“Punish me.”
“Yes. Soon after your pose time is up, I will punish you good. You will learn to do as I ask and do it without complaint … even in your heart and mind, because you absolutely must, because you need to above all else, because pleasing me is all that matters. And you are nowhere near that yet. But I will bring you there. To a beautiful place and state of mind where you will learn to bow from within, to accept and even relish pain and discomfort and thank me for it because it is a tool to help you grow, and your hurt is secondary to my wants and desires. In your world, pain will eventually matter little to you, and yet, mean everything in that you’re able and willing to carry it for me. ”
Punish me good. He could punish me in many ways, as if this wasn’t punishment enough, and I didn’t really realize just how many ways until he’d spelled them out, and that was only the tip of the iceberg. Those were mostly physical. Soon he’d discover ways to tap into the very depths of my soul, and I couldn’t wait for that to happen, for that day. Because then he’d be able to break and reset me to match the mosaic in his mind.
I laid there and blubbered at my weakness. “Yes, Sir. Sorry for my bad attitude. Thank you for taking the time to train me. I will learn to be your submissive and obey you without complaint. I will learn and strive to please with every cell in my body, every waking minute of the day.” I cried so hard, because once again, I was a stupid fuckup, a weak, failing and floundering wimp before his eyes. I made such a crappy sub. He was amazing. He deserved someone like Indian girl.
I tried to shove my attention from the burn in my legs, but it just killed so much. I’d be lying if I said I relished this. I didn’t. Not one bit. But, I would learn to, dammit.
When the game ended with a victory for the Boys, cries billowed out of me.
Logan left the room, cheering for the win. He called someone. I could hear him laughing and the mumbles of a one-sided conversation, that went on for at least a half hour, or maybe it just felt like it. The sun set behind me, taking back its light from the room, leaving me in just the glow of firelight. With him out of the room so long, I could have moved, just a teensy bit, he probably wouldn’t even notice, and while I was very, very tempted to do so, I just recalled how wretched I felt in the bathtub for failing him and stayed rigid and true to his instructions and desire for me. I stayed steady, I sucked it up, I dealt with it. My leg muscles were ready to explode, yet I did not move one inch.
When he returned, I was sobbing. He laid on the floor perpendicular to me with his face at the side of mine. He stroked my hair and brushed me cheek with his lips. “Don’t cry, pretty playgirl. You are beautifully, beautifully hurting, taking pain for me and my pleasure. You’re not lying on your stomach with a back covered in cuts and burns, you are not suspended with your limbs feeling like they will rip off, you’re not tied to a St. Andrew’s cross as I give you electric shocks, you are lying on my floor, not just any floor, on a $4000 carpet, with your legs spread open for my wonder and enjoyment. It should be a delight. Your pain could be much worse. Yours is moderate. It’s by no means brutal. You can muscle through it, to a state where you no longer even feel it, where all you will feel is pleasure because you are pleasing me with your position.” He kissed my face. “You are doing so well. Your hairline is sweaty, your whole body is shaking, your eyes are clenched tight, your nipples are erect and your sweet slit is so, so wet. That is the look of devotion and obedience. That is the glorious look of my sub. You are absolutely stunning.”
I curled my lips together and moaned. Tears seeped. He was wonderful. And he considered me stunning!
“You may speak.” He kissed off a tear on my temple and stroked my hair.
“Please forgive me.”
“For what? Did you move?”
“No. Not at all. Not an inch. Forgive me for originally thinking of this as punishment in my heart. It’s not and hasn’t been, I can see that now. You’ve given me a gift. And I am crying now not because of the pain but because I am euphoric. Pain is trumped by ecstasy, and it’s like I’ve been running and bouncing on the clouds. I didn’t know this kind of thing existed. I’ve just been lying here, thinking about you, about everything I luuuu...ve about you, and it has flooded me with joy. The pain in my legs is still there, but it is nothing compared to my joy, and that is pushing me through. I’ve never done drugs, but I imagine this is what it’s like to be high but with facilities still in place.”
“I’m so glad you’re there, in the ecstasy of your mind. I knew you could do it.” He left a little kiss on me. “So, you love things about me?”
