by Linnea May
“But—”
Before I could object, he had pulled out his fingers and turned me around so I was facing the pond and shrine behind. He bent me over, making me lean on the wooden fence that was surrounding the pond and pulled up my dress.
“Offer yourself to me,” he said, while I was standing in front of him, bent over and with my skirt lifted, exposing my butt. He gently pulled down my panties to my knees and repeated: “Offer yourself.”
I hollowed my back as far as I could, lifting my ass invitingly.
He was pleased. “Good girl.”
But instead of granting me what I desired most, he slapped my naked ass. Three times in a row, hard. Twice on the left, once on the right. I gasped for air after each stroke. Damn it hurt—and it was loud. The slapping sound echoed through the entire shrine facility, hovering over the pond even seconds after the strokes happened. I could feel the aftermath on my ass cheeks. The impacts continued to have an effect, a slight, pulsating pain, only adding to my arousal. It felt divine.
“More…” I pleaded.
He leaned forward. “What did you say, my pet?”
I lowered my head in shame. “More. Please, sir.”
“I am punishing you,” he whispered. “I think you are enjoying this a little too much.”
I shook my head. “No, sir. It hurts.” But I still wanted more. God, I wanted him to spank me until my ass was numb with sweet, glowing pain.
He sensed my wishes and provided me with two more spankings. I moaned after each one. They hurt, but not as much as the first ones. Not enough.
He hesitated for a moment, mumbling something I couldn’t understand. I lifted my head, surveying the pond and the beautifully lit shrine in front of me. It was a breathtaking scenery. And luckily, there were still no people to be seen. Thank God.
I heard a sudden swish sound behind me. He had taken off his belt. My heart jumped in anticipation. I flinched when one of his hands touched my ass. He gently caressed my skin, first the left side, then the right.
“Do you want to feel this?” he asked, lightly stroking my ass with his belt.
“Yes, sir. Please.” I begged.
“Good,” he whispered. “Five strokes. I think you can handle that. And I don’t want to hear the slightest sound coming out of your sweet mouth, do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
God, would he please start now?
He gave me one last gentle caress with his hand before he stepped back. I offered my naked ass to him without being asked, lowering my back, eagerly awaiting his belt.
Still, the first blow struck me by surprise. I gasped for air, my eyes widening in shock. Now I understood why he had warned me not to make a sound—it was hard not to scream out loud.
And he started counting down. “One.”
The belt snapped my backside a second time. I noticed that he had slightly changed the location, now striking a different part of my skin. “Two.”
The third blow brought tears to my eyes. “Three.”
I was breathing heavily, taking huge gulps of air to deal with the pain he was inflicting on me and braced myself for the final two.
The blistering pain cut across my ass for the fourth time. “Four.”
It was at this point that I started sobbing. It hurt so much more than his hands. Each blow was a thrilling sensation of pain, more than I had ever endured in this way.
He ignored my sobbing and the belt cut into my flesh one last time. “Five.”
I had made it. No sound had come out of my mouth. Still gasping for air, I lifted my head, apathetically staring across the pond through teary eyes. I was still lowering my back, invitingly lifting my burning ass.
And this time, he accepted my invitation, pushing his hard cock inside with one sudden, deep thrust. I moaned loudly when he finally fucked me as I had begged him to for so long. His pelvis was touching my sore behind with each hard thrust, adding to my arousal. It felt incredible. I leaned into him, my body aching for harder, deeper thrusts. And he listened. He grabbed my hips with both hands and started pounding me harder than ever before. I met every single one of his rough thrusts and could feel my orgasm building up. I mustn’t come. Damn, how the hell am I supposed to withstand this? I didn’t want to.
“Please, may I…”
“No!” he snapped breathlessly, and moments later I could feel him find his release inside me. The feeling of his pulsating cock as he climaxed almost drove me over the edge. Almost.
He bent over, leaning down on my back and caressing my breasts from behind, while gently biting my left earlobe, breathing: “Good girl. Very good girl.”
I panted heavily, hollowing my back even further so I could lift my head back to him, meeting his body. He was still inside me, relaxing quickly. We remained like this for a few moments, trying to catch our breath.
I decided to try my luck one more time. I was so fucking horny. “I need to come.”
He chuckled. “Not tonight, my pet. I want you to feel the same frustration I felt last week.”
“But—”
“No,” he interrupted. “Obey.”
He withdrew and quickly dressed himself.
I sighed. Pulling up my panties over my sore ass, I turned around, looking up at him with pleading eyes. He was standing in front of me, looking unfairly pleased. He tenderly wiped away the almost dried-up tears beneath my eyes. “You are breathtakingly beautiful, my pet.”
I smiled helplessly. “Yet you will send me home hungry tonight?”
He nodded and planted a tender kiss on my lips. “Yes. You will go home hungry and with your cunt dripping with my cum.”
I blushed at his words. “Yes, sir.”
He noticed the little frown that accompanied my words, but decided to let it go.
