The silence between us was sweeter than honey. It allowed my mind the chance to travel and reflect on what I was really getting myself into. But for my Dom, the silence was a problem.

"So talk."

I just sat there, thinking about life. Although I wasn't where I wanted to be, I had come a long way from where I was. 

I don't know what to say. 

"What are you feeling?" he prodded.

"Still nervous."

"It's gonna get easier as time goes by, but you have to understand that in order for things to get easier, you must realize that you belong to me."

His words traveled through my ears and took up residence in my heart. 

"That means you do as I say. Do you understand?" My Dom looked in my direction. 

"Yes sir."

"Ok. I want you to play with your pussy."

"But I don't want to."

"I didn't ask you what you wanted to do. Unbutton your pants, pull them down to your knees and play 
with your pussy."

I did as I was told. 

My Dom peered at my hand tucked between my closed legs. 

"Spread em."

I parted my legs slowly. 

"You want me to do it?"

"Yes sir," I pouted.

My Dom took his right hand off the wheel, slid it between my thighs, and drove his middle finger inside my wet hole. 

"Ouch," I moaned. 

My Dom massaged his skilled fingers over my swollen nub. Then slid his middle finger back inside my pulsating pussy.

"Are you sure this is what you want?..." he asked. His finger was deep inside my cookie jar. 

"...because once you sign your contract, there's no backing out."

The muscles in my butt tightened as my cheeks clenched tightly together. 

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I glanced at my phone and it was seven minutes after 12 o'clock. 

Damn, I mumbled to myself. I was late checking in. 

"Come on y'all." My dogs came to my feet and we walked back inside. 

I cracked open my laptop, logged on to the internet and began typing my message.

"CHECKING IN SIR"

"YOU'RE LATE."

"SORRY."

"NO EXCUSES."

"YES SIR."

Even though the thought of my Dom's firm hand spanking my butt sent chills up my spine, I looked forward to the moment. 

"BE AT THE PARK AT 1:30."

"YES SIR."

***

Instead of going to the park, I decided to meet my Dom at the library. As I approached the parking lot, I dialed his number and hit 'Send.' 

"Hello," he answered on the third ring. 

The sound of his voice, put a smile on my face. 

"Hey."

"Where are you?"

"I'm at the library."

"I told you to come to the park."

"But I wanted to meet at the library instead."

"I'm on my way."

The call ended. A few minutes later, my Dom pulled up in his truck, stopping a few inches short of where I was standing on the curb. I walked around to the passenger's side of his truck, opened the door, and eased inside. 

My Dom shot me a promising look that reminded me of my impending punishment. The smile on my face was snatched by fear. 

"Where are we going," my Dom questioned. 

"To the post office."

"Where is it?"

"You can turn right here," I whispered to my Dom. His eyes scanned my legs and stopped at my foot. It was tapping the floor

"You ok babygirl?"

"Yes sir."

"You're nervous about your spanking."

"Yes a little bit."

"What about your spanking makes you nervous?"

"Well I don't want to get spanked."

"Who's fault is it that you're getting spanked?

"I don't know."

"You were late checking in this morning and afternoon - 56 minutes to be exact. So who's fault is it that you're getting punished?"

"It's my fault sir."

"Good girl."

"Which street are we turning on?"

"You can make a left right here."

After about 15 minutes of weaving through Atlanta traffic, we pulled up into the parking lot of the post office. 

"Before you come out of the post office, I want you to rethink this relationship and decide if it's right for you."

"Yes sir."

I jumped out of my Dom's truck and walked inside. When I opened the door to my mailbox, it was jam packed with books, letters, and other business correspondence. I shut the door to my P.O. Box and began thumbing through my mail thinking of my Dom's last words. 

Was this the type of relationship I wanted? As much as I wanted to stand there and go through the motions, my mind was already made up. I walked through the doors of the Post Office and got back inside my Dom's truck. 

"So..." My Dom looked at me with one eyebrow raised.

I was still holding an armful of mail. 

"Have you made up your mind?"

"Yes sir. I want to be with you."

"Oook" The tone of my Dom's voice sent an awkward feeling through my body. 

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I woke up from my nap to my dog's wet tongue licking me in my face. 

"Moooove!," I groaned, pushing her head away from mine. 

She jumped down from my bed and brushed her nose up against my other's dog nose. He hopped on my bed, wagging his tale, whining like a baby. 

"Go away!"

My dog leaped off my bed and shook his coat. 

I rolled over onto my stomach, stretched my arms and legs across my bed, and looked up at my dogs. 

"Do you have to go to the bathroom?"

Both of my dogs sat at attention and tilted their heads to the left, then pranced around in circles. 