“Not only that, Sir. I don’t know how it’s possible, because I hardly know you, but … I’m pretty wildly in love with you.” My heart pounded. What if that upset him, if he wasn’t the type of guy to do the whole ‘love’ thing?
My worries were unfounded, clearly. He pressed his lips into mine and cradled my chin in his palm. He lingered there, kissing me, sliding his tongue into my mouth. When he pulled his passion off of me several moments later, he left me with two feather-soft pecks that were equally delicious. He was still cradling my face, and now looking into my eyes with concern in his dazzling brown ones. “Do you love, Logan?” he asked.
I nodded and creaked out, “More than anything in the world.”
“Good. We match. I’m pretty wildly in love with you, Addison. And I love my beautiful, worshipful sub. I will take such good care of you, my sweet, and help you find the very best in yourself, things you never imagined were in there or that you were capable of. Through submission, you will discover you are stronger than steel, and it will flood you with confidence and self-respect and bring out your brilliance, like the artistic cuts on a diamond. Just look at you now, choosing to remain in pain for me, for hours, not letting up, not losing so much as an inch, even though you very well could have. Others would’ve caved by minute five. And this is only day one. You are such a good girl right now, such a stubborn fighter.” He kissed my check and softly said, “Close your eyes. I have a special treat for you.”
I did and heaven called me back, especially as his butterfly fingers danced on my face and neck, and the kisses chasing delightfully after them added up to dozens.
“Can you imagine, Addison, going to your job as an anchor? And sitting behind the news desk just minutes from go-time? You’re in a pencil skirt and a crisp, white blouse. Your handsome co-host tries to flirt, and sometimes you fire a few jabs and playful innuendos his way, but today you’re not having it. You can’t think of anything but your awful, horrible predicament. You’re itchy and uncomfortable and absolutely terrified. You’re so worried that the people you work with will know, they’ll somehow know or discover, that packed into that pencil skirt is a thoroughly spanked, blazing, red bottom.”
A sigh snaked out of my lips as the corners turned up and exposed my teeth.
“Yes, that’s right. Someone was naughty again, and I, your Dom, spanked you with my hand and with a brush and with a paddle and with a belt. It was a very bad morning for you, Addison. And it doesn’t matter how you sit on that cushy chair, the very evident burn and heat in your rear won’t go away and it’s driving you mad. It’s all you can focus on, all you can feel. You’re clutching your chair with both hands and shifting slowly side to side, just trying to get some relief, but your upper thighs are stingy too. But, no, there’s no escaping the pain, no matter what you do. And before you know it, it’s 3-2-1 and you’re on live, forced to ignore that pain, not acknowledge it all. You need to smile, look pretty, and act like everything is normal and cool.”
My whole body shook in shivers and my lungs rose and fell fast. My pussy was roused by his words alone, by that voice alone. It started to weep and tears rolled down my crack.
“You’re hoping no viewers will notice that your welcoming sentences are more pinched today and there’s too much wave in your pitch. Words stream on the teleprompter and you are fully aware that thousands of eyes are all looking at you while you’re
sporting a very pink ass. But, as horrifying as you find it, you’re titillated by it too. It makes me wonder how many news anchors are walking around with red bottoms. Have you ever thought about that? I’m sure, there probably aren’t many, but there could be. But maybe you are the only one in the world to be on the news with such a stingy secret, the only anchor ever to know a different kind of fire than the one she’s currently talking about. And every time you see and speak that word FIRE, heat radiates from under your sore butt and whips around your thighs and zaps your clit. And that’s not the only thing zapping you.”
He hooked his thumb into my mouth as it fell open and tugged, pressing down on my tongue. I moaned and wrapped my lips, tongue and teeth around the very-Dom offering. I think Doms are the only ones who do that, but I don’t know why. That tiny demonstration of power is so freakin’ sexy.
