by Ashe Barker, Lily Harlem, Katy Swann, Wendi Zwaduk, Lucy Felthouse, Dolly Watt
It was over three years since anyone had spanked me and, although I’d rejected the BDSM lifestyle, I missed it. I missed the sensuous touch of a Dom warming my skin and I missed the burning sting of that first hard slap that usually took my breath away.
A dull ache started to throb between my legs as my resolve weakened. It wouldn’t hurt to do this. For old times’ sake. Just the once.
Slowly I nodded and said, “Yes, please, Sir.”
Chapter Three
Eddie stood up and held his hand out. His eyes blazed down on me, melting away any lingering doubts. They were alight with a passion that I knew would be mirrored in my own. He hadn’t even touched me yet and I was already falling into my beautiful world of submissive lust.
I took his hand and let him pull me up, then he led me across the room to a different sofa in a more intimate corner. He let go of my hand and sat down, leaving me standing in front of him. I waited for him to make the next move, but he just sat there, arms folded, and studying me as if I were an object.
I shivered in response to his scrutiny. I didn’t just want to be spanked, I realized, I wanted to submit. I wanted to experience the giddy ecstasy that only submission could give me and, more than anything, I wanted Eddie to be the one I offered that submission to. I knew instinctively that he would appreciate and respect it and I had no qualms about handing over my control to him. I lowered my eyes submissively, silently sending out a subliminal message that I hoped he’d understand.
“Kirsten, I know we only agreed that I would spank you, but I’ve got an overpowering urge to dominate you. Would you submit to me tonight?”
His voice was gentle and left me in no doubt that there was no pressure to say yes. I knew that once I agreed, though, his tone would become firm and commanding and that would be when I would truly fall under his spell.
“Yes, Sir,” I replied, still looking down. “I would like that very much.” I wondered if he had picked up on my desire to submit to him or if he’d just happened to think the same thing at the same time.
“Kneel for me, Kirsten,” he ordered, his voice already a tone deeper.
I sank to my knees in front of him and sighed contentedly as he caressed my hair. This was what I wanted. How could I have ever convinced myself otherwise? Then I remembered that there had been very good reason and I tensed slightly as a seed of doubt planted itself in my mind.
“Look at me, Kirsten. What were you thinking just then?”
I blinked and the seed vanished again. This was very different from what had happened before. There would be no bondage tonight. No cane. I’d be safe. I raised my head and smiled, needing him to know that I was okay.
“I was just reminding myself how long it is since I last did this.”
“Do you want to continue?” he asked, more gently.
“Yes, Sir, I do.” Absolutely definitely.
“Okay. You shouldn’t need it, but what’s your safeword?”
“Chocolate, Sir.”
Eddie laughed. “Chocolate? I’ve never heard that one before.”
I grinned back up at him. “It’s the only word I know I won’t forget.”
“I like your thinking.”
He ran his finger over the outline of my lips, and I parted them without thinking. When he slipped his finger into my mouth I obediently sucked it in. Mmm, he tasted of soap and leather.
“One final thing,” he said, his voice now raspy with desire. “Are you happy for me to touch you sexually? In other words, do you want to come?” He pulled his finger out of my mouth, allowing me to answer.
Without a moment’s hesitation I said, “Yes, please, Sir.”
He smiled. “You dirty hussy.”
“Yes, Sir.”
His eyes hardened then, and I could tell he was slipping into Dom mode. He reached down and took a handful of my hair, this time gripping it harder than he had earlier. Holding my head in place, he kissed me, gently at first then harder and more insistently. Any remaining control seeped out of me as he took what he wanted, making my body go limp with need. When he finally pulled away my lips were numb and my pussy throbbing.
“Get up and lie across my knee. Now,” he growled.
I glanced up quickly at his face as I stood up, and my stomach flipped when I saw the raw power written all over it. I must have moved too slowly for him because, just as I was about to bend over his knee, he pulled me down. His thighs were hard, as was the bulge between his legs. When he lifted the short skirt of my tiny dress, I wondered if I would get the chance to suck his cock later. I hoped so.
