I get very little personal mail, and what does look personally handwritten and addressed is frequently advertising. When I got a letter that appeared to be personally addressed to me, with only the letter "C" as a return address, I waited until later to open it. It turns out that it was a personal letter:

"Hi Rick,

Carina called and said that you asked about me. I've been gone for a week, I went away to be by myself for a while, the clinic was wearing me out plus there were other things. I'm glad you asked about me it would be good to hear from you, call me if you want, my phone number is (deleted). - Crystal"

I was glad, of course, that Crystal wrote, and I was also nervous about calling her. I waited until the following day, which was a Friday, and worked up the nerve to call. At first I got her answering machine, so I didn't leave a message. I called again a half hour later and she answered. I led into the conversation by saying that I was surprised to hear that she left the clinic, and asked her how she was doing. She hinted that the work at the clinic was more intense than she could sustain, and that she's looking for another similar and less demanding environment to work in, and was not employed at the moment. After a while of small talk, I worked up the courage to tell her that I really wanted to see her, and asked if we could go out. She readily agreed, and suggested a coffee shop for a mid-afternoon meeting that same day.

Crystal arrived at the coffee shop dressed in white denim shorts, a blue T-shirt, and sandals. She looked fairly content, and talked to me quite easily. She seemed to readily tell me things she ordinarily wouldn't tell anyone else. We talked for a long while, and I realized it was near dinnertime I suggested that we go across the street and continue or discussion over dinner. The look of acceptance in her eyes was precious.

During our dinner conversation, in which we touched on many different subjects, I reached across the table and grasped her hand. She immediately held on tightly, and I looked soulfully into her eyes.

Crystal asked, "Do you remember what I said to you at the clinic?"

"Every word, Crystal," I replied, squeezing her hand. "Every word."

She smiled, and said, "You have some qualities that I like in a guy." Then she leaned toward me and talked in a near-whisper. "Would you let me give you... discipline? And would you try to please me?"

I nodded in affirmation.

"Like I said to you at the clinic," she continued, "I really like it when the guy I'm giving it to, doesn't complain, but takes it all. I get so hot that I'll likely do anything for him then."

She paused, looking directly in my eyes. I didn't know how to respond to that right then.

"Rick," she whispered, "I want to try you out. I want to go home now, and get a few things together, and come over to your house and see what happens."

I agreed, and gave her directions to my place. We finished up dinner and quickly left. I walked Crystal to her car and then went home.

About an hour later, she drove up, and lugged a couple of large overnight bags into the house. She asked for a tumbler of water to drink, and advised me to get one for myself as well. A few hugs and kisses, and she said, "Well, why don't we get started? Let's go in the bedroom and I'll unpack."

Crystal first unpacked her personal and makeup items, and then the accouterments for the discipline session - a leather strap, hairbrush, and rattan cane; a cylindrical bolster pillow; skin cream, and a few other things.

"I'm never going to tie you up or bind you in any way when I whip you - it'll be such a turn-on for me if you willingly hold your position, out of the affection and respect that you have for me. A lot of times it won't be easy."

She placed the bolster pillow near the edge of the bed. "Now I'd like you to pull your pants down just enough to bare your bottom, and lean over the pillow."

My heart pounded rapidly as I willingly followed her directive.

"I'm itching to give a good whipping, Rick! It's been more than a couple of weeks since I've administered discipline. I'm not sure yet what I'll use on you tonight. I have to think about this."

While she was thinking, she continuously ran her fingers all around my bared bottom with a very light touch. I became more aroused by the minute from her tickle-touch.

"Mmmm, Crystal," I sighed. She giggled and kept on with the tickle-touch.

"Crystal..."

"I think I've decided what to use now," she announced. "You're going to stay in position for me, aren't you?"

"Yes!"

"Remember, you're doing this for me. You'll take it without begging or asking me to stop, won't you?"

"Oh, yes!"

"I like you, Rick! Don't forget that when I'm spanking you."

She picked up the leather strap, and started by giving me very light swats with it, gradually increasing the force over a couple of minutes.

