by Vonna Harper
Getting her jeans to where he’d commanded left her spent, embarrassed, and something else. She had one more task to complete. Then he’d taken over.
Don’t make me do this. I’ll do everything you tell me to if you’ll give me a second chance.
“Finish.”
His word jolted her out of where her splintering mind had taken her. At least she hadn’t demeaned herself by begging. Staring at his chest, she leaned over and placed her hip-hugging panties over her jeans. She hadn’t bent her knees because she wasn’t sure she could get them to straighten but keeping them locked pushed her ass out. She hadn’t thought to pull her shirt down over her buttocks until it was too late.
A sound behind her snagged her attention. Someone, probably two someones, was clapping.
“Get back to work,” Mr. Dalton ordered. “This doesn’t concern you.”
He intended to keep her punishment between them, not that the damage hadn’t been done. Her only saving grace was that hopefully this would be the one time she’d be here.
“Over my knees. I’m not going to spell out how that’s done.”
This isn’t happening. I’m still in my narrow bed, just waking up, thinking about—
“Now!”
Praying he couldn’t read her thoughts, not that they were too hard to figure out, she did as he commanded. Having her clothes around her ankles made walking nearly impossible. Hopefully he didn’t think she was deliberately stalling. She knew better than to risk angering him more.
He’d said he didn’t intend to spell out how she was supposed to get in position. No matter that she didn’t want to touch him, she had no choice but to put her hands on his thighs to keep from losing her balance. His thighs put her in mind of heated stone. Crazy as the thought was, she wanted to stroke the muscles there. To get to know a little about this man.
Her belly and breasts connected with him, robbing her of breath. Scared of something she couldn’t articulate, she closed her eyes and reached for the flooring.
He was looking at her ass, had to be. Thinking his private and maybe dark thoughts, perhaps curious about what was going through her mind but probably not caring.
She’d given herself over to him for discipline because she had no choice. Because she was an Other. Because he’d decided she’d done something wrong.
At least he’s acknowledging my existence.
“Virtually virgin ass,” he said. “The best kind.”
His comment reinforced her belief that he was studying her naked flesh. She seldom looked at herself back there, couldn’t say where it fit when it came to the attractiveness of female buttocks.
To her disbelief, she realized her pussy had taken note. She couldn’t be turned on, nothing like that, but something had captured its attention. Arousal happened when she saw a physically appealing man, listened to certain songs, or watched a sexy movie. Not when pain was a heartbeat away. She needed to be numb in that part of her body.
At least he was dressed. Her naked pussy was in contact with his clothes, but he surely wasn’t experiencing the same thing she was.
“To be clear,” he said, “I’m going to spank you because you put your selfish wishes ahead of my orders. I must have your utter compliance. Your life could depend on it.”
Confusion again reared its head only to evaporate when he raked her buttocks with his nails. Yelping, she arched her back. He pressed his forearm on her neck and forced her down. When she relaxed as much as she was capable of, he again scratched her there. A gasp slipped past her clenched teeth.
“Sensitive.” He patted where his nails had landed. “That works in my favor.”
The next time he ran his nails over her ass, she willed herself to remain in place. She couldn’t help shivering.
“You’re trying to comply. I’ll give you credit for that. Obedience, particularly in situations like this, is vital for an Other. Compliance isn’t always easy. Our nerves are primitive things. They react to stimulus.” He patted then stroked. She weakened under the unexpected tenderness.
“Pain avoidance is a natural reaction, but it can be overcome. In certain circumstances it must be. I don’t expect you to ignore or deny discomfort. What I do expect is for you to learn. You will do that, won’t you? Learn.”
She opened her mouth to agree, but before she could get the words out, he struck her right cheek with the flat of his hand.
“Damn it, don’t!” She tried to turn her head so she could glare at him.
He slapped her again, his hand landing on her left cheek this time. “That’s enough! The longer you object to what’s a necessary part of your education, the longer the discipline will last.”
Despite the burning sensation, she struggled to make sense of what he’d said. This was no idle warning.
“I realize your outburst was instinctive, but I expect you to focus on the lesson and not your objection to it. To state what should be obvious, my word is law.”
She knew as well as any Other how Elites saw things but acknowledging the order of things and being forced into the middle of something like this were quite different. Hopefully she could stop herself from more cursing. If she didn’t, like he’d warned, the spanking would go on.
Instead of continuing to explain his rationale for disciplining her, he delivered one measured blow after another to her increasingly sore behind. He didn’t use his full strength but every strike stung. The swats kept coming almost as if she was being stung by countless insects.
Despite her attempts to stay in place so, hopefully, he’d stop, she kept rolling from side to side. There was no escaping but tell that to her nerves and muscles. Her toes inside her tennis shoes stayed curled while her fingers clawed at the flooring.
Her world went no further than what he was doing to her, the river of discomfort flowing over her lower body. It was demeaning. She imagined him studying her ass as her flesh went from pink to red. Maybe he had an end in mind. Maybe he intended to continue until he’d beaten her down.
