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"Say Hold" a sex story by Eleanor Jewel
What did I say? Huh?” he reached back and gave my rump a gentle slap. He was obviously confused about how bad a little girl I really was. I looked up from my kneeling position, his cock centimeters from my lips, and gave him my most peevish I’ll do whatever I want pout. I stuck out my tongue like an obstinate child and licked the tip. His eyes rolled back, body shuttering, for one triumphant moment I thought I had him. In an instant he’d grabbed my ponytail, pulled my head back, reached back and cracked his hand across my ass so hard I let out a shocked squeal, my eyes tearing up from that sweet sting.
“Just your lips my little cock whore, or do I need to spank you harder so you get it right this time?" I loved this moment. Because that question wasn’t rhetorical, it was loaded, but not rhetorical. It wasn’t so much whether or not I wanted to be spanked; it was seeing in his eyes how much he wanted me to misbehave, to be a bad little girl that needed to be punished. No matter how strict his tone became or demanding he would get, his eyes gave it all away…he needed this as much as I did.
He gently rubbed the tip of his cock against my lips…locking his eyes with mine, waiting to see if I was ready to comply or if I’d need another lesson. I always was a bit of a slow learner. I was so excited to be kneeling before this man. If you’d told me just a few hours ago that I’d be crawling around on all fours being disciplined like a child I would’ve laughed…or fired you.
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“Jesus, another training? It’s like she gets off on making us miserable. That woman seriously needs her gears greased, you know what I mean? I think she’s just trying to torture us!”
"You know that really doesn’t sound like a bad idea, Marie." Marie’s coworkers had been motioning for her to shut up the moment I rounded the corner of the hallway. Marie, being about as observant as a naked mole rat, didn’t notice that the she she had been referring to had crossed the length of the tile floor, and now stood behind her with a nasty smile on her face. That her, being me…her boss.
"I’m…oh, wow…Dr. Helding I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean…I mean I did, but…I’m sure the training is necessary and we really…”
I was enjoying this. Perhaps that’s completely sadistic and somewhat cruel but watching this girl stammer like a shocked idiot; eyes wide like a possum in late night headlights, was priceless.
“…and I’m sure learning new techniques to restrain our patients—“
“Marie, we don’t use the word restrain anymore remember? Do you remember the word we use?" After all, she needed to be taught a lesson, perhaps even be a lesson to her fellow staff members.
“Oh…yes…we learned it at our last meeting…umm…hold, we say hold now." The pathetic part was that she actually looked quite pleased with herself at that moment. Well good for her…I was getting bored. “Excellent, Marie. It’s very important, for both ethical and legal reasons that we maintain the utmost professionalism for both our patients and our visiting instructors. I’m very pleased to see that the trainings you’ve attended have sunk in and hope that you retain and incorporate as much as you can from this training; it is a very important one.”
“Of course, absolutely, yes…Dr. Helding.”
“Have a Good Morning Marie, see you all in fifteen, in the large conference room.”
“Oh, and Marie?” I said with delicate sweetness.
“Yes, Dr. Helding?”
“Would you mind running over there now? The instructors might need help moving the tables and chairs out for extra space, Thanks!" Yes, that was a bit much, but I couldn’t help myself. In all honesty, I actually agreed with Marie. We had been notified by the big old white men in charge at County that quality-of-service to our patients would be changing. Words like restraint, punishment, and seclusion had been changed to hold, redirection, and time out. These procedures were only used in the most dangerous situations as a last resort to protect both the patient—I mean “client”—and the staff member. I suppose I just liked calling a spade a spade. You can be as politically correct as you like but you’re still asking a part-time graduate student/full-time employee to help feed “Chomper” his pizza rolls and juice for $8.50 an hour. Marie was also right about another thing…how long had it been since I’d gotten laid? Work had just been so consuming over the last couple of years. A pitiful, year-old memory of Tony Jordenson and I cramped and naked in the instrument storage closet during my high school reunion flashed in my mind, just long enough to make me feel sick.
