A Thousand Yesses (5 page)

Maverick
had earned a bit of a reputation, the big bad bear of a Dom, even if he was
completely oblivious. After he broke up with
Crystal
,
word had spread that he was single, and there were many girls who were
interested. But as none had appealed to him, he remained single.

Celia
went to the side door at Rodney’s place, and trotted down the stairs, past the
potted plants Louanne tenderly cared for, down the steep cement stairs to the
basement of their little home. Knocking lightly on the door, she realized it
was open, so she pushed it open and entered. She shut and locked it behind her.
They may have left it open as people arrived, but soon, they’d want privacy,
she reasoned.

When
she entered, amidst laughter and voices, no one noticed her. Celia felt
relieved, even if she
did
feel nauseous, and she didn’t feel like
socializing with anyone. Slipping to the side, she shrugged off her sweatshirt
and bag, and tossed them into the office. She went back to the main area and
scanned the crowd for Maverick. It was part of her routine. Find Maverick, so
she could strategically plan how to avoid him until she was ready. Some days
were better than others. Some days, she could joke around with him, and he was
just her friend, a big brother of a guy. Dependable. Funny. Comfortable.

But
when she was feeling lonely, and yearning to be put in her place as a
submissive, it was much harder. The longing intensified. She
knew
it
wouldn’t do any good fantasizing about him. He thought of her as a sister, and
no more. He’d made that clear on many occasions, though she’d never so much as
hinted about her attraction to him. She couldn’t. She would ruin everything and
though the thought of never having her interest in him met was painful, the
thought of losing his friendship was devastating. But still, she could no more
stop herself from fantasizing about him than she could stop the frosting-laden
pretzels from sailing into her mouth.

“Hey,
Cel,” Louanne greeted. She was wearing a cute pair of tight-fitting jeans with
black leather boots that came to her knees, a pale blue tunic top, and silver
hoops. She looked classy and cute, as usual perched atop one of the bar stools,
and had the equipment set up to begin filming. “So, tonight we get to see these
guys in action,” she said with a giggle.

“Yeah,”
Celia said, as she took a seat next to Louanne. “You okay with that? I mean,
Rodney’s going to spank another woman or two,” she said. “And that’s cool?”

Louanne
shook her head. “No, he’s not,” she said. “I felt a little weird about it. So,
Rodney and Maverick worked it out. Rodney is going to narrate, and hand
implements or restraints to Maverick, but Maverick is doing the actual
spanking.”

Celia’s
heart flipped. Damn it!

“Ah,
okay,” she said. “No wonder they’re all lined up and ready to go.” They hadn’t
even had to pay these women. All she’d had to do was mention spanking scene and
Maverick, and they’d practically begged to come and bend over.

“Celia,”
Maverick’s deep voice came from across the room. She looked up, and he crooked
a finger for her to come. Her heart did what it always did – stuttered
and squeezed, and she found herself trotting over to him as if her feet had a
mind of
their
own.

“Yeah?
What’s up, big guy?” she asked, feigning nonchalance as usual.

He
beckoned for her to come closer. He was wearing a dark, sleeveless tee shirt
that showed off his biceps, and was sitting on a straight-backed chair, legs
apart,
hands
folded in his lap. He looked stern, and
calm, and so hot she felt her legs wobbling as she walked to him.

“You
bring the restraints?” he asked in a low voice.

She
nodded. “I brought bondage tape,” she said. “You ever use that stuff?”

He
nodded. There wasn’t much he hadn’t tried. The bondage tape looked like a roll
of duct tape, but unlike duct tape, it would only stick to itself. It was ideal
for situations like this, in which he needed something disposable and safe.

“Thanks,”
he said. “Bring it over.”

She
rolled her eyes, even as she felt his command down to the tips of her toes. He
was so grumpy sometimes, so deliciously grumpy.

“What
do you say?” she chided, trying to coax a “please” out of him.

His
eyes narrowed. “Please,” he gritted out.

