Kate Educates Jacob #17

Red, Amber, Green

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I rolled over in our bed, saw the clock and panicked until I realised it was Saturday.

Mall day, all day.

Kate had planned for shopping, a romantic lunch and movie, with time permitting. Phones were off limits and locked in a drawer at home. Today would be fun, bonding and relaxation. There’d be no spanking, because Kate felt there was no need after recent good deeds done.

We enjoyed a casual coffee and light breakfast in our bedroom while she briefed me. I listened intently to her instructions, remembering for later what she wanted us to achieve that day.

Kate had ridden the storm of a funeral, the reading of her father’s will, transferring assets and the accompanying legal ball of wire. Her inaugural board meeting had been a triumph and the week after, was even more successful with a recovery action plan filtering through the company’s fourteen thousand employees, invigorating everyone.

For the whole two weeks after that we were busy non stop at GD, settling Kate into her new leadership role. I was as supportive as I could be but a significant toll was taken on both of us and it showed.

“We need a break, Jacob.”

It sounded odd when Kate said it. Whatever the reason, we were in our comfort zone at Granger’s Hall, overlooking the estate from her bedroom window, eating breakfast. The day was cleared of all work, giving my girlfriend time to think through our next steps. I was loving every minute of the journey.

“What will become of Tiffany?”

“Mother will train her.”

“Spank her, you mean?”

“Maybe, but that’s not the important part, as you know, thrashing someone is much more than that. Mom doesn’t do it for the sexual kinks, because she actually believes that when people are broken, building personal discipline helps strengthen their mental health.”

“Is that what she did with Claire?”

“I don’t know exactly, but I’m sure that it wouldn’t have been sexual at all with Claire because she’s not that way inclined with any family except dad. This time, she may have some fun, if that’s what Tiffany wants, too. She’ll have her dried out, cigarette free, and in a physically demanding routine before we see her tonight.”

“That’s exactly what Tiffany needs. It’s like military basic training.”

In my mind I snatched a glimpse of Granger Hall as a great clinic where people could go to be repaired.

“We’ve advanced in our play and need safe words for our sessions. Any time you’re not comfortable with something, you must let me know immediately. So far, it’s been simple to communicate normally. As we progress further, it might become more challenging.”

“What do you suggest?”

“I like the traffic light system. It’s the most commonly used and simplest to understand. Green means it’s all good. Amber means you need space because you’re approaching a limit and Red means we stop immediately and talk through any issues.”

“I think I can remember that, darling. I can drive, after all.”

She turned serious and reprimanded me gently.

“Don’t sass, please, sweetheart. You know it vexes me.”

“Sorry, Kate.”

“I would be if something went wrong because I couldn’t bear injuring you. There’s nothing for either of us there.”

“I get it, but I’ve already put myself in your hands, so I’m not worried. Red, Amber and Green works.”

“If you scream anything other than those three words in the future, I may assume you want more.”

I laughed, but saw she was serious, so I shut up.

“Sorry, I’ve no problem with the traffic lights. I’m not worried at all, babe, because I trust you completely. You’ve had me trussed up a few times now and could have done anything you wanted, fair or foul; you didn’t, so I’m really not worried.”

Kate kissed me gently, biting my lower lip and tugging at it before her tongue explored my mouth. She wrapped her arms around my waist, leaned in and melted into my chest. Her hand slid down my abdomen, gliding over my midriff until she cupped my testicles, squeezing them, before rubbing my cock on the way back up.

I was on fire.

Her lace panties rubbed exquisitely against my skin and the shaft of my penis flooded with blood until solid. She paused, nuzzling my chest, biting gently on my nipple, and I desired her all the more.

“During my next period, you’ll need your new safe words more frequently. You did well last time, and I’d like that consideration in the future.”

“When is that next?”

Kate’s menstrual cycle had been on my mind, I knew when it was coming last time and prepared well, but I’d lost count of the days and phasing of her cycle. I was determined to make our relationship work and already had a sense of what was important.

“Hand me your phone.”

Kate took my phone. There was no password, so she opened it and I watched her type, tap, and swipe for over a minute.