I sighed contentedly when he firmly rubbed the skin of my arse, warming it up for the first smack. Nerve endings that had lain dormant for years suddenly sprang to life as if his touch had rekindled a deeply buried memory—the anticipation of pain and pleasure.
I was thankful I’d worn my sexy black thong, meaning that my buttocks would be nicely exposed without him having to remove my underwear. He traced the tiny scrap of lace that sat in the crack of my arse then moved his finger farther down toward the gusset until it reached the warm, damp patch of material.
He chuckled. “So wet already.”
I groaned and waited for him to slip his finger inside the garment. I needed him to touch me, to feel my arousal, but he moved it away again, leaving me quivering with need.
Then I got that delicious first slap that forced me to gasp as his handprint left a burning sting on my buttock. Oh yes. He hit me again, this time on the other buttock, harder than the first, then again and again. His hand was large, firm, and he cupped it just enough to hit with maximum impact. It hurt—fuck it hurt—but it felt so good at the same time. I’d forgotten just how much pain a bare hand could inflict, but I hadn’t forgotten about the pleasure that followed, and now I welcomed it as he continued to spank me.
It didn’t take long for my buttocks to feel as though they were on fire, each slap taking the pain to a deeper level. I’d wriggled at first, as I’d adjusted to the fiery sensations, but now my body went limp as I gave up trying to fight the agony. Now, I accepted it, wanted it, needed it.
I was shaken out of my hazy bliss, though, when the smacks on my bottom suddenly moved to the backs of my thighs. Ow, bloody ow!
“Remain still,” ordered Eddie, firmly.
I hadn’t realized I’d moved. I tried to relax my body again so I could return to the glorious state I’d just been in.
“Good girl,” he said, when I was completely still again. “Are you okay?”
He lightly rubbed over my burning skin, soothing it yet reigniting the fire at the same time.
“Yes, Sir,” I managed to reply.
“Do you want to continue?”
I nodded, desperate to feel his hand again.
“Answer me, Kirsten.”
“Yes, Sir,” I whined. “Please… Ow!”
He resumed the spanking, this time on the backs of my thighs as well as my buttocks and, God, it hurt. But it felt so good. It didn’t take long before I returned to the floaty place I’d been in earlier and, soon, the pain morphed into something so delicious that I thought for a moment that I was flying.
I had no idea how long he continued to smack me. It didn’t matter. I felt safe, cocooned in a fluffy blanket of glittering euphoria and I never wanted to leave its warm embrace.
Gradually, though, I realized that it wasn’t a fairy-tale blanket holding me, but Eddie’s strong arms. Somehow, without me even noticing, he’d stopped spanking me and had pulled me up so that I was sitting on his lap. I buried my head in his chest, consumed with such happiness that tears started rolling down my cheeks.
“Are you okay?” he asked softly.
“Yes, Sir.” I wasn’t capable of saying anything else at that moment and, thankfully, he didn’t push me for more.
I wrapped my arms around him and held on as tightly as I could while I cried. I actually cried. But it wasn’t from grief or anger or anything else negative. It was from happiness and relief. Rel
ief, because for over three years I’d denied myself something that was so fundamentally important to me that I’d felt as if a part of me had died. What had happened then had been nobody’s fault, but had left me so traumatized that I’d eliminated the risk of it ever happening again by rejecting anything related to BDSM. I’d been wrong to do that.
Eventually, when I was more composed, I lifted my head off Eddie’s chest and smiled. “Thank you,” I whispered as I blinked away the last of my tears.
“Are you really all right?” he asked, looking a little worried.
“Yes, Sir. You’ve helped me realize something tonight and I’m so grateful for that. I feel wonderful.”
He smiled. “Good. We haven’t finished yet, little sub, but when we have, you and I are going to have a little chat. You’re going to tell me why you were so sure you weren’t a subbie anymore. Okay?”
I nodded, “Yes, Sir.”
“Now, straddle me,” he ordered, his voice deepening again. “Facing me.”
