by Cyan
Copyright 2008 by Cyan
All Rights Reserved; No Redistribution.
"Great", I said to Emily, answering her not-unexpected question. How are things going with the new guy?
I sensed her attention rise. But I certainly hadn't revealed anything. "Explain," she said, looking determined.
Perhaps I had let the issue show in my response. "Honest," I said, which was absolutely true. Daniel was the best thing that had happened to me in a long time, there was no denying that.
Emily did not look convinced. My heart sank, but then I should have figured I'd be confiding this to Emily. Things always end up that way. "There is one issue," I admitted.
Emily relaxed. It's her way to encourage me to open up, I know. And it works. "It's something he wants me to do," I said.
"Like what?" said Emily. She was certainly ignoring any signs that I was reluctant to talk about this.
"He wants--oral."
Emily looked at me quizzically. "So what's the issue?" she finally said.
I wondered how I'd missed ever revealing this point, to Emily of all people. I said nothing and watched understanding dawn in her face. "Naturally," she said, "you don't do oral." I considered whether I should feel put upon. Naturally? Why should Emily consider it natural that I wouldn't? Well, she did know me rather well, and I did suppose I tended to be uptight. "Right?" she said.
"Yes," I confirmed.
"And dear Daniel has a problem with that," said Emily.
"He doesn't seem to understand," I admitted. I didn't believe this was going to halt things between us, but I did hate to be saying no to him so soon.
"And you want to keep this going," Emily said.
"Well, yes," I said, stating the obvious.
"And you can't simply do it, despite your reluctance? Have you tried? Have you ever done it?"
"I can't make myself."
Emily looked thoughtful. "Do you like receiving?"
"Yes," I admitted. I hoped I wasn't too warm in my answer: it is a weakness of mine.
Emily looked like she saw that. "And how well does he do?"
Of course that was another issue, though hardly as serious as Daniel's frustration with me. "We don't do that."
"So Daniel won't do it, but expects you to?"
"No, it's not that," I said, quickly. "I've never asked him."
"Well," said Emily. "Since you like it so much, simply tell him you'll do it if he does you." If it were that simple. "Then you'll have that necessary extra incentive," she added, as if I needed more explanation. She must have read my face once again because she said, "but even then, you wouldn't be able to get yourself to do it." She sounded exasperated.
"I just can't," I said, and wondered if I sounded like I was whining.
"Well," said Emily, "I suppose you two will have to do without."
"Daniel's not happy," I pointed out. I'd been sure he was hiding disappointment. That was the problem.
Emily looked thoughtful again. "Well, there is one way to get yourself to do it. Willingly."
"What?" I said, feeling almost like I hadn't understood her. But I had, and wondered what she could be talking about.
"You say you can't, and yet you're worried about saying no to him so much," she said. "You need a way to make yourself willing."
"Well, yes," I found myself saying, feeling reluctant about whatever Emily was ging to say, for reasons I couldn't quite place.
"What you need to do is get Daniel to spank you."
"What?"
"Just that. Then you'll be willing. You'll even ask to do it."
I simply stared at her. Emily could come out with some wild things on occasion, but this time I couldn't comprehend how she could figure such a thing. "Are you joking?" I finally said.
She laughed a little, but obviously wasn't. "You see," she said, "the problem is your pride. Oh, I know you're convinced it's the ick factor, but believe me, if your pride wasn't standing squarely in the way, your aversion wouldn't stop you for a second. And the surest way of solving your pride problem is a spanking."
"You must be joking," I repeated.
She laughed harder. "I know you," she said. "You hang on to your dignity so tightly, you miss life's delicious moments. Get him to spank you, which doesn't involve your little phobia, and you can't possibly remain proud. And a chink in that pride is all it will take. You'll be begging for anything he wishes. It's your nature to want to please him."
I stared at her. I admit Emily can be amazingly astute, so I couldn't figure out how she could be so wrong-headed about this. It made no sense. There was no way I'd get into something like a spanking. And what would Daniel think of such a suggestion? Spankings? "If you're wise, you'll make yourself give it a try," she said. Her smile made her look as if she knew a secret.
It was so totally insane.
* * *
I looked down at Daniel's feet. "Again," he said, raising my chin with his finger. "What do you want?"
"May I suck your cock?" I said, for the fifth time. He appeared to want to call attention to exactly what I was saying. It was so humiliating. "Please?" I added.
I remained kneeling, still naked. Obviously, I knew he would let me, in the end. Like always.
God, my ass was sore.
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