Chapter Two
Note to self: Just because you talk with someone online doesn’t mean you are attracted to them. No harm can come from a conversation.
To Do List:
Attend faculty meeting Pick up take-out menu from Thai Palace for ordering tomorrow Pick up bottle of red wine Go through and scan photos picked up yesterday from the Murphy house Try to forget every embarrassing thing I’ve ever done so I don’t incriminate myself tomorrow while IMing with Toffer Keep up writing streak and finish Chapter Nine of manuscript The week had been perfect. It had started with her interesting conversation with Toffer. It had continued when she’d given Jessica the good news that, as long as she kept working hard, she would pass senior English. It had hit another high when Joe Watson had gone out of his way to ignore her. The good days had continued when she and Toffer exchanged daily e-mails. She told him about Watson and he told her about life on a TV set. He’d never come out and said it, but she knew that he must be a writer for the show to be such good friends with Peter.
The e-mails had contained subtle hints of sexuality. Nothing too overt, just reminders that he wanted to spend time on Saturday getting to know her better; Principal Shelley was interested in correcting her bad behavior, if necessary.
The week had peaked last night when her IM program dinged with a message from Toffer.
Toffer4U: Hello from LaLa land. Looking forward to Saturday. Don’t forget the Thai food. Do you have a scanner so you can shoot me photos? And I want details. Lots of details. And, oh yeah, stories about Lindsey too…
Graceful: Scanner hooked up. Teacher has amnesia and can’t remember anything about her own life. Sorry. :-(
Toffer4U: Does Principal Shelley need to stand you in the corner? Would that bring back your memory? Please advise.
His comment had made Grace smile. Her fingers were trembling as she’d typed her response.
Graceful: I thought you were gonna bring the paddle? Guess I’m off the hook, huh?
Toffer4U: Hardly. The corner is for after the paddling. And I don’t paddle on a covered behind, so be prepared to bare your little ass. If I were you, I would start remembering, really quick.
And his icon had disappeared. Grace had hugged herself, excited about the prospect of a cyber spanking. D/s play had always fascinated her, but she’d never had the chance to try it out. She knew that she would be meeting Toffer in three weeks’ time when she went to Los Angeles for the party. Would he want to play with her in real life too, or was this just an online flirtation?
She hadn’t told Rebecca about the cyber punishment. She had told her about the conversation turning a bit sexy; she just didn’t say what direction the sexy part had taken.
“And I’ve been writing like a fool,” Grace told Rebecca Friday at the faculty meeting at lunch. “You wouldn’t believe how things have been flowing out of me. I don’t know what started it.”
Rebecca took a sip of her water. “How about a man telling you he wanted to hear details about your life? That denotes some interest.”
Grace laughed. “You think? He was pretty funny. I can’t wait to meet him.”
Her grin disappeared when Mr. Alt walked to the front of the room. She was going to miss this man. He had been a great principal.
“Welcome to my last faculty meeting as your principal.” The emotion was visible in Mr. Alt’s voice and the faculty members gasped. “I know that everyone expected me to remain until May, but things have come up in my life that precipitates my leaving early. Mr. Watson is now the principal, effective immediately.”
His voice grew low and tears appeared on his cheeks. The crowd grumbled and Alt held up his hands.
“Things will be fine and I’ll miss you very much.” The crowd rose and clapped and Alt shook Watson’s hand and left the room.
“I’m thrilled to be the new head of Gregory Academy,” Watson said, a smile on his face. “We’ve accomplished a lot under the helm of Mr. Alt. Under my leadership, we will go even further. I do plan on shaking things up a bit.”
His words sent a chill up Grace’s spine. She looked at Rebecca, who mouthed the words, “Hello, little fishes and welcome to freshman English.”
“I’m already working on new teaching assignments for next year.” Watson looked around the room. His gaze stopped on Grace and his smile deepened. “We are also taking applications for my new right hand. If you are interested in this position, see me ASAP.”
The meeting ended in a smattering of applause and Grace slumped back against her chair.
“You’re gonna get screwed, and not in a good way,” Rebecca said softly. “You have more experience than half the English department, and he’s going to have you teaching the lower end freshman English classes.”
Grace felt the breath leave her lungs. Then she sat up straighter and smiled. “I don’t care. Nothing can ruin the high I’ve been on this week. If he tries to screw me, I’ll quit.”