"That was just the warmup for you, Rick," she said. "Here's the real thing!"

The next twenty swipes really tested my resolve. The leather bit into my bare skin with a vengeance, and although I couldn't keep entirely still, I think I did fairly well. I could not refrain from a short exclamation much of the time. I did decide, however, that I really wanted to develop my ability to stay in position without exclaiming through a good discipline session. I felt, intuitively, why that was arousing to women.

Crystal told me to stay put, stepped out of her shorts and panties, and got on the bed, spread her legs, and asked me to use my mouth on her pussy. I was more than glad to do that, and she was profusely creamy. I went to work on her pussy, and within a few minutes she had a rollicking climax.

I continued to kiss her tasty labia until she got up and did the tickle-touch routine on my bottom. When I had a rock-hard boner, she started in with the strap again, giving me about three dozen biting swipes while I tried my best to take them in a way that would please her. The latter half of the set of strokes evoked a pained "Ohhhhh!" from me with each swipe as I desperately held onto the bedspread with clenched fists and kicked my legs, trying to stay put.

She got up on the bed again and I used my mouth on her creamy womanhood to give her another orgasm. When she go up, she delivered very fast-paced forehand-backhand strokes - probably more than three dozen. I thrashed about in my reaction to her energetic swats.

Crystal put the strap down, and told me to get undressed, watching me as I removed all my clothes. She got on the bed, and placed the bolster pillow so that when she lay on the bed, her back was arched. She spread her legs and invited me in. My unbridled passion was obvious as I enjoyed sweet intercourse with Crystal. I tried to prolong the experience, but all too soon I spurted and filled her up with my ejaculate.

We spent the next hour or so exploring one another's bodies. I stimulated her to climax and she took me in again before we fell asleep.

At breakfast I summoned the courage to ask her what her relationship with Lynn had been, since she pretty much unquestioningly did as Lynn ordered at my clinic session.

"Lynn is the one who hired me at the clinic, and I worked for her. Also, I've been to bed with her a few times - she's bi, and I don't think I am, but I did actually find her attractive."

I pressed her for more.

"The first time it happened," Crystal continued, "was after a particularly frustrating day for both of us at the clinic. Somehow our appointment schedules got screwed up, and we each didn't show for a couple of appointments. Lynn had something to do with that, unintentionally, and felt bad. Then my car wouldn't start after work. I was ready to kill. Lynn offered to give me a ride, help me find a new battery, and bring me back to work the next day. I was feeling so beleaguered that I pouted on the way back into town for a while. Then Lynn said that I needed a couple drinks and she wanted to treat me to dinner for her role in the appointment screw-up. I was in a bad mood, and reluctantly agreed."

She had some more coffee and continued.

"She took me to this nice Italian place, and the wine did wonders for my mood. Anyway, we lived on opposite sides of town, so she suggested that we go directly to her place so she could bring me to work the next day without driving a long distance, and she also mentioned that she's prepared for guests. So I said okay. We went to her place, and talked a while. She gave me a toothbrush and towel and stuff like that, and I took a shower and freshened up. She had this king size bed, and said we could share it, or if I would rather not share a bed, she'd sleep on the floor in the other room. Well, I'd have felt bad taking her bed, so I said that sharing it would be fine."

Crystal looked off into the distance for a moment, and went on.

"Anyway, when it came time for bed Lynn gave me a nightie that I could use, although she didn't use anything, and she undressed and climbed in one side. I decided not to use the nightie, and also undressed completely and went to the other side of the bed. We said goodnight and she turned off the light. We were both very tired, and went to sleep almost immediately. Later that night Lynn shook me awake. I was having a bad dream and at the same time I was sleeping so deep that I couldn't wake up. She knew I was having a bad dream, I must have been whimpering or something, and I was thankful that she was there to wake me up. She wanted to know what the dream was about and I said it was scary and I couldn't tell her. She scooted over and gave me a hug, because I was shaking from the fright. I held on to her also, and after a while started to calm down and relax. She sort of petted me on my face with her hand, and even though I didn't say anything she knew that it felt good to me. She kept whispering, 'it's okay' and before long her hand went down to my butt and she petted me there. I didn't know what to do, but it really felt good."

