by K. R. Haynes
Instead of a knight with shiny armour rescuing her from the towers of hell, he was her knight with a leather crop in his hand and a discipline she had been craving for the longest time ever.
Mary J kept her eyes focused on the crop, even when Mick tipped her chin upwards with his fingertip. Her body trembled slightly at hearing the loud slap of leather against denim. He was taunting her with his discipline tool, by whacking his leg with it. But it wouldn’t hurt him, not while he was clothed in his denim jeans. Bastard! She was no fool and knew if that little bit of stiff leather hit her bare ass, she would feel the sting of it for sure. Yes, she may have been wrong in showing her bratty side to him today. Now she would take his punishment however he saw fit to dish it out to her. After all, Mick was her Dom, and she was his sub and it was a position she respected and her gift she gave to him.
She had only ever once before given her body over to one other male to dominate and that was with her ex. Following the aftermath of what happened to her during her time with him, Mary J had been too wary to hand herself over to another male so he could do with her as he pleased. But with Mick, she trusted him, and that trust and that bond she had formed with him over the months she had gotten to know him allowed her to kneel before him now while waiting for his discipline.
Hearing Mick’s dominant voice sent tingles racing through her body and made her pussy melt with desire for him to take her now. “Do you understand why you are being disciplined tonight, little one?”
He called her his little one. And in his domineering presence she felt small and tiny. It also made her feel utterly vulnerable to the power he exuded over her. She was grateful to discover that she didn’t feel frightened or even scared of Mick. It had her wondering if this was somehow a turning point in her life or was it more to do with the man looming over her holding his leather crop in his hand. “Yes, sir, I was a brat today, and I would like to apologise for it if it would please you to do so, sir?”
“You may.”
“I am truly sorry, sir, that I acted like a brat today. You didn’t deserve that kind of disrespect from me and I present myself and my body to you tonight for your punishment, sir.”
“Thank you for your apology, Mary J, you have pleased me greatly with it and with presenting your body over to my care.”
Mary J leaned slightly forward at the feel of Mick caressing her hair with his hand. She wanted more of his soft tender touch he was giving her. It just felt so good and she instantly missed it when he withdrew his hand from her head. She shivered at hearing him utter the words “leather crop” and her “bare ass” in the same sentence. The scent of new leather permeated the air, much like the musky scent of her sex did as it dripped anew for him. She would have laughed if someone would have told her she would be so utterly turned on by the knowledge of a man cropping her ass for discipline reasons. But she wasn’t laughing now. Hell, no! It took everything she had not to squirm around on the spot she knelt on. Sneaking another peek at the crop, to her it looked very new. Did that meant he had bought it recently then to use only on her?
The loud smack of leather against denim stunned her out of her thoughts and questions running through her mind. It also had her raising her eyes up to him and waiting patiently for him to speak. He didn’t though. All Mick did was raise the leather crop up to her lips. Not sure want he wanted her to do, Mary J poked her tongue out a little and tasted the leather before kissing it quickly. It pleased her to hear his growl of approval before he drew the crop away from her mouth. He then surprised her further by dipping his head and capturing her lips in a dominating and forceful kiss. She felt breathless and light-headed as his lips sucked and nipped at her own. His tongue ploughed into her mouth like it was on a mission to destroy her for all other men.
Her fingers itched to touch him, to feel his skin beneath her fingertips. Her hands began to lift up on their own accord before she realised they were only inches away from touching him. She quickly righted her position with her palms facing up on her thighs when Mick released her lips from his. Whew, that was a close call. She was sure she had been sprung from moving from her presentation pose. There was a hint of knowing shining in the depths of his darkening silver-grey orbs. Maybe he was going to let her off this one time, and then again maybe not. She still didn’t know how many times he was going to strike her with that crop of his and hoped it was only going to be a few times.
She watched him with trepidation as he stepped back from her. His grip on the crop seemed to tighten and had her gulping at the thought of him using it on her. Oh hell, would she even survive this type of discipline of his? Or would she end up being a messy pile of tears and nerves at his feet. Once again, for what felt like the millionth time tonight, Mary J had to remind herself that this was Mick standing before her and not her damned ex. She really did need something to make her always know that it was Mick with her, not her stupid-ass ex.
Besides that night a few nights ago when Mick had made love to her on the sofa then twice more in his bed, she hadn’t been in a sexual relationship since she broke up with her ex. Mainly because it had been hard for her to move on, to move past the pain her previous relationship had caused her. It was like her hurt and the abuse she suffered at her ex’s hands was always there in the forefront of her mind. No matter what she did, she couldn’t release her memories of him abusing her, and she wanted to. God only knows she wanted to. She wanted to forget the bastard and the pain he caused her to feel. She hated having those horrible memories haunting her all the damn time. She hated having them always there with her, day in, day out. What she needed was a way where she could just forget her past and relinquish all her thoughts of her ex. Then she could fill her mind and her heart with thoughts of just Mick Huon and his domineering ways he had with her body.
“Sugar? Mary J, are you even listening to me?”