“There…”

She handed the phone back to me.

“My cycle is in your calendar for the next two months; pre and post ovulation, menstruation start and end dates. Oh, and… I’ve also marked a couple of days where my hormones will be rampantly anti Jacob, so that you know.”

She giggled and rifled my hair with an apologetic look.

“Are those in red?”

“Oh Yeah, do some more research in advance, and prepare yourself well. There are a couple of green markers in there, too. They’re Jacob’s friendly hormone days. Date nights perhaps, with fun later? I hope you’ll focus, dear.”

“Can we make love now? Please, honey?”

I sounded slightly more desperate than I should.

“Mmm… something like that, okay… yes.”

Kate kissed my neck and traced her tongue along it until she nibbled at my earlobes.

“How you feel about me right now is more than simple love. Combined with your horny state, it means you’d literally do anything I ask. After your orgasm, it’s less so. We should discuss limited chastity soon and explore how that helps us.”

“I love you always, darling. But chastity?”

“Nothing long term, honey. Just a few hours here and there, maybe while we’re at work. We can role play and have fun with it.”

“Okay, and still no wanking off?”

“Definitely not unless you ask permission first. It’s a biological fact that the more you orgasm, the less attentive you’ll become,”

“If it benefits us, then I’ll try anything.”

“It doesn’t mean we can’t make love. We must focus on your orgasms and ejaculations, making them a reward to treasure together. Your cage should arrive next week, I ordered it two days ago. We can try it out, but only if you want to. It’ll help subdue the discomfort you feel now. I see your semi hard-on bulging every morning when we set off to work. I don’t want you to suffer all day like that.”

“I can’t get you out of my head.”

“Good. Now… can you take this coin, please? Hold it against the wall using your nose.”

She passed me a dollar coin.

“Umm, I don’t understand.”

“Do as you’re told, Jacob.”

I walked behind the bed and leaned in towards the wall, sliding the coin between my nose and its painted surface.

“Don’t touch the wall. I want you to reflect on our chat and imagine that the coin is your commitment to obedience. Don’t let it falter.”

I stood motionless. It was easy, at least for the first few minutes, but it didn’t take long before I shuffled my feet, shifting my weight awkwardly from one leg to the other, and began wiggling my toes and fingers.

“Don’t move.”

She reminded me with a smile of encouragement but made it clear that my obedience was required. I froze instantly, but within a few minutes, I twitched again.

“This isn’t easy,”

“Okay, I want you to bend at the knees, touching both of them to the wall, keeping the coin where it is. Stay quiet too.”

I had disco knee after a few minutes when my right knee wobbled uncontrollably and I felt a strain on my back.

“Think about your military discipline. Imagine the coin is a promise between us. If it falls, the promise breaks.”

I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, timing each inhale and exhale, reducing my heart rate to manage the stress position. The coin became easier to pin against the wall when I imagined walking hand in hand with Kate through her estate woodland. She was happy; we were happy, and I drove down the discomfort to a minimum, but it was always there, nagging and trying to distract me.

She walked over to me, close up to my face, watching my expression and noting my level of discomfort that was obvious from shaking legs.

“Relax now, my little soldier.”

Kate pressed the coin to the wall with her finger, allowing me to step backwards. She stroked my nose with her palm to make the blood flow again and get rid of a numb sensation that had gradually taken hold.

“You did five minutes, Jacob, that’s very good.”

“It was intense.”

“It’s important that you show me your commitment and personal sacrifice.”

“I’m up for that challenge, darling.”

“Obedience isn’t easy. It requires commitment and discipline from both of us. Sorry for the coin, it wasn’t a punishment, I just want to make my point because you must understand the road to happiness isn’t always paved with sexual turn-on’s and kinks.”

“That definitely wasn’t a turn on.”

“Imagine if I’d made you stand on your toes, or sprinkled rice under your feet and marked a boundary circle on the wall where the coin must stay?”

“I understand why it’s important and I won’t let you down, Kate.”

“Neither will I.”

We both wanted to build a foundation for a lasting relationship, and these past weeks felt important. The coin on the wall hadn’t reached the point of serious pain for me, although it was uncomfortable and tedious.

