Michaels, Skye - Kelly's Challenge [Le Club 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Skye Michaels Page A

a “Mistress.” “You get to be the ‘Domme’ for one day each year. You have all year long to plan your one day. Just remember, as the Domme it is your responsibility to take care of your sub and his needs, to be fully in charge. Furthermore,” he said very seriously, “this is strictly between you and me. You are not to tell your girlfriends or anyone else. If I get a whiff from the guys that they know about this, believe me, you will not be sitting down comfortably for a good long while, and you know I am perfectly capable of following up on that threat.”
    “Do you really mean it? I can be the Mistress?” she asked in a thrilled whisper. “I have wanted to try that for a while.”
    Paula had been nagging relentlessly for the opportunity to be “on top,” and of course, as Dom, Trent had informed her that he did not “bottom.” He was making a supreme sacrifice to agree to be her submissive, even for one day.
    “Just remember, it’s not as easy as you think it is. There is a great deal of responsibility that goes along with the power. Your time starts now and ends at midnight, so change into your outfit and let’s get started, Mistress.”
    “Ohhhh kay!” she squealed as she scrambled off the bed and began changing into the black leather outfit in the box. “Let me just say, before I get into ‘Mistress’ mode, thank you, Trent. I know it takes a lot of courage to switch places and I appreciate that you would do this for me. Now, sub, strip!”
    “Yes, my Mistress. As you command,” he said with an inward sigh of trepidation as he took off his jeans and shirt. What have I let myself in for? I know she has never fully forgiven me for that spanking I gave her that first weekend we were together. This may be the longest few hours of my life!
    She gave him one smart, stinging slap on his rock-hard ass and yelped. “Owwww. That hurt,” she said as she shook her small hand in dismay.
    “That’s why Dommes carry crops, silly,” he said. “Discipline comes with a price on both sides, you know. Do you think my hand has never stung?” he asked with a grin. He had certainly given her enough slaps on the butt! Paula tried to calm her nerves. She had to think quickly about what it was she most wanted to do and how to handle this opportunity. This was one of those “be careful what you wish for” situations. Trent could see that she was really unprepared, which might work to his advantage, or maybe not. He would bet that next year she would be ready! Trent assumed the slave position at Paula’s feet, on his knees, sitting back on his heels, legs spread wide, and hands behind his back. In other words, totally open and vulnerable. This really changes the power dynamic. He still felt the red handprint on his butt. His cock was standing at attention as well. He had wondered privately if he would be able to sustain an erection in these circumstances, but apparently that was not going to be a problem, he thought with relief as he looked up at Paula in her Domme apparel. She really does look adorable , he thought. But she won’t be so adorable if she puts that crop across my ass. I’d better be damn obedient!
    “As I understand the dominant position in the relationship, it is my responsibility to take care of my sub, to provide whatever he needs for stimulation, pleasure, discipline, and safety, all of his emotional needs, in exchange for his unconditional obedience to my commands,” Paula said, realizing that this was a really huge responsibility if she took it seriously. “I assume your ‘hard limits’ are the same as mine, no whipping or extreme bondage?” she asked. “Answer me, sub, use the words, communicate.”
    “Yes, Mistress, those are my limits as well,” he responded, eyes down.
    “Look me in the eyes when you answer me, sub,” she said in a sharp voice.
    “Yes, Mistress,” he said as he raised his eyes to her face.
    “Get on the bed, spread-eagle position, face up,” she