If the blows had been stronger, he would have already forced her into that frightening place, but she wasn’t in agony. Pain, yes. Embarrassment, certainly. But not a sensation she couldn’t weather. Not enough to override what else she was experiencing, namely arousal.
Where did that come from and does he know?
“Perhaps you believed a spanking should be reserved for parents and underage children,” he said while peppering her right cheek with countless blows. “It’s my belief that corporal punishment applied to an woman’s rear end makes more of an impact than any other form of discipline including being fired.”
Just when she thought her butt cheek was going to catch fire, he switched to her left side. When the first blow landed, she ordered herself to hold on until he was done. Tears she prayed he wouldn’t see or suspect burned her eyes. Her arms throbbed from clenching her fists. She couldn’t think how to relax a single muscle. He was everywhere, everything.
“Perhaps we’re making progress,” he said after a short silence during which the blows marched from her ass to the back of her thighs. “I’ll give you credit for stopping with a single curse.”
Credit? Did she want his approval? Impossible as that should be, and probably because he was in total control, she longed to hear positive words from him. She was lost in a bottomless well he’d forced her into. Only he could get her out of it.
“I—please—I understand.” She repeatedly blinked but that didn’t stop the tears.
“Understand what?”
He slammed both hands against the backs of her thighs. Shocked by the force behind the blows, she reared up until her breasts lost contact with him. Undeterred, he planted two more sharp swats on top of where the ones before had landed.
“Ah! Please—”
“Answer me,” he demanded. “What do you understand?”
Think. Give him what he wants. “That—you’re in charge. That—I must do as you say.”
“Not say, command.”
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nbsp; More blows, rapid-fire and harsh. Sweat bloomed at her throat and under her arms. When he forced her legs apart and focused on the insides of her thighs, she acknowledged she was wet there as well.
She hated him touching her there, hated his hands so close to her clit. At least he couldn’t hit her inner thighs with enough force to impart much pain. There was sensation between her legs all right, something tangled, heated, closing in on hot. As he attacked that so-sensitive flesh and the fire on her ass started to cool, she acknowledged her growing sexual excitement.
It shouldn’t be, couldn’t be.
No self-respecting woman got off on being spanked.
Or did they?
She didn’t know, couldn’t think.
“What happened to your fight?” He flattened both hands over where he’d been focused. “I thought you might react like a wild animal and fight me every inch of the way.” He pressed and dug his fingertips into her flesh. “Looks like you aren’t wild after all, which means you’re capable of being trained.”
Much as she needed to object to his declaration, she couldn’t come up with the necessary words. He’d worn her down, imprinted her with his domination. Turned her upside down and inside out.
Hoping he’d announce the lesson was over, she held her breath. At the same time she wasn’t sure she wanted him to push her off him. His legs were hard against her middle and breasts—she couldn’t explain what it felt like to be separated from what she believed she knew about herself.
New. Crazy exciting. Scary.
“Are you?” he asked.
“Am I what, sir?”
“Teachable? You’re ready to promise I won’t need to do this again?”
Lie. Or be honest. “I don’t know.”
“Why not?” He moved his hands from her inner thighs to her ass, his fingers spread to cover as much territory as possible. Stinging and throbbing, she pressed her lips together to keep from begging him to grant her relief. She should be grateful now that his hands weren’t so close to her pussy.
“I, ah, haven’t heard your rules.”
“Point taken. When I issue a command can you promise you’ll obey without question?”
“I’ll try.”
“Even if you disagree with or don’t understand the order?”
He was giving her too much to think about, maybe deliberately reminding her that she had a brain.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“I’m not sure I believe you.” He placed a thumb at her entrance. “I’m also not certain I want to.”
“What—are you doing?” She again tried to look up at him but he’d taken too much out of her.
Either that or she wanted to see what he had in mind.
“I’m checking on your reaction. It’ll give me a better idea of how you view the possibility of another spanking. “
Knowing she couldn’t and didn’t dare try to stop him, she sagged with her legs still apart as he eased his thumb into her. She was taking him into that most private of places, granting him undisputed access to what made her a woman. The deeper he went while spreading her sensitive tissues, the less aware she was of her just-spanked ass. It dimly occurred to her that she might be using pleasurable sensations to block out pain. If so she didn’t care, welcomed the distraction.
“How does this feel?”
His question spun away as he dove deeper. It didn’t matter that he shouldn’t have a right to do this. He’d awakened her sexually and in so doing made her indebted to him. His rough flesh against her soft, moist tissues felt wonderful. Unable to stop herself, she wiggled her ass.
Chuckling, he pushed all the way in. She was trapped. Past rescue.
“Looks like I don’t need you to answer. This much wetness provides the response I was pretty sure I’d find.”
He left his thumb inside her. There was no uncertainty on his part, but why should there be? After all he’d claimed her body and bent it to his will. He could do whatever he wanted to her. No one would try to stop him.
For as long as she was here, she was at his disposal. He could be cruel or gentle, angry or forgiving, masterful or kind. Melted down this way, she’d lie here and experience. Tighten her inner muscles around him.