I grabbed a water bottle, changed into some sweats and headed down the sterile, fluorescent hallway feeling more like a patient than the Director of a Psychiatric Residential Treatment Facility. My pumps and suits always made me feel strong in the building. I loved hearing the clicking of my heels on the tile sounding the alarm to both patients and staff of my arrival. Wearing sweats made me feel frumpy and exposed but the training was hands-on and physical. The large conference room had been cleared and staff members arrived one after another with looks of annoyance and irritation on their pinched little faces. I gave them my biggest smile and greeted each one of them as they came in. I could be a bit of a bitch sometimes, but even I knew the value of perpetuating a positive attitude in a room full of overworked staff one nervous breakdown away from becoming residents without paychecks.
“Good Morning staff, my name is Tony and I’ll be your instructor today. This is Adam; he’s my co-instructor and will be assisting me in demonstrating the new holds you’ll be learning." Tony reminded me of one of those strong men you see in those old circus cartoons; the bald ones with the curled mustaches that wear jaguar-skin, suspender-like, tight body suits. Or perhaps even a bulkier, bald version of Nintendo’s Mario. I was enjoying the image of him bouncing onto a Goomba mushroom when I noticed a small stick bandage on his eyebrow, like he’d recently been in a fight. I was being too harsh. In actuality Tony had no mustache, a strong chiseled chin, a boxer’s build, and a killer smile. I looked around at the female staff members giggling and making their way into tight little groups to quietly chatter about our charismatic instructor.
“First I will demonstrate the hold with my partner and then we will have you get into pairs and practice on each other." This was going to be uncomfortable. I knew damn well that I was attractive, maybe not as tight and blushing as I was in my early 20s but I felt that my early 30s had me looking more…mature. Perhaps my job had me looking a little more stressed around my eyes and mouth and maybe a bit fluffy around my mid-section, but all in all I was a leggy, high-cheek-boned blonde with striking eyes and a smile that could make you forget your own name. So why was it that I always felt like the four-eyed wimpy kid that always got picked last for kickball at these trainings? Perhaps I came on too strong…and I am their boss…but no one likes to be the last one sitting at the middle school dance.
Meanwhile Tony was twisting Adam’s arms around his chest into the first hold making Adam look like a rag doll. Adam couldn’t have been more different than his fellow instructor; small, wiry build, thick black hair with a sprinkling of white and grey around the sides. He was dark and quiet and had a frozen expression of anxiety on his face, like he was perpetually preparing to get hit in the face. His eyes were interesting though…light brown and olive shaped.
The pairing began.
“Nice to meet you Marie…Is everyone paired up and ready for the first hold? Dr. Helding, right? Adam, would you mind pairing up with the Doctor?" Adam gave a shy, tentative smile and joined me in the back of the room; I had tried to find the least visible corner of the room. He was shorter than me and I felt ridiculous. Adam motioned for me to stand behind him. I pushed each of his arms forward, crossed them over his chest and pulled his wrists to the side of his rib cage, and pushed one hip forward against his lower back.
“Good, you just need to make sure you lean me back against that hip so I can’t struggle.” He said.
“Yah, okay, sure.” I’m working on taking criticism.
“My turn.”
“Oh, but you know how to do this, I mean it’s not like you need practice, right?” I ventured.
“It’s helpful to know what it’s like to be the client; to know how comfortable the hold can actually be. It can be…calming.” His voice was so sure, so confident that I was surprised to find myself actually relaxing.
I stepped in front of him, he pushed both of my arms up and over my chest, gripped just above my wrists and pulled them tight. He leaned his right hip into my ass and leaned my body back against his.
“Mmm...” Holy shit! Had that just escaped from my lips? Had I really just moaned in front of a complete stranger? We both froze in that position, not quite knowing what to do. Moments passed in complete terror and tingling anticipation until he moved his hands to get an even tighter grip around my lower forearms, pulling my arms tighter around my breasts, raising me up higher against his body, his hip digging deeper between my ass cheeks.
“Oh god…” a deep sigh followed my whisper and I hung there in his hold completely powerless and exposed
“Has everyone taken turns? Great. Now we’ll be moving to the two-person holds. Into groups of three please. Adam and I will demonstrate on our pretend client here, Marie."
