Chapter 8
The car ride home was quiet. I spent most of it staring out the window, trying to collect my thoughts. I was so preoccupied that when Jon pulled into the driveway, I didn’t move. In fact, I didn’t even notice when he got out of the car. It wasn’t till he opened my door that I realized we were home.
Once inside, Jon put on the tea kettle while I went upstairs to get changed. It felt nice to get out of the fancy dress I’d worn for graduation. I slipped into my favorite mesh shorts and an Eagles jersey. I wasn’t going to win any fashion awards, but I was comfortable. After pulling my hair into a ponytail, I trudged back downstairs.
Jon had just finished making two cups of tea when I entered the kitchen. He handed me one and nodded towards the living room, “Couch?” My feet scuffed across the floor as he followed me over to the couch. When we’d settled and both taken tentative sips of tea, he shifted so that he was facing me. I was muttering under my breath about boiling hot tea when I noticed he was looking at me, “Yeah I know, Eagles suck. Why did they punt?” I picked an imaginary piece of lint off my shirt.
We chuckled at the familiar joke and relaxed a bit. I shivered despite it being a warm sunny day and wrapped my hands around the cup, “I… Blah. I’m not sure where to start.” I felt my eyes tearing up and looked away.
Jon scooted closer to me and wrapped his arm around my shoulder. We’d only touched in playful ways before, tickling, light hearted slaps to the arm when goofing around, or the occassional hug when I'd had a rough day. I had never cuddled against him despite every desire in my body wanting to.
It didn’t seem to surprise him when I nuzzled against his shoulder. My eyes closed and I was able to envelope myself in the soft warmth of his body. He smelled wonderful, of soap and fabric softener. When I really concentrated, I found I could smell the scent of his deodorant. I could hear and feel his heart beating as erratically as mine was. I wanted to confess all of the fantasies and feelings I felt for him, but when my mouth opened, I couldn’t. I was too shy to.
Jon placed his teacup on the coffee table and gently cupped my chin in his hand. He tilted my head so that I was forced to look into his eyes. I couldn’t bear to look for long, and averted my eyes. I stammered trying to blurt out what I wanted, no, needed to tell him.
After several attempts that left frustrated tears streaming down my face, I pulled away and retrieved my laptop from the end table. Jon’s eyebrow raised, but he said nothing as I flicked through files till I found one of my kinky fantasies about him.
My hand was shaking as I passed the laptop to him and sat down on the couch, “I-I wrote that. I can’t say how I feel, the words just won’t come out, but if you read that, well, you’ll understand.” He nodded, picking up his cup of tea as he turned his attention to the screen. If it’s possible to stop time, that’s what happened. My heart was racing and the lump of fear in my stomach was growing in size, expanding into my throat. In reality he read for about a minute and then set the laptop down onto the coffee table, along with his tea cup before looking at me.
My heart stopped as he turned to me. Tears were still spilling down my cheeks. There was no way he’d finished the story. I wanted to get up and run away as fast as I could but my body felt paralyzed. Jon cupped my chin again, this time firmly. The tears flowed freely down my face as he stared into my eyes. Then to my surprise, he smiled warmly, “I’ve read it before.”
Now my heart really stopped. I’m sure I turned red, maybe scarlet. He was already red. I felt humiliated and embarrassed, “Wha-wha-what?” He chuckled as he let go of my chin and wrapped his arms around my shoulders in a bear hug. My mind was racing. Had he been snooping around on my laptop? How in the hell had he “read it before”? I was about to ask when he beat me to the punch.
“That fantasy is posted on the BDSM website I frequent. I didn’t know you were the author though. You write well. There are a few typos and some grammatical errors, but it’s a well thought out story. The balance of humor and emotions is perfect.”
Leave it to him to critique my biggest secret! I was rolling my eyes over his analysis of my writing when it dawned on me; we both shared the same secret. I pinched his side and pulled out of his hug, suddenly very talkative and full of questions, “Why aren’t you surprised? Who are you on the site? Did you know that I was a submissive? Stop laughing and answer me darn it or you’re getting my tea dumped on your head!”
He clamped his hand over his mouth as he tried to stop laughing. I growled at him and started to move my tea cup towards his head. Boy was I shocked when he firmly grabbed my wrist and pried the cup out of my hand. It seemed like one fluid movement as he placed the cup on the coffee table and pulled me over his lap, several sharp smacks landing on my upturned rear.
“Ouch, hey! Stop that!” I squirmed, trying to pull away. He held me down, each word accented with a sharp slap, “Then… don’t…. act… like… a… brat!”
After the last slap he let go of me and I scrambled upright, kneeling on the couch next to him. My eyes scanned his face and he grinned back at me as he patted his lap. I couldn’t help but beam as I sat on his lap and snuggled against his chest. It felt natural to have his arms wrapped around me.
“Now then, I’ll answer your questions. I realized you were a natural submissive a few weeks after you came to the school. It may not be obvious to you, but how you reacted to certain commands and directions were fairly obvious to me. You’re clearly the cheeky sort of submissive though.”
He paused when I started giggling, “Me? Cheeky? I’m certain you have me mistaken for someone else!”
Jon roared with laughter. I don’t think I’d seen him laugh quite as hard before. He was still wiping tears from his eyes when he continued, “I’ve read all the stories you’ve posted. Your writing is funny, sexy and intelligent. I was honestly surprised to find that they were written by someone as young as you are. We’ve also spoken once or twice in the chat room as well.”
He giggled, “Thinking about it now though, "sheepishslut" does fit you as a nickname.”
I was grateful that he couldn’t see the blush on my face. I snuggled closer to further hide my red face, “So who are you on the site?”
Jon gently stroked my hair, “Guess.”
I groaned and thought for a minute, “Hmm, I’ve spoken to a lot of people from the site. Oh, I don’t know! Tell me? Please?”
He tweaked my thigh playfully a few times, till I felt like I was going to scream in frustration. I had just opened my mouth to whine when he replied, “You didn’t seem too fond of my favorite hobby when we talked. I’m PegEnthusiast.”
I groaned loudly, trying not to giggle, “Figures. It figures. You KNOW I hate pegs! Lord, of all the luck.” Jon hugged me close as we both absorbed everything. We’d been chatting online for months and neither of us had known it! Finally, only one question remained, “What now?”
He exhaled slowly, caressing my arm as he released me from his embrace, “Kneel.”
Jon’s voice was strict and firm, similar to his “teacher’s voice” but slightly different in a way I couldn’t identify. I obeyed at once, hopping off his lap and quickly kneeling on the floor in front of him. My eyes stared at the tops of his feet as he instructed me, “Hands behind your neck, rest your butt on your heels and stay still.”
I quickly complied as he stood, picked up the tea cups and left the room. My breath was shallow as I quivered holding the position. I’d heard him place the cups in the sink, and then nothing. My mind wandered as I tried to remember all of the conversations I’d had with “PegEnthusiast”. We’d last spoken a few nights before and he had mentioned that he was interested in a submissive friend but didn’t know how she felt about him. I was chuckling to myself over the irony when Jon came back into the room.
“Good girl,” He patted my head and stood looming over me, “What were you laughing about?” I bit my lip and smiled, “Oh, just our last conversation online. Does “PegEnthusiast” know how his submissive friend feels about him?”
Jon knelt down behind me as he grabbed my wrists, moving my arms so that they were pinned against the small of my back. He pressed against me as his free hand grabbed hold of my ponytail, pulling my head back so that my breasts thrust outward. His breath tickled my ear as he growled, “He does now.”
I felt weak, dizzy and breathless, intoxicated with desire. See? I told you I had a kinky streak!