This had been my retribution—the sweetest punishment I had ever received. But a punishment nonetheless.
5
We encountered two other people when we strolled through the shrine facility afterward. They were a young Japanese couple, paying their respects to the shrine. I strongly hoped that they had just gotten here. They completely ignored us when we walked by them, which I took for a good sign.
“Have you been here before?” I asked the wolf. He was holding my hand in his usual firm grip, not letting me get farther away than absolutely necessary for both of us to be able to walk properly.
He smiled down at me. “Yes, sure.”
His expression had changed a lot. It was the first time that I was able to read something in his otherwise concealed face. Happiness. He looked truly happy.
“With other women?”
He chuckled. “Why is my pet so curious?”
I tried to act nonchalant and shrugged my shoulders. “I was just wondering.”
“Are you jealous?”
I looked up at him, putting on an indignant face, partly because I was actually surprised at such an accusation, partly because I knew it would amuse him. Yet I did not like the thought that he had called someone else his pet before and showered another woman with this much affection.
“I have no reason to be jealous,” was my rational reply. “But um… do you have other pets besides me?”
He squeezed my hand and stopped walking. He turned me around and put his free hand at the back of my head, pulling me closer toward him.
“You are so cute when you’re jealous.”
“I’m not jealous!” I stubbornly repeated.
He smiled and leaned down to kiss me instead of replying. I wanted to reject him, but of course that attempt was doomed to fail as soon as his soft lips touched mine. His kisses were so passionate, so full of affection.
The connection we had was inexplicable to me. I had known this man for less than a month and only met him three times, yet time seemed to stop every time he kissed me. However, I was certain that my feelings were not romantic, but based on pure lust. I didn’t know him at all. All I knew about him was sexual. I knew he was a charmer, a heavenly
kisser, skillful with his hands and the best lover I had ever had. And he knew what I needed and how to give it to me.
The kiss stopped and he looked at me affectionately. “No,” he finally said. “I’ve had others before, but I only need one pet at a time to keep me company.”
He planted a little peck on my forehead. “And for now, that will be you. My one and only girl, my beautiful pet.”
I smiled. “I like to hear that.”
“And I don’t like to share,” he said, now with a stern voice. “At least not when we’re not playing together. There might be others involved as we continue our play, but I don’t want my pet to toy around with other men. You are mine.”
“Oh.”
I had never even thought about that. Since my breakup with Leif I actually did have a few flings and affairs that were going on simultaneously. I hadn’t planned on being exclusive with one man when I started searching for play partners here in Tokyo.
But then again, there had been no one else of interest for me. I hadn’t even checked my apps since I had met him.
He gave me a suspicious side look as I kept him waiting for a reply. “Are you seeing other men, my pet?”
“No,” I answered truthfully.
“Are you planning to?”
I shook my head. “No, I don’t think so.”
“You don’t think so?”
“I won’t.” I promised. After all, even if I had the slightest interest in dating other men, I wouldn’t have the time if I was to see him twice a week and still wanted to have a social life and succeed in my freshly obtained job at the embassy.
“Good. I am looking forward to training you more,” he said, accompanied by a devilish smile. I knew he was waiting for a reaction from my side, a question maybe, maybe a shocked expression. But by now I did have an idea, what his “training” would look like, and I knew I wanted to explore more of it.
Nonetheless, he soothed me. “Don’t worry. All you have to do is always say yes, and I will explode again and again inside of you.”
He stroked my hair and kissed me again,before he leaned down to whisper in my ear, “Yes from a woman’s lips is the sexiest thing on earth.”
“Is it?” I asked. I sounded silly in my ears.
“Yes, my pet. Especially when it is coming from your lips.”
He swept away a strand of hair from my face. I could still see happiness in his dark face. His black eyes were resting on me with adoration and affection. No one had ever looked at me that way. It made my cheeks blush and my heart flutter.
And he knew that. He knew of his power over me. I was a different person in his presence—a person I had never met before. But I liked being her.
He accompanied me to the next subway station, even though I repeatedly told him that I would be okay.
“I’ll find my way, it’s not far.”
“I know,” he said, winking at me. “But I enjoy walking with you, knowing that your cunt is dripping with my cum.”
He said it so nonchalantly, as if he was talking about the weather. I blushed and fell silent for a moment.
“When will I see you again?” he asked when we had reached the station entrance.
I shrugged. “I don’t know. When are you free?”
“Always,” he said.
I raised my eyebrows. “Well, I am meeting friends tomorrow. So this weekend is out.”
“During the week then,” he said. “Taking it slow. Just let me know in advance.”
I nodded. “Yes, sir.”
A smile appeared on his face. Undoubtedly a sincere, happy smile. He almost looked like a young boy when he was smiling like that, even though I knew he was slightly older than me.
He leaned down for a goodbye kiss and dismissed me with yet another batch of sweet words.
“There are endless parts of your body I still want to taste and tease. I will never need another when I am with you.”