Adam gently let me go. In the split second before he trotted to join his bulking counterpart I saw his face. His expression of anxiety had melted away leaving a look of grave intensity, as though he were about to sit me down and tell me my puppy had just died. I watched the three of them organize into a two-person transport hold, Adam barely taking his eyes off of me during the entire demonstration. There was something more in those eyes than I’d first thought. A desperation that told me he needed to tell me something, or do something…to me?
“Everyone find two partners? Oh…umm…Marie how bout you join that pair over there. Adam and I will pair with the Doc." Don’t look too excited Mr. Tony. I stood on the right side of Tony, Adam on the left and began the hold. I placed my left hand on Tony’s shoulder, my right hand around his wrist and pushed his upper body forward, making his torso parallel to the ground. I pushed my left hip into his and wrapped his right arm around the right side of my body and looked up at Adam for approval.
“Very, very good." Adam said quietly, a proud smile forming on his face. I felt like I was 10-years-old and my father had just commended me on my first straight-A report card. I smiled back and giggled with pleasure. Who am I? Where did the boss go, on break? Something very strange and demeaning was going on here, and it was…delightful.
“Your turn.” Tony said, not noticing the previous exchange.
Adam’s smile faded as I sandwiched myself between the two instructors. Each man placed his inside hand on my shoulders and pushed me gently forward until I was facing the navy colored carpet. They pressed their hips into mine and leaned me forward. I tried to enjoy the moment, as this would probably be the closest I’d ever get to a threesome.
“Can I have everyone’s attention, please” That was definitely not Tony talking.
“We’re demonstrating and practicing these holds under somewhat idealistic circumstances. To further demonstrate the effectiveness of these positions we will attempt to make this situation seem a bit more realistic.”
Adam leaned forward down to my level and brought his lips within an inch of my ear and whispered, “Struggle.” His voice was so steady, so final. It was like a well-lotioned finger dipping into my mind throwing my thinking switch to off. Almost.
“What!?” Please tell me that I had heard him wrong. Please tell me I wasn’t being restrained, I mean held, in front of my entire staff and being asked to struggle and fight like a patient, I mean client.
He bent down to my ear again and whispered “I said struggle. Now." There was no kindness or patience in that voice and yet it was strangely soothing. It was a simple demand that held no doubt that I would comply. I started to wiggle gently, testing the grip of my captors. Their hands tightened around my skin, and their hips pressed more firmly against me. I began to kick and pull, push and jerk against them. I was sending my body into a spasm of panic as I began to realize I had absolutely no way of loosing my body out of their hold. Their bodies were firm and confident, mine making silly little thrusts in vain until I had no energy left to save myself. Once they felt my body give out they loosened their grips and gently helped me to a full standing position. I was sore and flushed, the blood beating in my face as I watched thirty of my staff members staring at me in obvious discomfort and concern. It wasn’t the struggle that had me petrified; it was the realization, as my body slowly reached a semblance of equilibrium, that I was aroused. I could feel warm moisture gathering between my thighs so profusely that even my cotton panties couldn’t absorb it. My nipples were hard and pressing firmly against my sweatshirt. My mouth was watering and I had a very strong impulse to reach into my sweats and relieve the unbearable ache that mounted between my lips with little regard to the audience; in fact that thought had just made the impulse stronger.
“Should we form a line and take turns on your supervisor ladies and gentlemen?" My eyes felt as wide as dinner plates until everyone began chuckling, Tony was good at his job and cracked a few more jokes to relieve the tension. Other participants began forming into groups of three to practice the new hold. I excused myself to the bathroom. I had had my fill of participation. I walked down the hall all the while chanting in my head they didn’t know, no one knew, they were just apprehensive about my reaction to the hold…that’s all. No one knew. That wasn’t entirely correct. As I neared the bathroom door I heard another pair of footsteps join mine on the tile. A sharp pang of fear entered my chest as I went into the bathroom and rushed to the handicapped stall quickly shutting the door behind me. I waited. I heard the main door swing open and someone slowly approach the stall door. I felt like I was in the most intense game of hide and seek a 5-year-old with a nasty imagination for monsters could ever dream up. I was holding my breath.
“Dr. Helding?" It was Adam’s voice.
“Um, yes” What the fuck was he doing in the women’s bathroom?!
“What’s your first name Doctor?”