Mary J felt her whole body flush with embarrassment. She had been thinking about another man and not about the one standing in front of her. “Sorry, sir, I was a little lost.”
“Well, I think it’s time for me to show you the way so you don’t get lost again. Rise, little one, it’s time for your punishment.”
The way he called her “little one” reinforced just how small she was in his overbearing presence. It also made her heart beat just a little more rapidly for him. Slowly, Mary J rose to her feet as gracefully as her trembling body would allow her to. She stood before him naked while Mick was fully clothed in his ass-hugging denim jeans and an old, dark band T-shirt and black boots. She could see the hint of his sexy tattoo peeking out from beneath the sleeve of his T-shirt. She wanted to explore his tat with her tongue, and kiss her way around it. She hadn’t noticed any other tattoos on his body other than the simple barbwire one on his upper right bicep. Plus, she had been a little too busy trying not to climax without permission to inspect the rest of his body with her eyes for more ink markings on his skin.
“Good girl. Now, I want you to lie facing down on the bed with your legs spread and your feet touching the floor. You may place a pillow underneath your belly if it makes you more comfortable.”
Her gaze automatically lifted up to his. She knew he could see the incredulous look adorning her face by the frown that drew his brows together. But, the fact that he was taking into account her comfort levels when he planned to crop her ass had surprised her. And once again thoughts of her ex assaulted her. Her ex never cared about her comfort levels or how she was feeling. If he had, then he would have stopped the abuse he was serving up to her instead of continuing on with it. Myke had never once cared enough about her though, unlike Mick. Mick showed her he cared enough about her by placing her comfort levels above his own.
In that moment, Mary J realised she meant something to Mick and that thought alone had tears welling in her eyes. It had been a long time since someone had taken the time to truly care about her. Her heart blossomed with more love for him just knowing he was taking into account her well-being, even though he pla
nned on punishing her butt for her brattiness, and it had her falling just that little bit more for him too.
“I’m not sure what that look is all about, sweetness, I do however plan on finding out one way or another. For now though, a few things you need to know before we continue. Firstly, you will count every strike I give you and say “thank you, sir” on the end of each count. Secondly, you will only speak during your punishment when I ask you where your comfort levels are at. I don’t give my subs safe words ever. I give them, and now you, colours instead. Green means you’re good for me to continue on. Yellow means you wish me to stop briefly before resuming and red means you want me to stop altogether. Do you understand how the colours work, little one?”
“Yes, sir, I understand.”
“Then repeat it back to me, Mary J, so I know you have complete understanding of them. And remember, little one, this is not a game we’re playing here. This is about your submission to my Dominance. If you do not wish to move forward in this relationship with me or do not wish to submit to me than I suggest you say so now.”
“I will say no such thing, sir.” Mary J couldn’t believe Mick wanted her to say she didn’t want him or the relationship that was building between them. She needed his dominance, craved it even. She would never utter such untruths as to say to him she didn’t want him. Her entire being yearned for him. She needed him so much that she refused to acknowledge to herself just how much she did. “I do, however, understand that red means stop, and yellow means slow down, and green means I’m good to continue on, sir.”
She held her breath at the sight of the devilish smirk forming at his lips. Did he even know how much that smirk of his turned her on? Embarrassment washed over her when she felt moisture dripping slowly down her inner thighs from her sex. His heated gaze dropped down to her pussy and his smirk grew even wider. Yep, he knew exactly how turned on she was now.
“So be it then,” he muttered to her. “Go and do as I instructed and get in position on the bed and present your ass for your punishment, little one.”
“Yes, sir,” rolled off her tongue without her even thinking about it now. It felt so good to be able to get in touch with her submissive nature once again. It had been dormant for so long now. Mary J found herself slipping into her submissiveness more easily than ever before. Maybe it was due to having a Dom who truly cared about her and her welfare. Maybe it was just because it was Mick dominating her and not someone else. Whatever the reasons were, she was revelling in this renewed side of her persona.
Mary J quickly swiped a pillow from the top of the bed and positioned it on the mattress so it would be underneath her belly when she lay down. Only once in position did she realise that the pillow elevated her ass even more to him. She truly was presenting him with her bare butt now.
A shiver raced down her back at the feel of Mick tracing her spine with the tip of the crop. Goose bumps rose on her body as he whispered the crop along her bared flesh. He then swirled the end of the crop at the base of her spine before sliding it through the crack of her ass. She was so hot and wet for him and all he had done to her was nothing but tease her with that damn discipline tool of his. “Just wait until it’s your turn, Mick Huon. I promise you, you wouldn’t like my kind of teasing.” It was her unspoken promise of revenge, one that she whispered only to herself.
Moisture dripped continuously from her core the more he teased her with the leather-tipped crop. It shocked her that she could find herself so turned on by his teasing that it had her wondering what would happen to her when he finally used the crop as intended. There was a desperation building within her to feel the heat rising to her blushing ass from the strike he would give her. She wanted it. No, she needed it. She also needed to know if Mick would start off with light smacks to her cheeks or would he start out as he intended to finish with hard, unrelenting whacks.
