Her Master's Heart

by Lawrence Southwick

  “So, Little Bird, what time did you arrive here, tonight?” His voice was deceptively soft.

  She blinked and tried to think. “Hmm, I guess about ten after eight, Sir.”

  “Ah. What time did I tell you to be here?”

  Gulp. Oh, God. “Um, eight o'clock, Sir. I'm very sorry, Sir.” She could've told him about her car nearly being out of gas or the traffic, but she knew instinctively he didn't want to hear excuses.

  “I'm going to go easy on you tonight, little bird, because we're just beginning. So, just two spanks with my hand, for every minute you kept me waiting.”

  Robin's face flushed. That was ‘easy’? She realized she'd disappointed him. Her role as a sub is to obey and please him. She'd failed. Why did that make her feel so bad?

  “Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”

  Master Robert stood next to her with his right hand gently rubbing her buttocks. She felt a very pleasant warming sensation. Then she felt the sudden cool air that indicated the absence of his hand as he pulled it away from her.

  CRACK!

  His hand felt like an oak board wrapped in velvet. The impact rocked her, first with a flare of pain. Then like a lit fuse, an intense sensation ran directly to her clit, the sensitive nub blazing with pleasure.

  CRACK!

  The second blow was to her other ass-cheek, and she thought she could feel the imprint of his hand, reddening her skin. She felt the brief initial pain, then heat and a tingly sensation that traveled to her clit.

  CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

  His blows came fast and furious, overwhelming her senses. Robin gasped and felt herself tugging at her restraints, to no avail. She could feel her arousal coiling and building in her belly and core, even as her ass burned like fire. She found herself trying to lift herself up, to meet his hand.

  Thereafter, his spanking continued unabated. Robin's mind reeled out of control. She was trying to cope with all of the feelings that she was experiencing, both physically and emotionally. She felt warm tears run down her face, and she heard him murmur, “Good girl.”

  However, the spanking didn't stop. He was relentless. She didn't even try to count or keep track of the strikes. They seemed an endless, bittersweet torture that hurt so good.

  Finally, he paused. Was he done? Was it over?

  She felt his left hand gently caress her hot, tingly buttocks while he plunged two fingers of his right hand into her dripping, throbbing, hungry pussy. Robin wailed and clamped down on him with her internal muscles.

  It felt as if every muscle in her body had seized up simultaneously. Her toes curled, and her fingers tingled, as her explosive release splintered her. She'd never had any orgasm or any sensation like this in her entire life—nothing even remotely close to this.

  It was all-encompassing.

  She’d had no idea her body was capable of feeling such remarkably intense pleasure. It was intense and it lasted longer than any previous orgasms she'd had. Master Robert continued to penetrate and stimulate her pussy the entire time, riding out her climax with her.

  Finally, gasping and wrung out, Robin slumped against the leather of the bench. She laid there, trying to slow her breathing and heart rate, waiting to be freed. Her mind was still reeling with the amazing experience she'd just had.

  She soon discovered Master Robert wasn't finished with her quite yet. His fingers continued to plunge into her. He persistently and rhythmically thrust in and out of her, until she heard the squishy sounds of her juices and her skin, clamping down on him again, she allowed the pleasure to roll through her body.

  Smiling, with a twinkle in his eye, he rotated his hand while his fingers remained inside of her. Then he curled his fingers to stroke and massage the front of her inner walls. Robin's eyes shot open wide, as an extraordinary feeling swept over her; a feeling like nothing she'd ever experienced.

  What th-? Oh! My! Gooooooood!

  Again, she cried out. She screamed uncontrollably as she felt an odd, yet extremely intense and pleasant sensation of liquid spurting from between her pussy lips. This was as if a different type of orgasm overtook her. Robin's entire body became rigid and squeezed hard, contracting around Master Robert's fingers, which remained within her core.

  She began to shake uncontrollably, as if she was having a full-body seizure of some sort. Her arms and legs convulsed as if electrocuted. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she heard a loud roaring in her ears, almost like the sound of the ocean. It took several minutes for her body to cease its shudders.

