by E J Frost
the paddle has left on her pale skin.
Beautiful.
“Sorry, kitten, I couldn’t hear you, what
was that?”
“I-I—” she stutters. I give her a second to
start to regain her composure, then bring the
paddle down hard on her unmarked cheek.
She howls, twisting wildly against the
restraints. Scrabbling with her knees and feet
before collapsing back into the hammock.
I rub my palms over her ass. Gently cup
the pinkened skin. Listen to her breathing to
make sure she’s okay. That the two blows
haven’t been too much. She’s panting,
gasping, but not crying. Not saying the safe-
word. I reach under her and untwist her skirt,
which has tangled while she’s been
thrashing. Fold it gently over her back so her
scar is covered. I don’t want her to be self-
conscious about that now. I want her entire
focus to be on what I’m doing to her. When
her breathing begins to even out, I rub the
paddle in a slow figure-eight over the sweet
globes of her ass. “I’m waitin’, kitten.”
She arches her shoulders. Rubs her
forehead against the hammock. “F-fuck,
what?”
“Tell me what you saw.” I keep rubbing
while I speak. Watch the flush begin to fade,
leaving just the spatulate red marks that will
darken into bruises, livid against her pale
skin. Is there anything more beautiful than her
marked ass?
“I, uh, I walked in on it at a party.” She
snuffles. “T-there was a girl. She was tied
up. And this guy was hitting the backs of her
legs with a stick.”
Caning. I like the marks of spanking or
paddling better, but I could make myself a
cane, if that would turn my kitten on. “Backs
of her legs, huh?” I ease a hand under her.
Lift her hips onto my forearm. Her body arcs,
perfectly exposing the tops of her thighs. I set
the paddle aside for a moment to stroke the
soft, vulnerable spot under each buttock.
Press in with my fingers until her breath
catches. Release and watch the four marks of
my fingers blanche. “Didn’t they stop when
you walked in on ‘em? Tell you to get out?”
“N-no. They let me stay and watch.”
“Did it turn you on, kitten?” I ask softly.
“Yes,” she whispers.
“Is that what you imagined me doin’ to
you? All those nights you were humpin’ my
coat?”
She thrashes indignantly, but between the
restraints and the arm I’ve got under her,
she’s not going anywhere.
I pick up the paddle and rub it across the
back of her thigh. “I didn’t hear an answer,
kitten.”
“I, uh, oh God, please, Hale, don’t. I
can’t – not again.”
Not the safe word. I tap her very lightly
with the paddle. “No? I think you deserve at
least one more for calling me that.”
“I, uh—”
I time it the same as before. Just as she
draws breath. I bring the paddle down on the
back of her thigh. She shrieks and bucks
against my arm, against the restraints. So
hard the whole hammock shakes. I didn’t hit
her as hard as on the first two strokes; she’s
got less padding on the back of her thighs. I
don’t want her so bruised she can’t enjoy the
rest of the night.
“And maybe one more for not answering
me.” I rub the back of her other thigh with the
paddle. She definitely needs symmetrical
marks.
“No!” she wails, before I even raise the
paddle. “No, no, no. That’s it. I can’t take
any more.”
“One more.”
“No! Please, I can’t.” She twists against
the restraints. “Please, Hale!”
“One more for me.” I press the paddle
against the backs of her thighs. She’ll feel
that in other places, too.
“No, no, no.” She tosses her head back
and forth between her bound arms.
I set the paddle on top of her ass. Rub my
fingers down between those sweet, firm
globes. Her sex is like an arrowhead,
pointing the way to the promised land. She’s
so aroused her thighs glisten all the way to
her knees. I tickle my fingers up and down
her pouty, wet lips until she’s shuddering and
rolling her hips against my arm. “Is this what
you want, kitten?”
“Yes,” she moans.
“I might be inclined to give it to you. But
you have to take one more stroke for me.”
“No, God. No, just, no.” She sobs dryly
for a moment. Then her ass lifts and every
muscle in her body clenches, locking against
the pain. “Do it. Don’t talk to me about it.
Just get it over with!”
“No, that’s not the way it works.” I
withdraw my fingers. Pick up the paddle and
give her a light tap across the juncture I’ve
just been stroking. Smile at her gasp. “You
have to ask for it.”
She sags against my arm. “Fuck you!”
I give her another tap across her flared
labia with the paddle. “Nicely.”
“No! I won’t. I won’t!”
“You will,” I say gently. Rub hard with
the paddle. I’m loving this. I’ve never played
with a woman like this before – although
I’ve fantasized about it plenty – I never
thought a woman would trust me enough to
give herself over to me so completely. It’s
such a turn-on I’m about to come in my pants.
