Just Because: Originally published to Adult Backwash Saturday May 11, 2002
Chris gasped in pain and surprise as his body was shoved into the wall. The newspaper and groceries fell to the floor. He thought he heard something break. Someone grabbed his hands and securely fastened them in front of him. When he attempted to look back, he was forced to the floor, held down by someone sitting on him. The breath knocked out of him, he could only try to buck off his attacker.
“Stay!” He stopped at the stern command from his Governess. But his mind worked, trying to decide if she had any reason to be angry with him. He could think of no infraction of her rules. He had done all the dishes last night. He had swept the kitchen floor just this morning before leaving for work. Every room was clean and tidy. He hadn’t missed a morning bike ride or eaten anything fatty for lunch in ages. He certainly had not shown her any kind of disrespect.
“Owww!” She grabbed his hair and yanked his head up. She pulled viciously and said nothing just kept his head in her grip. Chris began to wonder if he had missed an assignment somehow. Desperately he tried to think of anything he could have done or not done to have displeased his Governess.
A silky hood was pulled over his head. He could breathe and see dim outlines of the room and bigger furniture through the fabric. She tied it loosely around his neck.
“Please Governess your little boy doesn’t understand why you are angry with him.” Chris asked through the hood. His Governess was not one to punish him without cause. He had only asked about her ideas for punishment out of curiosity. Could she have taken it to mean he wanted more forcefulness from her?
“Stand! Do not speak again.” She stayed on his back, her knees tightly gripping his waist and her arms around his neck. Chris stood his Governess stayed on his back. She pushed her feet through his looped arms. Chris used his forearms to support her thighs. “Good boy.” She said in that soft voice that sent pleasurable shivers to Chris’s most sensitive parts.
“Trot!” She shouted, striking the back of his thigh with something hard and thin. Chris stepped forward in surprise. The next strike caught him just under his bottom cheek. He began a trotting as commanded.
“Turn left!” She ordered. Chris did, trying to go carefully, afraid of tripping over something and sprawling full length on the floor. If he fell, he was afraid of hurting his Governess as well. His Governess directed him around all obstacles. He thought he could get the hang of this horseplay. All he had to do was listen to her commands and keep a firm hold on her thighs. Chris could feel her bouncing up and down on his back. Her thighs gripped his waist and Chris was beginning to enjoy the sensation and the naughty thoughts that came to his mind.
“Faster! Gallop boy!” His Governess gave him light swats at each command. “Turn right!”
She continued directing him around the house with her commands to turn and use various horse gaits. She smacked the backs of his thighs until they were well beyond the stingy stage. The faster pace was harder and he was getting out of breath. His back was beginning to tire too. How long was she going to keep this up?
Finally she shouted “Whoa!” Chris was glad to stop galloping and just enjoy her thighs clamped around his waist. “Kneel down now little boy” Chris carefully knelt not wanting to let his Governess fall.
The hood was tossed off, the restraints on his wrists followed. When he could see his Governess, her eyes were dancing with laughter. She grinned up at him with her usual devilment and said, “It’s your night to make dinner Chris. But I will allow my noble steed to shower off first.”
She picked up the newspaper on her way, leaving him with the comment, “Wash out your doggie dish, the night is young Chris and we have only just begun.”
Chris was glad he had been wrong about something in the grocery bag breaking. He had decided to go gourmet for dinner that night so he was pleased not to have lost any of his ingredients. He didn’t linger in the shower and quickly put on comfortable clothes before beginning in the kitchen. Governess was sitting on the deck with the newspaper. She knew he liked to read it first. As he passed by the doors to the deck, she made sure to rustle the pages just to torment him.
He brought her a diet coke with ice in a glass. Just to show her he wasn’t really bothered about the newspaper, though he was. From her grin, he knew he wasn’t fooling her. She thanked him for the coke and patted his bottom when he turned to leave.
When dinner was nearly ready Chris returned to the deck to let his Governess know. In her hand she dangled his dog collar and matching leash. Without saying anything he knelt down and waited for her to put them on.
“Nice doggie”, she said, sliding his hair through her fingers. She pulled the collar tight around his neck and held it there a few seconds before buckling it. Two fingers inserted between his neck and the collar checked its fit around his neck. No matter how many times she collared him Governess always checked its fit. It always made Chris feel owned and cared for.