“And lose retirement money? Are you out of your mind?” Rebecca’s blue eyes widened in alarm.
“I won’t let him bully me. If he thinks that by changing my assignment, I’ll cave in to him, he’s sorely mistaken.”
***
Grace stared at the blindingly white snow that draped the grounds and trees. The deliveryman had just dropped off her Thai food and she’d poured herself a glass of wine. It was a little early in the day, but she didn’t care. She’d looked forward to this all week. Fifteen more minutes until Toffer IMed her.
His comments from yesterday about the paddling and standing in the corner brought a smile to her face. She wasn’t sure why. Maybe it just took her mind off Watson and his threats to demote her. Or maybe it was just the idea of submission. She’d thought about it before, but never brought it up to anyone. She’d never even told Lindsey, or Rebecca, about her secret fantasies. She’d tried to propose the idea of bondage to Jesse, her ex, who had promptly shot her down.
Grace took a sip of wine and then filled her plate with food. She’d just taken a bite of a spring roll, when her IM button pinged.
Toffer4U: Good afternoon, Gracie.
Graceful: Hi, Toffer. How are you today?
Grace laughed. A week’s worth of e-mails and it was like they’d known each other for years.
Toffer4U: Fine. Just polishing up my paddle.
Graceful: Good. Yours? And I’ve been good. You don’t need the paddle.
Toffer4U: We’ll see. I want to get the party business out of the way first. Then you and I can play a little, get to know each other better. And talk about the punishment. Do you have photos for me?
Grace took a deep breath as she read the message again. Ten minutes ago the idea of a cyber paddling had been fascinating. Now it scared her half to death. Of course he wasn’t here. But in three weeks, she would be in Los Angeles, and the threatened spanking could turn into the real thing. She set down her wine glass and sighed. This could be fun or this could be very scary.
Did she really want to go there? Or did she want to put a stop to it, immediately. If she put her foot down, they could plan the party and be done with it. But if she said yes, they could explore something that she’d always been fascinated about. And since she didn’t know him, she didn’t have to be shy, or worry about what he thought about her weight. Not yet, anyway. She needed to remember that this was a friend of Lindsey and Peter. So surely he wasn’t a creep. Hopefully.
Peter trusted him enough to ask him to help with the party. That counted for something. But Peter wasn’t going to discuss sexual things with someone he’d never met. The IM ping shocked her out of her thoughts.
Toffer4U: Grace? Are you still there?
Graceful: Yes, I’m here.
Toffer4U: Did I scare you?
Graceful: A little.
Graceful: Okay, a lot.
Toffer4U: Hmm… but are you tempted?
Grace bit her lip and stared at the screen. Then she tentatively typed in yes. Her hand moved toward the enter button, and then pulled back, before she finally reached out a finger and hit send.
Toffer4U: Good. Hold on to that feeling. Now, about the photos…
For two hours, they laughed as Grace told stories of her and Lindsey’s childhood that included camping, whitewater rafting, horseback riding and reading. She shot him a copy of the first story they’d written together, a horrible rip-off of the Nancy Drew stories that he promised to read later that evening.
Around 3 p.m., she reached the end of her scanned photos. She took a deep breath as she stared at the last one.
Graceful: This is Lindsey and I just after my wedding. She was my maid of honor. Of course, the marriage turned to garbage, but it’s the best photo I have of the two of us in recent years.
She’d debated about whether or not to send that photo. After all, it showed her in all her glory. When she’d sent everything else, she decided it was a good idea. Toffer would get the chance to see her, to see that she wasn’t beautiful and model-thin. She held her breath as the file uploaded to his computer. If he forgot about the punishment discussion after seeing the photo, then she’d know that he wasn’t impressed with her body. Better to get it out in the open now.
Toffer4U: Is that your husband standing next to you?
Graceful: My ex-husband, yes.
Toffer4U: I can see why you left him. He doesn’t deserve someone as lovely as you are.
Graceful:
She sighed and chewed on her lip. No derogatory comments about being fat, no ‘nice tits, baby’.
Toffer4U: So are we done with the work, any more photos or stories about Lindsey that I need to give to Peter? We’ve done our duty for the afternoon?
Graceful: Yes, I think so. :-)
Toffer4U: Good. Before we go any further, I want to make a few things clear. I’m a Dom. Do you know what I mean by that?
