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and hips, and Dahlia expelled a groan of pain.
“Does this hurt?” Mrs. Alonso asked.
“Yessssss… but it feels wonderful. Thank you. No one has ever touched me like this before.”
“The human body is blessed with many zones of pleasure and sorrow, cara mia . I will teach you that there is more to your need than what you have experienced. I will teach you the true nature of pain. Of the body and of the heart. Hold still and breathe… in and out… slowly.”
Dahlia swallowed audibly as she felt knuckles bearing down on either side of her neck to the shoulders, then moving their way down either side from the spine to the lower back. She forced herself to breathe as the pain rippled across her buttocks to the backs of her knees. Oil was lavishly poured over her skin and expertly massaged in, causing Dahlia to sink into the mattress. Her eyes shot open when a sharp smack landed across her cheeks.
“What the…?”
“Hush,” a deep male voice ordered. Blake! “Stay put and do not budge. This is the finest grade bull hide,” he rumbled as he began to stroke something wide and heavy back and forth over her upturned cheeks. “It is a work of art. Feel these edges? They have been beveled and oil-sanded, and the craftsman designed a cherry wood handle to perfectly fit my hand. Can you feel how long it is? No? It is three feet of ¼-inch–thick leather that he weighted and balanced to penetrate deep and leave a lasting impression. Take a deep breath and exhale…”
Dahlia obeyed as goose bumps raised the hairs of her arms. She closed her eyes anticipating the first true fall of the lash. The searing bite of the weighted leather embraced the roundness of her buttocks and she lifted her head in stunned silence while catching the breath that threatened to abandon her.
“Not a sound,” Blake warned, slowly pulling the strap from her body. The feeling of the warm material leaving her was as shocking as the impact. He waited, allowing the oiled area to cool in the open air before bringing his arm back. The leather made no audible sound as it cut through space before it again splattered across her flesh. Dahlia bit her lip, her desire to cry out overwhelming as she cringed against the violent caress. She panted as the strap rested where it had struck, reminding her that she could not abscond from the instrument of her pain. Blake lifted the leather from her again, pausing before he ran the edge over the welted skin and up and down the crease of her ass.
“What is the strap doing, Dahlia?” he asked, his voice murky as she felt her mind distancing itself from her body. “Dahlia? Stay with me. You are not permitted to leave.”
“I ’ m… I ’ m not going anywhere,” she murmured as a sense of drunkenness began to overtake her.
He replaced the strap with his hand, smacking her in six quick, staccato swats across the tender flesh. She yelped in surprise, not expecting the assault.
“Oh, shit!” she called out.
“Are you awake now?” Blake asked, lying next to her on the bed.
“What is happening? What are you doing to me?” She began to cry.
He pulled her against his chest. “We are experimenting with your tolerance, honey. You have the ability to drift into subspace like no one I have ever known, so I need to learn how to draw you out if I am to use physical pain to discipline you.”
“She already punished me today with that awful enema. I told you I didn ’ t want medical play,” Dahlia sobbed. She felt the bed sink on the other side of her body and a warm hand began to stroke her hair.
“No, darling, that was not punishment. That was cleansing. And I told you that I would evaluate your claimed limits. If it is something I believe will help you, then we will explore it. You needed that enema to learn how to release your control. You also had to submit to a woman, which added to the humiliation.”
“ I don’t understand. ”
“Take her across your knee, Giada. She needs a good
“Does this hurt?” Mrs. Alonso asked.
“Yessssss… but it feels wonderful. Thank you. No one has ever touched me like this before.”
“The human body is blessed with many zones of pleasure and sorrow, cara mia . I will teach you that there is more to your need than what you have experienced. I will teach you the true nature of pain. Of the body and of the heart. Hold still and breathe… in and out… slowly.”
Dahlia swallowed audibly as she felt knuckles bearing down on either side of her neck to the shoulders, then moving their way down either side from the spine to the lower back. She forced herself to breathe as the pain rippled across her buttocks to the backs of her knees. Oil was lavishly poured over her skin and expertly massaged in, causing Dahlia to sink into the mattress. Her eyes shot open when a sharp smack landed across her cheeks.
“What the…?”
“Hush,” a deep male voice ordered. Blake! “Stay put and do not budge. This is the finest grade bull hide,” he rumbled as he began to stroke something wide and heavy back and forth over her upturned cheeks. “It is a work of art. Feel these edges? They have been beveled and oil-sanded, and the craftsman designed a cherry wood handle to perfectly fit my hand. Can you feel how long it is? No? It is three feet of ¼-inch–thick leather that he weighted and balanced to penetrate deep and leave a lasting impression. Take a deep breath and exhale…”
Dahlia obeyed as goose bumps raised the hairs of her arms. She closed her eyes anticipating the first true fall of the lash. The searing bite of the weighted leather embraced the roundness of her buttocks and she lifted her head in stunned silence while catching the breath that threatened to abandon her.
“Not a sound,” Blake warned, slowly pulling the strap from her body. The feeling of the warm material leaving her was as shocking as the impact. He waited, allowing the oiled area to cool in the open air before bringing his arm back. The leather made no audible sound as it cut through space before it again splattered across her flesh. Dahlia bit her lip, her desire to cry out overwhelming as she cringed against the violent caress. She panted as the strap rested where it had struck, reminding her that she could not abscond from the instrument of her pain. Blake lifted the leather from her again, pausing before he ran the edge over the welted skin and up and down the crease of her ass.
“What is the strap doing, Dahlia?” he asked, his voice murky as she felt her mind distancing itself from her body. “Dahlia? Stay with me. You are not permitted to leave.”
“I ’ m… I ’ m not going anywhere,” she murmured as a sense of drunkenness began to overtake her.
He replaced the strap with his hand, smacking her in six quick, staccato swats across the tender flesh. She yelped in surprise, not expecting the assault.
“Oh, shit!” she called out.
“Are you awake now?” Blake asked, lying next to her on the bed.
“What is happening? What are you doing to me?” She began to cry.
He pulled her against his chest. “We are experimenting with your tolerance, honey. You have the ability to drift into subspace like no one I have ever known, so I need to learn how to draw you out if I am to use physical pain to discipline you.”
“She already punished me today with that awful enema. I told you I didn ’ t want medical play,” Dahlia sobbed. She felt the bed sink on the other side of her body and a warm hand began to stroke her hair.
“No, darling, that was not punishment. That was cleansing. And I told you that I would evaluate your claimed limits. If it is something I believe will help you, then we will explore it. You needed that enema to learn how to release your control. You also had to submit to a woman, which added to the humiliation.”
“ I don’t understand. ”
“Take her across your knee, Giada. She needs a good
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