“Are you likely to do that again, as a punishment?”

“Maybe.”

I could tell from the slight changes in her tone, and her ‘tell’ when I should back away. Kate had been very clear that she would dictate all love, sex, and punishments.

“Okay… I’ve got it.”

“Before we shop, I need us to prepare for the day. I want your focus and obedience today. Go to the dungeon, and in the wardrobe at the far end you’ll find a bed strap kit. Bring me that.”

She’d stripped the bed by the time I returned.

“Help me lift the mattress and get those straps around it at the head and foot.”

“Is this to restrain me?”

“Me too, sometimes, maybe.”

Kate grinned naughtily as she scampered around the bed, arousing me

“It’s for getting one or the other of us into a comfortable spread-eagle position we can’t escape from.”

“And we are doing this now… because?”

“You must be attentive while we shop. That requires our preparation for a calm and positive mindset.”

“You’re spanking me?”

“Yup, and I can’t wait. Whip my knickers off, fold them neatly, and place them on the chair.”

I was naked again.

We prepared the bed in silence amid a growing tsunami of sexual tension. I felt excited and apprehensive when she crawled onto the bed, checking strap tension.

The straps were so tight that they twanged off the sheet below.

“They’re made from the same webbing as aircraft seat belts, so there’s no escape once you’re in.”

She’d chosen a figure hugging, knee-length green dress and black leather knee high, ‘fuck me boots’ with four-inch heels.

“Face down on the bed, then stretch your arms and legs to the corners of the mattress.”

Once I’d settled in, Kate hopped onto the bed, kneeling beside my head, which was tilted to one side facing her. She lifted her dress, spread her legs wide and gently stroked her pussy through a sensational pair of jade green French knickers that covered her ass and mons in beautiful, suggestive lace.

She’s soaking her panties.

Kate forced the lace fabric inside her pussy using two fingers, soaking the French knickers, rubbing her labia and drawing as much juice as possible into their lacy pattern. She masturbated patiently, creaming her panties as fully as possible.

I smelled her arousal, a familiar perfume that was Kate’s essence, and it made me feel extra horny. She activated my hard wiring, having programmed it on our first night together.

Fuck me, I’m too easy.

She crawled around my body with her warmth comforting my back, butt and thighs while attaching leather cuffs to my wrists and ankles. Kate pulled the straps tight on their heavy stainless steel metal buckles, each with a metal loop on the end. When anodised red carabiners on each cuff were attached to the bed strap metal loops, she’d fully restrained me. She clicked each one into place and tugged hard to tighten everything and spread me far more than I’d expected.

“I think that’s good for now. Wriggle for me.”

I wriggled, barely able to move my ass or roll sideways. She’d spread my cheeks wide, and I felt the familiar vulnerability of a stretched, puckered anus, ready for anything Kate might throw at it, or push inside.

“I can’t move at all.”

I laughed nervously, knowing this session might be different. She’d splayed me like a spatchcock chicken.

“Remember our safe words, Jacob.” Kate reminded sternly. “It looks like you’ve healed nicely from Beauty, but some deep bruising will still be underneath. I don’t want this to hurt too much. I just want to focus you on good behaviour today.”

“Red, amber, green.”

“Good boy.”

Kate walked out of her bedroom and returned a minute later with a long, tubular, heavily stuffed leather booster cushion from the living room sofa.

“Point your ass up.”

Kate was in full on dominant mode, lending a helping hand to raise me while inserting the cushion below my abdomen into a space we had both struggled to create. It raised my midriff, pointed my butt higher and removed all remaining wriggle rooms while opening my anus further.

I was vulnerable, although weirdly comfortable on the soft mattress. All of Kate’s bedding was one thousand thread count Egyptian cotton, which was far more comfortable to anything I had. She removed her panties, and it thrilled me when she stuffed her soaking wet lace into my mouth.

“I’ll have to change my matching bra too after this… but you’re worth it.”

Her voice was soothing, and I realised the earlier harsh tone was to set the scene and prepare me.