"C'mon!"

They sprinted to the front door. 

I wiped my eyes and got up from my bed. It was 11:45 in the morning and I still had a whole day ahead of me, including an eventful trip to the post-office. One hell of a journey. 

I slipped on my jeans and coat, grabbed my phone and keys, and leashed my dogs for their morning walk outside. I checked the time on my phone and it read 11:55. I had five minutes left before check-in. 

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Tuesday morning snuck up on me like a thief in the night. I turned over and scrambled looking for my cell phone in my bed. My fingers crawled under my pillow and ran across my phone. I took it in the palm of my hand, then squinted my eyes to check the time. It was 8:59. That was enough to get me out of my bed.

I rushed to the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and began washing my face. I took a look in the mirror and concentrated on the reflection looking back at me. It was a familiar face but I felt like a different woman. I swung my head so my hair could rest on my left shoulder. Then I picked up my toothbrush. Cracking a wide smile, I leaned forward to come closer to the mirror and examined my teeth. I dreamed of my next visit to the dentist.

The tube of toothpaste finally made its way into my left hand. I squeezed a generous amount onto the bristles and drove my toothbrush to the back of my mouth to clean my molars; then I worked my way back to the front. I poured a cup full of listerine and swished it around inside my mouth while I hummed the lyrics to Drunk in Love.

After handling my business in the bathroom, I grabbed my laptop and logged on to check in with my Dom. But he had beat me to it.

"YOU'RE LATE"

"SORRY SIR"

"WHY ARE YOU LATE?"

"I WOKE UP LATE BECAUSE I DIDN'T SET MY ALARM"

"NO EXCUSES. YOU WILL GET PUNISHED."

Erggghh! Could my day get any worse?

I tossed my laptop on my bed, slid between my covers, and drifted off back to sleep.

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He swung around to the back of the parking lot and put his truck in park. The more I dreaded this moment, the more I needed it.

"Now, you know why you're being punished?"

"Yes sir."

"Why?"

"Because I stayed up past my bed time and didnt' study."

"Good girl."

"Now pull your pants and panties down and get on your knees."

I was petrified and didn't move an inch.

My Dom sent me a look that meant business.

So I did as I was told.

Before I could think about the consequences of us getting caught by a police officer, my panties and pants were sitting at my ankles.

"Spread your legs." My Dom took his hand and stroked my inner thighs.

"Now get on your knees."

I did as I was told and pulled my knees up to my chest and positioned myself so I could receive my punishment.

My Dom waved his right hand over my bottom and delivered a hard slap to my bare ass. I exhaled, resting my head gently on my Dom's lap while I waited anxiously for my second lashing.

"Every time you feel my hand hit your ass, I want you to say, 'Please Sir, can I have another one?"

I chuckled. My Dom slapped my ass again.

"The longer it takes for you to say it, the longer your punishment is going to be."

I gave in and followed his command.

"Please Sir, can I have another one?"

Wham! His hand struck my tender bottom for a third time."

My mind went blank. I lost all sense of where I was.

"Wham!" My dom served me another slap. Then came another one. By the time the seventh lashing came, I was screaming for more.

"Please Sir, can I have another one!"

"Good job baby girl." My Dom gave me one last strike to remember.

I straightened my torso and flopped back into his passenger's seat. My panties and pants were still wrapped around my ankles.

My Dom's eyes traveled from my feet all the way up to my trembling thighs.

Pull your pants up.

"Yes sir."

I wiggled in my seat to get my pants and panties back up over my bottom. Then I looked at my phone. It was a quarter past four.

"Come here," My Dom summoned.

I slid over to close the distance between us. My Dom took his arm and wrapped it around me. I felt comforted and a sense of relief knowing that my Dom had pulled me out of my comfort zone and ushered me deeper into submission.

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One of the best parts I love about becoming his submissive is that he truly does care about my well-being and has my best interest at heart. When Monday afternoon rolled around, I received a message from him in my inbox.

WHAT TIME DO YOU LEAVE FOR SCHOOL? I JUST GOT DONE WITH MY TRAINING AND CAN PICK YOU UP AND TAKE YOU.

I looked at the time on my phone. It was 2:30. I messaged him back:

MY BUS LEAVES AT 3:00 SIR.

Normally, I would have to catch two buses and a train to get to class. His giving me a ride to school made my day.

When he pulled up into the parking lot of the library, I was already standing outside waiting. I jumped inside the passenger seat of his truck. He scanned my entire body with his eyes. I returned the favor and greeted him with a hello.

"So where to?" he asked.

I gave him the name of my school with step-by-step directions on how to get there. A calm silence filled the air, but as we approached the main entrance of my school, he broke it.