“Sarah” Why wasn’t I screaming at him? Why wasn’t I shoving him out of the bathroom and calling security? All those impulses were right there and all I could do was hover in front of the sink feeling like I was in big trouble. I was in so much trouble that I might need to be punished. The curiosity and desire was overwhelming so I stayed and waited.
“Sarah. That’s much better. You have a really lovely name. Will you please come out of the stall, Sarah?" His voice was gentle and patient. I didn’t move. I didn’t speak. I just stood there frozen in crystal clear confusion.
“You need to come out of the stall Sarah. You aren’t being very considerate. I’d like to talk to you face to face please." His voice was still gentle but definitely losing its patience. I made no move towards the door. I felt the anxiety and fear building in the pit of my stomach and the tingling growing between my legs.
“You’re being a very bad little girl Sarah. You’re not listening so I’m going to have to teach you a little lesson. Take off your sweat pants, now.”
Almost immediately I pushed my sweatpants down my thighs, over my knees and to the floor and stepped out of them.
“Good listening, Sara, but I’m afraid that doesn’t mean you get out of your lesson. Get down on all fours and crawl to the door." The bathroom floor tile may or may not have been clean and it was cold against my palms and knees. I crawled to the door and waited.
“Very good. Now I want you to scoot your body under the door.”
I looked down at the bottom of the door and realized that I would have to lie down onto the bathroom tile, in my panties, and squirm my way through a space that was no taller than a large shoe box. He sensed my hesitation.
“I didn’t ask you to think, Sarah. I didn’t ask you to do anything. I told you. Now get on your belly and crawl under that door. You’re punishment is getting nastier by the second." My body dropped to the tile and I started to slide and push my body under the door. I grunted and scuttled, sighed and skirted my way under all the while looking up at his stern, unflinching face. He offered no assistance and just watched, amused by my struggle until I started to get up from the floor.
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“No." I stopped. “I didn’t tell you to get up." I locked eyes with him, still on all fours, and waited for my next instruction.
“You have a sweet little mouth Sarah” His voice was very tender. He bent down and ran his thumb over my lips. I smiled my consent. He reached up and began undoing the drawstring on his pants. I could feel the moist flow begin in my pussy again, the excitement rising in my stomach. He shoved his pants and boxers down to his ankles in one unapologetic swoop that left me eye to eye with his beautiful, light brown cock. It was so smooth and the head made a perfect mushroom shape with a touch of pink at the tip. He put his fingers under my chin and tilted my face up so that he could rest his cock on my lips. I started to open my mouth—
“No. Keep your mouth shut. I want you to keep it there on your lips." He gently rubbed the soft skin of his head along my slightly parted lips. My eyes closed and I couldn’t help but let just the tip of my tongue start to caress his cock.
“What did I say? Huh?” he reached back and gave my rump a gentle slap. He was obviously confused about how bad a little girl I really was. I looked up from my kneeling position, his cock centimeters from my lips, and gave him my most peevish I’ll do whatever I want pout. I stuck out my tongue like an obstinate child and licked the tip. His eyes rolled back, body shuttering, for one triumphant moment I thought I had him. In an instant he’d grabbed my ponytail, pulled my head back, reached back and cracked his hand across my ass so hard I let out a shocked squeal, my eyes tearing up from that sweet sting.
Are we all caught up to speed? I’ve just had my hair pulled and my ass slapped by a complete stranger who I paid to instruct my staff and myself. Now that I’ve though about it, I suppose I was getting one hell of a private lesson.
He was rubbing his cock over my lips and we both knew…I wasn’t ready to comply. I opened my mouth and forcefully shoved his cock into the back of my throat, sucking and slobbering in a tantrum of hunger. He moaned loud this time, put his hands against my shoulders, shoved me off of him and wrenched up his pants. He grasped the base of my pony tail and dragged me to the toilet where he sat, pulled me up over his lap, and proceeded to spank me within an inch of coming all over his sweatpants. I was drooling down my chin and ready to squirt when he suddenly stopped.
“No, no, please, please don’t stop…no please, please don’t—"
“Are you going to be good now, Sarah?”
“Yes sir, I promise I’ll be so good. Please, please don’t stop.”