A thrill ran through my entire body as I quickly complied. Once I was facing him, he took hold of my chin and held my gaze.
“God, you’re beautiful.”
He pulled me closer toward him and kissed me hard. He pushed the thin straps of my dress over first one shoulder, then the other. The front of the dress covering my breasts fell down, exposing them to the cool air. He reached up and ran his thumb over my nipple. It was so tight, so tender and when he closed his fingers on it and squeezed, I moaned as the sharp pain sent a shot of electricity straight to my pussy.
“Is your pussy wet for me?” he demanded, his voice now croaky.
“Yes, Sir. Very wet.”
“Show me. Coat your finger with your juices and show me.”
I hesitated for a second as I grappled with a mixture of embarrassment and need. The need won and I quickly reached down and pushed my finger through the now soaked, thin lacy material of my thong. I was shocked at just how wet I was. My finger slid along my labia easily and the light sensation made my breath hitch as I wanted more.
“Don’t you dare finger-fuck yourself,” Eddie growled, clearly sensing my growing need.
I groaned and pulled my finger out then held it up for him to see. It was slick and glistening with my arousal. Eddie took my hand and guided it to his mouth then he sucked my finger through his lips and licked my juices off.
“Mmm, you taste delicious.”
By now I was so turned on that I could quite happily have humped his leg. In a desperate bid for release I gave him a beseeching look and whimpered, “Please, Sir. I need to come.”
“I know.”
He reached down between my legs and slipped his hand inside my thong. “If you were my sub I’d forbid you to wear underwear,” he growled as he pushed the offending material out of the way.
He slid his finger along my slit, gliding it smoothly over my clit. A bolt of lightning shot through me at the contact and I shuddered deeply as my need built. Then he plunged, first one finger, then another into my pussy and fucked me hard. I moved in time to his rhythm, rubbing my clit against his hand in the hope that the friction would give me some relief.
“You will ask for permission before you come. Understood?” he hissed, his breath hot against my ear.
“Yes. Yes, Sir. I don’t think it’ll be long.”
He inserted a third finger and continued finger-fucking me. “Oh, God,” I cried as the tension built, winding me up like a clockwork toy. Then he pulled his fingers out of my pussy and flicked them over my clit. That was my undoing. The tension exploded as a massive orgasm finally erupted, sending wave after glorious wave crashing through my shuddering body. It was only as I collapsed onto his chest that I remembered I hadn’t gotten permission to come.
“Please, Sir, may I come,” I panted, sitting back up so I could look at him with an apologetic smile.
“No.” He grinned and pulled his hand away from my pussy.
“Sorry,” I said sheepishly, grinning back.
“You will be.” He gave my thigh a little slap. “I’ve now got an excuse to punish you the next time we’re together.”
“So there’ll be a next time?” For some reason the thought that he wanted to see me again made me feel ridiculously happy.
“Would you like there to be?”
I didn’t hesitate with my reply. “Yes, Sir. Very much.”
I moved slightly on his lap to get more comfortable and that’s when I felt the steel between his legs. I reached down and stroked it through the tight leather, smiling as he flinched at my touch. Licking my lips seductively, I fluttered my eyelashes and said, “It’s your turn, Sir.”
Chapter Four
I slid off Eddie’s lap onto the floor and raised my head until I was eye level with his crotch. He was so hard now that the leather of his trousers was stretched taut. He looked big. Very big, and my pulse quickened when I envisioned his cock in my mouth. An intense need began to pulse between my legs again as if the massive orgasm I’d just experienced had never happened. What the hell was wrong with me? I wasn’t normally like this. Being with Eddie was clearly turning me into a sex-mad tramp.
My mouth watered as I glanced up at him for permission to unzip him. He nodded curtly, his arousal just as apparent on his face as it was between his legs. The powerful control in his eyes had now blurred slightly as lust was taking over. I could take care of that.
Having been to the club many times in the past, I was well aware of what was acceptable in the dungeon area. Blow jobs and masturbating were permitted down here while sexual penetration and full nudity were not. But you didn’t need full-on sex to feel the devilishly erotic ambience of kinky lust.