Grace stared at the screen, her heart beating wildly. She’d known that already, but she was impressed that he came right out and said it. The idea made her squirm in delight.
Graceful: Yes, I’ve read about D/s before.
Toffer4U: Have you thought about submitting to a man?
Grace took a deep breath and sighed. She couldn’t believe this opportunity was being given to her. It was thrilling. And it was frightening.
Toffer4U: Grace?
Graceful: I’ve thought about it before.
There, she’d said it. It was out there. There was no taking it back.
Toffer4U: Good. Do you want to submit to me? Do you want to do exactly as I tell you, without question? Do you want to be my cyber submissive? When you come to LA, we can play for real.
Two minutes went by as Grace fought the butterflies in her stomach, and the thoughts that ran through her brain. She’d wanted this, fantasized about it. This was her chance. She couldn’t pass it up. She typed in yes and hit enter. A smiley face popped onto her screen, and then a message popped up that made her eyes bulge.
Toffer4U: Take off your clothes, Gracie.
Graceful: What?
Toffer4U: Now. Take them off right now. You’re not allowed to question me. Do exactly as I say. Let me know when you’re totally naked.
Grace stared at the screen, her heart racing a mile a minute. She hadn’t been naked in front of a man in ages. Of course, she wouldn’t be naked in front of Toffer. But it felt like it. She bit her lip again. At this rate, she’d chew them off before the end of the day.
She’d said she wanted to be his cyber sub. What did she expect? Of course he’d want her naked.
Graceful: Toffer, I…
She hit the enter button before she finished typing.
Toffer4U: The longer you wait the harder I’m going to punish you when we meet. Do it now.
***
Toffer sat back in his chair and smiled. He could just imagine Grace in her house, nervous about taking off her clothes, even though there was no one with her. The idea made him hard as a rock and he gently stroked his cock as he waited. He’d thought about proposing webcams but had decided against it. It was more fun this way. There was more anticipation. More mystery.
It was a good three minutes before the IM button pinged and he knew that she’d been debating whether or not to follow his order. He also knew that since she was hesitating, it meant that if she said she was naked that she wasn’t lying.
Graceful: Toffer?
Toffer4U: Are you naked?
Graceful: Yes.
Toffer4U: Good. You must call me Master now. Do you understand?
Graceful: Yes. Toffer, this makes me very nervous.
Toffer4U: Good. And that’s strike one. I’m going to keep a running count. When you get to LA, you’ll get licks from the paddle according to how many strikes you have. Be a good girl. How do you address me?
Graceful: Master.
Toffer4U: Excellent. Tell me your fantasies.
Graceful: Just like that?
Toffer4U: Yes. And be honest with me. I expect nothing less than total honesty because that is what I will give to you. Now tell me what you want done to you. Tell me what you expect from a Master.
Graceful: To be dominated. I have no experience, so I don’t know what happens.
Toffer4U: But you’ve fantasized about it. You said so yourself. I want to hear your fantasies.
Graceful: Yes, Master.
Toffer’s cock hardened even more and he groaned. He hadn’t been called Master in so very long.
Graceful: I want to be tied up.
He smiled; bondage was something that he loved.
Toffer4U: We can do that. What else? Don’t make me drag it out of you.
Graceful: I want you to spank me.
Toffer4U: LOL. Not fair. We’ve already talked about that. Tell me two other things you’ve fantasized about. And be Honest.
Graceful: Blindfolds.
Toffer4U: I like that idea, too. That encompasses the whole trust issue. One more and then we’ll move on. Don’t be embarrassed to tell me. Remember, I’m your Master now.
Graceful: I’ve always fantasized about being fuc…
Toffer frowned as the incomplete message appeared on his screen. Then a big grin spread across his face.
Toffer4U: Fantasized about what, Grace?
Graceful: Forget that, I meant to hit delete, not send.
Toffer4U: Tell me. Were you going to say fucked from behind? And I don’t mean doggy style.
Toffer waited for the reply. He knew that’s what she wanted, and he was sure she was blushing at his crude words. She wanted him to take her in the ass. He loved that she was embarrassed to admit it, because it meant that no man had ever taken her that way. He stroked his stone hard cock. If he didn’t stop, any minute now he would shoot off in his jeans.
Toffer4U: Grace? Answer me.
