This is what it meant to be truly submissive.
This is what he truly wanted; her gift of submission. And what she hadn’t understood until this very moment is that the gift was a two-way street.
Gracefully Tina stepped out of her pants. There would be pain, and she would not like it—but she also wouldn’t completely hate it. She draped her long, sinewy body over his lap and wondered if she would ever give this gift to anyone else. Probably, but only if they were strong enough to take it and smart enough not to force it.
“How many, Emoboy?” She asked in a voice full of acceptance.
“Fifteen.” It was a good number, she thought; just enough to possibly cause her to cry…unless he held back. The first crack of his palm came across her panty clad ass. He didn’t hold back and deep down she was happy. He would have disappointed her if he had.
Melissa was trembling. She thought she might get sick. Spank her? Would she even be able to place her body over Emoboy’s legs? No one had ever hit her, not even her Mom and Dad. They did not believe in spankings and she had been a trouble free child that didn’t require them. But with each strike of Emoboy’s hand and each responsive yelp from Tina, Melissa felt more and more like leaving…it’s just that she couldn’t.
Peter flinched each time he heard Tina cry out. For some reason he thought about Todd and his dick twitched. Why would he react like that? Todd had forced him to…Peter frowned. It was so confusing. Did he like Todd because he had forced him? He didn’t hurt him, he didn’t even threaten him, he just…
When Tina finally cried out fifteen, she allowed her body to relax against his legs and she closed her eyes.
“Thank you.” She murmured. She had never thanked him before and he had never requested it. She felt his hand on her chin and she opened her eyes and looked at him. Something passed between them, he saw her full acceptance and she saw his secret desire. Blair, his girlfriend back home, was someone that Tina would never be able to replace. She was his dom and he had willingly given himself to her!
She sat up and curled herself into his awaiting arms. And that was just fine, as long as she could have this part of him.
Even though Peter had turned to face the door, when the beating was over he couldn’t help but to watch as Emoboy and Tina cuddled and talked quietly to each other. It was their own personal conversation, not meant to be shared but they didn’t so much as whisper to each other as they just tuned everyone else out. When she finally stood, she pulled on her jeans and Emoboy excused them to walk her to the bathroom.
When they were alone Peter and Melissa turned to each other quickly.
“Are you going to let him spank you?” Melissa asked in a rush.
“I don’t know…I guess.” Peter said in confusion.
Melissa had a look of misery on her face.
When Emoboy and Tina returned it was apparent that she had washed her face and her composure had returned. Emoboy did not return to his seat but he turned his eyes to Melissa.
“Melissa, you didn’t complete the third problem-”
“I didn’t have time,” she interrupted, trying to explain.
“Are you ready for your punishment?” She came to her feet reluctantly and nodded once.
“Remove your clothes; all of them except underwear.
Melissa’s face burned in shame. All of them, he had said, not just her bottoms. She slowly placed her hands on the button of her jeans. If she removed her jeans then her belly would flop over and hide her pelvis anyways…but everyone would see it do that.
Tears pricked her eyes as she stared at the blurring floor. “Apple.” She muttered.
No one spoke, no one moved. Melissa’s eyes finally flitted up to meet the Emoboy’s. He watched her without reaction.
“Since you used your safe word Melissa, you may sit down.” He watched her while she took her seat and then he turned his attention to Peter.
“You didn’t complete the third question. Are you ready for your punishment?”
Peter nodded. “Yes.”
Emoboy walked to his wardrobe and retrieved a medium sized paper sack. From it he handed Peter a brand new set of wrist sweat bands that still had price tags.
“Put these on.” Peter accepted them after giving Emoboy a curious look. He pulled them over his wrist.
“Remove your shoes and socks.” Melissa and Tina watched on curiously. And Peter wondered what the hell was going on. He crouched down and did as he was requested. Emoboy withdrew another pair of wristbands and instructed Peter to place them around his ankles and suddenly Peter suddenly had an inkling of what Emoboy was up to. It was confirmed when he withdrew the last thing from the bag; a brand new rope.
He crouched down in front of the now visibly nervous boy and began to securely wrap Peter’s ankles, repeatedly checking for snugness while asking if the bindings were too tight. Peter just shook his head. He was told to sit on the floor and Emoboy quickly tied each wrist to his ankles forcing Peter to place his head at knee level. He tested the knots again and then met Peter’s eyes.
