A Dom's Dilemma

A Dom’s Dilemma

By

Kathryn R. Blake

©2012 by Blushing Books® and Kathryn R. Blake

Copyright © 2012 by Blushing Books® and Kathryn R. Blake.

All rights reserved. No part of the book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher.

Published by Blushing Books®,

a subsidiary of

ABCD Graphics and Design

977 Seminole Trail #233

Charlottesville, VA 22901

The trademark Blushing Books®

is registered in the US Patent and Trademark Office.

Blake, Kathryn R.

A Dom’s Dilemma

eBook ISBN:
978-1-60968-842-4

Cover Design by Dark Star Creations

This book is intended for
adults only
. Spanking and other sexual activities represented in this book are fantasies only, intended for adults. Nothing in this book should be interpreted as Blushing Books' or the author's advocating any non-consensual spanking activity or the spanking of minors.

WOULD YOU LIKE A FREE SPANKING STORY EVERY MONTH?

At
http://www.blushingbooks.com
, we provide our visitors with a free eBook every single month! That's right, every month we choose an eBook to give to our customers at no charge, both to show our gratitude for your business and also to provide a sample of the content we offer.

Can you read this free eBook on your Kindle? Yes! Once you’re logged onto our site, it’s easy to send a book right to your Kindle.

Can you read it on your iPad? Yes! Your Kobo? Yes! Your Nook? YES!

We provide all of our books on BlushingBooks.com in several formats so that you can read our stories on virtually any reader! Membership at BlushingBooks.com is free, so sign up today and get your free story right now!

DO YOU NEED A TRIP TO THE WOODSHED?

Since 1999, Bethany's Woodshed has been publishing the best romantic and erotic BDSM and spanking fiction on the Internet. Before there were eBooks, there was Bethany's! More than a decade later, The Woodshed is Blushing Books exclusive preview site, and is still going strong delivering the best, orginial stories - now with two updates a week. We guarantee at least 40,000 words of brand new, professionally written stories each week - by all your favorite authors, plus at least 20 completed books when you join. Carolyn Faulkner, Maren Smith, Starla Kaye, Pagie Tyler, Joannie Kay, Abigail Webster, Sullivan Clarke, Fiona Wilde, Breanna Hayse, Korey Mae Johnson, Melinda Barron, Loki Renard ... they're all here, plus many more.

Embrace the spank!

See the stories first at The Woodshed!

http://www.herwoodshed.com

CHAPTER ONE

“Saw your sub come visitin’ at the station today, Kyle,” Jim Evans mentioned casually before taking a sip of ice water. In addition to being another Dom at the Velvet Chains BDSM club, Kyle Sinclair was also a fellow police officer in the same precinct as Jim. They weren’t friends exactly. More like associates who had an occasional beer together. “She in trouble?”

Seated at the bar, Kyle gave a dejected nod without looking up from what Jim believed to be a scotch on the rocks. “Yeah, you could say that.”

It had been a while since Jim had seen Kyle’s little sub at the club. He’d always considered her an attractive bundle of fun, and one he’d like to top, if Kyle would let him. “You intendin’ to do a punishment scene with her tonight?”

Kyle sighed, sounding depressed. “Looks that way.”

Shoving his hands into the rear pockets of his black slacks, Jim rocked back on his heels, preferring to stand at the bar, rather than sit. “Mind if I watch?”

“Not at all,” Kyle answered, appearing … relieved. “In fact….”

Jim stood up straighter. “What? You lookin’ to make a party of it?”

Kyle shook his head. “I’m looking to find her another Dom. Daniel tried to work with her and so did Greg, but I don’t think they were strict enough to meet her needs.”

Jim’s eyebrow rose. “A bit of a hellion, eh?”

“She can be. She can also be a sweet submissive if she’s mastered properly. It’s just …. I’ve met someone else….”

“Got it. So, tell me a little about your sub, and when she gets here, I’ll put her through her paces to check how she responds to me. If I’m pleased, I’ll most likely want to scene with her. I should know within a half-hour whether or not I think we’ll click.”

“Thanks,” Kyle said, relief evident in his voice. “I really appreciate this, Jim.”

* * * *

After he finished talking to Kyle, Jim strode over to a darkened corner a few feet back to watch how the pretty blonde greeted her Dom without realizing she was being observed. When they spoke, Kyle had said Kelly Franklin liked pain. She preferred Doms who were strict and punished severely. However, that actually surprised Jim.

He’d seen the little filly in action before, and she hadn’t looked like a pain slut at all. She’d been feisty enough to mouth off at Kyle a couple of times, and though Kyle had been quick to correct her, he wasn’t overly strict. In fact, if she needed to be mastered with pain, Jim didn’t think Kyle was giving Kelly enough of what she required. It wasn’t always easy to determine what a submissive really needed, unless a Dom worked with her directly, mainly because of all the role playing involved in BDSM.