“What have you been working on in there doggie? It smells wonderful.” Taking his leash, she waited for him to stand and follow her into the kitchen. “Candles even!” Governess turned to smile at him, “Are you feeling romantic tonight my little puppy?”
Chris reached out and caressed his Governess’ back, just under her long dark hair. “You always make me feel romantic in one way or another My Lady.”
She laughed, “Careful little man, you know how I feel about your possessive names for me. If you have gotten tired of Governess you can use Lady but never think I belong to you. Actually, something more like Your Wantonness, or Your Loveliness or perhaps something simple like Your Majesty would be a better choice.”
“If it pleases you Your Wantonness”, smiled Chris.
“I think it does” she answered, laughing.
Chris waited at her chair, pulling it out for her when she was ready to sit. He did not push the chair in for her. He knew she did not like that. “May I bring dinner to the table for you now Your Wantonness?” asked Chris.
“You may”, she said. Noticing his dog dish placed at his chair she laughed. “Doggies don’t sit at the table little puppy.” Chris watched as she placed it on the floor by her chair.
Chris gave her his best winning smile, “I am a very well behaved puppy, trained by the best I might add.” Her Wantonness just smiled and shook her head.
Chris brought the dinner dishes to the table. He served Her Wantonness first. When he was finished, she pointed to his doggie dish. With a small sigh of resignation Chris filled his dish and returned it to the floor. With a last look at Her Wantonness, hoping for a reprieve he suspected wasn’t coming; he sat on the floor with the dish in his lap. At least she hadn’t made him put his face in the dish and lap it up from the all fours position this time.
Dinner took awhile. Her Wantonness was in a chatty mood. She told him some of the things she had read in the newspaper, sharing her thoughts. Chris was allowed to rise from the floor to serve her but he returned to the doggie dish on the floor for his own dinner. She played idly with his collar and his hair as she talked. When she appeared to be finished, Chris asked if she would like to be served dessert.
Her Wantonness patted his head “You have been such a good puppy, very well behaved. What did you create for dessert?”
“I thought you might like fruit salad.” Chris began to stand.
“It sounds delicious, fetch it for us doggie.”
Chris brought a glass bowl to the table. Her Wantonness stopped his hand as he was about to serve her. “Sit puppy.”
Chris knelt on the floor with his hands down at his knees. He looked up at Her Wantonness, waiting.
“Beg puppy” she said.
Chris lifted his hands into a doggie begging position. He made little whining noises and gave his best sad puppy look. She laughed and pushed a peach slice between his lips.
Selecting a few of her favourite fruits from the dish, she ignored him while she ate. Chris began making more of the whiny puppy noises to get her attention. At his first bark she hushed him and lightly smacked his nose. She waggled a finger at him which he playfully licked. “What a playful little puppy you are. Can you do any tricks?”
Chris barked once, moved away from the table and somersaulted for her. “Very good little doggie.” She held out another slice of peach for him. Chris licked all the juice from her fingers and sat back to wait for more.
“Thank you for a very pleasing dinner puppy.” Her Wantonness shared some melon from her plate with him. She leaned over the arm of the chair and looked into his eyes. Her kiss was gentle, slow and somehow it seemed a little sad. Her hand cupped his chin as she pulled her face back from his. For a few minutes she said nothing, just looked at his face and caressed the beard stubble on his chin.
“Now little puppy you are going to clean up the kitchen. I am going out for awhile. While I am gone you will not have the TV, radio, computer or anything else on. When your work is done you will tear up the newspaper and spread it over the kitchen floor. Just in case you are not as fully trained as you claim. Once you have done that you will stay there with no distractions.”
She pushed back her chair and removed his leash and the collar. “You will go to bed in the kitchen. I will not see you again tonight.”
“But why Governess? How could I have displeased you?” Chris asked.
“You asked me about harder punishments little man. I decided to grant your wish. I have given you time to enjoy my company, time to be teased, time to laugh with me, time to desire me, time to play rough and soft too, time to enjoy my touch and my voice, time to belong to me and with me. Now I am going to leave you, just because.”