He pulled his thumb out of my mouth and licked the sweat off my hairline with the tip of his tongue, working his way down to my ear with a guttural growl. “Yeah, you’re hot now, aren’t you, Addison? I’m so tempted to touch you and bury my tongue deep into your cunt and lick your little clit until you’re shaking and screaming in my clutches. I just know you’re creaming more, which is making me rock hard. I’m so hungry for your wet, sticky dessert, all sugar and spice with a yummy splash of peach. Guess what. Uh oh, a red bottom isn’t the only thing you have to worry about. Nope. Remember that other zap? There’s one little thing I forgot to mention. It’s the other thing making you uncomfortable. It’s the tremors that are suddenly rippling through your walls. Your eyes widen and you begin to shake because there’s nothing you can do to stop the quivering current from the tiny vibrator tucked up in your pussy. And it’s little balled up arm is reaching outside and tickling your clit so cruelly like a cat tongue. And as we discussed before you left, you know it won’t stop until your segment is over.”
I was shaking uncontrollably. I was so terrified his sexy words would make me move. Waves rippled through my walls and tugged at them, drawing them to clench. “Uh, uuhhhh, Sir.”
“Yes, that vibrator is on, buzzing, shaking inside and punishing your erect clit without rest. I will not be turning it off, no way. You look over at your co-host, terrified he can hear it. Yes he can, but he’s not quite sure what the hell is buzzing. You’re only two feet from him. Now perked and alert, he can smell the peppery peach of you, he knows and scrunches his nose at you, because why is his co-host doing such a naughty thing at all, moreover on air. You’re squirming in your seat, your body is trembling as you tic off bullet points and your inflection is a freaking hot mess. Most of your viewers will probably be thinking you’re just having an off day, but, not everyone. There are Doms sitting in their Lay-Z-Boys at home, shoveling down their sub-prepared omelets, and they’ll notice and know. They’ll know that the reason you’re a falling apart at the seams is because you have a red bottom in that skirt and a vibrator stuffed in your cunt, and they’ll suddenly realize that that necklace you always wear is not really a necklace at all. And they’ll smile because they’ll know they’re looking at someone’s sub. They had no idea because you’re generally so composed and no one stops to consider that there might be anchors out there with red bottoms and stuffed cunts. But, now they know. They can see you for what you are, and you’re aware of that because I pointed that out to you at breakfast.”
My clit throbbed at the word ‘breakfast’, because it felt like this could be my future, like we were living together or something.
“I hold the remote control, Addison. It’s all mine. And that excites you like nothing else, more than the red, more than the vibrations, that you have no control. It’s unbearable now, that rolling, humming, quivering right on your arousal. You want to stop it so bad, but, but you can’t. And then … and then … uh, uh ... uh, you can’t … you just can’t stop … oooohhh ... the fiery rush, uuuhhhhh aah, that comes surging through your body like a volcanic blast. Uh, uh, ohmygod, Addison. It’s happening. Shit! It’s, uh, it’s so, it’s so freakin’, goddamn hot. Uuuhhhh. Ooohhh. Mmmmm.”
Hot fuck! I started coming for real! Logan was wrecking me! I came. I freaking came! Tears fell from my eyes, and my satisfaction, that usually danced the rumba according to him, found a quickstep that had me breathing crazy and shivering. I moaned and hummed. I came! From his words alone. ‘Ohmygod’ was right! My head was whirling and my nerves, tingling and crackling. Logan clapped down on my sex and clenched me, which felt amazing as the ache of my orgasm took over.
“Mmm. As your climax hits, you clutch at your thighs and launch your chair back on its wheels. You toss your hair with a head whirl and widen your legs as you explode in rapture. Shudder and after shudder tears through your body and spasms attack your pussy like never before which make you moan and groan like a porn star. Your skirt’s bunched around your hips from all of your squirming, and everyone watching can see the wet spot on your panties and the shaking going on there. I turn off the vibrator, and let you take in and relish the moment. Thousands of eyes are looking at you. And there’s no denying it now. Now everyone knows what a bad girl Addison Montgomery is and that she is my sub ... because you lift up the sign I’ve ordered you to, that reads: ‘I am Logan Thorndike’s’.”
“Aaaahhhh.” My pussy was still grabbing at air like a starving beast when he finished his story.