When he’d seen Kelly alone, either waiting for Kyle or after he’d left, she’d looked a bit lost and uncertain. More than once, the Dom in him yearned to offer the lonely-looking sub reassurance and comfort, except she’d scurried away like a terrified coney every time she saw him approach. The lady, it seemed, was afraid to even talk with him. He knew he had a sour puss at times, but he didn’t think he looked that scary.

Had she been free, Jim would have pressed a little harder to corner her. He liked the thought of mastering Kelly Franklin. The occasional flash of sassiness he’d seen in her had him itching to put her over his knee, and she had just enough sweetness and curves to make him want to taste, touch and fuck every inch of her. But when he’d last seen her, Kelly considered herself Kyle’s, so he’d politely backed off. However, if Kyle was looking to pass her on, Jim was definitely interested. He’d like to sample everything the sweet, little filly had to offer, just not tonight.

Deciding Kyle knew her better, if only because he’d worked with her longer, Jim thought he’d start out rougher than usual, to see how she responded. He liked to be firm with women, not forceful. He liked them submissive, not subservient or scared. And he liked them a little uncertain, so they were never quite sure what he intended to do next.

With his thoughts intently focused on his more erotic inclinations, Jim sensed the moment Kelly arrived and his cock began twitching in its eagerness to possess her. Unfortunately, given his current plan, it would be denied that particular pleasure this evening. She appeared excited and bubbly and he could hear her infectious laughter from where he stood. He smiled, finding he enjoyed its clear bell-like quality, and couldn’t help feeling a small tinge of regret that his actions would be bringing it to a quick end.

Her golden blond hair hung in soft, gentle waves that beckoned for the caress of a man’s fingers. She kept it a little longer than shoulder length, which was perfect for him. It looked feminine and lush and enabled her to wear it in many different styles. Tonight she wore it loose and free, which was also good. Made it easier for him to run his fingers through it. She’d put on a short black skirt, which barely covered her butt cheeks, and a skimpy top that exposed her midriff and belly button at the same time it emphasized her tiny waist. Her waist was so small, he could span it with two hands.

She was a bit on the thin side, though not overly so. Both her hips and breasts were generous in size, which meant she was padded in all the right places. And she had a luscious bottom that the mere sight had him salivating with lust. She looked cute, sassy and had a sparkle in her eyes that spoke of a naughty devilment, which dared a man to try to take her in hand. And she’d been in the scene long enough to play the game without coaching, which saved time on training that he preferred to spend in pleasure.

Jim watched closely as Kelly approached Kyle. The vivacious spirit he’d seen earlier was wrapped up and smothered in an air of submissiveness as she knelt before her Dom with a bowed head. She knew she was about to be punished, and appeared more than willing to accept whatever Kyle decided she deserved. Watching her, Jim noticed there wasn’t a trace of unease in her slender body, and though he admired her grace and form, she was a little too calm and accepting of her fate for his taste. That meant Kyle’s displeasure didn’t make her the least bit anxious, which wasn’t at all good in Jim’s mind. She should be properly submissive, but very worried right now about what was going to happen to her, not relaxed as if she’d come to get a back massage. Still, he had to admit she was an awfully pretty sub.

Walking over when Kyle gave him a nod, Jim ran his fingers through Kelly’s silky, soft hair. Then, before she could turn to see who touched her, he fisted his hand in the golden strands and gave a firm yank to pull her head back as he stared down at her with a frown. She swallowed her yelp with a wince, then started to raise her hands to his in protest when her eyes widened with shock. The little gasp that emerged when she recognized who was taking control, satisfied him immensely. Then those small slender hands of hers dropped down to her sides in obedient submission.

Good, she remembered him. And she wasn’t quite as relaxed now, was she? Even so, he was pleased when she remained properly submissive under what he knew was somewhat painful handling.

“What’s your name, sub?” he demanded in full Dom mode.

“Kelly, sir,” she answered in a frightened, yet still lovely voice.

“Well, Kelly, I’m Master James, and I prefer subs to address me as either Master or Sir. Think you can do that, girl?”

“Yes, Sir,” she replied sharply, giving a tentative swallow.

“Very good. Master Kyle has given you to me tonight, so you and I are gonna go over by the cross for a few minutes, where you’ll strip for me then properly present yourself for my inspection. If I am satisfied with your performance, I’ll most likely chain you up for a bit while I do some further exploring. Then we’ll see where we go from there. What’s your safe word, Kelly?”

“Banana, sir,” Kelly answered, breathless and more than a little overwhelmed by Jim’s agenda for her.

He shook his head, preferring his sub’s word be short and easily said, since he tended to move quickly. “Too many syllables, sub,” he informed her with a frown. “I want you to come up with something shorter by the time I’m ready to put you in chains. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir,” she answered with a crisp snap in her voice, which also pleased him.

“Good, girl.” Giving her hair a firm yank, he signaled for her to stand. She yelped and instinctively grabbed his wrists in protest, but he stopped her with another firm shake of his head. “Hands down, Kelly, and eyes front.”

“Yes, Sir,” she replied, her uncertainty growing as she lowered her hands and tried to keep tears from welling in her lovely blue eyes. Then she made her first real mistake by risking a tearful glance back at Kyle.