MidReal Story
Desires Unleashed: A Journey into Submission
Scenario: Pussy spanked with belt
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I was so nervous I could barely breathe.
I’d been waiting for this night for weeks, and now that it was finally here, I was terrified.
What if I didn’t like it?
What if I did?
What if I liked it too much?
My mind raced with questions, and my heart pounded in my chest as I stared at the door in front of me.
The door to the club.
The door to my future.
I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down, but it was no use.
I was a bundle of nerves, and there was nothing I could do about it.
I’d never done anything like this before, and I had no idea what to expect.
All I knew was that I wanted to be here, that I needed to be here, and that nothing in the world would stop me from walking through that door.
Well, almost nothing.
“Are you sure you’re ready for this?”
James asked from beside me.
I turned to look at him and nodded.
“Yeah,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
“I’m sure.”
“You can stop at any time,” he said.
“You know that, right?”
I nodded, even though I wasn’t sure it was true.
Not really, anyway.
I’d been waiting for this for so long, wanting it for so long, that I wasn’t sure I had the strength to walk away if things went too far.
But I wasn’t going to tell James that.
I didn’t want him to worry about me.
He’d done enough of that already.
“You’ll be here?”
I asked him, hating myself for needing the reassurance but needing it all the same.
James squeezed my hand and gave me a small smile.
“I’ll be right here,” he said.
“Right beside you.”
I smiled back at him, grateful for his support.
He was the one who had brought me here, after all, the one who had introduced me to Mistress Diana and set up this whole thing.
And as nervous as I was about what was to come, I knew that I would be okay as long as he was here with me.
“Thank you,” I said, my voice full of emotion.
“For everything you’ve done for me.”
James just smiled and gave my hand a final squeeze before he let go of it.
“You ready?”
he asked, gesturing toward the door in front of us.
I took a deep breath and nodded, even though my heart was racing and my hands were shaking.
He smiled at me again and turned back to the door.
We stood there for a moment, just the two of us, and then James reached out and pulled back the heavy velvet curtain that hung in front of the door, revealing what lay on the other side.
There were a few people milling about in the dimly lit hallway, but none of them paid us any mind as we stepped inside.
My heart raced as we walked down the hall, toward the door at the end of it, and I tried not to let my fear show on my face.
This was it—the moment I’d been waiting for—and I couldn’t believe it was finally here.
“Are you sure you’re ready for this?”
I started at James’s words and turned to look at him, but he didn’t meet my gaze.
Instead, he kept his eyes fixed on the door in front of us, his expression concerned and more than a little serious.
“Of course I am,” I said, trying to sound braver than I felt.
But inside, my stomach was a mess of nerves, and my heart was pounding so hard that my chest hurt.
“Emily,” James said, and this time he did meet my gaze.
The look on his face made my stomach clench, and for a moment, I thought he was going to try to stop me from going through the door.
But then he just sighed and brushed a lock of hair out of my face.
“You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”
“I know that,” I said, stung by the implication that I didn’t.
But the truth was, part of me wished that I didn’t.
I was terrified of what lay on the other side of that door, of what it would mean for me if I went through it.
But at the same time, part of me was also excited by the prospect, and curious about what might happen if I did.
I faced James’s question with a mix of fear and determination.
“I want to do this,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
“I need to do this.”
James studied me for a long moment before he nodded.
“Okay,” he said.
“If you’re sure.”
I took a deep breath and nodded back at him, even though I wasn’t sure of anything right now.
But whatever happened tonight, I knew it would be significant.
I had come too far to turn back now.
I had been waiting for this night—for this moment—for years, it seemed like, and now that it was finally here, I wasn’t going to let it slip through my fingers.
I had to do this.
For myself.
For James.
For everyone involved.
“Good,” James said when he saw the determination in my eyes.
“Then let’s go.” He turned back to the door and reached out to pull it open, but before he could do it, he hesitated and turned back to me again.
“Are you sure you’re ready?”
he asked one final time.
My heart raced at his question, but I didn’t hesitate as I nodded back at him one final time.
“I’m ready,” I said, even though I wasn’t sure I believed it myself.
James studied me for a moment longer, and then he reached out and took my hand in his again.
I smiled up at him for his support and squeezed his hand back, drawing courage from his presence as we stood there together in the hallway.
He gave my hand a final squeeze before he let go of it and turned back to the door in front of us.
Then he reached out and pulled it open, revealing what lay on the other side of it at last.