“Good
boy!” she chirped, patting him on the head. She’d turned to go and get the
tape, when she felt a sharp crack on her ass take her breath away. She turned
back to him, wide-eyed, in utter shock that he’d just spanked her.

He
merely shrugged. “Just warmin’ up, honey,” he said, though his eyes were
narrowed at her.

She
growled at him, even as she turned and trotted away, her chest heaving and lady
parts tingling.
Just warmin’ up, my ass,
she thought, then she giggled
as the pun hit her. Louanne looked at her quizzically, but Celia ignored her
and fumbled through her bag. She retrieved the tape, and trotted back over to
Maverick.

“Here.
But why do you need restraints, anyway? I thought we made it clear we weren’t doing
BDSM scenes?”

He
shrugged. “Restraints can come in very handy for a spanking session,” he said.
“Especially a more serious one, when the sub is tempted to maybe
get
away.”

Yeah,
that
was a visual she needed,
thank you very much.
Not!
Maverick not only spanking a submissive, but also restraining her
first?
She sighed. She’d need more frosting.

“You
don’t look so good,” he said, as he cast concerned eyes at her.

“Yeah,
feeling a little sick around the edges,” she replied.

His
eyes narrowed even further. “Would that have anything to do with the peanut
butter and pretzel binge? Did the frosting make it out this time?”

Caught.
She cast her eyes down. “Maybe,” she muttered. “And maybe the chocolate chips,
too.”

He
groaned. “Cel, if you were mine, so help me, I’d tan your ass if you ate that
shit,” he said, his eyes concerned and rebuking. Her heart thumped in her
chest, and heat throbbed between her legs. She squirmed. She knew he
would
.
That was the
problem
. He was so big, and strong, and so damn
sweet
,
even if he was stern, it wasn’t even fair.

“Ah,
well,” she said, her mouth dry. “Whatever.” She ignored his growl, as Rodney
came in the room.

“Okay,
guys, let’s get going!” Rodney yelled, getting the attention of everyone in the
room. “
Submissives,
come over here and sit on these
stools. We’re going to have a practice session,
then
Celia is going to video our demonstrations. No one’s face will be shown, not
even the Dominant, and no real names will be used. We
may
have some skin
bared, but we’ll keep the rating clean. Got it?”

Everyone
murmured their assent, as they sat where Rodney indicated. For the first time,
Celia looked at the faces of the submissives
who
’d
come.

One
was a heavier girl, with
jet black
hair that hung in
straight sheets. Extensions? Her makeup was dramatic, with deep red lipstick,
shockingly black eye liner, and smoldering eyes. She was pretty, but in a
dominatrix sort of way. She didn’t
look
the part of a submissive. But,
Celia reasoned, looks could be deceiving, and what did a submissive look like,
anyway?

The
second was a thin blonde, with high cheekbones, her hair done in two braids.
She looked barely old enough to drive, let alone partake in a scene like this.
Her eyes flitted around the room. Maverick could lift her with one hand. Geez.
Celia looked at Rodney.

“Everyone’s
ID’s match up? Everyone of age?”

“Yep,”
he said. “Promise.” Well, then, the young-looking girl was maybe into
looking
young. Some people kind of dug that kink.

The
third was, unfortunately, stunning. She had a curvy figure, voluptuous but fit.
Her dark brown hair framed her face in a halo of curls, and her high cheekbones
and dark skin gave her an exotic look. She was wearing a plaid schoolgirl
skirt, with a button-down top, thigh highs, and heels. Yikes. Celia looked down
at her own jeans, flats, and long-sleeved emerald tee shirt. She hadn’t dressed
up, knowing she wasn’t going to be on camera.

Maverick
stood, and Celia could hear the girls grow quiet. He looked so much the part of
Dom
it was almost too perfect.
Tall, huge, and
muscular, stern, and unyielding.
He could take any one of them over his
knee with no help for it. He crossed his arms on his chest and began in his
low, husky voice. “Tonight, our purpose here is just a demonstration. You know
we’re role-playing spankings. It won’t be staged, but it won’t be as hard as a
real punishment spanking would be.” Celia shifted on her feet, as he continued.

