by GM Scherbert
“Master Wayne” she stutters out slowly and I find myself stepping back from her. She does know the name that only she will ever call me. Rewarding her with the pain that she longs for seems like the ultimate praise for her. I step back into her and caress the ass that is now reddening up from the slaps I have landed. I swing the paddle around and catch the wooden handle in my hand before leaning forward over her. Placing the paddle next to her face on the bed, I growl into her ear, “Look at the paddle that I’ve had made for you, my little Spitfire. After you get your fill of looking, make sure to give it a kiss before it gives you that pain you are looking for.”
Seeing her head rise slowly and turning on it’s side, I see the moment that she realizes what this paddle truly means, and the smile that crosses her face brings me a joy that I have never felt. Running her eyes, over the flames burnt into the wood and the word Spitfire that is carved out in the middle of the paddle, her eyes roam it freely for long minutes, before she leans towards it, and not only kisses, but loves every inch of it, before pulling back saying, “Thank you so much for letting that gorgeous paddle mark my skin, Master Wayne. I have never been as happy as I am right now. Thank You” trails off as she buries her head back into the bed.
Heather does not make so much as a whimper from the first blow of the paddle, letting me know that the pressure I have put behind it, it not enough for her. Giving her pain, is something that has taken me the majority of two weeks to come to a decision about. Grams helped point me in the right direction when I was over there a few days ago. Telling me straight out that I was “a dumb ass, if I didn’t give whatever it was that the woman who had me looking so sad, wanted.” Then smacked me on the back of the head before pushing me back outta the door.
Against my desires, I spoke with Theo about Heather, that same day. I let him know first and foremost that she was mine, and that his services were no longer required anywhere near her. After we worked through that we actual had quiet a nice little chat about my little Spitfire, the pain slut. Theo let me know that he has never had a woman who could tolerate as much as she can.
“I have used the crop, whip, and cane on her in the same night, and only started to reach the outskirts of her boundaries. I find myself tiring out long before she has met her limits, that is for damn sure.” Theo says thinking back on my little Spitfire.
Slugging his shoulder to draw him outta his memories, I wonder aloud, “I wonder if the pain will be better mixed in with sex?”
“She doesn’t have sex, Country. Not with any of the Dommes or Doms- even when she was going to Clubs in New Orleans, she didn’t as far as she told me. She says that sex is too personal, that the pain is all she needs from any of us. That her sexual appetites do not go hand in hand with the relief she feels from pain.”
Looking towards him, I ask, “Do you think that is possible? She comes to a fucking BDSM club for the pain she seeks.”
“Yes, but I have seen some other scares on her that I think might not have come by those same means. The pain she gets at the club is something that she considers acceptable, instead of other methods of pain.”
Nodding my head, I ask him about any other Doms or Dommes that she might have sessioned with, and he points out a few. While talking with them, they have all told me the same. She has an extreme tolerance for pain, and none of them has ever touched her in a sexual manner. She has offered to let them use her mouth, if they so need, but each and every time the men and woman seemed only too excited to try and break the pain slut. None of them have ever succeeded though.
Bringing my thoughts back to the present, I lower the paddle onto her ass with more force and am rewarded with a small murmur from her lips. Continuing to amp up the force I put behind the paddle, quickly her ass is raised and welted resembling the patterns that have been burned into her paddle. Running my fingertips over her heated ass, she draws a sharp breath as I bend over, licking over the marks.
“Spitfire, however does your ass feel. It looks so pretty all marked up by the gorgeous paddle.” Landing a sharp slap to it, I ask again, “Tell me how it feels.”
“Master Wayne, it feels delicious.” Turning her head to rest on her cheek she smiles, “I want more.”
“You do, do you? Well, let me see what I can do about that.”
Moving swiftly over to the closet, I grab out a rather large vibe and butt plug tossing them onto the bed next to Heather, I notice her eyes go wide as she takes them in. Grabbing the lube outta the dresser next to the bed I move towards her applying a generous amount onto the plug before teasing her tight asshole with some. Moving the plug to the puckered ringlet, I start my slow intrusion with it. The moans and groans spilling from her lips only drive me on.
“When I spoke with Theo, he let me know that you only took the pain when you were sessioning with any Dommes or Doms, I would like to see if having you cummng helps with your pain at all. Would you like that my little Spitfire?”
“Whatever you would like to do or give me is-“ Cutting her off quickly I yank at her hair bringing her face to meet mine before saying these next words.
“Don’t you dare be one of those mindless submissives, Heather, you are more than that. You tell me what you are thinking, not what you think that I want to hear or what you think that you are supposed to say. The only way this thing will work is if we are both honest with each other. You are in no way a submissive that could give in to living the life style, you are here for the pain and we both know it. Just answer my questions honestly, Heather, that is all I’m asking.”
“Ok, Wayne I-” before she can go on, I attack her mouth with my own. Hearing her use my given name so freely has me wanting to bury myself inside of her and never come out. Releasing her from my grasp I step back and again ask, “Would you like to try mixing pain and pleasure?”
“Yes, I think that I would like to try that with you, Master Wayne.”