The lighting was dim, allowing the dungeon furniture to cast dark shadows against the red walls, and the music was so low it was barely audible. Instead of the pulsing beat of the industrial music upstairs, the prominent sounds here were those of impact play. Floggers thudding, a paddle slapping and bare hands hitting naked flesh intertwined with the groans and moans of the lucky recipients. A low murmur of voices gave the dungeon a comforting cushioned acoustic. It all came together to heighten my anticipation as my craving to please Eddie grew stronger.
I reached up and tugged at his zipper. It barely moved because of the tightness of his hard-on and I had to pull quite hard to get it down. But I did manage it and was rewarded when his cock sprang out, huge and proud.
I licked my lips again as a rush of moisture warmed my pussy. I loved giving blow jobs. It made me feel both submissive and powerful at the same time. His pleasure was in my hands—well, my mouth to be precise—and that gave me a deep sense of satisfaction.
Without taking my eyes off his face, I licked the tip of his cock, tasting him while I teased him with my tongue. He groaned as he reached down and grabbed a fistful of my hair, holding my head in place as I took him all the way into my mouth. A spasm shook my body when the pleasure of my task almost become too much. Giving Eddie everything I could was the only thing that mattered now and my need to please him only added to my own pleasure.
I was aware that he must have been hard for quite a while because I’d felt his erection while he’d been spanking me, so I guessed it wouldn’t be too long before he reached his climax. I wanted to draw it out, savor every moment, but I also wanted to give him the release I knew he needed.
He slid his cock farther into my mouth, and I massaged it with my tongue, enjoying the primal growl that rumbled deep inside him in response. Slowly, he went farther still and, as his cock touched the back of my throat I gagged. He was every bit as big as I’d suspected. He pulled out, but I drew him back in again, hungry for more.
Then, holding my head in place, he fucked my mouth, using it in a way that was almost savage, and I devoured him. When his cock thickened I knew he was close and I shivered with excitement as I did everything I could to help him get there.
“Make yourself come,” he growled, his voice heavy with lust.
I didn
’t need telling twice. I reached down between my legs and rubbed my throbbing clit. I was drenched and my finger slid over the hard nub with ease, sending delicious shivers up through my pussy. It wouldn’t take much to tip me over the edge.
Pulling out of my mouth, he tugged my head backward by my hair so that I was facing up toward him. I opened my mouth when the first spurt of his cum landed on my chin. The hot liquid rained down on my face making my own pleasure peak and I bucked when a massive orgasm tore through me just as his cum landed in my mouth. I swallowed through my gasps and waited for more.
When there was no more left, I took him back into my mouth and gently sucked him clean, sending little jolts through him, which delighted me. I grinned up at him as he opened his eyes and smiled.
“Fuck.”
His eyes were glazed as he looked down at me with an expression of what looked like wonder. He was still holding onto my hair, not quite down from his high yet, so I remained still until he was ready to let go. I took the opportunity to study him as he recovered. He had what I would describe as a chiseled face, strong jaw and straight nose. His eyes, when not clouded with the afterglow of orgasm, were sharp and intelligent and the color of sparkling emeralds. At work, he was always smart and clean-shaven, but I loved the fact that he hadn’t shaved tonight. It gave him a bit of a mean look, in a handsome, Dom-like kind of way.
He eventually loosened his grip on my hair and moved it down to my face. Wiping my chin, he murmured, “Thank you, beautiful girl.”
“You’re welcome.” I could still taste him and I licked my lips.
Eddie chuckled and took my hand. “Come here,” he said and pulled me up onto the sofa. I cuddled up to him, catching a lingering waft of his musky aftershave. I would forever associate that scent with this moment of utter satiation and contentment.
“How’s your bottom?” He stroked over the still-warm skin of my arse as if to remind me of my spanking. Like I could forget.
“Fine, Sir.” I grinned when he raised his eyebrows.
“Just fine? I might have to remedy that.”
