He dropped a few smacks right over her trousers. Those drew no reaction and he doubted she even really felt them, so he reached around and under her to find the zipper. It wasn’t easy to get it down, but with a bit of help from Jen, he managed. Sliding the pants down her hips revealed silky white panties below. He left those in place and began spanking steadily but not very hard.
After a dozen or so, Jen moaned, but it didn’t sound much like pain. Nor did her wriggles suggest the kind of distress she wanted to stop. He paused to roll her panties down and wasn’t surprised to find a sheen of moisture on her thighs.
When the spanking resumed, she actually raised her bottom to meet some of the smacks. He swatted harder and deliberately let a few drop onto the backs of her thighs to see how she’d react. Though she jumped and gasped a couple of times, she didn’t ask him to stop. Her sweet moans and sighs and the way she wiggled on his lap told him that however much it might sting, it was turning her on even more.
He wanted to up the intensity a bit, so he reached across to his nightstand drawer and grabbed the wooden hairbrush he’d bought earlier in the week. It had a nice, flat, broad side, perfect for this application. Jen sucked in a sharp breath when she saw it, but didn’t object.
It made a sharper sound than his hand did when it struck her bottom and it left a pink smudge. Jen stayed quiet and still for the first few smacks. The fourth had her moaning and she gasped when he smacked harder on a fifth and sixth. She was definitely wiggling harder than she had under his hand.
Her writhing inflamed his cock until he finally couldn’t wait any longer. He stopped and helped her shift onto the bed, face down, and remove the rest of her clothes.
Once those were gone, he parted her legs and kissed along the insides of her thighs, where the skin was soft and silky against his lips and cheeks, fragrant with the scent of her arousal. He worked his way upward toward the beckoning deep pink tissue of her pussy.
Parting the exquisite lips of her labia, he studied the openings revealed and the hard nub of her clit, just peeking out below its hood. She yelped and wriggled when he blew on it, then almost shrieked when he ran his tongue up until it mounted the peak at the center of her pleasure.
She shivered and moaned as he continued his assault with his tongue. Her muscles tensed around him, and he felt the quiver of impending orgasm, so he worked her clit harder with his tongue, even scraping gently with his teeth.
The tension pulled her tighter and tighter until she screamed, jerked and released her breath on a series of pants. He backed off a few inches, watching her body jolt with the spasms that arched and released her.
Before it had completely worn off, he pushed her up onto her knees, stopping her when she would’ve rolled over onto her back. He grabbed a condom and put it on, then pushed into her from behind. She sheathed him in tight, moist heat that felt like home and heaven at the same time. He reached over and palmed her breasts. To his surprise, she grew tighter again and moved with him, pushing back when he rammed into her.
He plunged deeper and deeper, losing himself in the glory of her. Her hot, slick, tight pussy clamped around him, holding him and driving him into a bucking frenzy. The pleasure tightened him farther until the pressure exploded and his seed spilled into her. Thrilled, triumphant, he let it go, let her tight sheath milk every drop from him. His last moan mingled with hers as she went with him over the edge.
He held her in that position until their breath calmed some, then he rolled over to his side, taking her with him and cuddling her against him.
“You’re amazing,” she said, her voice slurred and sleepy.
They dozed off, wrapped in each others’ arms.
* * * * *
Jennifer was late to Calculus on Tuesday.
Blake held her gaze as she came into the room five minutes after class had started and took her usual place on the other side of the aisle. She didn’t look his way at first, but he caught her sneaking a peek in his direction a few minutes later. He kept his expression neutral.
In truth, his stomach churned probably as much as hers did. As a member of the Disciplinarians group, he’d administered harsh punishments before, but never to someone he cared about so much. Never to someone who didn’t have any experience with it.
After their talk, he had to punish her appropriately, harshly enough to show it wasn’t for fun. He hoped she wouldn’t hate him for it.