"What time did you go to bed last night?" My Dom prodded as if he was up to something.

I thought for a split second before giving him an answer. Is this a trick question?  My bed time was 12:00 pm. But since he'd given me a free period over the weekend where I didn't have to adhere to my normal schedule, I didn't see any reason to lie.

"I went to bed at 3:00 a.m."

He shot me a side eye. I cringed and hoped for the best.

"Did you get any studying done?"

"I didn't have any homework?"

He paused and waited for me to correct myself.

"No sir. I didn't have any homework."

"Well you know you're in trouble right?"

I was struck by fear.

"Why am I in trouble?"

"You didn't go to bed at 12 o' clock like you're supposed to and you didn't study."

My Dom's eyes focused on the street signs we were approaching.

"Do I turn here?"

"Can we go somewhere else?" I pleaded. "I don't wanna get punished at my school."

I knew it was coming. If I didn't get it then, it would have been worse later.

"So where do you wanna get your spanking?"

"I don't know sir." My mind went blank. 

My Dom looked over at me and  noticed me twiddling my thumbs.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm scared sir and don't think I should be getting punished."

A viscious look came across his face.

"You're gonna have to learn that when I tell you to do something, it's not for my benefit. It's for you babygirl. I gave you a free period over the weekend to do whatever you wanted to do. That period ended at 12:00 midnight. You were supposed to be in bed. You stayed up til 3 am. What were you doing?'

"I was on facebook sir."

"Doing what?"

"Nothing. Just socializing."

"Who were you talking to?"

"I was just checking my facbook sir."

My Dom switched lanes and pulled his truck into the closest parking lot he could find.

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We were walking, but I felt like I had climbed to the top of a mountain. I was beginning to conquer my fears. Pride swept through my being. Every step I took alongside my Dom in the park felt sacred. He kept me wanting more.

We were knee deep into the woods. There was not a person in sight. My Dom took advantage of our isolation and gave me another command as we made our way down the rugged path.

"Stand up against this tree." He pointed at a pine tree that stood about 80 feet tall. I placed my back up against the tree, after tripping over a few roots protruding from the ground. Finding my balance, I became almost one with the tree.

My Dom took his hands and lifted up my shirt and bra to expose my breasts, then gripped my nipples between his fingers. The way he caressed my breasts in the palms of his hands made my center moist. It was like heaven on earth. My Dom replaced my shirt and bra back to their rightful place then we turned around to head back in the direction we came.

As we made our way back to the  bench where I got my spanking, my Dom caught me off guard and delivered a firm smack to my butt. I screamed. He hit me again. I took my left hand and covered my butt.

"Take your hand down."

I lowered my hand and along came another smack to my bottom.

"Ouch that hurt!"

"Take your hand down," he ordered again.

"But you're gonna hit me."

"Put your hand inside the front of your pants."

"But it feels weird," I whined.

"Do it."

I complied. I felt so awkward.

We finally reached the bench near the entrance of the path and I could see joggers and other park goers passing by on the sidewalk.

Then I heard my Dom's voice.

"Stop."

I did as I was told. Then he came behind me, took his hand, and shoved it into my panties. I squirmed.

"You're gonna do this right here?" I looked up at my Dom as he held me in his arms.

"Yep. Be still."

My Dom's fingers tickled my clitoris as my moans filled the air.

"You like that?"

"Yesss"

My Dom pushed his finger inside of my throbbing pussy, while still holding my body close to his. I crossed my legs and continued to squirm. He held me tighter working his finger deeper inside my treasure box. Before I could reach my climax, his hand was already outside of my panties.

The feeling was supernatural and I enjoyed every minute of it.

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My Dom could sense my hesitation. He reached out and pulled me in towards him and bended me over his knee.

Smack! His hand slapped my bottom. I jumped. Then came another one. I slowly pulled away.

"Come here," my Dom commanded. His voice felt very warm and nurturing.

I came closer and leaned over his knee. His hand came down on my ass a third time. My mind went completely blank as my body grew weak. I slumped down and rested my head on my Dom's chest.

He stroked my neck with his fingers. Then slapped my ass once more.

"Now stand up."

I straightened my spine, fixed my hair, and tucked my hands inside my pockets.

"You ok?"

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes sir."

"Give me a kiss." My Dom stood there looking down into my starry eyes. I wanted to cry, but I hid my emotion with a smile, tilted my head up, and stood on my toes to give my Dom a kiss.

My lips still didn't reach his. "I can't do it. You're too tall."