“Safe word?” He asked. Peter shook his head. Emoboy got up and retrieved one last thing from his wardrobe. A ballgag. He forced it into Peter’s mouth even though he turned his head. Once it was buckled into place Emoboy stood and scooped the smaller boy up fairly easily into his arms. He deposited him into the corner and then using his foot he pushed Peter onto his back where he rocked like an upside down turtle.
Emoboy watched him. “Stay like that. Don’t roll on your side. In a few minutes your legs are going to cramp, you’ll want to roll over. But don’t.” Emoboy gave him a stern look. “Say yes.”
“Yes,” Peter managed from behind his gag.
“Good, boy.” He responded, before turning away from him. “Melissa, Tina, bring your chairs to my desk, we’re going to go over the quiz.” Melissa was surprised that he included her. She thought for sure that he would ask her to collect her things and leave since she’d used the safe word. They quickly hurried to his desk and Melissa glanced at Peter who, although blushed furiously, did not seem to be adversely effected by his punishment.
At first Peter thought that it would be a breeze. He crossed his ankles and gripped them in his fist. But after ten minutes his muscles began to quiver and even though he had the wrist bands, the rope began to pull against his flesh. Soon it was a matter of having to grip his ankles or risk the ropes bruising them. A few more moments later and his back, shoulder and necks ached and sweat began to bead on his forehead. After half an hour, Peter decided that he would have much rather gotten spanked.
While Melissa and Tina studied their next assignment, Emoboy got up and stood over Peter. He crouched suddenly and began to undo the bindings. When Peter’s hands were free, he moved to rub them but Emoboy pushed his hand away and removed the wrist bands. The skin was purple and Emoboy rubbed the bruises gently. Peter watched, his expression curiously as Emoboy concentrated on his task.
After rubbing his wrist, Emoboy removed the bindings from Peter’s ankles and rubbed those as well. When he was satisfied he stood and gave Peter a hand up. Peter reached for his hand and Emoboy pulled him to his feet.
“Sit in the chair, I want to rub your shoulders.”
“What?” Peter said.
“You heard me.” Emoboy smirked.
He did as instructed and Daniel began to rub the knots from his sore shoulders. It felt wonderful. “Did…” but he stopped before asking the question.
“What?” Emoboy asked as his fingers gently kneaded the smaller boy’s muscles.
“Did anyone ever hogtie you before?”
“No. Why?”
“Because…you seemed to know how it would feel.”
“Ahh, that’s because I tied myself; as a test. I didn’t want to injure you.”
“So…this is the punishment designed especially for me?”
“Yes.” Peter looked at him curiously. Emoboy smiled. “Not everyone needs the same punishment.” Daniel had thought
that someone should have spanked Tina long ago and so he had. And as for Peter, who seemed so full of control, he knew that he would not like to be bound and gagged and then ignored. Emoboy glanced at Melissa who was watching them curiously. She quickly averted her eyes.
He gave them each their assignments and told them he’d see them Wednesday. As Peter and Tina left Melissa hung back.
“Um…Daniel.”
“Yes?”
“I wanted to explain-”
“No. Leave.” He interrupted. She turned bright red and headed for the door. Her hand lingered on the knob and then still staring at the floor she turned back and faced him.
She dropped her bag onto the floor and then swept off her shirt. She couldn’t even meet Daniel’s eyes as she unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down her heavy thighs. She ungracefully pulled them off her feet and then she was standing in front of him wearing purple and black checkered converse hightops, white athletic socks with red ribbing, white granny panties that wouldn’t even stretch over her belly so that they rolled down below it. She wore a huge white bra that held her breasts but offered no aesthetic value. Her pale white skin was mottled with bright red scars from her various stretch marks, and of course, the slight flush of her shame.
There wasn’t any sound or movement and she finally dragged her eyes up to meet Daniel’s. He watched her face so closely that she could see his one visible green eye flicking back and forth as they moved from one of her eyes to the other.
“It…it might not mean as much since the others aren’t here to see-”
“It means everything.” She blinked and watched him watch her. “Your punishment is between us and us alone. Now turn around so I can see you.”
Reluctantly she turned knowing that he could see the folds of her flesh overlapping her bra. She had never allowed anyone to see her this close to naked, especially not a boy. She would have never allowed any boy to look at her…not before Daniel that is.
“Melissa, turn around. Look at me. Do you want to take off the rest of your clothes?” She crossed her arms, shielding her big bra. “Lower your arms. It would please me if you would; be naked for me.”
She tried to see what lay behind his eyes; a lie or the truth.