He waited for her outside the classroom. She was the last one out. Her shoulders drooped and her expression looked worried.
“I have classes until four,” he told her. “You only have one more today, right?”
She nodded.
“Meet me in the student center at four-thirty.”
She swallowed hard and said, “Okay.”
The hall had emptied out. He leaned down and kissed her. She put her arms around him and tightened for a quick hug.
“Don’t be late to your next class,” he warned.
A half-smile broke through some of the tension. “No. I’ll see you later.”
The next few hours crawled by. Blake struggled to keep his mind on his next classes and the lectures. His thoughts kept flying off to what he needed to do with Jennifer. Probably a paddle, he thought. Or maybe the belt. Not over the knee. Whatever he did, would she hate it? Would she hate him for it?
* * * * *
The time crawled. Jennifer couldn’t keep her mind on the professor in her next class or on the worksheets she tried to do for the class the next day. She wanted this. Really, she did. And it terrified her.
She hadn’t intended to be late for class. But she’d been talking to a friend and lost track of time. Her disorganization again. She knew she needed to get better at staying on top of the time and this really should help. But— What would he do? Could she bear it? Would she let him down and chicken out?
Four-thirty arrived long before she was ready for it. She actually got there a few minutes before he did.
“You’re ready?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” she said as they went to his car. “I don’t know about this. I didn’t intend to be late. It was kind of an accident.”
“We’ll talk about it at my place.”
“Oh.”
They were silent on the drive to his apartment. Jennifer couldn’t find a thing to say. Once at his place, she stopped in the living room. “How does this work?”
“We agreed that you would get to class on time, or I’d discipline you if you were late again. You were late today.”
“It was an accident. I lost track of time.”
Blake’s face stayed neutral. “Jennifer, it’s your call. Did you break our agreement or not?”
It was a struggle to admit it to herself and to get the words out. “Yes, I did.”
“Do you think you deserve to be disciplined for it?”
She couldn’t bear to look at him, so she studied the unremarkable beige rug. It took even more work to get any sound past the lump in her throat. “Yes.”
“Then strip to your underwear and bend over the back of the loveseat.”
She looked up at him. His stern expression reminded her of the first time she’d seen him. She realized now this was part of what had drawn her to him. Whether it was a need or a want, she couldn’t say, but the desire for it was part of her.
Her fingers shook so much it took extra time to strip off her sweater, shoes, socks and jeans. Blake didn’t offer to help, but he didn’t seem impatient either. She shivered, though not from the cold, as she stood in front of him in camisole and panties. He drew in a sharp breath, but he didn’t let any reaction leak into his expression. Instead he looked at the loveseat. It stood in the middle of the room so that it faced the gas fireplace, leaving plenty of space behind it.
“What are you going to…use?”
“Just a minute.” He disappeared into his bedroom and returned shortly with a couple of things in his hand. They drew her eyes as he set them down on a table. He picked up
the first, a wooden paddle, three inches wide and six inches long, with a handle on one end.
“I considered what I would do if you came to the Disciplinarians House. You’re new to this and it’s your first time. I’ve kept that in mind. This is one of the lighter paddles. Two dozen from it will sting some and warm you up for this.” He set down the paddle and picked up what appeared to be a leather strap, maybe fifteen inches long and two inches wide. “This isn’t one of the heavier straps, but it packs a pretty good bite. Half a dozen from it should help you remember to stay organized enough to make it to class on time.”
A wave of dizziness crashed over her. She couldn’t do this.
She wasn’t sure what he saw, but a flash of alarm crossed his face. He dropped the strap and took three fast steps toward her. “Jennifer?” He put his hands on her shoulders, steadying her and studying her face.
“It’s okay. I was lightheaded for a moment. It’s gone now. We can get on with it.”
“Are you sure?”
“Perfectly.” She stepped back from him and turned toward the loveseat. “Let’s get it over with.” Still, it took an effort of will to lean over the upholstered back, putting her bottom in a vulnerable position.