A wave of heat washed over me as James pulled back the heavy velvet curtain that hung in front of the club entrance, revealing what lay inside at last.
I hadn’t been sure what to expect when we first arrived here that night, but this wasn’t it—at least not exactly.
My heart raced at the sight of it, and for a moment, I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to take another step forward, or if I would have to turn back now before it was too late.
The thought terrified me in ways that were hard to explain even to myself, but as much as part of me wanted to run away from this place—to run away from what waited for me inside—I knew that another part of me couldn’t do that.
I came here for a reason—because I needed this—and now that I was finally here, there was no turning back.
No matter how much the thought scared me.
“Are you sure you’re all right?”
James asked me in a low voice after a moment had passed and he saw the look on my face.
I nodded my head again in response to James’s question, but even as I did so, I knew he could tell that wasn’t really true.
I was terrified of what lay ahead of me tonight—of what might happen once he let go of my hand and left me here alone—but even so, there was another part of me that knew I couldn’t walk away from this place now.
“I’ll be fine,” I told him as firmly as I could, forcing myself to take a step forward at last as he watched me with worried eyes “I’m ready for this.”
James studied me for a long moment longer as if he could see right through me—right through all of my fears and my doubts—and then he reached out and brushed a stray strand of hair away from my face before he placed a gentle kiss on my forehead in a silent show of support “I’ll be waiting for you out here when you’re done,” he promised me in a low voice “And no matter what happens in there tonight—no matter what you need—I want you to know that you can always come back to me.”
I felt tears welling up in my eyes as James spoke those words to me again—those words that he’d said so many times before—but even though they made me want to cry and run into his arms for comfort all over again now just like they always did before, I knew that it was too late for that by now, and so instead, all I could do was nod my head in response to them as firmly as I could and then take a deep breath before I turned away from him at last and stepped into that dark room beyond the curtain alone for the first time.
James watched me go with a worried look on his face as if he wasn’t sure if he was making the right choice by letting me do this or not—as if he couldn’t help but worry about what might happen to me now that he wasn’t there anymore to protect me from whatever came next—but even so, he didn’t try to stop me from going any more than he ever had before, or else call out my name as I walked away from him into the darkness beyond his reach.
He only watched me go in silence instead, as he had before, with the same look of concern on his face that he’d had all those other times as well.
But this time was different from all the others, because this time, he didn’t come after me when I stepped away from him.
He only stood there, watching, as I walked away from him into the darkness on my own for the first time, knowing that it was time for me to be brave now.
I paused for a moment to try to calm myself down before I stepped into that room, but it was no use.
The more I thought about what lay ahead of me in there—the more I thought about all of the things that might go wrong once I walked through that door—the more my heart started to pound with fear inside of my chest all over again until I felt like I could barely breathe.
I almost turned around to run back to James for comfort all over again when I felt a warm hand close around mine without warning—not letting go until he knew that I was ready—and then, once he knew that I was, giving it a gentle squeeze that made my whole body relax at once as I turned to look up into those familiar brown eyes of his in relief.
“Are you sure about this?”
he asked me in a low voice, with a look of concern on his face as he gazed down at me “Because we can go back if you’re not.”
It would be so easy to say yes now—to tell him that I’d changed my mind—if only to make those worried lines between his brows disappear, but even so, I couldn’t bring myself to lie to him now after everything he’d done for me already.
“I don’t know,” I admitted to him honestly as I shook my head.
As I said those words to James, I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes all over again as I looked up at him as if I were about to cry at any moment—just as I had before—and even though I knew that it was no use for me to try to fight them back now, I still did anyway as I tried to make him understand how scared I was by what was happening here tonight—even though I didn’t know how or what I was supposed to do about it either.
“I don’t know what I’m doing,” I confessed to him finally after a long moment of silence had passed between us “I don’t know if I’m ready for any of this.”
I paused for a moment before I spoke my next words to James—wondering if he would understand them when he heard them or not—but even though I wasn’t sure whether he could or not, I said them anyway in a soft voice just the same.
“But what I do know is that you’ve been where I am before,” I reminded James finally once we were alone in that dark hallway together at last “You’ve been scared and confused just like me—just like this—before you took your first step into this club tonight for the first time too.”
“Before you found your way here at last.”
James nodded his head in understanding as he listened to me speak those words—as he gazed down at me with those same worried eyes of his as before—and then he reached out and brushed another stray strand of hair away from my face as if he wished he could take all of my doubts and fears away from me with one touch.