Breathing too hard she reached behind herself and undid her bra. Her breasts flopped down to rest on the top of her belly. And then she quickly swept off the panties. She placed her hands at her sides and stared at him thinking; there has never been anything but this moment. I will either die or be set free…
She saw that his eyes were very bright and a red flush had crept up his neck to settle in his cheeks. Emoboy’s mouth parted and she thought he would say something but then his eyes fluttered and he groaned and his body shuddered.
“Melissa!” He cried out suddenly before stumbling to a crouching position and groaning out her name again repeatedly as he panted.
Oh my god. Melissa felt weak. He’d just orgasmed. And at the sight of her?! But…
After a few moments, Daniel stood up on jittery legs and wouldn’t look at her. He was shaking his head. “Melissa…I’m sorry. I didn’t—I wasn’t…that wasn’t my intent.”
She was the one trembling now. He quickly stripped out of his soiled pants and she could see that his cheeks were flaming.
“I don’t…understand.” She whispered.
He risked a shamefaced glance. “Please get dressed.”
She did, but not before allowing her eyes to rest on his beautiful penis. It glistened from his…from what he had done and was still semi erect. She watched him quickly slip on fresh boxers and then locate another pair of jeans.
When they were both dressed again Daniel shoved his hands into his pockets and looked at her. At least his cheeks weren’t as red but she could see that he was still embarrassed.
“Melissa, yours…was the sweetest gift,” She cocked her head at him. “Because it was the hardest for you to give. I mean,” He blushed again. “I know how hard it was for you to do that. You didn’t have to. But you came back and you gave me your gift.”
“Gift?” She asked, honestly confused.
“When you accept my punishment, you’re giving me your submission; You relinquish your control and you give it to me. ME; Daniel. I’m honored by that.”
A rush of air escaped her lungs. “I thought…” He waited.
She bravely met his curious look. “I thought it meant that you…liked me.”
Daniel swept his hair behind his ear until both eyes were looking at her. “I’m going to give you an assignment. If you don’t complete it, then you will be punished. There is no due date. But you’re going to complete it because I told you to. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Emoboy.”
“Good. I want you to discover what I already know about you.”
She waited for him to explain further but he didn’t. “What is that?”
“That you have more to give someone than just a thin body and California beach bunny good looks.” He looked away. “This…this is the closest I’ve ever come to cheating on my girlfriend.” He met her eyes again. “Yours is the first name that I’ve ever called out besides hers.” He blushed and looked away once more. “Attraction comes in so many different forms. Just…go out and figure that out for yourself.”
When he didn’t say anything else, Melissa headed out the door. But as she left the room he said something that caused her to pause before she disappeared down the corridor. “My girlfriend is almost as big as you.”
~***~
On Monday, Peter was so preoccupied with thoughts of being hogtied over the weekend and half turned on while half turned off over the idea of it, that he didn’t even notice Todd. But then he felt the larger guy’s arm on his shoulder.
“Where you going Petey-O?” He almost jumped straight out of his skin.
“Leave me alone, Todd.” He said while trying to turn away. Todd gripped his upper arm, not enough to be painful but enough to keep him in place. He bent down and whispered into his ear.
“You liked sucking it, didn’t you Petey-O?”
Peter looked at him. He could have done and said a lot of things, but he opted for the truth. “Yes.”
Todd’s eyes darkened. “Meet me in the locker room-”
“No!” Peter jerked his arm out of the stronger man’s grip. “If you want your dick sucked again, then ask me nicely.”
Todd angrily gripped Peter’s wrist before he could walk away, his eyes darting around to make sure that no one was watching. Peter gasped in pain. He hadn’t grabbed him that hard. He released him quickly and saw Peter rub his wrist. Fuck, there was a faint bruise there circling his small wrist. Then Todd could see that both of the boy’s wrists had faint bruises circling them.
“What the fuck…” Todd’s eyes turned steely. “Who did that to you Petey? Who put those bruises on you?”
Peter scowled at him. “Just leave me alone.” He ran down the corridor, feeling Todd’s eyes boring into him.
When Peter got to his next class he was panting, but smiling. He’d done it! He’d stood up to Todd. He’d stood up for himself.
~***~
Economics was the last class of the day and it was an odd class. Todd watched Peter. Peter watched Daniel. Daniel watched Melissa. And Tina watched everything.
Then something shifted during about the middle of class. Daniel’s attention moved to Peter who sat slumped in his seat trying to be small and avoid Todd’s look. Daniel’s eyes scanned the room until they rested on Todd. He was the only other person preoccupied with the young man. After class Peter dashed to the door. Todd was right on his heels and Daniel was right behind the both of them.