Yes, she may have baited him to discipline her today, and now she would take her punishment by surrendering herself completely over to his care. She didn’t have to wait long until she felt the first bite of the crop on her ass. Her breath rushed out of her lungs as she gasped at the sudden flare of pain stinging her right ass cheek. But, she did manage, just, to splutter out “one, thank you, sir” to him.
Mary J drew in a deep, shuddering breath and closed her eyes so she could concentrate on counting for him. It amazed her that after the sixth whack to her bare butt the pain and heat caused by the crop soon turned to something more pleasurable. Her sex bloomed with more of her silky juices. Her nipples were hard, painful points from being continuously scraped against the textured material of the bed coverings. She ached to have his hot, moist lips surrounding her taut buds to ease their discomfort. She only just heard him ask her what colour she was and hurriedly answered him before going back to imagining his lips surrounding her aching buds. “I’m green, sir, thank you for asking.”
Several moments later the hard and fast slap she received to the backs of her upper thighs brought her out of her daydream and into reality real quick. “Eleven, thank you, sir.” Nine more to go, then what?
The heat kept on rising to her ass with every strike he gave her and all she could think of was that she needed more. The fact that he never hit her in the same spot twice kept her posed and on edge for the next strike, never knowing where it would land. Mary J could feel her ass rising to receive the next whack to her butt. The bite of pain she felt with each stinging blow to her bottom she was relishing, and when she counted out “twenty, thank you, sir” to him, she didn’t want him to stop.
She wanted him to continue. She needed more, not for punishment but for herself.
For once she could feel herself letting go of all her worries and she wanted to let that sensation continue on. It was a peaceful place she found herself entering into. It was like floating on top of clouds. There were no troubles here nor were there any worries about her past. Here in this divine place of tranquillity, only pleasure and lightness existed. It was a good place to be in. It felt safe for her to be here and she wanted to stay for a little while longer, but in order to do that she needed Mick to continue on doing what he had been doing to her. Then she could stay here in this safe haven she had found herself in.
* * * *
Mick could tell by the way Mary J was meeting every strike he gave her and the breathy sound echoing in her voice that she was entering into subspace. And that’s exactly where he wanted her to go. So he didn’t stop using the crop on her blushing ass. The strikes he gave her though were lighter, as this was more about her pleasure now and no longer about her receiving his discipline. He only stopped briefly to softly rub the palm of his hand over her flushing rosy cheeks, holding the warmth he had drawn to her flesh in with his hand. He heard her moan softly not from pain, but instead with a longing for more. Her desire was lingering in her sigh and the mere sound of it had his dick rearing up, poised and ready to invade her heated core. His Johnson wasn’t seeing any action just yet. His sub needed more from her Dom and he would oblige her. After all, her needs came first, not his.
Mick stepped briefly away from Mary J to grab the horse-hair flogger he had brought for more sensual play. When he came back to her he asked her once again what colour she was. Her breathless answer of “green, sir, still green” was the answer he had been hoping to hear. Lifting the flogger up, he began raining it down onto her blushing ass. Sweat beaded on his brow and his cock throbbed and pulsed painfully against the restraining denim covering it. She needed more from him though. So he dismissed the throbbing of his dick and continued using the soft flogger on her ass and the backs of her thighs.
Mary J may not want to wear her short denim shorts to work tomorrow, unless she wanted to show everyone his mark. Mick, however, would love to see her strutting around in her tiny ass-covering shorts just so he could see his mark on her all day long. He didn’t care if he had to walk around with a hard-on because of it. Hell, if he had a need for her he would just strip her of the tiny bit of material
shielding her sex from him and then sink into her warmth until he was balls deep inside of her. Oh yeah, there was no better place to be than balls deep inside Mary J’s tight, hot cunt. Hell, just thinking about it had his balls tightening and his dick demanding the real thing and not just some thought of it.
After he gave her another half a dozen strikes, Mick dropped the flogger to the floor then stripped out of his restraining clothing until he was as naked as his sub. He then reached inside the nightstand and grabbed a condom and sheathed up. Positioning himself between her parted thighs, he leaned over her and caressed his lips all the way up her spine until he reached her nape. Shifting her wild coppery-red curls away from her shoulder, he then bit down lightly on the bared flesh available to him, marking her his. His mark wouldn’t be permanent, but it would be visible for all to see for at least a day or two. He grinned then, knowing Mary J would hate the fact that people would know who she belonged to and who gave her that love bite.
Leaning back up, Mick fisted his cock in his hand and ever so slowly pushed his way into her heated, silken depths. The pleasure that assaulted him as her warmth surrounded him had him growling in the back of his throat like a damn caveman. The further he slid his cock into her heated silk, the more his dick hardened.
Her cunt muscles gripped his length in a tight, unyielding vice, making any movements in and out of it restricted. He heard her hiss out as he tried to push his way through the tightness, but it just wasn’t happening. Deciding to go for slow, shallow fucking movements to loosen her muscles up a bit, Mick slid his cock in and out of her core with short thrusting motions until he could slide all the way to home base.