And with that I resume my ministrations to her lush body.
Chapter 11
Heather
Popping the plug into my ass has it on fire. I’m not sure if Wayne doesn’t realize that I haven’t had much sex in the past six years or what, but he is not taking it easy on me. The burn radiating through my body from my ass only intensifies the feeling of him as he trails his hands over the welts that are coming to my fleshy gloves of my ass.
*** MORE SEX***
The next few weeks pass by with much of the same. Spending the days at work, getting the most out of the precious time that Sophie is home from school before she goes to bed, and getting plans together for the surprise wedding that Doc talked me into helping out with. I was assigned to work on the scene at The Dungeon and I feel more at home there then I would’ve been if I got stuck with Sara’s duty of The Clubhouse.
Taking Sophie over to Irene’s house around bedtime almost every night, I find myself heading to The Clubhouse or The Dungeon to spend time with Wayne. He has mastered my body and its need for pain, surprisingly well. As we are laying together naked in his room at The Clubhouse one night, he brings up wanting to meet Sophie. I am taken back by his question, and am sure that my mouth is still wide open, when he looks toward me when I don’t answer him right away.
“Spitfire, why is it taking you so long to answer me? We are together, you are mine, and that little girl will be a big part of our family when I get my ring on your finger and my ink on you. I am not sure what you are finding issue with right now, but just be warned there is a right and wrong answer here, Spitfire.”
Pulling away slowly, I turn to look into his pained eyes and know that I fucked this up again. “Sorry, Wayne I never thought about it. I should have and it has never crossed my mind that you might want to meet Soph. She is such an noisy little thing, and she knows about you, of course, but it just never crossed my mind to have you come over. She has seen some of the texts that you have sent and the flowers you have had delivered as well.” Dropping my eyes down, I take a deep breath before steading myself and locking e
yes with him again. “Is that something that you would like Wayne?” Seeing the smile take over his face, he only nods, before my lips claim his in a heated kiss.
I decide tomorrow is as good a day as any, and Wayne agrees. As we dress, we start to make plans for tomorrow. Knowing that Sara’s and Gun are still at each other’s throats, I wonder if doing it at our house is the right thing. Seeing the waring going on within me, Wayne steps into me quickly. “My house will be fine Heather. Grams would love to finally meet you and then you don’t have to get the anxiety that I am sure is coursing through you with your concerns for Sara.”
Smiling, I look towards him, “You know my thoughts too well. It’s kinda freaky how you knew what I was thinking just them. Well, really most of the time that you know it.”
“Come on, let’s get you back to your house, so you can get Sophie settled in her bed. I will expect you over early tomorrow though, Spitfire. We will spend the day together, I will make us a picnic lunch and we can walk over to the park and enjoy the afternoon together.”
Helping me up and off of the bed, I try to get my clothing back on, but find my body very sore and my movements are slow. Bending over, I grab up my dress and raise my arms up slowly before slipping it over my head. The skirt of the dress catches on my hips and I need to shimmy it down with my hands so that it falls back in place. Glancing back towards Wayne, who has not made a move since helping me outta the bed, I find him still. He has not sorted any of his clothing out, he is just standing next to the foot of the bed, staring at me. Looking him over, I groan as I take note of his rock hard cock, which he is lazily stroking back and forth, while licking his lips as his eyes bore into mine.
Continuing his eye fucking, his voice grows husky as he speaks, “Back on the bed, Spitfire, Hands and knees, hike that dress back up to your hips, where it seemed to have such a problem before. I need to fuck my tight little cunt one last time before we go.” Slowly stroking over his dick again, he looks up at me before adding, “That was certainly some little show that you were putting on for me. If you wanted to have more of my cock tonight, Spitfire all you had to do was ask. Now your ass is about to pay for it.”
Doing as he has asked, I pull my skirt up over my hips before moving sluggishly towards the bed. Most of my joints are aching, but I don’t want to disappoint him, so I do as he says. Crawling to the middle of the bed I arch my back and settle myself into a comfortable position, before I feel the bed sag next to me, I find myself taking a deep breath. Feeling his fingertips travel over and up my legs, he reaches my pussy, a sigh leaves my lips at his gentleness. As the bed sags, I feel his warm breath on my ear before he speaks.
“You are always so wet for me, my little Spitfire. But, I think that we may need to hold off. Answer me honestly in this, Heather,” he says skimming his hand over my ass. “That wasn’t a seductive show you were putting on for my eyes only, was it? You are sore, right? I have been working you too hard these lasts weeks?”
Nodding my head, I answer instantly, “Yes, Master Wayne that is exactly right. My body is very sore and that is why I was moving the way I was when you were watching me so intently.”
Stroking along my ass again, he slowly tugs my skirt down and helps me to my feet again. “Lay on your belly then for a bit and let me rub some of that tension outta your muscles before you go.”
“Wayne, honestly if I lay down, I will fall asleep.” Smiling towards him, I slowly place my hand on his chest as I lean into him, kissing him first on the cheek and then on the mouth. Our tongues swirl together for long moments before he pulls back slightly.
