FRIDAY ^#26

Confession Booth

Violet has never been so nervous about talking to Raven. Their relationship feels so good, she’s afraid to fuck it up. Upon answering the door, Violet blurts, “I have a confession to make.”

“Shall we go outside to talk?”

“Good idea.” It’s a bit windy, but it’s still warm. Violet rushes around gathering a throw blanket, sun hats, a couple of pillows, and a pitcher of iced tea. Raven prepares their nest in the partial shade of the trampoline.

“Step into my confession booth,” Raven jokes.

Violet takes a big breath then says, “My mistress trained me to start every ritual with an intention, so I want you to know I am only telling you this to create more intimacy.”

“I want us to have the kind of relationship I have with Nick, and you have with Damien, where you’re able to say anything,” Raven says.

“That makes me so happy I could cry.” Violet plants a hot kiss on Raven’s open mouth. “I don’t want to do anything to push you away. I told Damien if you ever tried to break up with me, I wouldn’t let you. I’d stalk you. I’d show up at your house, at your work… I’d do whatever it took to get you back.”

Raven’s laughter melts the ice, a bit.

“Then Damien asked me what I’d do if he ever broke up with me. I told him I would cry my eyes out, between your thighs.”

“That a girl.” Raven narrows her eyes and removes her rings, rolling up her sleeves. “Can I spank you while you confess?” She doesn’t wait for Violet’s response before pulling her ass across her lap and pulling up Violet’s skirt to expose her rounded buns, separated by a skimpy G-string. Raven warms her hands with light percussive drumming. “Now, tell me a confession that deserves punishment.”

Violet gazes into the grass and at the metal base of the trampoline, relieved for the playfulness, but not sure how to proceed without looking Raven in the eyes. Violet decides to start with a small confession and build up to the big one.

“I had sex with Damien this morning and let him cum inside me, knowing you’d smell it if you went down on me.”

“You’ve been a very bad girl indeed. I want details, but first,” Raven commands, “I want you to rate how much you enjoyed it on a scale of one to ten.”

“I guess about an eight?”

“Count out loud to eight as I punish you.” She rubs her hands together and spanks loud and steady.

“One.” Slap! On the right cheek. “Two.” Slap! On the left cheek. “Three.” Slap! On the left . . .

“Count louder, you little cum slut!”

Violet’s voice amplifies as Raven escalates in intensity until she finishes the either spank.

“Is there more?” Raven asks.

“Yes Mistress. More spankings please,” Violet says, even though her ass is stinging.

“Continue with your confession.”

“Well, let’s see. I’ve been having more fantasies about Autumn.”

“How many times, since last week?”

“Um . . . too many to count,” Violet says in a shaky, small voice.

Raven raises her volume. “You little bitch. If you want spankings without having to count, I’ll teach you!” Raven’s spanking grew harder and sharper against Violet’s bare ass. At the edge of what she can handle, Violet begins to squirm and wiggle.

“Okay, okay,” Violet cries, “I can’t take anymore.”

She sits up and hugs Raven, then explodes with the real confession: “When I first met her, I thought she was sexy and playful, but way too young to take seriously. She was the perfect person for Damien and me to share new experiences with, and she offered a balance for Damien when we have our Fridays. And then, I suddenly realized out of the blue that I’m falling in love with her. I couldn’t believe it because I thought she was too young, but that’s just a judgment. Love is timeless. So now I’m starting to think of her like my girlfriend. And I find myself wanting to fluid bond with her. But I want to know how that feels to you.”

“Well, I don’t own you. You don’t need to ask my permission,” Raven says, but it sounds as if her voice is coming from behind a concrete wall.

“I know. But you’re still my queen. I don’t want anything to change our dynamic. If it hurts you, I don’t need to do it.”

“Of course it hurts. The thought of you—and Damien—sharing a lover that’s not me, I can’t think of anything that could hurt worse, except . . .” Raven trails off, breathing deeply, holding in the tears.

“Except what?” Violet prods, but Raven remains silent.

Violet waits, like a patient puppy at the door whose master commanded her to stay. She knows not to speak.

“Look, you are not my property. As much as I love to pretend you’re my bitch and you belong to me, you don’t. And in reality, all of our play wouldn’t be nearly so hot if I owned you. You’re free to love as deep and as wide as you want. That’s part of what I love about us.”

“Then why are you crying?”

“It just hurts. Don’t think just because I’m jealous, I’m not happy for you. I just have to mourn the loss of our honeymoon period.”

“That’s ridiculous. I’m no less in love with you than the first time we made love.”

“Me neither.” Raven laughs. “My love for you just keeps growing out of control, like a wildfire.”

Violet laughs, which makes Raven laugh. They soften and stare at each other wordlessly.

Raven continues from a more centered place, “Part of the reason we do these slut-shaming scenes is to subvert the idea that having a lot of sex is bad, that sharing ourselves with the world is somehow wrong. We’re reconciling this desire to love as widely as we do, despite our cultural programing that says it’s dirty and wrong. It’s like I’m trying to fuck the programming out of you. I want to cleanse myself of the conditioning so someday I can know what it means to love unconditionally.”

Violet notices how conflicted Raven seems as she speaks, and slowly says, “But we’re not there yet, are we?”

“Not yet. I wish I knew her better. Maybe then I’d understand what you and Damien see in her. It’s easier for me to share my lovers when I know the people I’m sharing them with.”

“I’m happy to wait for you to get to know her better,” Violet says.

Raven, with apology in her voice, asks, “Maybe just a little time to get used to the idea…like a couple weeks?”

“Of course. She’s not in any rush, you’ll see, she’s like family already.”

Raven stands up and leaves Violet on the lawn with no explanation. When she returns, she has a tray of ice, and she takes Violet over her lap to cool and rub her butt, admiring her with sweet kisses and compliments.

“You’re such a sweet little bitch.”