But maybe the fact that he couldn’t be normal was all that mattered.
Bastion arranged to have a limo pick Bella up. A strange feeling, taking a limo to get punished. To be disrespected and disciplined. At least he was technically a celebrity and a powerful guy. He also made sure that came prepared.
In an email prior to the date of the contracted “meeting” he requested that Bella go down to the Le Bustiere Boutique and choose some lingerie appropriate for the occasion. What she was wearing, what she had, wasn’t good enough. It had to be his own preferences. He told her he wanted to dress in lacy lingerie with fishnet stockings sporting a light violet complexion. The gown, he wrote, would accentuate her curves to his satisfaction, making her breasts appear bigger and fuller and her hips and pelvis area thicker—just the way he liked a woman. Always bosomy, prepared, and subservient.
She arrived in a jacket and very loose skirt, allowing her to strip down quickly. He spoke some pleasantries on her arrival but was conspicuously quiet. Was he in character? She caught a glance of his eyes. He was definitely interested but yes, reserved and preoccupied…with her. He was looking at her intensively and seemed very distracted about the conversation.
Maybe it was pointless anyway. Maybe he was just ready to give her pleasure.
His eyes seem to come alive as she removed her skirt and jacket, showing him that she dressed to his specifications. He gazed at her body, delightfully fluffy and touchable. He put his hands on her sensitive slightly chilled skin. He caressed her curves satisfying his own lusts. But it was only for a few moments, because tonight he had agreed by contract to focus on punishment.
He guided her over to a specially made apparatus. Her eyes lit up as she studied it. A cushiony middle for comfort, but with restraints on the ground for the submissive’s hands, and on the other side of the middle, restraints for legs.
Wow, she thought, eyeing the device in wonder and a more than a little uneasiness. This wasn’t just any over-the-knee spanking going on. This was really going to hurt.
He gently guided her over to the apparatus and then pushed her slowly and surely over the middle. He was gentle, but by no means hesitant. This was going to happen and that’s what the contract said. He tied her hands tight to the ground restraints and then the legs. When he finished he admired the view—a beautiful woman leaning over a constructed and very large “knee” with her ass in the air and no defenses whatsoever. There was no way out of it. She pulled and squirmed but the apparatus held her hard in place, barely any wiggle room. Her bare buttocks only partly colored by the thong of the lingerie, were left exposed. She felt the draft of the room. Mostly, she just felt her nerves increase, as she realized some of the blood was rushing to her head.
This was going to be an intense experience for sure. To start, Bastein positioned himself comfortably, making sure he had ample room to swing. He wound up his arm and practiced a few times first, not connecting with her skin, but toying with the idea.
Finally, Bella spoke up. “What if I get scared? What do I do?”
“What makes you think you can do anything except take the punishment?”
“I just meant…you know in case of an emergency.”
He made sure to move over to the side where her head lay, so she could see his smile. “Then you say, Mister Darque…I QUIT. And you mean it. In every sense of the word.”
Damn. Not fair, but not really surprising. This relationship had nothing to do with work. Bella shouldn’t have even been working in reputation management.
But Bella knew she wasn’t a quitter.
The first slap was given, only a modest hand strike, winding up. Darque made sure he was comfortable and then reached out again. The second time he hit her harder, the swinging with full force and rotating his body to deliver greater energy.
Bella didn’t react, but the second one hurt. Only slightly.
Then he struck her a third time, rotating his body and connecting harder with more vigorous energy. He made sure that each slap connected on her cheeks, one at a time, since that was the only way to ensure it really hurt.
The fourth slap was even harder and he kept seeming to go up the scale of pain.
“Okay!” she said loudly, her breathing starting to heighten.
“Okay what?”
“It hurts…”
“No. It doesn’t.”
He slapped her a fifth time, this time connecting harder with his hand with a blow so vicious it hurt his own hand.
That one hurt so bad she couldn’t even speak. It wasn’t the laughing kind of spanking that Bradley once gave her as a joke. It wasn’t the slap your ass kind of mini-spanking in between strokes. It was punishment. And it hadn’t even fully begun.
He made sure to hit the “sit spot” knowing it would cause her soreness. Knowing she wanted this bizarre experience, just as much as he enjoyed giving it. “Does it hurt?”
“Yes.”
“No, it doesn’t.”
He slapped her again, harder still, making sure her fanny turned red and burned for a few long moments.
“Oh God!”
“Why are you screaming?”
“It hurts!” she cried, panting down and wiggling—but to no avail.
“No. It does not.”
He slapped her again, harder, making damn sure his own hand ached and turned red from the contact.
“Ohhh God…” she screamed, not sure what the hell she was feeling. It wasn’t quite orgasmic but not too far off either. Then he started slowing things down. He waited. He spent long wordless moments just looking at her naked backside, admiring the little red glow he left behind. He patted her down, always lusting after her buxom shape. But there was much more to come.
She felt the anticipation grow. Her buttocks started clenching, involuntarily reacting to the threat. She felt another blow coming.