  Wow. Oh, my.

  The first orgasm Master Robert gave her was new for her because of how it was achieved as well as because of its extreme intensity and length. It was like one of her currently typical climaxes—just on steroids. She'd had similar orgasms, but they were like watered down versions of what he'd given her.

  However, this new and intense squirting orgasm was unlike anything she'd ever experienced before. It felt strange and amazing, but it took place inside of her body. She was totally blown away by it! This kind of release lasted so long, leaving her entire body convulsing on and off for a long while. Some of these convulsions struck her as being similar to aftershocks after a major earthquake.

  Wow! That must be what a g-spot orgasm feels like! I’d always wondered if I even had a g-spot. I thought it was like the elusive Loch Ness monster or Big Foot; something I'd heard about but wouldn't exist in my reality. My word, I'm a lucky woman!

  Eventually, Robin felt Master Robert slowly pull his fingers out of her body, once she'd fully relaxed. She watched as he walked to a nearby cooler and extracted a bottle of water. He also picked up a blanket from a nearby pile.

  He covered her completely spent body gently with the blanket, and then gave her a sip of water, carefully holding a straw in the bottle up to her mouth. Then he undid her restraints, taking time to massage each of her wrists and ankles where red lines had formed, as he freed them.

  He murmured soft words to her, nonsensical words, but words of comfort, nonetheless. He gave her more water to drink.

  She felt completely out of it. She was disoriented, boneless and thoroughly relaxed—to the point of being unable to have any coherent thoughts. Her body, and even her mind was satiated to a degree she'd never experienced before, but now hoped she'd experience it again and again.

  After an unknown amount of time, she finally felt she could talk again. Robin looked at Master Robert and asked him, “Sir?” She gestured to where his pants were tented, his straining erection obvious.

  He stroked her hair and smiled warmly. “Thank you for caring, and for considering my pleasure, Little Bird, but no. Tonight is about you.”

  After about another ten minutes, Robin's legs finally felt solid enough to stand. With Master Robert's gentle hand guiding her, she dismounted the bench. He then wiped the bench down with an antiseptic wipe.

  “Sir?” Robin asked, “Shouldn't I be doing that?”

  He kissed her forehead and shook his head. “I've got this. You go freshen up.”

  Chapter 10.

  ROBIN

  Robin wrapped the blanket around herself more firmly and walked to the ladies restroom.

  In the stall, Robin took care of matters. Unable to hide her curiosity, she ventured out in search of a mirror. She wanted to see if he'd left bruises. Strangely, she rather hoped he had. She liked the idea of having a souvenir, of sorts, on her body.

  Hand prints would remind her of the amazing, earth-moving time that they shared tonight. She wanted to wear his marks, to be marked by him. She liked the idea of being his.

  Robin realized tonight, she'd turned a corner in her life. She did something that, although she'd always wanted it, she'd never dared to admit it—not even to herself. Once she began to admit to herself she was intrigued by some kink, she'd still not allowed herself to dream about it for most of her life.

  When she'd finally gotten free of her repressive and oppressive ex, her deepest desires began to surface gradually. It took her
so long to gain the courage to take any steps, especially the first step, to go for what she wanted in life.

  Now, she'd taken that first step, and then the rest of the steps to get here. She'd achieved her goal. Tonight was beyond her greatest hopes and dreams. She felt forever changed by it. She was proud of herself and was more than a bit appreciative, and even smitten with Master Robert.

  He was extremely skilled. Like a maestro, he played her body as if it were a fine instrument. It had been beyond her realm of possibilities she could ever feel the sensations she had tonight. She was shocked he seemed to know what she needed more than she did. He also knew her body better than she ever did.

  Tonight had been an eye-opening experience that had blown her away. She was incredibly overwhelmed with so many emotions. Her feelings ranged from elation, joy, pride, indebtedness, curiosity and extreme gratitude. Also infatuation...maybe even, love?

  Robin was fascinated by Master Robert. Not only was he gifted and knowledgeable, but his selflessness and generosity was simply amazing. Everything he did was beyond incredible, on many levels. Yet she'd felt guilty, she hadn’t attended to his needs.