Graceful: Yes, Master. I want to be taken anally. I’ve always dreamed about it.
Toffer4U: That’s good, baby. Relax for me. It’s gonna be all right. You’ll be begging for it before I do it, trust me. Now, take your laptop to your bedroom and lie down on your stomach in the middle of the bed. Stop by the bathroom and pick up a hairbrush on your way. Let me know when you’re in position.
He quickly shed his jeans as he imagined her walking toward her bedroom, naked, her large breasts unfettered by a bra. He’d been impressed by her photo. He couldn’t wait to suck them before he fucked the deep cavern that ran between the orbs. He knew they would be soft and hug his cock wonderfully as he pumped into them.
He stroked his cock and smiled as the ping sounded.
Graceful: I’m there.
Toffer4U: You have the brush?
Graceful: Yes, Master.
Toffer4U: Put a pillow under your hips so that your ass is high in the air. I want to know that you’re ready for the spanking you’re going to get today. The one that you’re going to give yourself since I’m not there to do it.
***
Grace stared at the screen. Had she just read that right? She looked it over again and blinked. Yes she had. He wanted her to spank herself. How was she going to do that? She stared at the brush she’d picked up. It was large with a smooth wooden back. It would sting; there was no doubt of that. But how did he expect her to spank herself. When she’d picked it up, she thought he’d have her look at it while he talked about spanking. She never expected she’d be spanking herself.
Toffer4U: Grace, I’m waiting. And I’m not a patient man.
Graceful: Toffer, I can’t spank myself.
Toffer4U: Strike two. I am no longer Toffer. I am your Master now. I won’t tell you again. And yes, you can. Reach around with the brush and slap it against your ass. Do it a few times and then let me know how it feels.
Grace worried her lip and then slapped her ass with the brush. It stung slightly, but she was surprised that it felt so good. The sting shot straight to her clit and she wanted to come, now. Was she really doing this? Spanking herself at the request of someone she didn’t know? She brought the brush down harder and moaned softly. Wetness was pooling onto the pillow below her. This was so erotic. She couldn’t believe she was actually doing what he said. She slapped each side a few times. Her breath came in rapid gasps.
She imagined Toffer sitting at his house in Los Angeles. Was he hard? Did this excite him as much as it excited her? She slapped her ass a few more times and groaned.
Graceful: Master?
Toffer4U: Yes?
Graceful: I did it.
Toffer4U: Good girl. How many times? Did it sting?
Graceful: Just a few. And yes, it stung.
Toffer4U: Good. Did you do each side?
Graceful: Yes.
Toffer4U: Do ten on each cheek. Hard. Imagine that it’s me holding the brush. Your Master, spanking you. Punishing you for not remembering that I’m your Master and not Toffer anymore. You’re submitting to me, Grace. Doing what I want. Do it now.
Grace didn’t hesitate this time. She brought the brush down harder with each swing. She imagined Toffer standing behind her, imagined that it was him slapping her ass with the brush. And it excited her. Excited her more than anything had in years. After she’d delivered the final stroke, she reported her success to her Master.
Toffer4U: Good girl. Tell me how it feels. Tell me what you were thinking about.
Graceful: It stings. And I was thinking it was you. I wanted you to spank me.
Toffer4U: And I will, Gracie. Be patient. You have a three-part assignment for tonight. First, I want you to stand in the corner naked for ten minutes. Stick your nose against the wall with your hands clasped behind your back. When your time’s up you can bring yourself to orgasm. Do you want to come? Are you wet for me?
Graceful: Yes, Master.
Toffer4U: Good. Very good. Think of me when you play with your clit. Secondly, I want you to shave your pussy for me. Entirely bald. Understand?
Graceful: Yes, Master.
Toffer4U: And third, I want you to write a few paragraphs on why you want to submit to me, why the idea of being a submissive appeals to you and what you hope to gain from it. And I want you to be specific. We’ll IM tomorrow at eight.
Grace stared at the screen. What did she hope to gain from this? She wasn’t sure why the idea of submission appealed to her; she just knew that it did. She’d have to do some serious soul searching tonight.
Toffer4U: Tomorrow at eight sharp. And make sure you’re naked.
His icon disappeared and Grace stood and walked toward the corner, her stomach in knots as she looked at the clock and began to form the list in her mind.