I couldn’t speak. The French knickers only half fit because they were more substantial than the thong she’d gagged me with previously. The other half of her cream laden lace teased my chin, lips, and nostrils. Kate’s juices filled my mouth, flooding my throat. I simultaneously felt love and lust in equal measure.

“About now you’re desperate to fuck me… right?”

“Mmm, mmm.”

My muffled acknowledgment was confirmed by a desperate and awkward nod of my head. Kate laughed.

“Here’s how it’s going to work. Shopping today might frustrate you, so I want to prepare us for that. You’re going to be towed around from one shop to another and then back again. You’d better not get irritated by our slow pace. I don’t jump into buying things unless I’m sure that I really want them.”

I acknowledged her with a nod. My approach to shopping was more direct. I bought from the first shop I visited, then lounged in cafe’s all morning and ended the session in a wine bar for lunch or dinner before going home to watch TV.

“You won’t have an orgasm until we get home and only then if you’ve behaved well. I want to help you now with an endorphin and dopamine release, and I want a nice, compliant, and happy Jacob at the end of this session. Nod if I’m being clear.”

I nodded, although crestfallen on the ‘no orgasm’ ruling and anxious about what was coming next. I’d felt horny and assumed this bondage fun would be a prelude to pre-shopping lovemaking.

A chilly breeze wafted across me before the wooden paddle first struck.

Fuck, that was painful.

I almost spat Kate’s panties out, choking on them, when I exhaled violently before breathing again. This was far worse than the hair brush and leather paddle, but nothing compared with Beauty and the riding crop.

It felt solid, and the violence surprised me. I winced in pain and squeezed my cheeks together tightly, anticipating the next swipe. It stung really badly, and I felt blood flow quickly to defend Kate’s point of attack. Pain lingered, seeping deep into my flesh, warming my posterior and upper thigh muscles, reigniting bruises from our session at the stables.

She caught me in the same place with every stroke, at the top of my thighs and lower butt cheeks, explaining previously that it was a sweet-spot.

Adrenaline flooded my muscles and brain. I felt billions of synapses explode in a furious response to equal pain and pleasure. When the pain dissipated, a burning sensation crested just before the next blow repeated the cycle, renewing her painful sting.

Fuck… her aim and stroke weight is near as damn perfectly consistent.

In the short time we’d been together, Kate’s meticulous attention to detail and patience amazed and impressed me.

“That’s five strokes, for starters.”

My ass smarted much more than any of the previous non punishment spankings. While she flayed me, I suddenly felt calm and focussed, my mind was emptied while I looked forward to each next swipe less apprehensively.

“It’s the most extreme maintenance spanking you’ll get. I’ve been assessing your tolerance and I think this is your limit before spanking becomes a punishment. I want to make sure you have a constant reminder and incentive for your obedience today.”

I was sure my ass was going to hurt if I sat down anywhere later on, especially with her scratchy, itchy knickers on. The initial round of ass paddling brought tears to my eyes from its shock and awe. Kate settled into a rhythm, striking both cheeks simultaneously, while counting out loud. Gradually, my ass numbed, and I descended into a contemplative mood where I felt happy, content, and deeply in love.

“I’m going for a big dopamine release for you, happy hormones for a happy day.”

Swish {Smack}

“One… don’t forget your excellent manners, Jacob.”

Swish {Smack}

“Two… don’t lose patience with me today.”

Swish {Smack}

“Three… Invest in our happiness.”

And so it continued, an instruction or reminder accompanied each stroke and I drifted further into a meditative state until there was only Kate, some pain, immense pleasure, her flavour, scent and the sound of her voice. I was in her protective cocoon again.

“The holes in the paddle improve its aero dynamic property. I get a faster swing using less energy.”

Kate sounded satisfied while paddling my burning ass.

“Or a harder impact, like this.”

Swish {Smack}

She giggled, demonstrating her point, and I winced.

After ten more strokes, her timing sped up, almost like she knew my ass had numbed and the pain subsided. She used more weight to achieve the same stimulation, keeping me close to my threshold.

How does she know?

