Meeting James – Chapter 6: James and Melanie Explore Sin City

True story: Meeting James – Chapter 6: James and Melanie Explore Sin City

by melanieatplay

My eyes started to open as the fog began to lift. I looked around, confused by my surroundings and I fought through the grogginess. It started to make sense now, I had fallen asleep. Slowly, the events of the afternoon started to play back in my mind. Our wonderful reunion sex, revealing my embarrassing childhood spankings, our fight, OH MY GOD… the spanking James gave me, and even worse than that, we had anal sex.

How mortifying, I thought. My first instinct was to try to find my clothes so I could sneak out. No, I can’t do that, I have to talk to James and we have to work this out. There has to be some resolution to this line that we crossed so everything can go back to normal.

I lifted my head up off the huge pillow and I saw James staring at me. He was sitting down at a small round Victorian style table that was in the corner of the master bedroom and was slowly sipping some type of alcoholic beverage. He must have been watching me sleep because I could tell he was wide awake and he must not have fallen asleep like I did. He was wearing one of the bathrobes that I saw hanging in ‘his’ bathroom attached to the master bedroom. I looked at the bedside clock, it was almost five in the afternoon and I was surprised that I had slept that long.

Gianna and I stayed up pretty late the night before having sex because we knew we wouldn’t see each other for a couple of days, but my long nap had a lot less to do with the night before and a lot more to do with the traumatic afternoon I had with James.

I felt fine before I went to sleep, so what had changed that made me feel so self-conscious now?

He finally spoke and his voice startled me.

“Why don’t you come over here and sit down so we can talk,” he said, in a low tone.

The tension was thick. I hated that I felt tense around him. It shouldn’t be like this, it can’t be like this, I thought. Why did I feel so unsure of myself?

I began to speak hesitantly.

“May I use the bathroom first?” I said as if I was verbally walking on eggshells.

“Of course,” he said, giving me a puzzled look.

For whatever reason, my first instinct was to use the sheet to cover up. A huge portion of the time I had spent with James I wasn’t wearing clothes and he had seen me naked more times than I could count. Why did I feel the need to cover up?

I started to slide across the bed, but then instantly lifted my ass up off the sheets. The painful result of our earlier battle of wills wasn’t lost on my very well spanked ass.

As I got to my feet and took my first step, I felt some pain and it reminded me of the morning that I had worked out while James had slept, only this felt a whole lot worse. The rough anal sex that we had earlier was coming back to haunt me I thought.

I walked naked across the bedroom with my eyes on the floor. I could feel James’ eyes on me as I entered the ‘hers’ bathroom. Once I was done using the toilet, I turned around, away from the mirror, and looked over my shoulder. Thankfully some of the redness was going away, but I could still see some of James’ hand prints on my ass. I shook my head in disbelief. What did I let him do to me?

I felt like a disgusting mess. He had come in me twice and I wanted to take a shower so bad.

Should I make him wait by showering? What if he got upset? I felt tears start to form in my eyes and I quickly wiped them away. I felt like an emotional wreck, but there was no way I was going to let him see me cry.

I put on one of the bath robes and hesitantly stepped out into the master bedroom. James’ eyes met mine as I sheepishly walked towards him.

“Are you okay?” I could hear the concern in his voice.

“I’m okay,” I said quietly, as I looked down, unable to look him in the eyes.

“I can feel your apprehension Melanie and we need to talk about what happened,” he said.

“Okay,” I said, still looking down.

“Can you tell me how this started?” he said.

Thank you, James, I thought sarcastically. The last thing I want to do is play back the events of the afternoon in mind, and then make myself even more uncomfortable by talking to you about them.

I paused for a moment.

“I called you a name and then you spanked me,” I said softly, looking into his eyes.

“No Melanie. You told me about your childhood and the discipline that you received from your father, and I made the comment that you were submissive.”

“No James, that’s not true, I…”

I thought about it for a few seconds. Oh my, God, he’s right!

James continued to speak slowly as if emphasizing every word.

“There is nothing wrong with being submissive Melanie. Being submissive is what attracted me to you the night we met. I’ve always had to be in control of everything that goes on around me, it’s just who I am and I have to have people around me who can accept that. We will take things slow, but you have to be willing to bend to my will.”

I looked down, feeling so embarrassed. I didn’t even want to admit what I was going to say next to myself, much less to him.