6
I had underestimated the severity of his strokes. It did make a big difference whether he was using his hands or the belt. I knew that now.
My ass hurt enough for me to be unable to sit comfortably for longer than a few minutes. I was curious and checked it in the mirror after taking a shower in the morning. Sure enough, my behind was sore and red. One could even see faint, red stripes where the belt had hit the skin.
I was kind of proud of what I saw in the mirror. I liked being marked by him. It proved that I was his, a sensation that was still new and exciting to me. To be someone’s possession. And to enjoy it to the extent I did. I liked the person I was when I was with him. It was a part of me that had no place in my normal life.
His first message showed up before I had even had breakfast.
“How is my perfect pet?”
I smiled. “Good morning, Master. Very good.”
And because I knew he would love to hear it, I added: “My ass is sore and red. You marked me pretty good.”
Of course, he wanted to see it himself. “Show me!”
“You want a picture?”
“Yes.”
Damn. Well, I could have anticipated this. Of course he wanted a picture.
So instead of getting ready to go outside and do some grocery shopping as I had planned, I stripped down naked and found myself awkwardly posing in front of my web cam, trying my best to take a halfway decent picture of my behind. I had never done anything like this for anyone before, not even my ex-boyfriend Leif. But I probably would have if he had ever asked. He just hadn’t. No one had ever been interested in seeing as much of me as the wolf.
I supplied him with two pictures that I felt comfortable with. My butt actually looked good in them. Red and wounded, but good. I still decided to go for another long jog before the weekend was over. I usually went running at least three or four times a week, but had been slacking off recently.
His reply came within a few seconds after receiving the pictures. “Perfect. Beautiful.”
“Was it too much for you?” he wanted to know a few minutes later.
“No,” I replied. “It was a good punishment, though. I will remember for a while not to let you down again.”
“Don’t worry. You are in training and you will forget things from time to time. You will give me enough reasons to spank you again, my pet.”
“Maybe.”
The thought of another punishment excited me, even though my skin was still aching from last night.
“I know you need some time to recover,” he wrote. “But I want to see you again as soon as possible.
“Me too,” I replied. “I can’t do this weekend. During the week could work.”
I had a look at my calendar, which turned out rather disheartening as my week was pretty stuffed already. Two days, Monday and Thursday, were marked with late because I had to stay at work until an unforeseeable hour due to a reception and a meeting that had been placed extremely inconveniently. I did not want to meet him on those days, because late nights did not go well with a job that had me getting up at six a.m. every morning. And Wednesday night was blocked for a dinner date with a friend I hadn’t seen in a long time. She had been studying with me in Tokyo and was now living down in Osaka. A work trip caused her to stay in Tokyo for a few days.
But there was a free day. “Tuesday?”
“Okay.”
“But not too late.”
“Not too late,” he promised. “How early can you be free?”
“Not before seven p.m.”
“That works for me. Same place,” he wrote. “I promise you’ll be in bed before midnight.”
I wasn’t too sure if that was what I truly wanted, as time had a tendency to fly when I was with him. But it would certainly be the smart thing to do.
“I am looking forward to it,” I wrote.
He replied within moments. “Me too, my pet. You have been such a good girl—I may have a little surprise for you.”
“A surprise?”
But of course he didn’t let me
in on it any further.
“You’ll see.”
7
I left the office as early as possible to still have time to freshen up and change before I met him, but I was still running late.
I messaged him from the train to let him know that I wasn’t going to be on time.
“That’s okay,” he replied. “I’ll add one spanking for every minute you’re late.”
Damn. When I finally got to Shinjuku station, I tried my very best to keep the number below ten, but sprinting through one of the most crowded train stations on the planet was doomed to fail.
“Twelve,” he said, when I was finally standing in front of him, panting and breaking a light sweat from running. Before I could say anything, he had grabbed me by the hair again and pulled me close, wrapping his arms around me and kissing me as passionately as always.
There it was again, his sweet taste, the claiming grip and his tongue exploring my mouth so insistently that I had trouble breathing.
He smiled at me when we stopped. “Don’t look so apologetic. I like that you gave me another reason to punish you.”
I put on a bold smile. “Good, because you know I did that on purpose.”
That was a lie and he knew it. He pinched my cheek. “Good girl.”
As always, he asked for my hand and held it in a firm grip when we started walking toward Kabukicho.
“Are we going to a hotel?” I asked.
He nodded. “I have something in mind.”
That did not exactly answer my question, but the direction he was heading to told me that I was probably right. After a while of hastily walking—he obviously didn’t want to waste any time—we entered the same street we had been to on our first date. But this time he had a certain hotel in mind and did not wait for me to choose one.
We had passed quite a few when he finally paused in front of one I had never been to before. It looked nice. Again, it was one of the expensive ones that I had never frequented before.
“I think this might be it,” he said and pulled me toward the entrance.
“Why this one?” I asked when I stumbled through the automatic doors behind him.
Of course he wouldn’t give me an answer, but a mischievous smile instead. “What a curious pet you are.”
