Bring on the geeks

Unsurprisingly, Kim was dressed to please when I arrived, yesterday evening. She was also very keen, to please in other ways and was on her knees, unzipping me, as soon as the door was closed. I did not speak as she got to work.

It was her who spoke first. Looking up at me, she said, "perhaps I should be punished for yesterday?"

I raised my eyebrows. "Are you really sure that you want to play that game?" I asked.

"I'm sure," she said. No smile, no laugh. Instead, a look of anxious sincerity.

"Okay, just remember that you asked," I said. She nodded.

I took a fistful of hair from the nape of her neck and pulled her up onto her feet. Then, still holding the fist of hair, I guided her up the stairs and into the bedroom. I put her face-down onto the bed and rummaged around in the draws of the dresser, to find some stockings or tights. I secured each wrist with a stocking tied as tightly as practicable. I started to spank her with my hand, carefully gauging her reaction as I did so. She squirmed a bit and her buttocks were reddening but it was still clearly playful.

"Not hard enough for you, slut?" I asked.

"No," she said in a barely a barely audible whisper.

"I can't hear you!" I said. "Do you want it harder? Speak up?"

"Yes," she said. She could hardly get the word out, such was her anxiety.

"Perhaps I should use my belt on you? Do you want that?" I asked.

"Yes."

"Yes what?" I persisted.

"Yes, I want you to use your belt," she said. I was tempted to press on to get her to say 'please' and 'Sir' but I didn't want to push her too far.

Now, a belt can be a very severe tool, even on someone experienced. I was, therefore,  pretty gentle; though it probably didn't feel that way to Kim. After about a dozen strokes, I was tempted to take her anally; something I hadn't yet done. But, again, intuition told me not to go too far, too quickly. I kissed her neck, her shoulders and then kissed up her arms to her wrists, untying first one and then the other.

As I rolled her over to face me, I could see that her eyes were slightly moist and her face had a faraway look. Though it was a physically mild experience, it had obviously been an emotionally intense experience for Kim. I held her gently and entered her similarly gently. I wanted to be tender but was important to associate the intense emotions, from the spanking, with sex and not something separate. I told her I loved her and made love to her slowly, until she came back from her daydream, when we fucked to a climax. This time it was Kim's turn to say "I love you."

After that we ate, drunk some wine and fucked some more, until it was too late for me to go home.

***

This morning, I asked Kim if I could use her PC, to check my email. She told me that I could use her work laptop but that it was old and very slow. I asked about the large-screened Sony PC I had seen in one of the rooms off of the landing.

"That's John's PC," she said, "but it's password protected. God knows why?"

"Maybe he's got something to hide?" I said, sounding jokey.

"I don't know. He said it's to stop me and the kids from messing it up but I would love to know what he gets up to on a Friday night," said Kim.

"How old is the PC?" I asked.

Kim's expression told me that she thought this an odd question but she answered anyway. "He bought in the January sale," she said. Probably Windows 7 or Vista, at worse, I thought.

Now, I am not technical but I know someone who is. The Geek is a subject who is a partner in a large international management consultancy. Ordinarily, a partner in that sort of firm would have left his technical skills a long way behind, as he moved up the ranks. The Geek, however, manages a practice that specialises in stuff like security and something he calls forensics. He's still an über-geek. Even if he cannot help personally, he has loads of socially inadequate pointy-heads, who work for him, that he can enlist to help me when I need something geeky.

I fancy that tomorrow, Kim will get her wish and find out what John does on a Friday night.