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She stood up and lifted her hair while he patiently threaded the ropes around her body. A few were tied around her torso, but the majority of them were focused on her pelvis. He used a double rope in the front to pull into the form of a girdle. With this design, he could put both ropes between her pussy lips and use the bands on the side to pull the lips apart, exposing her clit. Now, when the air shifted, she felt it on that sweet bundle of nerves. Of course, he noticed her movements and reached down to find the bud and give it a pinch with his fingers.

The sensation was intense so she took a quick breath.

‘Oh, now, there it is. I’ve got something special for you here too.” She looked up quickly at him. “Oh, yes, I forgot to mention that I’m going to punish you here too very soon, but not tonight.” He closed his fingers down on the exposed nub and she whined and began to squirm under his rough touch.”

“Now, You know punishment is my least favorite part of this. Let\’s get through it so we can move on to the fun stuff. Tonight we are starting with a good warm up and then, well, then, sweet girl, then I’m going to make you cry. Now, be good and ask for your spanking again. I told you no decisions, so you don’t get to choose how many. I want you sore tomorrow, so don’t be surprised if the number is high.

She sighed, this was the least favorite part. He insisted on her speaking during a scene—making sure that she had to ask for everything he did to her. It allowed for clear communication between them in difficult situations, but it was so humiliating for her. This was her kink. He obliged her because of his love, but this was not his thing and did not turn him on. This was just for her. Of course, he knew that, which was another reason he liked for her to voice her desires. Making those words tumble from her lips was the rush for him—giving her what she needed.

She blushed furiously. He stood over her reclined form with his hands folded in front of him. The epitome of control and domination. She looked up at him once and then looked away when she met his eyes immediately. Pulling all her courage, she looked up one more time and made her mouth form the words: “Please spank me, sir.”

“Why do you need to be spanked?”

“Because I haven\’t taken care of myself and I need to do that, for both of us.”

“Very well done, sweet one. Now, Come on, up over my knees. Again, I do not enjoy this. Be quick.”

He started out with a mild intensity, softer smacks that landed on her backside, holding his hand over the spot for a second or two, just taking his time to squeeze and feel. Alternating sides, he ramped up the intensity of his swings after a few minutes of slapping and squeezing her backside. With the intensity, came the color. He liked watching her skin turn a slight pink, then a furious red, as the evening progressed. Although hitting her was absolutely not thing, he really did enjoy the site of her eyes glassy, tears freely flowing and her breath catching in her throat when he made contact with his hand.

He started concentrating his swats right on her sit spot. Staying on one side for five or ten hits. As the number of smacks started to increase, he could hear her breathing change. Then, he’d switch to the other side, but keep hitting the same spot. As the pain escalated she decided to move her hands into the way of his swings. He shhh’d her and folded her elbow gently so that her arm was held behind her at her lower back. “No. This is punishment. Do I need to bind you?”

“No, sir. You do not need to bind me.”

“That was a good reply, sweet one. Now, we still aren’t halfway finished, so let’s keep going. I’m excited to punish your clit after I’ve taken out some issues with your ass.

“Yes, sir. I would like you to finish my punishment please.”

“Oh, now, there we go. You are such a good submissive. Only a little more.” He was glad she had fully assumed her sub role and didn’t seem to be fighting it any more. That usually signaled her first deep step into relaxation. She had described it like a pool of water; shocking at first, and then comforting. He started hitting her on her opposite side, but right below her low sit spot where it made her squirm. Over and over again in that one location. He didn’t even have to hit it hard anymore. That location, that repetition, it did most of the work for him. When she had built up a good flow of tears, he switched it up. Moving her to sit beside him he looked her in the eyes, “That was a beautiful warm up. I hope you are ready for a bit more intensity.”

“Yes, my one. I would like more intensity please. May I…” she stopped and looked down at her lap.

“Yes, pet? I said no decisions, but you may make requests if you like. I may not honor them. I’m honestly not in the mood tonight. I have plans.” He voice became slightly perturbed. She needed to stop demanding and simply take. That was one of the bigger parts of the whole exchange. He had always been able to give her the violence that came with her needs, but the discipline, was what she truly craved. To form to his shape and needs and desires and release all of hers no matter the cost to her or her body.

“May I suck your cock, Sir?” Her eyes betrayed her as she glanced up into his.

“Not right now. Why do I have the feeling your bottom is sore and you are trying to get out of punishment tonight? Is that what\’s happening?”

“No, Sir. I just want to serve you.”

He never let his anger in the scene get out of control because it was never there in the first place. He liked being difficult with her, and she enjoyed the same tension. That anxiety and stress were a beautiful source of material to torture her with. “You serve me and my pleasure as I say. If I had wanted you sucking my cock, you would have already been on your knees and gagging. Tell me, who is in charge of this scene, sweet one?”

“You are, Sir.”

“Is it good for you to trust me to be within your boundaries or bad?”

