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will nodding. Anything less than yes is equivocation, and I will not proceed. Do you understand and accept these conditions?”
“Are you always so formal?”
“We’ll go through this every time we play.”
“And since we’ll never play again…”
“Then you only need to hear them once. Tell me what colour you are on.”
“Green, Sir.”
“In that case, kneel and place your hands at the small of your back.”
Her pulse raced. Here was the moment of truth. She’d insisted, to herself as well as to him, that she would never do that.
“I can force you,” he said. “That little trick you saw Gregorio perform? He taught me. Your choice.”
She regarded him in silence.
“I prefer you to do this of your own free will. You have five seconds.”
Deciding there would be something slightly more humiliating in being physically overpowered, she swallowed her pride and lowered herself to the floor.
If there had been any doubt in her mind that she was submitting to him, it disappeared in that moment. Being on her knees while her Dom claimed the space above her changed her state of mind.
She stared up at him, mesmerised as he shrugged from the leather blazer. He moved methodically, hanging the garment on a hook near the wall that held the spanking instruments.
He unbuttoned the top two buttons on his shirt then unfastened the ones at the cuff. He rolled the material to his elbows, exposing the sinews of his strong forearms with an appealing scattering of dark hair.
Her mouth dried. His hands were huge. And he intended to use them on her bare rear. And he’d been matter-of-fact that it would hurt.
Fear nearly stopped her heart.
He moved in closer until he stood directly in front of her. She had to tip her head back uncomfortably in order to see his eyes.
“I’m going to sit in the chair,” he told her. “And then I’m going to ask you to stand, walk over to me and drape yourself across my lap. How many spanks do you deserve?”
She didn’t know how to answer that question. “Uhm, how many is customary, Sir?”
“Excellent question.”
He was so masculine, so powerful standing above her. She had never been more aware of her femininity than she was in this very moment. “A better one is how many do you think I deserve, Sir?”
“You are a natural,” he said. “You know you’ll crave this from lovers in the future, and you won’t get it unless you seek it out.”
He hadn’t phrased it as a question, rather as a statement. It would rankle if she didn’t intuitively know he was right, even though she didn’t want him to be.
“A sub who misbehaves generally rates twelve over-the-knee spanks, and another dozen on the horse. And in a punishment spanking, I generally deny him or her an orgasm. But tonight…”
“Tonight, Sir…”
“I think eight and eight. And if you take them appropriately and ask nicely for each, I might give you an orgasm at the end.”
Damn him, damn it, he had done it again, scrambled her brains so that she wasn’t objecting to what would happen. She was thinking about the fairness of whether she would orgasm or not instead of the pain she’d have to endure. She was recalling the climax in the sunroom and desperately wanting another.
Her nipples ached. Her pussy felt wet where minutes ago she’d been dry.
“The first eight will be with my bare hand. The second will be with my tawse.”
She watched as he crossed to the horse and placed the strap on top of it.
He sat in the chair, and terror returned. He looked so imposing, so threatening. She knew she could end this at any time, and, with a flash of insight, knew she didn’t want to.
“You are welcome to hold onto the chair leg and me for balance. Since you’re new, I will trap your legs with one of mine to stop your thrashing. In the future, I’ll make you control your own motions.”
“There will be no next time, Sir.” Wildly, she wondered if she were trying to convince him or herself.
“I will
“Are you always so formal?”
“We’ll go through this every time we play.”
“And since we’ll never play again…”
“Then you only need to hear them once. Tell me what colour you are on.”
“Green, Sir.”
“In that case, kneel and place your hands at the small of your back.”
Her pulse raced. Here was the moment of truth. She’d insisted, to herself as well as to him, that she would never do that.
“I can force you,” he said. “That little trick you saw Gregorio perform? He taught me. Your choice.”
She regarded him in silence.
“I prefer you to do this of your own free will. You have five seconds.”
Deciding there would be something slightly more humiliating in being physically overpowered, she swallowed her pride and lowered herself to the floor.
If there had been any doubt in her mind that she was submitting to him, it disappeared in that moment. Being on her knees while her Dom claimed the space above her changed her state of mind.
She stared up at him, mesmerised as he shrugged from the leather blazer. He moved methodically, hanging the garment on a hook near the wall that held the spanking instruments.
He unbuttoned the top two buttons on his shirt then unfastened the ones at the cuff. He rolled the material to his elbows, exposing the sinews of his strong forearms with an appealing scattering of dark hair.
Her mouth dried. His hands were huge. And he intended to use them on her bare rear. And he’d been matter-of-fact that it would hurt.
Fear nearly stopped her heart.
He moved in closer until he stood directly in front of her. She had to tip her head back uncomfortably in order to see his eyes.
“I’m going to sit in the chair,” he told her. “And then I’m going to ask you to stand, walk over to me and drape yourself across my lap. How many spanks do you deserve?”
She didn’t know how to answer that question. “Uhm, how many is customary, Sir?”
“Excellent question.”
He was so masculine, so powerful standing above her. She had never been more aware of her femininity than she was in this very moment. “A better one is how many do you think I deserve, Sir?”
“You are a natural,” he said. “You know you’ll crave this from lovers in the future, and you won’t get it unless you seek it out.”
He hadn’t phrased it as a question, rather as a statement. It would rankle if she didn’t intuitively know he was right, even though she didn’t want him to be.
“A sub who misbehaves generally rates twelve over-the-knee spanks, and another dozen on the horse. And in a punishment spanking, I generally deny him or her an orgasm. But tonight…”
“Tonight, Sir…”
“I think eight and eight. And if you take them appropriately and ask nicely for each, I might give you an orgasm at the end.”
Damn him, damn it, he had done it again, scrambled her brains so that she wasn’t objecting to what would happen. She was thinking about the fairness of whether she would orgasm or not instead of the pain she’d have to endure. She was recalling the climax in the sunroom and desperately wanting another.
Her nipples ached. Her pussy felt wet where minutes ago she’d been dry.
“The first eight will be with my bare hand. The second will be with my tawse.”
She watched as he crossed to the horse and placed the strap on top of it.
He sat in the chair, and terror returned. He looked so imposing, so threatening. She knew she could end this at any time, and, with a flash of insight, knew she didn’t want to.
“You are welcome to hold onto the chair leg and me for balance. Since you’re new, I will trap your legs with one of mine to stop your thrashing. In the future, I’ll make you control your own motions.”
“There will be no next time, Sir.” Wildly, she wondered if she were trying to convince him or herself.
“I will
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