least, not very bruised, but slow,
stinging punishment was necessary. After a dozen blows, he stopped and waited
for her to calm.
He turned her back over,
keeping a tight grip on her legs. Her face was flushed and she looked furious.
Of course, it was mostly her pride hurting. “ Sshhh ,” he said several
times. “Calm down. Or maybe you’d like me to keep going.” He finally let go of
her legs and backed up, but keeping his eyes glued on her. She was shaking, but
she would shake some more before he was finished with her. “Do you want me to
take the gag out of your mouth?” he asked.
His mouth was near her ear
because he had rounded the table and sat. She was too furious to respond at
first, but after a few moments she nodded.
He pulled it out and put
his hands around her head, his fingers pressing alongside her face. “Never tell
me to stop,” he whispered. “I am your Master and you are mine to command.” He
hadn’t planned to say it, so it surprised him as much as her as it came out.
Once stated, it was obvious that this was what they’d been moving toward. He
had been controlling her and she had willed it to continue.
The words caused a cold,
calm sensation to fill her and still her. That was it. She was a submissive hoping for a man... a master to dominate her. That’s why she’d given
Mitch all that power over her life. She’d never realized —
Ryan stared down at her,
trying to discern the expression behind the blindfold. She’d stopped struggling
and was slowly catching her breath. He’d expected a fight, a furious reaction
to his proclamation, but she seemed to be absorbing it. Was she accepting it,
or thinking about how to karate kick his balls? “What do you say?” he
whispered.
She swallowed. What did she
say? Her ass was throbbing, that’s what she said.
“Answer me,” he insisted.
“I don’t know what to say,”
she bit out through clenched teeth.
“Master,” he chided. “I
don’t know what to say, Master .”
She opened her mouth and
closed it again. No way. She could not call him, or anyone ‘master.’ No way. He
was moving again, slowly walking back around the table. What was he up to now?
“May I please get up?” she asked.
“No.” His stomach was
tight, his cock hard and throbbing as he stared down at the long handled wooden
spoon he’d grabbed and brought around with him. The head was just the right
shape and size to set her pussy on fire. He grabbed hold of her legs again and
forced her knees toward her chest.“You must learn to obey.” He rubbed the
wooden spoon up and down her leg, to let her know what was coming. “I’ll be
patient with you tonight, but you must learn.”
Her mouth parted slightly,
her breath coming faster.
He didn’t have to rear back
to strike, small flicks of the wrist were enough. He paddled her swollen pussy
lips with fast, sure licks of the spoon. The smacking sound was satisfying, as
were the sounds coming from deep in her throat. “Is that enough?” he asked
after a solid minute of punishment. “Or do you need more?”
“No, no,” she replied,
shaking her head from side to side. “Enough!”
He made a clicking sound
with his mouth.
“Master,” she blurted.
He sighed deeply,
considering his handiwork. Her ass was red and hot, her pussy was pink and
glistening and she was shaking — yet saying what he told her to. “Five
more strikes,” he announced. “Shall I paddle your ass or your pussy?”
A breathy sound escaped
her.
“If you don’t say, I’ll
paddle them both.”
“Please,” she begged. “No.”
“Both then. But with my
hand. Will that be better?”
She couldn’t think clearly.
“Y-yes,” she replied weakly.
“Yes what?”
“Please don’t make me say
it.”
He considered her a long
moment. “Let’s go into the bedroom. I’ll take care of you in there.”
He eased her off the table and
walked her through the apartment, into her bedroom. His hands were firm, one on
the back of her
stinging punishment was necessary. After a dozen blows, he stopped and waited
for her to calm.
He turned her back over,
keeping a tight grip on her legs. Her face was flushed and she looked furious.
Of course, it was mostly her pride hurting. “ Sshhh ,” he said several
times. “Calm down. Or maybe you’d like me to keep going.” He finally let go of
her legs and backed up, but keeping his eyes glued on her. She was shaking, but
she would shake some more before he was finished with her. “Do you want me to
take the gag out of your mouth?” he asked.
His mouth was near her ear
because he had rounded the table and sat. She was too furious to respond at
first, but after a few moments she nodded.
He pulled it out and put
his hands around her head, his fingers pressing alongside her face. “Never tell
me to stop,” he whispered. “I am your Master and you are mine to command.” He
hadn’t planned to say it, so it surprised him as much as her as it came out.
Once stated, it was obvious that this was what they’d been moving toward. He
had been controlling her and she had willed it to continue.
The words caused a cold,
calm sensation to fill her and still her. That was it. She was a submissive hoping for a man... a master to dominate her. That’s why she’d given
Mitch all that power over her life. She’d never realized —
Ryan stared down at her,
trying to discern the expression behind the blindfold. She’d stopped struggling
and was slowly catching her breath. He’d expected a fight, a furious reaction
to his proclamation, but she seemed to be absorbing it. Was she accepting it,
or thinking about how to karate kick his balls? “What do you say?” he
whispered.
She swallowed. What did she
say? Her ass was throbbing, that’s what she said.
“Answer me,” he insisted.
“I don’t know what to say,”
she bit out through clenched teeth.
“Master,” he chided. “I
don’t know what to say, Master .”
She opened her mouth and
closed it again. No way. She could not call him, or anyone ‘master.’ No way. He
was moving again, slowly walking back around the table. What was he up to now?
“May I please get up?” she asked.
“No.” His stomach was
tight, his cock hard and throbbing as he stared down at the long handled wooden
spoon he’d grabbed and brought around with him. The head was just the right
shape and size to set her pussy on fire. He grabbed hold of her legs again and
forced her knees toward her chest.“You must learn to obey.” He rubbed the
wooden spoon up and down her leg, to let her know what was coming. “I’ll be
patient with you tonight, but you must learn.”
Her mouth parted slightly,
her breath coming faster.
He didn’t have to rear back
to strike, small flicks of the wrist were enough. He paddled her swollen pussy
lips with fast, sure licks of the spoon. The smacking sound was satisfying, as
were the sounds coming from deep in her throat. “Is that enough?” he asked
after a solid minute of punishment. “Or do you need more?”
“No, no,” she replied,
shaking her head from side to side. “Enough!”
He made a clicking sound
with his mouth.
“Master,” she blurted.
He sighed deeply,
considering his handiwork. Her ass was red and hot, her pussy was pink and
glistening and she was shaking — yet saying what he told her to. “Five
more strikes,” he announced. “Shall I paddle your ass or your pussy?”
A breathy sound escaped
her.
“If you don’t say, I’ll
paddle them both.”
“Please,” she begged. “No.”
“Both then. But with my
hand. Will that be better?”
She couldn’t think clearly.
“Y-yes,” she replied weakly.
“Yes what?”
“Please don’t make me say
it.”
He considered her a long
moment. “Let’s go into the bedroom. I’ll take care of you in there.”
He eased her off the table and
walked her through the apartment, into her bedroom. His hands were firm, one on
the back of her
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