“Does it hurt?”
“…No. No it doesn’t.”
“Good girl,” he said, slapping her hard, this time in two rapid successions, making sure both cheeks got plenty of contact.
“Do you think we should stop?” he said, a little bit innocently, a modest question.
“Yes. I think I’m good.”
“No, you’re not.”
Her buttocks clenched again.
“Does it hurt yet?”
“Yes. I mean…”
“You mean what?”
“I don’t know.”
“Heh…” he laughed a little bit and then spoke in a debonair voice. “My darling Arabella. That is entirely the wrong answer.”
“I know…”
“I told you what to say. Didn’t I?”
“Yes.”
“Are you a quitter?”
“No.”
“Then what do you say? Does it hurt? Have you had enough?”
“Yes. It hurts. I’ve had enough.”
“Wrong answer.”
He began slowly, methodically, unbuttoning his belt. Bella knew what was coming and started wiggling around, trying in vain to escape her punishment.
“No. No!”
“You afraid?”
“Yes. Very.”
“Afraid it will hurt?”
“Yes. It will.”
“Is that what you want?”
She said nothing, feeling her buttocks clench and anticipating the blow.
He finished taking off his belt and snapped it together. He had a heavy belt, one of those leather specialties that really held his pants tight—and that would punish a submissive like no other.
He took his time prepping for the first belt strike, backing away and rotating his arm making sure he got good distance.
“I like you Bella.”
“Uhhhhh…” she sighed, expecting the worst.
He smacked her the hardest he done all night and the pain was immense. It hurt so bad she felt her body vibrate. Tears welled up in her eyes and she closed her fists together. Repeatedly. Because there was nothing else to do.
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He snapped the belt again, but didn’t connect. Her buttocks clenched anyway. Then, just as she relaxed he smacked her a third time.
“Oh God!”
“What?”
“It hurts.”
“No it doesn’t.”
He smacked her a third time, the hardest one yet, leaving her butt a darker red color and tingling with a whole new numbing feeling.
“Oh God…what do you…did you…do to me.”
“It feels good, doesn’t it?”
“No…it hurts…”
“Wrong answer.”
“Nooo!”
He spanked her again and this time it was so powerful it left Bella’s body twitching and convulsing, almost causing an orgasm out of nowhere.
“Oh fuck!” she screamed, getting a little dizzy and feeling her buttocks clench and tense so hard.
“It feels good, doesn’t it?”
“YES! Yes!” she screamed back. “It doesn’t hurt at all…”
He smiled…and let her have another. This one connected hard and rocked her body again, sending her shifting back and forth and riding the apparatus with her stomach—but there was nowhere to go. Her ass jiggled and it made Darque hard. But that was for another day. Tonight was all about Bella.
He smacked her again, this time a little less severe than the first few blows.
“Ohhh God!”
He waited, watching her body vibrate and her breathing become rapid. He began patting her sore asscheeks, making sure she was adjusting well and still conscious.
“It doesn’t hurt, does it?”
“No…not at all…not at all…”
“You want it to really hurt, don’t you?”
“Yes. Yes. Please…make it hurt.”
“I will,” he said, stroking and caressing her shapely cheeks, enjoying the fine shape of her body. Still the prettiest he had ever seen.
He waited a few more moments and then snapped the belt back into position.
“No…no…”
“Yes. Yes. More.”
She felt her buttocks tense and then release—then the belt connected, slapping hard and drawing her tears out. “Ohhh God!”
“Doesn’t hurt.”
“No, no! I need more! More!”
He smacked her hard, this time in a series of rapid successive strikes, one to each cheek.
She screamed so hard she choked and began heaving, almost as if a small child trying to fathom the injustice. He whipped her good, so good it almost felt sexual. Her buttocks clenched so much that her vaginal walls opened and became wet. She knew he saw—he could see everything from that position. The more he spanked her the wetter she became.
He smacked her again, this one connecting so intensely that it left her buttocks numb…then her legs…then her whole chest.
“Oh God! I…I can’t feel anything.”
He was spanking her into a trance and so slowed it down, still spanking her lightly with the belt but with lighter strokes.
“You like this?”
“Ughnnnn…” she mumbled not quite in the same world.
“You want your hands undone?”
“Uhhhh…”
“I’ll untie them for you. Because I know you want this so bad that you’re not going to go anywhere. You want this more than I do.”
He untied her hands, letting her move up slightly. Then he untied her legs too, allowing her full freedom.
“Now then. You are completely free to move around. You can run away if you prefer. But the spanking isn’t finished. Do you want more?”
She said nothing but couldn’t seem to get up and walk away. He was training her well already. She surrendered full control and didn’t quite want any back…not yet. She wanted him to finish.
“Good then. Touch yourself. Remain in the position you are, put start playing with your clit.”
She obeyed and began stroking herself from the spanking position.
Bastien readied the belt again and whipped her butt cheek hard once again, this time incorporating the spankings in with Bella’s hand stroking, associating her orgasmic pleasure with his harsh punishments.
