I did admit my favourite team was a Victorian club. Without
asking which team, he had laughed it off. “I’ll have to find a way
to change your loyalties.”

Eventually, when there was a
lull in the conversation he stared up at me, serious again. “Now
you can tell me why you were late.”

Great! Even though earlier I
had twice volunteered to explain, I was now reluctant to discuss my
foolish actions. I preferred to forget the whole regrettable
incident. But, of course, Brendon was not about to let it pass.

I continued with the truth. “I
wanted you to wait, like I did last night.”

He sighed and raked his fingers
through his hair, as he sat up and faced me. “I went out last
night. That’s why I didn’t specify a time to contact you.”

I considered this for a moment.
“Why didn’t you just tell me that?”

“
Because it
wasn’t any of your business.”

It was certainly a slap in the
face and put me firmly in my place, exactly what he had intended. I
was tempted to bite back with a comment of my own, but let it go
and moved on to the beautiful girl he was with.

“
And I guess
it’s also none of my business who you were with last
night?”

“
Correct.” He
narrowed his eyes as he studied me. “You know about what happened,
don’t you?”

“
Mandy was
quick to enlighten me this morning.”

“
I bet she
was. This is precisely why I don’t want a girlfriend.”

I remained silent. What was
there to say?

“
And you saw
the photo. I presume it’s also the reason for your lateness. You
were jealous, weren’t you?”

I nodded and bit my lip, to
stop myself from revealing how deep my feelings for him were
becoming.

Brendon cupped my face, trying
to make me understand. “I didn’t go on a date with her, we met up
on the night; it wasn’t planned. But regardless, I never said I
wouldn’t see other women.”

Now it was my turn to shake my
head, effectively releasing his hold on me. “Does this mean I am
free to see other guys?”

I noted his serious expression
and saw I had hit a nerve. “No, it does not.”

I raised one eyebrow, as I
silently questioned what he meant.

“
You can have
as many male friends as you like, as long as you don’t kiss them,
fuck them and everything in-between.”

His tone was almost a growl and
the look he gave me brooked no argument. Well I was not backing
down, not without asking one more pertinent question.

“
And this
also applies to you and your girl friends?”

He broke eye contact, giving me
my answer even before he replied. “No, at this stage I can’t make
that commitment.”

That was a definitive statement
if ever I heard one. I couldn’t believe the amount of jealous rage
boiling inside me. I knew now, I could not bear to share him with
anyone. I attempted to stand but he intercepted me, bringing me
onto his lap.

He looked down at me again.
“What happened to acting submissive?”

In an instant
our
submissive
occasions flashed through my mind – Brendon in his car,
stating he wanted someone who was submissive; Brendon saying I
didn’t know the meaning of the word submissive and having to write
down synonyms, and Brendon earlier tonight saying I didn’t act
submissively.