CHAPTER THREE
Liam reluctantly knocked on Caroline’s door. He looked at his watch. 5:59. He was right on time. Just the way she liked it. The door opened slowly. Liam entered and Caroline closed is quickly behind him. She was wearing a transparent grey robe. Liam could see the curvature of her full smooth breasts. He could tell that she was already aroused as her hard nipples where visible through the sheer fabric. Liam’s tongue felt thick with desire. He tried to swallow – hoping that it would help suppress his desire. He needed to talk to Caroline about Mr. Lambert and Nicki but his growing erection wasn’t helping him.
“Go to the basement submissive and undress,” Caroline ordered in an icy voice.
“Caroline I need to talk to you about something. Something happened with Mr. Lambert today in Pre-calc. He questioned me about your program and what we do together.” Liam watched as every muscle in Caroline’s body tensed, but he had to keep going. He couldn’t stop now that the words flowed out of him. “I didn’t tell him anything, but he is definitely suspicious and then this girl Nicki after class came out of nowhere, and she asked me to go to prom and I said yes even though it’s against your rules because she seemed like she really wanted to go and I really didn’t see the harm.” He realized that he had been looking at the ground during his whole speech to Caroline. He was scared to look up, scared to see how Caroline had taken the news. He waited in silence until he couldn’t stand it any longer. Liam slowly raised his gaze and was hit with Caroline’s piercing blue eyes. They were full of constrained rage. He flinched as her expression. They stood there for what seemed like an eternity to Liam. Finally, Caroline broke the silence, “Go to the basement submissive and undress.”
Although the order was the same, the context of situation had completely changed and Liam knew it. He was no longer being rewarded, he was being punished.
As Liam obediently descended the stairs into the basement, he couldn’t help but feel that balance of their relationship was shifting. As hiss confidence grew with being Caroline’s submissive, he realized that lately he had been questioning her orders more and more. In the past, he used to be able to follow them blindly, but lately, he felt a resistance growing within him. He tried to repress thought of disobedience when it came to Caroline. She’d been so good to him. But he couldn’t help himself or the thoughts that kept coming to him, like his current thought right now…that Caroline was being too harsh with her punishment.
Liam slowly undressed, buckled on his sub leather collar, sat cross-legged in the center of the basement, and looked down at the ground. The basement door slowly creaked opened. Liam waited to hear the click, click, click, of Caroline’s heels, but the familiar sound didn’t come.
“Lay face down on the ground.” This was a new order for Liam. Usually, Caroline ordered him to get on the red leather daybed or to stand with his back against the wall, but he’d never been ordered to lay on the ground. Dread slowly seeped into the pit of Liam’s stomach as he laid face down on the ground.
“Without turning over, reach back with your hands and grab your ankles,” her voice instructed coldly.
Liam did as he was told. He bent his knees bringing his ankles to his back towards his butt. With his arms, he reached up behind his back and grabbed his ankles. He felt his back arch and his knees spread apart, naturally exposing his entire genital region. The position was not uncomfortable, but it definitely wasn’t comfortable either.
Click, click, click.
Apparently, he did the position correctly because he heard Caroline’s black stiletto heels click down the stairs. As per usual, Liam had trouble seeing what Caroline was doing and had to rely solely on his ears. Caroline’s order often purposefully made it so that it was hard for Liam to see. Often though, she would just blindfold him.
He heard a clinking noise as she pulled something of her wall of toys. Liam felt Caroline approach. A buzzing energy seemed to radiate of her skin. Liam felt leather cuffs being tightened around his ankles and wrists. His stomach clenched. She was making him completely immobile and completely vulnerable. A shiver went down Liam’s spine. Once she finished tightening all the straps Liam realized that his wrists and ankles had been bound together by a series of intricate leather straps and cuffs.
Click, click, click.
Liam heard Caroline walking back to her wall of toys. When she took something off the wall, he could hear a soft clunk. He swallowed hard and his stomach knotted up. He’d always been nervous during all of their sessions, but he was also always excited too in some way, but this was the first time where all he felt was anxiety.
“You’ve been a bad boy Liam. Do you agree?” she asked without emotion, standing above him.
“Yes, mistress,” he responded loudly and dutifully.
“You’ve broken one of my most important rules, so for you to learn your lesson you must be punished. Do you agree?”