He whipped her again…it hurt so bad she cried…but all she could do was stroke herself in between spankings. The anticipation almost killed her…waiting for the hard lashing then feeling her ass clench, her whole body tense…and then that wave of endorphins to come in, making her feel numb and tingly. And just as she did she felt an orgasm from her own touch, heightening the experience.
Whatever was happening couldn’t be good. He was training her to desire more punishment, to say the opposite of what she was feeling, and to orgasm regardless of whether or not she was comfortable.
But it felt so good. He spanked her two more times, making sure each blow connected. He noticed her breathing slowed down and her body stopped shaking. She had had enough for the first session. And he felt proud of her. She didn’t even use the safe word. She just took it all. She let him do everything. And she accepted it.
He almost felt a glow of happiness deep inside. A feeling he quickly became uneasy with and thus lost his developing smile.
“Get dressed and go. We will do another session. This time, you will have new instructions.”
She felt a dizzying high and a strange new post-orgasmic bliss. For a few long moments she just sat there, turned over the apparatus and continued to enjoy the feeling of exposure. She didn’t want to leave.
Bastien left the room himself and yet she stayed behind wondering just how intense these sessions would become. How much more could she take before it became pure madness?
*****
Chapter 5
Bella felt confused about the whole experience though her orgasms and her non-gasms—those strange mini-quakes that left her numb and high as a kite—were nothing to complain about. Somehow, Bastien knew how to manipulate the female body so that pleasure resonated with each slap. He also seemed an expert in training women to want him—to crave his so called punishment. And to demand that he make it more intense.
She almost thought, maybe, just maybe, she was something close to normal. That doing Bastien’s dirty work afterhours was just something every billionaire intern probably does. But then she sat down…or shall we say, attempted to sit down.
Ohhh God she screamed internally. But very careful not to make a scene. The room was full of associates, interns and workers on the Darque campaign. She had just sat down and experienced a sharp aching pain in her buttocks. It still blazed, sore as hell, and hurting just as Darque promised. Just as she asked for.
She smiled wide and uncomfortably—far too helpless and pained to get up now. She tried her best to relax in the chair.
Then Bastien arrived, looking all suave and excitable, ready to talk business.
“Hello everyone. Good morning.”
“Morning!” the room shouted back.
Oh shit.
Just then, the entire staff stood up, in respect to Mister Darque who was now addressing the company. Bella was obligated to stand up too. But it was nearly impossible at the moment, as her buttocks ached like scorching fire.
Bastien grinned at her, a bit madly, almost as if he couldn’t stay in character. “Bella, dear girl. Aren’t you going to stand up?”
She flinched and smiled and waved her hand.
“What does that mean?” Bastien said.
“Uhhh…well…”
“Come on, stand up. This is about team work. Yes?”
The entire staff eyed her in suspicion. How odd that a new intern wasn’t the first in line to do as the boss instructed. Was she revolting or…?
Only Abrams, the project manager, thought something might be wrong. “Bella, are you okay? Is something wrong?”
“Arabella is okay,” Bastien said strongly. “Although maybe she has something to say? Bella, anything you want to say?”
“Uhhh…no.”
“Then stand up
, please.”
Bella stood up and felt a second wave of pain from her tingling buttocks. It was like he was spanking her all over again, this time in clear view of others.
“OOookay…” she said, pained beyond belief but playing along.
“Great, now sit back down, because the meeting is ready to begin.
Bella noticed she was the only one standing, and most of the others had taken a seat. That left her in the middle of the room causing a scene.
“Oh God!” Bella said out loud alerting the staff. She laughed in disbelief. “Okay…okay…”
“Ahhhh…” she sighed as she sat back down and felt the spanking sensation all over again. Not only the physical ache but the strong memory of submitting to his perversions. It felt wildly erotic…and yes, more than a little painful.
The others stared in amazement, not sure if Bella was having an emotional breakdown or had a stomach flu, or something. A few of the other men in the room whispered to her, asking if she was all right.
Only Bradley, the ex, noticed something unusually alert in Bella’s eyes. If he didn’t know better he would almost say she was enjoying the awkward scene. What was make her do this? Bradley’s eyes widened, wondering for just a moment…
Is she sore from something that happened yesterday?
This was a disaster! Bella thought, knowing cracks in her “anonymous” affair were already being discovered and by Alicia and Bradley of all people. How much longer before she was exposed?
Bastien seemed oblivious to the threat. The man had no fear, and didn’t seem to remember that his reputation was on the line here. If Bella went down she would be forgotten but his name would be ruined.
Bastien Darque, however, was a man of great strength and even greater weakness. He usually thought things through. He usually kept his private life very far away from his business life.
But as he himself might admit, his attraction to Bella was beyond all his rationale, and more powerful than his own set rules. Sure, he was a dominant man and desired to control her every move, giving her all the pleasure she could or couldn’t handle. But he didn’t know when to stop. And that was dangerous. It was downright career-ending.
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