She bucks and thrashes. Protests so
vehemently her voice rises to a hiss I’ve
never heard her make before. Like a furious
cat. I keep coaxing her with light touches of
the paddle. Soft taunts. She’s sobbing, her
breath hitching, her body a tight arc between
the restraints on her wrists and my arm
pinioning her hips. I know this is harder for
her than taking pain, although the paddling
might be more painful than she expected. She
has a stubborn, anti-authoritarian streak.
She’s fine when she’s just surrendering
control, but making her ask for it, forcing her to become complicit in her own submission,
brings that anti-authoritarian streak right to
the front. And that she’s put up a fight, drawn
a line and resisted me, makes the battle, and
her inevitable surrender, a thousand times
sweeter.
Finally, she slumps into the hammock.
Her hips are a dead weight across my arm.
Her skin is sheened with sweat. I know
what’s coming and it’s so exciting that it’s
all I can do not to pull her ass into the air and
fuck her. But I want that victory. That
ultimate surrender. I rub two fingers up and
down the crack of her ass, tickling and
teasing. She shudders. Whis
pers something
too low for me to make out the words.
“Loud enough that I can hear, kitten.”
She howls, defiant even in her surrender.
“Please . . . give me one more!”
I lift her hips with my arm and bring the
paddle down on the back of her thigh before
her words have even faded from the air. She
screams, coughs and sobs into her crossed
arms. I drop the paddle into the bag and
stroke her ass, feeling the wonderful heat of
her flushed skin. Then I pull her back onto
her knees, kneel behind her as I push my
pants down and enter her. She’s so slippery I
don’t even need to work myself in. Her body
clenches around mine immediately. As soon
as I enter her. She’s coming already, sobbing
and gasping. I thrust deep to heighten her
pleasure, ride the convulsions of her orgasm
with hard strokes. Throw my head back and
grit my teeth when my body starts to follow
her. Just as I feel my balls clench, I reach
down and squeeze the base of my cock.
Stars explode behind my eyelids. My
groans of pleasure end in a sharp gulp. I was
close and it hurts more than I expect to
suppress my orgasm. But the pain does its
job – I don’t come, and when Kez collapses
under me, I ease out of her and wipe myself
off. Still ready and able to play.
Kez pulls her legs up under her, curls into
a trembling ball. Bruised ass in the air. Face
buried between her arms. I stretch out beside
her and lazily rub a towel between her legs.
Give her time to calm down after that
intense, intense play. Slowly, she turns her
head so she can look at me. Her eyes and
cheeks are wet. I reach behind me, pick up a
fresh towel and wipe her face.
“How’re you doin’, kitten?” I ask, as I
clean her up.
“O-okay,” she whispers.
I don’t believe her. She’s shaking all
over. Maybe it was too much.
“C’mere.” I reach up and release the
slip-knot so I can gather her to me without
yanking on her arms. Wait until she relaxes a
little, then cradle her against my chest. Feel
the sweet, damp brush of skin and hair where
her dress has ridden up and my pants have
tangled around my knees. Intimate. Nice.
“How’s that? Better?”
“Better,” she whispers. She burrows into
me. I stroke her, slowly, running my hand
over her from nape to the hot skin of her ass.
There’s a bulge of material twisted around
her waist. I tug on it until she lifts and I can
straighten it out for her, although I leave it
pushed up to her waist in the front so I can
continue to enjoy the brush of her skin
against mine. Slowly, she stops shaking.
“If it ever gets to be too much,” I say,
“Remember rule number two.” I’ll be sorry
if she uses the safe-word. I’m enjoying this
more than any sex I’ve ever had. But I don’t
want it to be too much for her.
She rubs her cheek against my shoulder
and blinks those huge, tear-stained eyes up at
me. “I can’t see ever doing that.”
“Not even if I paddle you again?” She
winces and twitches away. I chuckle and
gather her close. “Was it too much?”
“No, it was . . .” She thinks about it
seriously for a moment. “I don’t know the
right way to say it.”
“Painful?”
“Uh. No. I mean, it hurt. A lot. But that’s
not what made it different. It felt like – it felt
like you were pulling me apart. That doesn’t
make any sense, does it?”
“Yeah, it does.” Any other time, maybe
not. But I felt her struggle. Felt her break
through some internal barrier in order to give
what I was demanding from her. “How’re
you feelin’ now?”
She’s silent for a long moment, which is
all the answer I need. She’s still shaken. “Put
your arms around my neck,” I tell her.