“Suck hard on my panties Jacob, enjoy and make the most of my juices because once we leave home, there’ll be no pussy till this evening.”

Her counting got louder, and her paddling of my burning cheeks became harder and faster. My ass stung badly. I clenched my muscles, because it seemed like the best way to manage her rapid swipes and their stinging reminder to behave and be attentive. My heart rate sped up and adrenaline flooded my body as I transcended to another realm. My mind was totally empty, worry free, and I felt oddly relaxed.

This is outstanding.

I felt a growing desire to be obedient, craving Kate now more than ever. It was almost as though she were beating me to a better place.

She let me rest, think and prepare for a final onslaught. When she resumed, the count began at zero and her paddle timing was slower but harder. She grunted with the effort of paddling my ass, finishing at twenty strokes, before inserting the paddle end into the crack between my cheeks.

“Hold on tight to that.”

She left the room, and I reflected, determined to deserve her.

I don’t know how the fuck I could take that.

I felt impressed with my performance. The relaxing effect was total, and my immersion in Kate was absolute. I wanted her happiness above all else.

I was in a comical state, strapped to the bed with a reasonably, but not overly sore, ass while sucking on Kate’s panties, almost munching them to squeeze out every drop of her essence. I pointed my ass up with her paddle inserted between two muscles, struggling to hold on to it. My cock felt sore and was buried solidly in the mattress.

I would have fucked a coil spring if I could have torn through the outer mattress fabric, and there was definitely enough slimy pre-cum mess there to lubricate it.

If the lads from the Royal Marines could see me now.

I chuckled.

Kate was gone for a few minutes. On her return, she removed the paddle, setting it aside. Climbing onto the bed, she straddled my back and faced my head. The wetness and warmth of her pussy drove me nuts. I couldn’t see her when she placed a booted heel on either side of my head, gently pressing down with one hand until my face plunged deep into the soft, sprung mattress.

“I’m going to cum soon. We can’t both have pent up sexual anxiety while shopping. I could cum ten times and still not lose my love or affection for you, but men aren’t wired that way.”

She lowered herself into the nape of my neck, hitched her dress up to waist high, and descended onto my shoulders until her soaking wet pussy rubbed gently against the bottom of my head, with one knee on either side of it.

I felt boot leather clamp onto my ears and then silence.

She was cradled, seated in between my shoulder blades and head in the natural saddle formed by my neck. Kate rocked gently to lubricate the area she intended to use for her masturbation. Grabbing my forehead, she pulled backwards, gently forcing my head and neck hard against her clitoris and labia.

“Make a sound or use your safe words if that’s painful, honey.”

I was deliberately silent, making sure even my breathing was inaudible.

Her cunt warmed up, lubricating my neck and shoulders. Her body heat permeated my muscles while her labia sucked on my skin as if she were trying to draw me inside her V. Aromatic juices flowed onto my chin, intoxicating me, and she released more while rocking backwards and forwards, masturbating herself on my head, neck and shoulders.

I closed my eyes, blind and deaf, floating in a sensory chamber of Kate’s making.

“Argh… fuck, that’s good, Jacob. Not as good as your cock, which, incidentally, I’m desperate for right now, but this will do.”

Her leather boots chafed my delicate earlobes, and they warmed up, almost burning. Her heels dug into and rode my biceps, spurring me like a wild stallion galloping towards a cliff edge beyond which I would gladly leap.

Kate was fucking herself on me, riding wave after wave of orgasm, ascending towards her finale. When the big squeeze came, it was so crushing that I saw stars and knew Kate was climaxing hard. The back of my neck was soaked when she dribbled, squirting three, four, maybe five times.

“My clit feels squashed… this is outstanding,” Kate screamed. “Your muscle tone is perfect for me to ride you.”

I tensed my torso, back, shoulders, and neck as hard as I could to help her reach an explosive finale while she bucked, riding me like a rodeo champion.

When her climax subsided, she shuddered more gently, and lowered herself to where she lay restfully on my back with her pussy pressed hard to the nape of my neck. My ass cheeks became a soft pillow for her head.