“The things I like James, like being spanked, it’s not normal and I don’t know how to process what you did to me or deal with my feelings that arose when I woke up a few minutes ago,” I said honestly.

“First, we are two consenting adults Melanie. ‘Normal’ is whatever you and I choose to do together in this room.“

I contemplated his statement as he continued to speak.

“Second, tell me what you were feeling when you woke up,” he said, sipping his drink.

“I felt uneasy James and unsure of myself. Your hand prints are still in my ass and I’m…. I’ve never been this sore after sex.”

“You’ll be fine. It’s something you’ll get used to, just like regular sex.”

I looked down, embarrassed by his statement.

“I feel like you are opening up a whole new world for me James and that’s exhilarating, but it’s also scary.”

He looked into my eyes.

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes I do, I said honestly.

I trusted James from almost the instant that I met him.

“Then we will be fine”

“I can introduce you to many new things Melanie. Some of which you will have a say in, and we can discuss and find common ground.” He paused momentarily before he continued, “Other things will not be negotiable.”

My eyes opened wide with that statement. I trusted him, but, maybe there was some lingering doubt in my mind.

“Can I ask you something?” I said softly.

“Of course, you can.”

“Can you give me an example of something that’s not negotiable?”

He thought for a moment.

“Yes, I have a twenty-page list that I will print out for you,” he said, smiling.

My mouth curved upwards in a small smile, he could be such a smart ass.

He thought for a moment.

“When we are together Melanie, I don’t want you wearing any type of pants or shorts.” He paused momentarily then continued, “Aside from your workout attire, you’ll wear only dresses and skirts.”

I was okay with this because most of the time, that’s the type of clothes I wore anyway and the majority of the clothes he bought me were dresses and skirts and I just assumed that’s what he liked.

“Also, when we are out, I don’t want you wearing any type of pantie or thong.”

This one shocked me a bit. I always wore at least a thong under my clothes and when I am on my period, I wear panties. I was apprehensive but decided not to fight him on this. Not wearing underwear was something I thought I could get used to and I had a feeling I needed to save my objections for bigger issues that I knew would be on the horizon.

“Are you okay so far?” He said sternly.

“Yes, I can live with that James,” I said hesitantly.

“For now, the only other example of a non-negotiable item is the removal of your pubic hair.”

My jaw dropped open in shock. Since high school, I had trimmed and I normally had a small ‘landing strip’ of hair above my vagina. I knew shaving smooth was getting popular as many of the girls I hooked up with, including Gianna, shaved their pubic hair. I also remembered that my high-school girlfriend and I shaved everything a couple of times just for something different. I wasn’t by any means advocating a return to the 1970’s style bushes, that I saw in my dad’s stack of Playboys that he kept hidden in the back of his closet, but keep it shaved off all the time?

“You want me to keep it all shaved off?” I said in a horrified tone.

“No,” he said. “Starting next week you’ll be going to a dermatologist’s office and they use a laser. You’ll get between five and seven treatments until nothing grows back.”

I was shocked and barely able to speak.

“What if I want hair there sometime in the future?” I said in an appalled tone.

“It’s permanent Melanie. I’ve been told the laser destroys the hair follicles. They are also going to treat the areas around your lips and anus.”

My mouth dropped open in shock.

“I’ll also pay for them to remove the hair on your legs and underarms if you wish. But the removal of the hair around your pussy and ass is not negotiable.”

I thought about his demand for several minutes and I was very apprehensive, but in the end, I relented. For whatever reason, he needed this from me to be happy and he had been so generous with me financially, I felt that I didn’t have the right to fight him on this.

“Are you okay with that Melanie?”

“Yes,” I said softly.

He looked at me approvingly as I stood up from the table.

“Would you like a bottle of water?” I asked.

“Yes, please,” he said.

I walked to the mini bar and grabbed two bottles of water. When I was returning to the table he was dropping ice cubes into his glass and refilling it with some type of whiskey. I handed him the bottle of water and sat down across from him and took a sip of my water and thought for several minutes.

He took a sip of his whiskey and looked into my eyes and spoke.

“What are you thinking about?”

“You said some very cruel things to me earlier,” I said hesitantly, not wanting to make him mad again.

He thought for a moment.

“Some of the things I said earlier were very harsh, but that doesn’t make them any less true.”

He paused.

“What you did concerning your clothes purchases and partying might not have been smart choices, but worse things have been done by college kids,” he said smiling.