“I’ll
tell you beforehand exactly what to expect, but I’m not going to demonstrate
very much, because I don’t want any marks on you before we begin filming.
Everyone got it?” They girls nodded in unison. “Any questions?”

The
dark-haired knockout raised her hand. Maverick nodded.

“Will
you tell us what you’re using? The position? How many you’re giving us?”

He
nodded. “Yes, but it would be best if you could get into it a little,” he said.
“It would make for a better demonstration. And if we have some struggling, it
would be good for me to demonstrate how to restrain.”

Shit,
if Celia wasn’t already turned on... She shook her head.
Gotta
stay professional.
Gotta
stay
professional!

“Okay,”
Maverick pointed to the gorgeous brunette. “Name?”

Of
course,
Celia thought to
herself
.
Go for the knockout.

“Nadia,”
the woman said in a thick accent.

He
nodded. “Okay, Nadia, you first. We’re going to begin with a quick
demonstration, and then our filming will go live. For the practice session,
I’ll spank you at about twenty percent. It’ll be much harder for the real
video. Got it?”

Nadia
nodded, her eyes gleaming. “Yes, sir.”

Celia
froze.
Uh uh.
No way. She was
not
going to go
all
sub
on him! Was she? Celia’s eyes flew to
Maverick.

“You’re
not my submissive, Nadia,” he said. “When we film, ‘yes, sir’ is appropriate,
but not when we’re off-set. Got it?”

Phew.

She
nodded. He sat on the leather couch and beckoned her over. He had a small
leather paddle next to him.

“Okay,
so I’ll lecture you, then tell you how I want you in position. I’ll give you a
few dozen good swats,
then
send you to the corner. Got
it?” She bit her lip, and nodded.

Celia
felt her chest constrict strangely. The room grew hot, and she felt dizzy. She
sat down quickly next to Louanne, and prepared to begin. She watched them
practice, barely conscious of what was going on. It was too hot in here. She
needed out. She was going to lose her lunch.
Damn,
that man was hot with
a paddle. Still, it was almost too much to bear, like watching him make out
with someone.

Maverick’s
hand went up to signal after the practice spanking. Celia swallowed, took a
deep breath, and began filming. Nadia stood to the side, as Maverick addressed
the camera.

“Good
evening, ladies and gentleman,” he said. “For tonight’s demonstration, we’re
getting to the nitty gritty on how to administer a good spanking. There are
many factors to consider...”

As
he continued, Celia couldn’t focus. She kept the camera trained on Maverick,
but his words jumbled together as he talked about tolerance, experience, and
positions, safewords, and things like warming up before a spanking. She
couldn’t listen to him talk about this. It was doing strange things to her and
she could barely focus on her job. But she kept her hand steady, as he
continued.

He
stood Nadia in front of him as the role-playing began.

“I
didn’t authorize that outfit, young lady,” he chided. “That barely covers your
ass, and you’re not allowed in public dressed like that.” Nadia stood with her
hands behind her back.

“I’m
sorry, sir,” she said in a high-pitched voice. Ugh. Celia rolled her eyes.

“Lie
over my lap,” he ordered sternly. “And assume the position.”

Nadia
lay over his lap, and when she bent over, her skirt lifted so that the audience
could see the curve of her backside. Oh, great. Celia kept filming, rolling her
eyes as she did so. Maverick picked up the paddle, and there was a hush.
Louanne squirmed on the seat next to Celia. It was one thing getting a
spanking, but entirely different
watching
a girl
get
spanked. He lifted the paddle, and brought it down with a good, hard
thwack!

Nadia
fairly leapt off the couch. She craned her head around. “Jesus!” she said. Her
high-pitched voice was gone. Her voice was loud and angry, and she scowled at
him. “What the hell was that?”