I had gently eased Kate’s panties from my mouth when her squirted juices sluiced down my face so that I could enjoy her flavour directly from its source. Once free, I set my tongue to mopping up as much as possible from my cheeks and chin.

“Wasn’t that good, Jacob?”

Her voice was soft, relaxed, and her tone sounded satisfied.

“You’ve made me so happy.”

“I can’t believe how much you came.”

“You’ve removed my panties, I see.”

“Your juice is all over my face. I wanted to enjoy it.”

“No harm done.” Kate replied. “You deserve it, because that was exceptional. Thank you.”

“You are very welcome, Mistress Kate.”

Kate manoeuvred her body, turning and sliding on the wetness of my skin that still dribbled from her hole. She raised up and positioned herself until seated in front of me. She reached for and released both of my wrist restraints, sliding her pussy forwards for me to taste.

“Feast on me Jacob, I’m so impressed with your behaviour and tender care for me that I want to reward you. I couldn’t have dealt with recent events at Granger’s Hall or GD without you. Please be mindful not to cum, though, darling.”

I lapped the base of her labia where most of her juice had pooled. When that was clean, I pressed downward into her anus. Starting at the bottom would ensure a maximum return for me.

I rimmed Kate for a few minutes and she placed her heels gently on my back, with her calves rested over my shoulders. She spread her thighs wide, presenting best possible access while they cradled my neck and ears.

With very little encouragement, I pressed my tongue past her puckered anal whorl while my nose ploughed into her soaking wet pussy hole. Kate twitched with delight, signalling her approval of my technique with low moans.

“We need to finish soon sweetheart, I want us to have coffee and a croissant at Bean Cafe before we join the madness.”

She ran her fingers through my hair gently, then grabbed a handful and used the leverage to lift her bum, edging herself closer to my tongue before releasing and caressing me gently. I used my untethered hands to pull her even closer, arching my back to force my head into a better position to deliver quality cunnilingus.

I worked my way upwards, sucking her labia into my mouth, glad that Kate had large pussy lips when I sloshed their engorged flesh inside my mouth, sucking, licking and swallowing.

“This is the best mouthwash ever.”

I managed few words between swallows and before I sucked her lips into my mouth once more. Kate giggled.

“That’s enough, dear. You don’t want me to be sore when we go out, do you?”

“Yes.”

She stood on the bed and carefully walked to its end, slapping my ass cheeks playfully when she released my ankle restraints. We cuddled on the bed and my hard-on was solid while we kissed for a few minutes, basking in Kate’s glorious orgasm.

“I’m going to need more lingerie at this rate, honey.”

Kate purred with satisfaction and my hard-on stabbed her, continuously begging for the attention that never came

“Nice pussy breath, Jacob.”

“I’m looking forward to today. That was great fun.”

“I said I wouldn’t deny you pussy anytime you wanted it. How do you feel right now?”

She fixed her hair into a ponytail.

“I don’t understand, Kate?”

The ponytail threw me off guard. A woman that pulled her hair away from her eyes exuded a sense of her sexual self-confidence. It was horny and could be a prelude to a blowjob.

“It’s not a handle, Jake… at least not right now, it isn’t.”

She winked cheekily, finishing the pony tail.

She’d read my mind again.

“I prefer you wait till this evening because some restraint will be good for you, but if you feel you can’t hold on, I want to know, so that I can deal with your semen now. I’m offering you a choice, Jacob.”

I wanted Kate so badly. She was right, my desire for her was frenzied.

“I can wait, darling.”

I took her in my arms, holding on tight, burying my face in her neck. When our embrace ended, I kissed her deeply.

“Rinse that pussy breath away with mouthwash and have a quick shower while I clean myself, please.”

Kate marched towards the toilet. She occasionally said, ‘please’ but it had become less frequent now. She never used the word at the start of a sentence. Having explained to me it sounded too much like a plea or implied something was optional and that it might cause chaos between us.

Kate commanded sternly but kindly, always conveying a sense I should not disobey her, without being cruel.

While Kate washed and selected new underwear, I tidied the bed and she returned, refreshed, a few minutes later.

“Let’s go shopping, Jacob.”

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