Crystal looked to me for my reaction, and I asked her to keep on.

"So then Lynn got closer to me, and I put my hand on her face. She came closer and very lightly touched her lips on mine. It felt good, and I kissed back and she became more bold about it. She threw the covers off, and climbed on top of me. It felt kind of weird and different, her legs were all smooth and she didn't have a boner sticking out. We continued to kiss and I was getting... creamy. I almost jumped through the ceiling when she put her hand down there. She kissed me some more and then said, 'Crystal, I'd like to use my mouth there - is it okay?' and I said yes, please do! Well, she made me cum almost right away. I put my hand down there on her and she was real wet. I poked my finger inside her and wiggled it around, like I like to do when I'm by myself. She said that felt good. I knew she wasn't going to cum that way, so I went down between her legs and - is this upsetting you?"

"No, no, it's interesting, I want to know," I said, and held her hand.

"So anyway, I got down between her legs, and put my mouth real close to her down there. I never did this with a girl before, but I figured I liked kissing her and all, so I kissed her... you know, down there. She was all slippery but I kind of liked it, and she reacted like I had an electric mouth or something. I sort of got into it after that, and kissed and licked her pussy, and she came hard. That made me feel good, that I could make her feel good like that. I climbed on top of her and we kissed some more, it felt good. And I went to sleep in her arms, I felt so safe - like with you last night. You don't mind, do you? That I did it with a girl?"

"Oh God, Crystal, no," I exclaimed, "That's a beautiful story. Now what happened after that? Between you and her?"

"Well, during the next day we acted like nothing happened. Lynn brought her jumper cables and said she'd follow me to the garage to get my battery replaced, and she did. I was grateful to her, so I wanted to buy her dinner and I invited her to my place for the night, and she said okay. I was all tense still, and she told me to take off my clothes and she'd give me a back rub. It felt relaxing at first, and then I got - you know - excited, and turned over. I turned off the light, and we kind of got into it fast - like we were hungry for each other. We got together like that a couple of times a week after that, and she started getting more dominant with me - telling me to do this and that. I didn't mind, 'cause she was my boss at work and all, and I liked and respected her. She never spanked me or anything, but I knew she liked to give birchings. So one time I made this bet with her, and I thought I would win, and thought I'd get to give HER a good birching - but as you know, it didn't work out that way. Boy, that birch really hurt! Anyway, we kind of drifted apart from the, uh, experimenting we did with each other. Sometimes I thought I'd like to do some more with her, but that was before I left the clinic and got together with you."

I told Crystal that I found her experiences fascinating. We finished breakfast and she said that she had to go home for a while and would come back that afternoon if I wanted. She left her things at my place and returned about 3 PM wearing a button-down top and a short skirt.

After some intimate touching Crystal suggested that our sex play that afternoon be totally nonverbal, with no communicating with words, and said it's a great way to heighten awareness. I suspected that she had some other specific reason for suggesting that. It did sound interesting and I agreed to it.

I led her to the bedroom and took off her top. She removed her panties and left her skirt on, and indicated, nonverbally, that she wanted me to take all my clothes off. After I was naked, I lightly kissed her on the lips and then gently tongued her nipples. She reacted positively, and I went down between her legs and used my mouth to bring her to a climax. I worked on her some more, and when I sensed she was nearing orgasm, I stopped. She pulled me close to her and we kissed for a bit, and when I made a move to enter her, she quickly shifted her position so that I couldn't get in. I saw sensual excitement in her eyes, and prepared to enter her again and she quickly turned over. I concluded that she wanted a mock struggle. I tugged on her and turned her over and grasped her hands and held them above her head, got on top of her, and tried to kiss her. She jerked her head from side to side to evade my kisses, so I nibbled on her cheek and earlobes, causing her to giggle. I couldn't enter her with both my hands busy holding hers down, since she was putting up a spirited struggle. I tried grasping her hips and getting in between her knees, but that didn't work. Finally I pinned her down with my whole body, and while I nibbled on her earlobes, used one hand to guide my member in. She gasped as I plunged in, and opened her mouth wide and exclaimed with "ahh" sounds as I excitedly thrust in and out while holding her down. A few moments of this activity, and I spurted inside her.