He sighed and picked up the strap, but put it aside in favor of the paddle. “Move forward a bit more,” he said. “Get your bottom higher.”
She shifted so that she could grasp the edges of the cushions, letting her head rest against the back. Her toes barely scraped the ground, but her weight rested on her hips. The position put an odd pressure on her stomach.
She heard the rush of air before the paddle struck, square on the center of her right buttock. A loud crack coincided with the jolt that hit her first, the shock of the harsh contact. A stinging burn followed quickly, but the heat faded within moments.
A second swat landed in the center of her left buttock with an even louder sound and a harder impact. Twin spots stung her bottom.
The next blow landed on her right cheek again, a little lower than the previous. And it burned like a big bee sting.
It was harder than he’d spanked her before, but she had a feeling this was really still pretty light. Just a few strokes later, her entire bottom prickled. She jumped and struggled to stay in place each time that wicked paddle landed. But she had to bear it. For Blake. She had to show him she could do this. And once the initial jolt faded, it wasn’t really all that bad. In fact, she could feel her pussy swelling as the heat curled deeper and deeper. That sweet fire inside made it more than worth bearing.
And still she squealed and wiggled with each smack of the paddle on her increasingly warm rear end. She wanted to reach back and rub, to ease the almost itchy prickling of it, but she felt sure he’d object.
The blows got harder and the fire fiercer. The tingle grew into an all-over burn that flared brighter with each spank. A few more and she had to struggle to stay in place each time he whacked her bottom. One harder whack made her shout and almost bounce up off the back of the loveseat.
“Crap, that hurts,” she said when the initial fire had faded enough to let her speak.
“It’s supposed to,” he reminded her.
Several more hard strokes had her wriggling and sobbing. Each time he gave her a few moments to recover before he landed the next one.
Finally he stopped and set the paddle down. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself, knowing the worst was yet to come. He came over and rubbed a hand over her bottom. It wasn’t intended to be stimulating, just a test of the condition, but it soothed the fire and made her suck in a breath anyway. The warmth from his hand dug straight in and sent delighted messages to her core. If he ran his hand a bit lower, he’d likely find her all but dripping. He didn’t though. Instead he backed up again.
“Need a minute to catch your breath?” he asked.
“No. Finish it. Please.” He’d told her she wouldn’t get any sexual satisfaction from this, even though it was turning her on. If that were so, she might as well get it done. The sooner it was done, the sooner they could get back to normal. Or some new version of normal. Because this changed things. It was beyond anything she’d done before. Beyond anything she’d thought she’d consider doing. More adventurous than she ever thought she would be.
The strap made a zipping noise as it fell and a noisy crack when it landed, crossing both of her bottom cheeks. Jen yelped and almost jumped up from the loveseat as an initial jolting thud spread a fiery burn in its path. “Oh my God, Blake, that hurt.” The word ended in a yelp as the next stroke crashed across her rear end. It spread another ribbon of fire in its path.
She burned inside and out. Her bottom stung, but it radiated the fire in lances that penetrated deep into her, bringing a wicked combination of pain and pleasure. She didn’t know how to bear it and yet she wanted more. It…stimulated her in ways she’d never imagined.
But when the next stroke fell, lower on her bottom, she almost screamed, straining to keep her fingers locked around the cushion. Her bottom burned and felt swollen. God, but she wanted to reach back and rub. She was crazy. Crazy for wanting this, crazy for bearing it, crazy for wanting the man who would do this. A sweet, luscious sort of crazy, though.
The strap whizzed and crashed again, hitting at the place where her bottom and thighs met. Jen jolted and arched up off the back of the loveseat. She almost jumped up and ran but managed to keep herself in place. The fire in her rear end burned hotter. She couldn’t bear any more. She opened her mouth to tell him, but all that came out was a wild moan that wasn’t all pain.