My Dom reached down and picked me up like I was his little baby girl. I planted a wet kiss on his lips. My Dom held me tight inside his arms while our tongues made love. Then he lowered me down to the ground.

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When Friday came, my stomach was doing flips. But I had built up enough courage to take my punishment like a big girl and was looking forward to seeing my Dom. The thought of us being together made my pussy wet.

I met my Dom at the same spot on the day I received my first spanking. If I say I wasn't nervous, I'd be lying. But my Dom knew the right words to say to take my worries away.

"Where are we going?"

He gave me the freedom to choose where we would hang out.

"Stone Mountain Park," I suggested without hesitation. It's one of my favorite places to go. I love the outdoors.

He nodded and drove us to our destination.

***

Stepping out of his truck, I gazed up at the mountain and took in all of its glory. My Dom and I left the parking lot and treaded toward the entrance of the park.

"How far is it before we reach the mountain?" he wondered.

"Not far." I smiled. The path we took that lead to the mountain was about 200 feet long. We were surrounded by tall naked pine trees and fallen brances on both sides. After about 20 minutes of walking, we had reached the base of the mountain.

I was dressed casually, wearing a pair of blue skinny jeans, some high tops, and a fitted tshirt that I wore underneath my jean jacket. My Dom was dressed like he'd walked straight out of a business meeting, sporting a long-sleeved collared shirt, some dress pants, and a pair of black dress shoes. Not the appropriate attire for walking at the park. So the one mile hike up the mountain was out of the question.

We began walking down a path through the woods that seemed to lead to nowhere. My Dom looked over at me and said, "You're not gonna kill me are you?"

"Kill you? I should be worried about you killing me." Fear seeped into the back of my mind. We took several more steps through the rugged path and my Dom joked, "Oh Jesus, please don't let her kill me."

I burst out laughing at the absurdness of his imagination. I'm 5'9 and no more than a buck forty and he stands at 6'6" and is nearly twice my size, yet he was worried about me taking his life. It tickled me.

We continued our walk and my Dom spotted a wooden bench along the path. He proceeded in the direction of the bench. I tiptoed behind him. My Dom took a seat. The expession he wore on his face looked as if he had found a pot of gold.  I stopped a few feet away.

"Come here," he whispered.

I paused and my heart skipped a beat. Those words sounded all too familiar. I knew it wasn't gonna be good.

"Don't let me tell you again."

I did as I was told.

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Thursday morning came around as if it was promised. It was the day I had agreed to meet up with my Dom. I got up from my bed and went into the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face. Then I checked in as usual.

There was an unread message sitting in my inbox. 

YOU DID NOT UPDATE YOUR BLOG LIKE YOU WERE TOLD. NO EXCUSES. YOU WILL RECEIVE PUNISHMENT.  

Shit! He couldn't be serious. I wrote back:

:( I WAS GONNA DO IT THIS MORNING SIR. I WAS TIRED LAST NIGHT. 

My Dom didn't wanna hear it.

NO EXCUSES. AND DON'T POUT. IT'S YOUR FAULT. 

I pleaded for his mercy:

OK. I CHECKED IN LIKE I'M SUPPOSED TO THIS MORNING. I THOUGHT YOU WOULD CUT ME SOME SLACK SINCE I HAD A LONG DAY YESTERDAY.

The day before was my casting call at Tyler Perry Studios. I had been there all day, so when I got back home, the last thing on my mind was updating my blog. But my Dom wasn't buying my excuse. 

IT'S A LEARNING PROCESS, YES, BUT I AM DONE CUTTING YOU SLACK. AND YOU HAVE YET TO REVIEW THE CONTRACT AND LET ME KNOW YOUR THOUGHTS.

I inhaled slowly and began typing back:

I REVIEWED THE CONTRACT AND IT'S A LOT TO DIGEST. BUT IT SEEMS FAIR AND MUTUALLY BENEFICIAL. READING IT MAKES ME NERVOUS SIR.

I closed my email and began typing in my blog. I needed a break to ease my mind.

***

When the time came around for us to meet that day, I got a message from my Dom.

MEET ME AT THE PARK AT 5:30. DON'T BE LATE.

I was terrified. I wanted to see my Dom but I wasn't looking forward to my punishment. I wrote back:

CAN WE MEET TOMORROW INSTEAD? I'M FEELING SCARED.

He messaged back:

IF YOU WAIT TIL TOMORROW, YOUR PUNISHMENT IS GOING TO BE WORSE.

I thought for a moment to myself before sending my last message. Whether we meet today or tomorrow, I'm still gonna get punished so what difference does it make?

OK SIR

His response sent a shiver up my spine:

OK. WE WILL TAKE CARE OF THAT ON FRIDAY.

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