Ron and Rhianna's First Meeting
by Master Wilde
It is one and a half years since our first encounter and, as I write this, you slumber... This is for you, Rhianna. I have very tender feelings for you at this moment. But then, we've had a pretty impressive ten days. Don't you think? But that is a completely different story.
I had played Rhianna well. Or maybe she had played me. I wondered about that. We had corresponded daily for a couple of months and had often spoken on the telephone. Now here I was on a plane, soon to be with this extremely successful, intelligent woman who had risen through the ranks of her company to become vice-president and I was going to spank her!
I had commanded Rhianna to meet me at the airport with one long-stemmed red rose. I did this for two reasons. First, it would make it easy for me to pick her out of the crowd and, second it was an additional subtle indication of my dominance of her. I would have known Rhianna even without the rose.
I exited the jetway and came to a stop in the center of the terminal building. I relaxed and took a deep breath, then turned directly to look in her eyes. She quickly looked down. I walked up and she thrust the rose at me and said with a teensy bit of tremor in her voice "Here's the rose you told me to bring."
I could tell that she was having a tough time dealing with someone who knew her need to be dominated and even though we had written and spoken often about this first time, she was at a loss. She doesn't remember much about the walk from the gate to the baggage claim. My attempts to draw her out were mostly unsuccessful. She was so wrapped up in dealing with these intense new emotions that she had to focus simply on surviving.
While we stood waiting for my luggage, I decided that it was time to ascertain whether she had followed orders and worn a corset. I hugged her to me. At first she pulled away but then relented when I didn't relent. I ran my hand up and down her waist, feeling the stays of her corset. "Nice" I murmured in her ear. "You were a good little girl." She froze. I don't think she had ever really believed someone would tell her that in person.
Once in the car, Rhianna decided to chatter incessantly. As we pulled out of the airport, I reached down and placed my hand on her upper thigh. I felt her garters through the material of the skirt on her suit. She quickly handed me a rootbeer that she had brought and unwrapped some chocolate. I smiled and thanked her. I think she thought my smile was in response to her effort to ensure my comfort. The real reason was because I was enjoying her discomfort and her attempt to compose herself by becoming a hostess.
I pushed her skirt up and rested my hand at the top of her stocking, feeling the bare, warm skin of her inner thigh. A quick tremor progressed from where I touched her to the top of her head. She was almost out of control and I knew that I had to calm her down. She shared with me much of the history of the lands we traveled. I noticed a sign indicating the outskirts of her hometown and I asked if this was the exit we wanted.
She assured me that it wasn't and as we passed exit after exit I began to wonder if she was dragging things out. I had been fairly certain that the first exit was the correct one due to our discussions regarding where her home was in relation to the city. But, I thought that maybe there was a bypass that would get us home more quickly. When Rhianna pointed out where she worked, I knew that I had been had.
"That's enough fooling around." I said. "We are going straight home... now."
She claimed to have to go to the bathroom and I suggested we stop at the next gas station so that there would be no reason to delay the spanking she was going to receive once we got home. She indicated that there wasn't a good place between where we were and home, so I told her we would proceed directly there and that she could go to the bathroom when we arrived.
She wanted to take me in through the garage but I told her that she must invite me in through the front door. I did not want to be sneaked in and out like a thief. As soon as we entered, she went into the bathroom. I peeked in the kitchen, looked in the bedroom and checked out some of the pictures on the mantel. I debated where to wait for her, quickly discarding the idea that I should be right outside the bathroom door or in the bedroom. I waited beside the couch where she was going to lay across my lap.
I keenly watched her demeanor as she came from the bathroom. She looked around and seemed surprised to see me standing casually, waiting for her in the great room. I don't think she knows how nervous I was that I wouldn't be able to make her first spanking a fantasy fulfilling one. She had dreamed of this for all of her life, and I was honored to fulfill her dream. I wasn't certain that once she really felt the palm of my hand on her bottom that it would match her fantasies.
She attempted to delay the spanking and I stood firm. "Come here." I commanded in a low voice and I used my eyes to provide emphasis. She walked towards me as if in a dream and just before arriving, lost her nerve and attempted to bolt. Her eyes showed her terror and that it was too much. I snared her wrist and pulled her down and over my lap in one fluid motion as I sat on the couch.
"That was pretty good." I thought to myself. "I couldn't have done it better if I had practiced the move!" Rhianna was pretty much a sack of potatoes across my knees. I pulled her legs up on to the couch to position her better. She tried to bury her head under the couch pillows. I gave her about a dozen quick, light swats through her skirt to ascertain that she wasn't going to go berserk. I then decided to get comfortable while I completed the spanking.
I guess that really surprised her. She evidently hadn't crossed her mind that I'd like to be comfortable while administering her punishment. I told her that she had been a bad girl for misdirecting us home and that she really needed this punishment to atone for her misdeeds.
I was in heaven! Here was this woman, who I had come to deeply respect and love over the previous few weeks, laying across my lap. It seemed so unreal! Here she was, submitting to my will and accepting punishment for what I deemed disobedience. It felt right.
I slowly raised her skirt above her waist exposing the soft flesh of her buttocks framed by the garters I had requested she wear. (She knew, by this time, that I was very polite and that any request I might make, she was to treat as a command.) She attempted to stop me but I held her wrist against the small of her back and she no longer had any ability to resist. I lightly touched her bottom wondering how hard I should spank to be effective yet not too hard as to scare her away. I raised my hand and lightly spanked her. Hesitating only once, while I pulled her panties between her cheeks, until her bottom was a light pink.
She lay as if she were a stoic. I couldn't "read" her. She had hardly moved during the spanking. I told her that I could tell that she had responded to my discipline. I think she worried that I would find dampness between her thighs and that then I'd truly know she was a submissive.
She slid limply to the floor but I wouldn't let her remain there. I wanted her to know that she as okay. After all, she had just been punished and I believe that it is very important to provide emotional support following a punishment. I pulled her gently up beside me on the couch and said "Little one, give me a kiss."
She was unable to comply. Her embarrassment as to what she felt, or simply her fear as to know what to do, made her unresponsive. I raised her face by lifting her chin, briefly looked in her eyes, and gently kissed her lips. She shuddered then buried her head on my shoulder and cried.
I held her in this manner for a little while then I requested a tour of the house. Rhianna brightened up immediately becoming the best little hostess. That was something she understood! She could run a business meeting, build a home, negotiate million dollar coups, but she didn't know how to be a punished little girl.
Rhianna had prepared wine, cheese and crackers. She poured two glasses. I toasted us to a very fantasy-fulfilling weekend. She downed hers and poured a second glass which, after nibbling a little on some cheese, she drained. From our conversations I didn't think that she was much of a drinker so I was somewhat dismayed to see it disappear so quickly. We toured her home and came back to the great room. She seemed to be feeling the wine.
As she began to pour another glass, I suggested to her that she had had enough and took the bottle from her hands and set it on the table. I guess that it didn't register as a command to her because she reached for it again. I again returned the bottle to the table and pulled her across my lap. I was going to show her what a real punishment was like.
She seemed surprised and offered no resistance until I began to pull her panties down. While she squirmed and kicked I spanked her little bottom in the manner needed by a spoiled little girl all the while ignoring her exclamations and exhortations. This was a much longer spanking than the first one, and much harsher. As her bottom reddened under my palm, I knew this is what she needed and desired. And I knew it was also what I needed and desired.
Rhianna was good after that spanking. For at least the next five minutes!
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