“Think about what you’re doing,” he said. “When I first ordered you to expose your ass, did it occur to you that you might wind up loving this?”
Loving? No, she couldn’t admit that. Willing her muscles to quiet was all she was capable of. She only partly succeeded.
“You don’t get it.” His voice turned rough. “You think you can stay on the receiving end while I do all the work. Not have to answer me. But that’s not how I operate. Your complete compliance is mandatory. I’m only going to state this one time.” He pushed deeper. “Admit it. You love what I’m doing to you.”
Her temple pulsed while her arms and legs remained so heavy she couldn’t move them. Her ass pulsed and she suspected someone was watching. A wealthy and dominant man had her. No freedom. No escape.
“Time’s up.” He withdrew his thumb and replaced it with two fingers. Fearful, she clawed at the flooring.
“You aren’t going anywhere.” He slapped her ass with his free hand. “Damn it, I can’t believe you still don’t get it.” He hit her again while his fingers kept her spread and alive, alert. “Obeying can’t be that hard of a concept for you to grasp. The sooner you say what you know you need to, the sooner this will be over.”
Maybe I don’t want it to be over.
He started spanking her again. Granted he was doing it one-handed but between the blows and her fingers-filled pussy, she couldn’t hold still. Words pressed past her lips. She wasn’t sure what she was saying, maybe pleading for him to stop, possibly admitting she understood what he wanted from her. Everything but admitting she’d never experienced anything like this.
She didn’t know whether it was night or day, where she was, even whether she liked what he was doing.
He ruled her world. Was responsible for every sensation.
“I—oh, please. I—I never...”
“Been treated like this? Obviously.”
He’d continued attacking her—only attack didn’t describe the experience. She realized he had an erection, wondered if it was because he got off on hurting her or whether her twisting and turning had turned him on.
Spanking her. More. Multi-layered. Exciting and painful. Robbing her breath and keeping every nerve on high alert.
“You’re a slut. An animal.”
“No! I...”
“Don’t lie to either of us.”
He moved his fingers about inside her. Even though the blows to her ass ceased, a whimper pushed its way up her throat. She had no idea why she sounded so pathetic.
“Trying to get off, are you? Maybe you’re thinking you better grab hold of and ride a climax before I figure out what you’re doing.”
“I...”
He thrust his fingers deep then drew back until she was afraid he’d pull out before she could lose herself in the climax he’d brought her so close to. Desperate, she clamped her muscles around the invasion.
“This is a better reaction than I thought I’d get.” He stroked where he’d spanked. “I’m guessing a slut has always been inside you. It just took someone who knows what he’s doing to bring you to this point.”
For now he was right. There was no reason to try to tell him otherwise. Besides, she was close to release. She’d deal with the consequences, if there were any, once she’d satisfied herself. Once she’d taken everything she could from him. Her head bobbed in time with his thrusts.
“I have you,” he said as his fingers slowed. “For now that’s all I need to know.”
Mr. Dalton’s fingers stopped working their magic on her. Whimpering, Callie squeezed her eyes shut. She tried to clench his fingers but was too worn out. He’d forced her into a world beyond her control.
“I suppose I could thank you for revealing your innermost nature, but I’m aware of ho
w fleeting that nature can be. It roared to the surface because you’re in the hands of someone who knows what he’s doing, but you’ll retreat from it as soon as you can. We’re almost done, for now. As soon as you admit something, I’ll let you go.”
“Admit?”
“You don’t like being spanked, right?”
The hand that had been capable of harsh treatment continued to stroke her. Gentleness after punishment confused her so much she couldn’t focus on the heat between her legs. Eyes still closed, she struggled to bring the sensation back. There it was, barely out of reach, teasing her.
“Please. Please let me—”
“You haven’t answered my question.” He pulled out of her and wiped what clung to his fingers on the base of her spine. “You hate being spanked.”
“Of course. Who wouldn’t?”
“What if you knew you’d be rewarded with a climax after?”
Much as she wanted to point out she couldn’t answer because he hadn’t taken her on that journey, she willed herself not to snap at him. He’d demonstrated his lack of patience when she disagreed with him. He wanted, no, he demanded honesty and compliance.
“I don’t know.”
“Oh, I believe you do, but until you’re willing to reveal yourself to me, I have to draw my own conclusions. I can be patient up to a point, but I don’t have time to waste bringing you in line. I’m on a fast track so to speak when it comes to the preserve’s success. As a result, I’ve decided to take you on the same track.”
This wasn’t the first time he’d confused her. Hopefully he’d stop and let her stand—if that’s what she wanted.
Maybe she didn’t.
“Not as hot and bothered as you were a few minutes ago.” He swiped her labia, collected more of her body’s juices, and left it at her crack. “How does my doing that make you feel?”
Think of something, anything. “I don’t like it.”
“Why not?”
“You have no right.”
He chuckled and patted her ass. “I happen to disagree and my opinion is the one that matters. Unfortunately, like I just said, I don’t have time to discuss this with you. Get up.”