When she does, I pull her thigh over
mine. Snug her body close. Run my hands all
over her. Gentle over the hot, bruised flesh
of her ass. Tickling over her arms and upper
back. Sneaking my hands under the soft
fabric of her dress to caress her sweat-sticky
skin. “Is that better?” I ask softly.
“Yes,” she breathes. Her breathy little
admission, combined with the petting, bring
the little monster back to attention.
I cup her sweet face, tilt it up to mine,
kiss her slow and deep. “I love playin’ with
you, kitten. More’n anything I’ve ever done.”
“Have you done this . . . a lot?” she asks.
“I mean, have you done this kind of thing
before, a lot?”
“Nope. You wanna know how it
started?” That’s a memory I don’t mind
sharing.
“Yes.” She cuddles closer.
“My very first girl. Her name was Selly.
Orphan like you an’ me. We were in the
same home. We’d been together a couple of
weeks. Hadn’t done anything but straight
missionary. She’d come to me a virgin and
neither of us knew anything other than what
we’d been taught in v-school and told by
other kids. One night, we were wrestlin’
around. I was ticklin’ her and she was
pretendin’ to fight back. I ended up on top.
She was wrigglin’ around under me. I pinned
her down. Next thing I knew, she’d wrapped
her legs around my waist and we were
fucking like that, with me holding her down.
Best thing I’d ever felt. Beautiful.” It was the
first time Selly and I came together – the first
time I was sure Selly came at all. It was
beautiful, but it was nothing compared to
what I do with Kez. I kiss her to make sure
she knows that. “That’s when I knew what I
wanted. But I lost Selly not long after, and I
didn’t find it again.” Not for decades. The
girl on the Galaxaura objected when I tried
to tie her up. Mouse was too damaged for
anything rough, although she did initiate me
into the wonderful world of anal sex. “Not
until you, kitten.”
“Really?” She looks up at me, wide-eyed
with surprise. “I thought you’d done this a
million times.”
“Not even a dozen times. Most of ‘em
with you.”
That gets me a broad, brilliant kitten
smile. “I like that.”
“Yeah?” I give her a squeeze and another
deep kiss. “I like bein’ with you. Whatever
we’re doin’.”
Her smile turns sly and sexy.
“You wanna try somethin’ else?” I’m
pretty sure she’s okay now. The paddling
shook her, but she seems ready to play again.
But I give her the chance to bow out if she
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“Yes, please.”
“Good. Roll over. Take a look at that sky
while I get ready.”
She does, without hesitation or argument.
I leave the ties around her wrists, straighten
out her dress, shuck off my pants and drape
the thermoblanket over our legs so we don’t
get cold.
“Wow, that’s beautiful,” she says.
Propping myself on my elbow behind her,
looking down at the sweet curves of her neck
and shoulder, I completely agree.
“Don’t you—?” Kez cranes her neck so
she can look back over her shoulder at me.
Finds me looking at her and rolls her eyes.
“You’re not watching the sunset.”
No, I wasn’t. I was looking at something
much more interesting. I glance at the sky –
which is pretty – then back at my kitten.
“You watch it. I’ll watch you.”
She shakes her head at me, but looks back
at the sunset. “What do you see?” she asks
softly.
“Everythin’ I want.” Actually, that’s not
completely true. There are a few toys
missing. I reach under the hammock into my
bag, pull out two bulbs of lube, the little
vibrator Kez chose, and several more
towels. I roll up two of the towels, reach
under the blanket, and place them in front of
her thighs. “Put your knee across those.”
She obeys immediately, opening herself
up to me. I spoon against her back and enjoy
the beauty in front of me. Kiss her soft nape.
Reach around to cup her breasts. The dress
lets me be rougher than I could be if her
breasts were bare. I pinch and roll her
nipples through the cloth until Kez is
gasping, writhing against me. My cock’s
snugged naturally between her ass-cheeks.
Hard and ready. I rock my hips, tilt so my tip
slides between her legs and rub myself
against her, grinding against that soft
wetness. But I avoid entering her. I want to
stretch this out, this sweet play.
“You’re not watchin’ the sunset,” I
observe. She’s rolled her head to the side,
pressed it into my shoulder, and closed her
eyes. Her face is suffused with more light
than the sky. She looks beyond happy. She
looks blissful. I kiss the side of her neck, lick
under her ear until she giggles.
“Do you want me to pay attention to the
sunset or what you’re doing to me?”
“Both. If you’re gonna be a pilot, you
gotta learn to multitask.”
She laughs. “I multitask way better than