Every nerve in her body was on alert, waiting for the next. She arched and screamed when it landed. The jolt of pain was fiery hot and agonizing, but it turned into an amazing thrill as the sensation dug deeper. Her breath huffed from her in rapid pants after the groan wore itself out, and she arched her body, trying to find comfort. The back of the loveseat dug into her abdomen and the pressure added to the tide of sensation, both pain and pleasure, rocking her world.
She got so lost in it she didn’t hear the whizzing of the next stroke, was unprepared for the bolt of fire it painted across the lowest part of her buttocks just above the crease. The jolt defeated her intention to hold onto the cushions and stay in place. Instead she stood right up, wailing, as the pain turned into a wildly throbbing burn.
The clatter of the strap hitting the floor barely pushed through the haze of sensation. The sound of footsteps didn’t register at all, so she started when he lifted her hands off her bottom and said, “That’s it, but this isn’t allowed just yet. Get back in position. I want you to stay there for ten minutes, thinking about what you can do to prevent this happening again.”
He helped her bend over again. The burn in her rear end faded surprisingly quickly, much faster than the fire heating her arousal. She wanted desperately to jump him and make wild, mad love. He wouldn’t permit it, and much as it bit her to admit it, he was right. That was the real punishment. Not the pain, which aroused as much as it hurt, but the fact that the arousal was left to burn unfulfilled. That was hard to endure. She would, though. For him.
Those musings occupied her mind to the exclusion of the subject he’d told her to meditate on, but she already knew she had to pay more attention to time management. The architecture program was a tough one. If she got in, she’d have to get on top of her schedule and stay there. Whether this would actually help her with that remained to be seen, but it might.
Thinking about something other than sex helped cool the ravening desire that had flooded her since the spanking. By the time he tapped her on the back and helped her straighten up, the arousal had receded to a more controllable level.
“Get dressed and let’s get dinner,” he suggested.
She hesitated, almost ready to ask if they could delay the meal for a bit, but a quick look at his expression told her the request would be denied. She nodded. They needed to talk about this.
Chapter Four
Blake couldn’t tell from
Jennifer’s expression how she felt about what had just happened. If pressed, he could barely describe the emotions it had roused in him. Pride, fear, excitement, lust and worry all figured in the mix.
Part of him hadn’t wanted to do it at all. It wasn’t that he minded actually spanking her, even hard enough to hurt. He’d administered discipline often enough. And the honest truth was, he enjoyed it, as long as the recipient wanted it or believed she needed it. He couldn’t read how Jennifer had felt about it afterward. If she hated it… The thought of losing her terrified him.
The realization landed on him like a ton of metaphorical bricks. He’d rather have a plain vanilla relationship with Jennifer than a dominant relationship with any other woman he knew.
She filled an emptiness in his life he hadn’t even realized was there. Not just sexually, but in every possible way. She’d infiltrated every corner of his being. Of course, the way she enjoyed their play spankings certainly gratified him, confirming the connection between them. But submitting to serious discipline was something else, something more, a link that went down to their souls.
For him, it had been amazing, an experience like nothing else he’d ever had. The enormity of the trust she offered at once humbled him and made him feel like a king. He just hoped to hell it hadn’t cost her too much.
He wasn’t ready to talk about it yet, so he kept the conversation on the weather, classes, scheduling, outings and movies—anything he could think of but that—on their way to the restaurant and during dinner. Jen went along with it.
He enjoyed their conversations, always finding new facets of the intelligent, intriguing woman behind the ice-cream sundae exterior. She was so much smarter and kinder than her flippant demeanor had led him to expect. But right then he talked with only half his mind on the subject, and he suspected she wasn’t following it any more closely. He wished he knew how she’d reacted, but he wasn’t ready to ask yet.
Blake waited until they were back in his car after dinner before bringing it up. It had gotten dark outside by then. Odd how it was easier to talk about difficult things when you couldn’t see the other person clearly. He didn’t start the engine but turned toward her.
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