“Yes, mistress,” Liam responded. Strain started to leak into his voice as the position he was bound in was growing more uncomfortable.
“You’ve made a mistake and for you to learn you must be punished and forgiven. But instead of accepting your punishment and begging for forgiveness. I want you to beg for your punishment and then accept the forgiveness I give you. Do you understand?”
“Yes, mistress,” Liam said as anxiety crept across his skin and into his gut.
“Beg for your punishment Liam,” Caroline instructed.
He took a shaky breath into his lungs. He closed his eyes. “Please mistress, please punish me. Punish me. I deserve it,” Liam said somewhat half-heartedly. He was nervous having trouble committing completely to the concept.
“I don’t believe you,” Caroline said icily. “Beg harder.”
Liam was getting desperate, scared, and uncomfortable and feeling trapped. “Please hurt me, hurt me. I deserve it. I fucked you over and I deserve it.” Hearing himself say these words out loud, Liam realized they were true. That he did believe he deserved this. He wanted to be held accountable. “Please I want to be punished. I want it. I deserve the pain. It will make me stronger,” Liam begged, his voice dripping with a longing that he didn’t know that he had inside of him.
Wham.
Suddenly, Liam felt a slender wooden paddle hit him across his behind. His felt warm with pain. His skin was stinging with hurt. But for some reason it wasn’t hard enough for him. He wanted more. He wanted Caroline to spank him until he screamed out in pain. It’s what he deserved and he wanted no one else to hurt him but Caroline.
“Please more,” he begged his voice trembling with need. “More mistress, I deserve more punishment.
“Yes you do,” she purred coolly.
Liam felt a colt bolt of electricity spark in his groin. In a strange way, they were both enjoying this.
Wham. Wham.
Caroline spanked Liam twice this time and even harder than before.
Liam’s ass burned with pain. “More, mistress, more,” he almost screamed with desire. Liam felt himself growing hard.
Wham. Wham. Wham.
“Please mistress more.” Liam moaned.
Wham. Wham, wham, wham.
Liam howled in pain. He howled again realizing all the things that had been building up in him. Hot tears streamed down his face. The stress and pressure that he was feeling trying to live up to everyone’s expectations. The pressure of getting good grades. The pressure of pleasing Caroline. He screamed releasing all the pressure.
He heard Caroline throw her paddle into the corner of the room. She was panting breathing heavily. It seemed that they were both turned on by the interaction. There were several moments of silence as the both calmed down.
“You are not allowed to go to prom with Nicki or any young woman. I forbid it. Do you understand?”
“Yes mistress,” Liam whispered into the floor.
* * * *
Liam felt eyes on him. He didn’t need to turn around to know that people were whispering about him behind his back. He was use to people talking about him, but it was usually for some kind of trouble that he was in. This time felt different to Liam. This time the whispers actually bothered him; they weren’t something that he could just shut out because this time he was trying to accomplish something. He was trying out for the football team.
A large broad man with a clipboard and whistle around his next strode onto the field.
Liam felt the energy of everyone around him turn still and focused. He took him in as he stood directly in front of the group of eager teenage boys.
The man was wearing a crisp blue polo tucked neatly into pressed kakis. His look was clean, stream line, and professional. Even in his movements, there was purpose and thought. “Welcome to this year’s E.B. High school football try-outs. My name is Coach Hutchins, and it is so nice to see both familiar faces and new face coming out this year for the team.” Coach Hutchins smiled at the team and then looked at his clipboard. “Now we only 5 spots on the team this year and over 30 guys trying out.”
A nervous whisper went through the group of guys.
“Now, I can see you guys are worried. Don’t let your fear distract you from doing the best job possible. Let me tell you what I’m looking for at these try-outs. Strength, endurance, and skill. But I’m also looking for heart. To be truly great at anything, you have to make sacrifices. I’m looking for players who are willing to put it all out the field and don’t hold back.”
Liam couldn’t help but respect Coach Hutchins. Even if he didn’t really want to be here and resented Caroline for making come to these stupid try-outs, he found that there was something magnetic about Coach Hutchins that he was drawn to. He liked how straight forward he was. He liked how Coach Hutchins didn’t beat around the bush or sugar coat anything. Something in his speech resonated with Liam. He looked around and saw that the other guys on the field were feeling the same way. They admired the coach and wanted to do him proud.