  She'd been satiated to a degree that she'd never experienced. Yet, he was choosing to walk around unsatisfied, sporting a raging erection.

  Wow. He's so different from the other men I'd had in my bed. Their sole focus had always been on their own pleasure and satisfaction, usually to the exclusion of mine. Master Robert seems to live in the Twilight Zone. Man, I want to live there, too! With him.

  When she emerged from the stall, the bottle-blond receptionist was there, leaning on a sink. She appeared to be waiting for Robin. She was young, thin and wearing a disdainful expression. She said, “You can't please him, you know.”

  Taken aback, hoping she'd heard wrong, Robin said, “Excuse me?”

  “Master Robert. You can't please him. Trust me, he doesn't want you.” Her normally pretty face was distorted and looked ugly from her livid sneer. “I mean, look at you! You're old and fat; I don't know why he's even playing with you at all. Don't get too used to him. Believe me; it won't last. No girl's ever lasted more than a month with him, and they were all hot as hell, young and supple.” The young woman eyed her derisively. “What does he want with you, anyway? You're just a saggy, baggy old elephant.”

  Hot tears filled Robin's eyes. It seemed as though this hateful and hurtful bitch hit upon Robin's every fear and insecurity. She suddenly had no desire to look at herself in the mirror. Turning on her heel, she retreated into the stall, just to get away from the attack.

  Once there, Robin cried silently. Mentally she replayed all of the painful words that had ever been spat at her all of her life. When she emerged from the stall again, the girl was gone.

  Robin finally pulled herself together, as best she could and left the restroom. Moisture remained on her red, tear-stained cheeks. Master Robert took one look at her, and his eyes chilled. “What's wrong, Little Bird?”

  Robin could barely speak; she shook her head, “Nothing.”

  Master Robert gently wrapped his hand under her chin and lifted her face to look directly into her eyes. “Total honesty, remember, Robin?”

  She didn't want to tell him what was wrong. To say it, she'd have to think about it. It hurt too much to even think about it, yet give it a voice. She felt as if her heart had been ripped open and she was bleeding out.

  She felt utterly insecure, fat and hideous—unworthy and undesirable.

  However, out of her immense respect for Master Robert, as well as because of her feelings for him, she knew she must tell him. He didn't deserve to be shut out and they'd had an agreement to be open and honest with each other.

  It was extremely difficult for her. She took a long moment to gather her courage. She choked on her reply, and then blurted out exactly what had happened in the bathroom.

  Master Robert listened to her closely. His face became pinched with anger, his eyes blazed with rage. She could feel the power of his boiling fury rolling off of him in waves. He was certainly a force to be reckoned with. He was formidable, and even terrifying.

  Oh, God. Is he angry with me? Did I do something wrong? No, he's not. Thank God! He guided her over and then pushed her gently into a chair and ordered her to stay there.

  Robin remained distraught, but she obeyed. She sat quietly and watched as he strode over to where Master John was readying his toys. Robert whispered in his ear. Robin wondered exactly what he said, although she had some idea. John reacted by looking very angry.

  He nodded to Master Robert, smirking. She watched as John made a beeline to the receptionist. He said something to her. She simpered at him and nodded.

  In moments, Robin watched as the bitter, hurtful girl walked to the whipping post and disrobed. She showed none of the hesitation or embarrassment that Robin had exhibited. Indeed, she seemed to flaunt her tight, young body, wiggling it this way and that. It was even more evident now, her blond hair was dyed.

  Master John cuffed her to the post, and then began drawing whips from his toy bag. The girl licked her lips with anticipation, until John put his hand on the nape of her neck and whispered to her.

  Her face became ashen, and she looked over at where Robin and Master Robert sat. Robert was stone-faced, but nodded to her. The girl turned back slowly and dropped her head to the post, all of her arrogance and her saucy attitude had left her immediately. She appeared somehow smaller, disappointed and sad, yet resigned.

  She'd accepted her fate.