“Amazing display, my sweet. What a way to come. That is the look of my sub.” He kissed my face and he was still holding on to my dripping-wet folds as he said, “That was so wonderful, watching you get off on my filthy story alone. Such a sweet slut. My dirty girl. I hope you enjoyed your treat. I’m so glad you chucked eggs at my house and selected that trip over my knee. You are a special kind of special, the rarest gem in existence.”
I closed my eyes as relaxation washed through me. “Uuuuhhh, I did enjoy it. Thank you, Sir. Mmm, thank you.”
He kissed my face and caressed me. “You are most welcome. You are forgetting one thing, though, Addison.”
I zipped out of my high and stopped smiling. My eyes sprung open.
“Yes, you did a very bad thing. Very bad. You came outside of my presence, you came without my permission, you came in front of everybody.”
I sobbed, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. It was just a fantasy, Addison. You will not be punished for that.”
“I can see myself in such a position though, and I just don’t want to let you down.”
“I know, I know. Do not fret, all right? Tomorrow night, I will help you learn how to control it and not come.”
I shook my head. “There’s no way, Logan. Sir! I know my body. I can’t.”
“It won’t be easy, but you will, eventually, be able to do it, even if I strapped a vibrator to your clit for three days. I won’t, but I have no doubt you’d be able to endure it. Trust me. You will learn, and when we’re through, you will be able to hold back for me … whenever or just because I say. You’ve been most impressive today and lusciously gorgeous, holding so steady for me in pose. You can move out of position now, pretty one.”
Relief washed over me, but I cringed when I tried to move. One would think my limbs would be grateful, but even moving them a half inch had me shouting in pain. “Ow, I can’t move. I’m so stiff.” Even the slightest shift made me feel like I would shred and tear.
“Here, I’ll help loosen you up.” Logan knelt between my legs by my feet, and then helped me bend at the knee, one leg at a time.
He let me rest a few seconds with my soles on the floor and slowly brought my legs closer together. Clutching my knees, he rolled my legs in small circles again and again, and then shifted his grip to my calves and pumped my legs in and out to relieve the kinks and stiffness. He pushed them up to my chest and drew my feet down past his waist. He did it again and again. Mmmm. I found the rocking so erotic, the slow, tender pumping, so like sex, no, like making love. I could tell he found it titillating too and had the exact same thought as me. A voracious hunge
r surged in his eyes and a slow pass of his tongue ran across his lower lip that I wanted to bite and suck and claim as mine.
He unbuttoned his polo and peeled it up and over his head. Fuck. His arms, his pecs, his abs all belonged on a god. He was my god, my LORD, my Sir … my Logan. My body ached for him and a pang of desire to ravish him shocked my gut with the ambush of lit firecrackers that kept on fizzing, popping and traveling down. I curled my hands, bound over my head by the chains of his command. My whole body yearned to feel him, to touch him all over. And I couldn’t sample, taste, caress, grab or pinch the treasure before me. It was infuriating and arousing all the same.
My shirtless Dom took hold of my calves again and drew ovals with my legs in slow motion. Pumping, rocking, rolling. His gaze seared me with its fierce, diabolical lust. He brought my knees up to my ears, rolled them around and around and bowed over me as he drew my feet back down past his butt. He gripped them hard, using his clutch on me to hover over my body. I knew by the insistence in his eyes to not let them drop, to hold steady. His mouth stopped inches, then a couple centimeters, from my lips. His kiss was there, so close, yet not coming to me. Errr. He rubbed the tip of his nose on my cheek, letting slow, hearty breaths whisk hotly over me, but his lips, his lips were too far away.
I gasped when his chest grazed mine, his naked chest. God, he rubbed his carved pecs against my sky-high nipples, as he lifted my chin with his nose and ran his tongue under it and up to my ear. He stayed there for several moments, just breathing harder and faster with his lips so close to my ear. His heavy wisps flogged my lobe with heat and his grip on my calves bit in. He suddenly let go. “Fuck this, Addison.” His arms flew under my head and back, scooping me up, as his mouth entirely possessed mine like he was dying of thirst. He shoved his legs out of a kneel and the weight of his chest and hard body crashed down on me. He crushed me to the floor with grinding. Our hearts beat faster and faster.
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