“Ok, let’s do some warms ups, then will do some drills, and end the day off with some scrimmages.” He blew his whistle twice and the guys lined up to start with sprints.
* * *
“What are you doing man? The drill is a tossplay. You’re not supposed to pass it to the wide receiver. You’re supposed to pass it to me, the running back!” Some guy named Evan was yelling at Liam again.
Liam calmly watched Evan as he’s angrily waved his arms towards him. Liam’s patience was waning. This was the third time another guy at try-outs had yelled at him. He understood that the pressure for these guys was high and to some of them it was really important to make the team, but that didn’t mean they needed to lash out at him.
“Listen junkie, mess up one more time like that and I’m going to mess you up.”
Liam glared at Evan. Who did this asshole think he was? He scoffed at him, he could knock this guy out with one punch. The only thing that was stopping him was the small figure sitting up in the corner of the bleachers.
Shortly after warm ups had began, he’d seen Caroline walk up into the stands with her briefcase. He also thought he saw her and Coach Hutchins exchange a nod to each other. She’d been there for the whole practice, seemingly taking notes on a legal pad, but he knew she was watching him, making sure he didn’t leave the try-outs.
“Don’t fuck it up again,” was Evans closing remark to Liam.
Liam looked down at his hand that was – unsurprisingly – balled into a fist and then he looked up to the stands.
Caroline was staring directly at him.
He exhaled and then turned away from this dumbass Evan kid.
Coach Hutchins blew his whistle and motioned for the players to huddle in.
Liam couldn’t help but notice the guys on the team managed to somehow exclude him from the huddle.
“Stone get in here.” Coach Hutchins made some room next to himself and gestured to Liam to fill in the space.
Liam begrudgingly made his way over to the coach’s side. He didn’t love the idea of being singled out.
“Alright, guys here are your scrimmaging teams.”
Liam knew that lady luck had never favored him, but it was confirmed when Coach Hutchison put him as the middle linebacker in scrimmage team that just so happened to be facing against an offense where Evan was the QB.
The two scrimmage teams lined up on either side of the 50 yard line across from each other. Liam found himself directly in line with Evan.
Evan turned to his team and they formed a loose huddle around him.
Liam couldn’t help but overhear Evan as he loudly jeered, “No worries here guys. Stonehead over there is probably high out of his mind. He’ll let us right through because he’s probably too distracted by all the clouds.”
Everyone on Evan’s team laughed and glanced over at Liam.
Anger coiled within the pit of Liam’s stomach like a hungry snake.
Coach Hutchins blew his whistle and the teams lined up evenly across the 50 yard line again.
Liam locked eyes with Evan who was looking directly at him with a sly grin plastered across his face. Liam felt anger rising up in him like boiling water. What was this guy’s problem? Why did he feel like he had to single me out – was it to makes himself feel better and more secure? He’d done nothing to this guy and here he was trying to tear him down right and left. Liam had enough. He was already pushed around in high school he wasn’t going to be pushed around here as well. He was gonna fight back, hard. He tried Caroline’s way of being nice. Now he was going to try his way.
“Red 24! Red 24! Hut, hut. Hike.” Liam watched as the ball was spiked into Evan’s hands. Liam crashed into the boy in front of him easily tossing him aside like he was a piece of crumpled up paper. In his mind, he counted down to seven seconds as he headed full speed towards Evan. He ran right for Evans knees and sacked him effortlessly. He watched as all the air was knocked out of Evan.
Liam immediately felt himself go on the defensive. He’d let his anger get the better of him and then this happened. Liam heard Coach Hutchins blew the whistle. Liam saw his scrimmage teammates look at him and then…they cheered. He was taken aback as all of his teammates came up and patted him on the back and gently butted his helmet in approval.
Coach Hutchinson ran on the field to help Evan up then crossed to Liam and said in a low voice, “Damn good sack Liam. Keep up the good hustle.”
Liam looked up at Caroline in the stands. He saw her watching him. It look like she nodded at him with approval, but it was hard for him to tell at this distance. A sudden thought illuminated in his mind. Caroline wasn’t trying to extinguish Liam’s anger. She was trying to harness and put it to use. On the football field, Liam’s anger wasn’t seen as anger it was seen as hustle, drive. He was applauded for it. For the first time in a very long time, Liam felt like he belonged. Just a little bit. He looked back up in the stands at Caroline and nodded back.