We lay in each others' arms for a few minutes. I had greatly enjoyed that variation on sex play, and suspected that she still had something else planned. She nudged me over on my back, climbed on top of me, and sweetly kissed me several times, almost giggling between kisses. Since she hadn't spoken, I assumed that we were still interacting nonverbally.

Crystal straddled my chest, and I rubbed my fingers around her clitoris. The mixture of our juices was seeping out of her and it made a good lubricant. She moaned, and when I had stimulated her for a couple minutes, she grasped my hands and guided them to her breasts. Her nipples became hard as I tweaked them.

She removed my hands from her breasts, guided them above my head, grasped them tightly, and held them against the mattress. Suddenly and swiftly, she moved up and placed her pussy on my mouth. I closed my mouth in mock resistance, and she ground her pubic area into my lips, causing me to open my mouth rather than suffer the pain of my lips being pressed against my teeth. The mixture of our juices trickled out of her womanhood into my mouth. I acquiesced and stimulated her with my mouth and she climaxed again.

After a shower we went to dinner and talked about a multitude of things, with the exception of her plans for the future. I resolved to myself to ask her when a decent opportunity arose.

Crystal went home for the night and left her things at my place, returning the next afternoon. She wore a yellow dress, white socks and sandals.

One of the first things she said when she walked in the door was that she'd like to give me a caning, and asked if I'd let her. Of course I said yes, and she told me to remove all my clothes and bend over the back of the sofa. When I was prepared, she admonished me to remember that I was doing this for her and that she wanted me to keep as still and as quiet as possible.

Crystal proceeded to administer a very severe caning that afternoon. I struggled mightily to be still, although after the first ten or so strokes, I kicked or writhed each time I felt the striating instrument. I also struggled to be quiet, although most of the strokes evoked a raucous "Uhh!" or "Oww!". I desperately wanted to plead with her, to tell her "no more, please stop." She whipped and whipped, pausing twice to finger herself to orgasm.

She put the cane down, led me to the bedroom, and had me lie face down on the bed while I recovered. She was still clothed except for panties, which she had removed prior to my caning. When the immediate pain subsided, she pulled me on top of her and got me aroused, and after some sweet and tender touching, invited me in.

Later at dinner I got the chance to ask Crystal about her plans.

"I'm looking for ideas," she started. "I've gone to look at a few clinic type of places, and I think I'd get bored - there's not the variety that there was at Kimberwillow."

I asked her what she liked best about working at Kimberwillow.

"I liked giving canings and strappings the best; also I liked giving enemas to some of the clients, particularly the punishment kind. I liked sessions where I was the only one running the show. Maybe I should work at a place that just does domination, but I might get bored there too. The variety was great, but the workload was intense too, and I want to do everything just right."

Something didn't seem quite right with why she left so suddenly. "What else?" I pressed. "What's the real reason that you left? Is it Lynn"

I looked at her directly.

Crystal knew that I knew something was missing.

She reached over and grasped my hand, and sighed deeply.

"Rick," she said, "You know that I wanted a lover who won't run away if I want to spank him. I told you things like that at that session at Kimberwillow, remember?"

"Yes... and...?"

"Well, I wanted that lover to be you. I mean, I felt the chemistry between us at that session, and I couldn't see you as long as I still worked there. So I took a big chance, and I also arranged some things to make this happen."

I was touched by her revelation. I had no idea.

Crystal continued, "I don't know why you're surprised. The way you respond to me says a lot more than words can. Still, I need to do something about a livelihood. Tell me if you have any ideas."

I tightened my grip on her hand, and looked into her eyes. There was a look in those eyes that I wanted to see a lot of, and frequently.

I had some ideas.