He spanks me.

Pain shoots through my ass, through my legs. My thighs feel like they’re on fire already, and the rest of my body is on high alert.

“You need to be punished, darling. Do you know what you’re being punished for?”

I don’t know. I don’t care. I’m too busy heaving breaths into the fabric of the ottoman because my ass fucking hurts.

Another strike. “Answer me, Katie.” His voice doesn’t sound so gentle now. “If you don’t, you will be denied.”

I both know and don’t know what that means. To be denied means to be edged, or to be brought to near orgasm and then left hanging, tortured. It’s an erotic punishment that I’m all too familiar with. The best male subs know how to meet my edging by holding back ejaculation. For a woman, it’s different.

I don’t know what it means in that Ian could do anything. Anything.

So, it’s probably a good idea if I answer.

“I don’t know, sir.” My throat is so damn dry. “I honestly don’t know why I need to be punished.”

“Really? You don’t know why? Think long and hard. It’s why you’re here.”

It’s why I’m here?

He doesn’t mean the thinking. He means the answer is why I’m here. Why I’ve asked him to train me to be submissive. His submissive.

“I need to be punished because I’m a slut, sir.”

This time when his hand touches me, it’s almost gentle. “That’s right. Being promiscuous and kinky is more than okay. You know that as well as I do. What you need help transcending is the guilt you feel from it.”

“I don’t feel…”

Spank!

“What was that? It almost sounded like you were saying you don’t feel guilty. Now I know that can’t be true. You wouldn’t have asked me to do this to you if you didn’t feel guilty about your need to submit. I know who you are, Katie. You’re used to being a Domme. You want power. You feel guilty giving up that control when so many other women fight to gain it.”

Fuck him.

Fuck him.

“I also need to punish you for blabbing your big mouth to my mother about our relationship. Do you know how much she tortured me today? I’m sick thinking about it. You need to learn your place, and your place is my good, obedient sub who doesn’t feel a shred of guilt for what I do to her.”

This next spank is the hardest yet. It pounds into my flesh, sending waves of pain mingling with pleasure all through my body.

It’s raw. It’s tormenting. It’s enough to make me think about the shit I felt before I came here. Back when I was wondering if this was the right thing to do.

Of course it is.

How could it not be?

I’m becoming more accepting of Ian’s machinations. I’m more and more okay with him manhandling me, taking me, giving me painful pleasure.

What I’m not accepting is the debasement from my end.

He wants me to beg. He wants me to get on my knees and beg to suck his cock, to get my clit rubbed, to be spanked.

He wants me to beg for him to come inside me.

I can’t do that yet.

“Do you understand why you’re here now, Katie?” Ian steps away, opening a drawer nearby. I can’t see what he’s looking for. I don’t want to know. “Do you understand why you need this?”

I bite my lip until it almost bleeds. “Because I’m ashamed of what I want from you.”

“That’s right. You shouldn’t feel ashamed. You need to have your mind and body purged of this shame you’re carrying around.” The drawer closes again. “Open your legs, my love.”

He called me it again. He called me his love.

Does he mean it?

I obey, forcing my legs farther apart and feeling the warm air against the crotch in my corset. Ian undoes the buttons giving him easy access. Soon enough, my ass is exposed, and my opening feels the air for the first time.

If I’m wet, he doesn’t yet comment on it.

Something soft and leathery taps my bare ass. My mind struggles to figure out what it is. Once I feel the broad shape of a crop caressing my skin, I seize up, a single word all over my lips.

“Pink!”

He continues to caress me. I have to trust that he heard and understood. “I’m going to smack you until you forget your shame. I’m going to bring you to the brink of immense pleasure. Your punishment is just, Katie.”

“Yes, sir…” I bury my face in my hands. “Thank you, sir.”

After a quaint chuckle, Ian thwacks me with the crop.

It’s a different pain from his bare hand, which until now is the only thing I’ve felt in this capacity. While Ian’s hand is harsh, but intimate, the crop offers such a unique touch and distance that I’m almost coming from that first thwack alone. Coming! I can barely believe it.

The leather stings. That’s the best way to describe it. An aching, sudden sting that awakens neurons that have never been stimulated before. I brace myself against the ottoman, panting, my moans falling so freely from my lips that I’m sure I’m going to get punished for it.

Soreness settles in.

My lips are trembling, and I hold in a sob. When Ian strikes the far side of my ass with the crop – a place yet untouched – I cry out in pure pain. “Pink,” I mutter, squeezing my eyes shut and hoping I don’t have to say the final word.

I’ve spanked a ton of subs before. Including with a crop. I know how asses and most subs react to them. Some people love having those welts cover their asses for a few days. Others sit there screaming, begging, wanting nothing but a hard spanking to bring them to nirvana.

Then there’s me, on the verge of tears.

“Ah, Katie.” His tender touch on my wounded flesh makes me squirm. “I wish you could see how stunning you are right now. So submissive and pink all over.” His thumb dips between my thighs and toys with my slit. Ian pokes me, sinking his thumb into me to the first knuckle.

I gasp. I can’t tell if it feels good or not. I’m so overwhelmed with pain and that deep ache of a spanking that any pleasure I feel is…

Is so fucking good.

“You’re not letting go of your ill-feelings yet. I am not going to stop until I hear you crying out in ecstasy. Then I’ll know you’re ready to obey me for the rest of the night.”

His hand holds my hip, bringing me against his still erect cock. Oh, fuck. Even through the pain, all I can think about is him sinking it deep within me, fucking me in this position until we both come.

Instead, he moves his hand back and hits me with his spread palm.

That’s it. I accept. He really is going to spank me until I scream for him to stop or I finally give him what he wants.

What I want.

Each strike of his hand or crop, all over my ass, my thighs, and even on top of my pussy, reminds me that I’m here to have this done to me. I walked willingly into this. I knew he was probably going to spank me again tonight. I knew there would be restraints. Pain. Dirty talk. I spent all of last night thinking about it, wishing Ian was there with me so he could whisper his reassurances into my ear.

“It’s okay to want this, Katie. It’s okay to let go of your power. It doesn’t make you weak. It doesn’t mean you aren’t respected. All it means is that you’re human. You need to release your anxieties like anyone else. This is how you want to do it.”

“Thank you, sir,” I whimper, wondering if he can hear me over the snap of the stinging crop. You know what? I don’t even feel it anymore. My flesh is so numb that all I get off on is the sound of the leather and hand meeting my soiled skin. My legs shake, trying to keep me up. It’s barely working. I’m about to completely lose it. “I’m gonna come, sir!”

Perhaps it’s impeccable timing. Or maybe Ian still has enough of his bearings to hit me once more, a raging sting spreading through my body and making me fucking fuck you holy shit.

He’s not penetrating me. He’s not stroking my clit or pinching a nipple. All Ian has done is strike my ass, and here I am, panting into the ottoman as my thighs shake in orgasm. Wetness covers my thighs in quick, gushing trickles.