“Very good, Sir.”

“Exactly. Now, I understand that serving me makes you happy, but today, I need your obedience and your discipline. Not your mouth. You have not been physically or emotionally caring for yourself and that changes tonight. You will do better and I will help you. We will have this scene tonight for you to let out some stress and then tomorrow, we can drink coffee, take a walk, eat good food and make a list of ways we can get your time back.”

She looked up from her lap at him. It was forbidden during a scene in their dynamic, but she didn’t feel like she was pushing him. She raised her hand to his cheek and softly stroked down his chin. “Thank you, my love.” It was an inappropriate name and very inappropriate gesture, but he knew why she was breaking the scene. This was a milestone.

This was her truly seeing his sacrifice and drive for her.

“You are welcome, my one.” He glided towards her for a kiss and she could simply not resist the pull of him. Pushing herself up, she found herself kneeling between his legs with both hands stroking his cheeks. “Now, let’s finish up so that we can have a little fun. Only ten more. I know you can do it, but I’m not going to go easy on you, okay. These are supposed to hurt.” He held her by her upper arm and guided her to her position over his lap. She sniffled, but resigned herself, dropping her head low. “Now, I’m going to hold your hands so you don’t try to cover up. “. He twisted her arm behind her and folded his fingers with hers. “Here we go; you will still need to count, little on.”

He struck hard right on the meat of her rear, more impact than pain. Dragging his fingertips over the sore skin, he waited for “one” to push from her lips. When she complied, he struck again, but on the other side. She sucked in a breath, but her hands were pulling away trying to shield her rear. It was a natural reaction, but it pissed him off. If she wanted submission, she was going to have to give it.

“No. That’s it. No more pulling. Here. I can make it so you don’t put your hands back there to block your punishment.” He reached under his seat and pulled out the paddle he had hidden there earlier.

“The paddle. I know you hate it, but I think it’s needed.” He had her stand up and then held her by the waist and pushed her back down so that her hands were in front of her and her ass was bent up over the chair.

“Now. Keep your hands on the chair. Every time you take them off, I will add three strokes. Are you ready for your last…hmmmm, I don’t know where we left off. Well, let’s do a nice round ten.

“Siiiirrrr” she whined as she realized her fate and exactly how hot her ass would feel at the end of this session. He was being extra stern and she loved it. He did this for her.

“Yes.” With that, he swung. He was only at about half strength for the first one, then he ratcheted up the impact with the ones that followed. He punctuated each word with a swing from the paddle with a husky whisper tinted by the exertion.

“Now. Don’t. Move. My. Love. Submit. To. Me. Now.”With resoundingly deep blows, he flattened her ass with each impact. She wailed, but by the fourth hit, her body had gone limp. Finally, she wasn’t fighting it. She was accepting the pain and letting it all go.

“Now, I’m going to give you one last swat. I want you to ask for it nicely and respectfully. Ask me to give you what you need, my one.”

“Yes. Yes, please. Give me one more, Sir. I can take it and I will be so good for you.”

“No, little one. The goal here is for you to be good to you.” He guided her down to her knees and used his index finger to lift her chin. The tears streaking her face for beautiful. He wished he could keep her like this…so soft, with the fight all but gone. “After this last hit, you will get your reward, but I want you to remember this one, so get back into position for me.”

She moved to put her face down and gripped the sides of the settee. When she got fully down he put one hand on her back and used the other hand to pull apart her lips and view her cunt fully from behind. Although her cheeks were red, her pussy lips glistened. “You look so good like this. So open. Next time we do this, I want to put the ginger in your ass for your spanking. We also need to do some work widening your asshole; I’ve been in the mood for some anal, and I hate it when your hole is too tight to really let me wreck you without worrying. Now, you’ve got me excited and off task. That means you get two more, little one. When you are ready, you may ask for the last two.

“Please, Sir. Please finish my punishment.”

“Why are you being punished?”

“Because I didn’t take care of myself.”

With that, he used his arm to drop down and smack her backside firmly landing across the two swollen and red globes of her ass. The cry for her was more of a moan mixed with a string of curse words. He watched her pussy clench and release as she worked through the pain. After her sobs slowed down, she asked again.

“Sir, please. Please finish my punishment.”

“As you wish, my one.”

Rearing back, he aimed low for her upper thighs. The paddle slapped at her skin making a brilliant crack amongst her heavy breaths. He dropped the paddle and fell to his knees.

“Now, you’ve been so good for me. You’ve learned your lesson and now it is time for your reward. You are going to cum for me three times in places of my choosing. After that, I’ll decide how I’m going to fuck you and we’ll start our after care.”

She yelped as he ran his hand over her tender flesh. “Shhhhh, here you go.” He lowered himself behind her and began to lap at her cunt. Starting low at her clit and then dragging his tongue all the way up almost to her asshole, but not quite.

He would save that for the next scene.

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