“You’ve been a very bad girl Sarah and I don’t think you deserve to come. You’re going to have to be very good. What is it that you want Sarah?”
“To not…stop”
“I want to hear what you want. Do you understand?”
“I want you to slap my ass.”
“But that’s not all you want, is it?”
“No.”
“What else do you want, Sarah?”
“Your cock.”
“Very good, and where do you want my cock, Sarah?”
“In my pussy.”
“So what is it what you want exactly?”
I was whining now. I had lost all rational, cohesive thought “I want you to slap my ass and fuck my little pussy with your hard cock.”
“Ohhhh, very, very good girl Sarah." He guided me back to all fours on the floor and got on his knees behind me. I felt him gently move my panties to the side and lap the moisture off my clit with his tongue. “Just what a good girl should taste like…sweet and warm." He then very, very slowly pulled my panties down and sighed with admiration at my emerging ass. He gently kissed each cheek and pulled his pants to the bottom of his knees. My thighs were covered in my own wet, I was trying to keep from drooling, and my body was shaking with need.
He pressed the head of his cock against my opening. He reached his right hand up and over my hip sliding his fingers down my belly and straight to my slit, rubbing my swollen clit. But, he didn’t penetrate. He kept kneading and playing with my clit while his cock just hovered at the entrance of my pussy. I couldn’t take it. I bucked back trying to engulf his swollen cock. He dodged and kept rubbing, again resting the tip of his cock at my opening. I moaned with frustration.
“What do you want, Sarah?”
“I want your—“
“—I want you to beg.”
“Please, please, please, I need it so bad. I’ll do anything, I’ll be such a good girrr—"
He plunged inside me like a dull knife through warm butter and my pussy melted all over his cock. I moaned like a whore as he pulled out to the tip and plunged deep over and over to make me feel the whole length of his cock from base to tip. It was sweet torture. With each thrust he pulled all the way out before he would plunge back in, to remind me of the now cavernous opening he was filling and how painful that emptiness could feel. I was wailing uncontrollably now, only a very small voice at the base of my brain was hoping the sound would resemble one of the many unique and unabated calls of our clients throughout our hallways. My ass was slapping against him, his fingers digging into the sides of my cheeks, his head catching the deepest parts of me in a dull, aching, wonderful pain. My spit rolled over the top of my lower lip, my ass bouncing off his groin with a greater fervor every second, still taking him all the way out and back in again until that overpowering surge shot through my body. I was convulsing against him, my pussy in spasms and my spit making a line to the tile floor. As my mind began to clear and a pleasant satiation spread through my body I could feel him pull his cock out onto the top of my ass and shoot a warm trail of cum almost up to the space between my shoulder blades. I waited patiently for instruction.
He reached beside the toilet and gathered up a few squares of toilet paper and gently, but thoroughly, cleaned the length of my back, careful not to leave even a hint of moisture. He then gathered more and wiped down my thighs and between the lips of my pussy. He was so gentle and methodical about my cleaning that I couldn’t help but smile and blush. Once he felt he’d done a sufficient job he kissed each of my cheeks and pulled my panties back up and over my ass. He cleaned himself, pulled up his pants, walked to the front of me and offered me a hand. His hand was firm but I still stumbled getting up. My knees were all red and I was very sore from being prone so long on hard tile. He looked down at my swollen knees and gave me a chiding look as though saying, I told you to be careful on your bicycle, now you’ve scraped up your knees. I hope you’ve learned your lesson. He sat me down on the toilet tenderly rubbing my knees and sliding my sweats back on.
“Will you be available to discuss follow up sessions after the training today Mr. Adam?” I said; standing and walking towards the bathroom door.
“Perhaps if you’ve been a good girl I can spare a few minutes.”
“That’s too bad.” I said with my most disappointed of frowns. “I had no intention of being good, in fact I planned on being very, very naughty.”
“In that case I’ll be available for further instruction immediately after the training and the rest of the evening.” He said and smiled.
“Good. We are paying you very well for this Workshop Mr. Adam so I will expect you back in the conference room within the next five minutes." I walked back to the conference room feeling like the boss…no heel tapping required.
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Copyright December 2011, Eleanor Jewel
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