  John stepped up with his six-foot cat and began to whip her.

  This wasn't a typical sexy club scene. It felt different in tone and it wasn't a positive difference. John didn’t start lightly to warm her up and then slowly build in intensity. This didn't look enjoyable or playful. She obviously didn't like any of it once he'd spoken to her.

  As the blows rained down on her body, she frantically lifted first one leg, then the other, trying desperately to avoid the whip, to no avail. The girl rose up on her toes and curled her shoulders inward, shaking her head.

  “Sir, what did John say to her?” Robin asked.

  Master Robert turned to her, his stony expression morphing to one of compassion and affection.

  “She violated the Club rules. She could either accept the punishment John gave her, or be expelled permanently.”

  Robin swallowed, hard. She felt warring emotions about what was unfolding before her. Strangely, she felt awful and even guilty for causing this harsh punishment.

  Does anyone ever deserve to be beaten so cruelly, regardless of his or her actions?

  Robin felt like a petty tattletale, a kid who ratted out a school bully.

  However, part of her was thrilled this vicious bitch was held responsible for her hurtful actions. She'd purposely set out to be cruel and hurt Robin with her words. She'd been brutally successful in that task.

  Robin felt she'd been injured more deeply than any physical whipping could cause, although it looked close. The words she'd used had zeroed in on Robin's worst insecurities with laser precision. These very insecurities, had held her prisoner for so long.

  As Robin watched the punishment, she also felt strangely empowered and even special. Look at what was happening. It was because of her, to defend and protect her. She'd seen how genuine and deep the emotions had shown on both Robert and John's faces. They'd been incensed at how she had been treated.

  They cared enough to get angry, for her.

  What had unfolded before her, as the consequence of the hurtful behavior, proved to Robin she'd actually mattered. Her well-being and emotional state truly meant something. Master Robert and John both cared enough to take action on her behalf. They were looking out for her, protecting her. It made her feel safe in the club. She'd been so hurt and violated by this bitter bitch and, as reluctant as she was to admit it, this upsetting scene actually did help her.

  She realized now, regardless of whether any of the hateful bitch's words had truth to them,
Robert wouldn't allow her to be bullied or harmed. She knew he genuinely cared enough to look out for her. He wanted to protect her. His actions spoke volumes about who he was as a person. He was a gentleman. He was her knight in shining armor… at least for tonight.

  Master Robert plucked her from her seat and pulled her onto his lap, his arms encircling her. From across the room, she could hear the crack of leather on bare skin, as well as little yelps coming from the girl's mouth.

  Robin shivered.

  Chapter 11.

  ROBERT

  Upon seeing Robin was so upset after the episode in the ladies' room, he'd decided not to let her drive home. Indeed, he'd decided not to let her go home, at all. He wanted to be there with her and help reassure her through her insecurities and pain.

  Hmm, I wouldn't mind licking her wounds.

  The thought crossed his mind, causing his mouth to water and his cock to twitch. However, she'd been through so much tonight. He certainly didn't want to take advantage of her sexually. Yet, he was a man, and his thoughts were natural for him. He enjoyed toying with various imaginary scenes.

  In his mind, he was anything but a gentleman. He was all Dom and he was a very hungry man. He was starving for her. Watching her come tonight was fucking amazing. She was so sensitive and responsive. It had been easy to send her into subspace.

  It's certainly nowhere near as easy with all subs. He'd been in the zone, as well. He'd been soaring in Dom space, loving every moment of it. It was wonderful.

  His mind was full of various desires for her, all from different parts of him. She touched his heart, his mind, his soul… and yes, his hormones and body. He wanted to cherish and protect her, to spoil her. He also wanted to taste, smell, hear and look at her as well as to fuck the crap out of her—until neither of them could walk… or sit comfortably.

  Robert was so angry at the way his precious Little Bird had been treated; he really wanted to punish that nasty little bitch, Chloe, himself. There were good reasons why he didn't do it. He lived by a code. If he didn't, he wouldn't be a good Dom. That meant something to Robert. He prided himself on his abilities, as well as his ethics.