“Let’s get you home then, maybe your body will be singing a different tune. Either way, when you come over tomorrow, bring your swim suit and Sophie’s so we can take a soak in the hot tub” Pulling me into his side, I notice his cock still hard and thick as he snuggles me into him.
“Master, would you like me to take care of that for you,” I say with a smile on my lips.
“No, Spitfire I will be fine. You have given me blue balls enough these last few months, I am sure one more case of it will not be the death of me.”
Moving slowly from the bed, he gets dressed and is ushering me outta the Clubhouse before I realize it. Putting me into the passenger seat off my truck, he goes around to the driver’s door. As he gets in, I have the keys out for him before he can ask. Making our way home, I notice he doesn’t ask for or need directions as to the way to our home. I wonder if it is because of Sara, Irene, or me that this is the case.
Again, like he is reading my mind, he answers the unasked question. “I have come over to Irene’s house with Gun a few times, when he would make his weekly trips over there.” Smiling wide in the dim light he adds, “Not that I haven’t been over a few times since we started this thin between us, to check up on you, because I have.”
Chuckling at his stalker tendencies, I reach over and grab his hand away from his lap and intertwine our fingers together. “I have never done the same thing with your place over on Spring Street.”
Squeezing my hand tightly, he laughs deeply as the realization sets in for him. “So, I don’t need to give you directions over to my house then, Huh?”
Chapter 12
Country
I should not have let things get outta hand with her body the way I have these last few weeks. Once I had her, and claimed her as my own, I haven’t been able to temper this raging hard on for her. When she admitted how sore she was I knew my mistake and knew what I needed to do. I would help her into her house, and make sure she was comfortable, maybe give her a massage and then leave her till the morning.
I made sure to go into the house with her, even going so far as heading next store with her to pick up Sophie off the couch and carry her into her bed. Watching her just in these few minutes since we have come here, I feel even worse about how I have been using her body. She has a fucking kid and she needs to be able to get shit done around the house. The sooner that I make her mine the easier it will be to help with those kind of things. She shouldn’t be doing all this shit on her own, and it makes me want to try and talk to her again about her ass of an ex. The first time I tried to talk about him, she only skidded the topic and ended up getting quite the whipping for it.
After she has tucked Sophie in bed, she backs quietly outta the room, and turns to me. “Thanks for the help with Sophie, Country.” Placing a hand on my chest she leans into me and rests her head on my shoulder. Without thought, I scoop her up into my arms, and stride towards her room. Placing her gently on her bed, I remove her shoes slowly, kissing her feet, ankles, and up to her knees before pulling back. Her mouth is dropped open as I lean back down to worship this woman that has given herself to me. Pushing her skirt up as I make my way towards her pussy, I catch the smell of pears, mixed with her musky scent.
Tugging her down the bed gently, I push up her dress over her hips and continue the kisses that I have been placing all over her lower body. She makes quick work of removing the dress and I see it fly to the laundry basket before she settles down on the bed again. Looking up at her beautiful breasts, my cock throbs in my pants with want.
“Turn over Heather, I wanna rub your sore muscles before I leave tonight.” As she tries to protest I hush her quickly, “If you fall asleep here, it won’t matter. And you want to do as I ask, don’t you Spitfire?”
“Yes, I do.” Is all I head before her body is rolling over, and she is resting with her belly against the bed. Her head is turned to the side, as her eyes fight to stay open. “Sleep if you will darling, I will be here early to pick you up and bring you over to meet Grams.” Felling her relax as I start the massage, I make note to never neglect this beautiful fucking body again. As I roam my hands over her lower back, I see my marks from last week with the cane and a smile comes to my face remembering that night.
When I ran into her last week at The Dungeon, I noticed the marks on her before I even pulled her into my arms for a kiss. The marks that she better hope to fuck, sh
e has given herself because If I so much as sense that she has been near another, I will fucking lose it.
Pulling her towards a free room I move her arms up to the light, seeing the small bruises that trail up and down both of her arms, my heart lurches. “What are these, Spitfire?” Looking into her eyes, I see the moment when realization strikes her and guilt consumes her.
“I told you, that I was the only one to give you pain or pleasure, Heather.” Running my fingers over her arms, I can’t help but wonder if these are the only new marks on her pale flesh. “This looks to me like you were taking that on yourself, were you Heather?”
“Wayne-“
I cut her off quickly, “NO, Spitfire. Master when we are in here and you are facing punishment for doing something that I directly told you to not do.” Pulling the shirt from her body, I make a fast pass over her chest looking for more evidence of damage. She has made small cuts from something in and around her stomach. I am guessing to better hide it, and even trying to keep it from me. Bending down, I kiss each mark drawing a small gasp from her, “This was not your pain to give, Spitfire. These should have been mine to give to you. You really need to learn to ask for the things that you need. I am the one that you belong to. You agreed and it is not something that I will let fall to the side. We will talk more as to why you felt the need to give yourself these,” pointing to the bruises on her arms, then to the marks on her stomach, “and these, but first I need to mark you by my own hand. Strip and lean over the bed, this is going to hurt.”
“Yes, Master Wayne.” Is out of her lips as she shrugs outta her clothing before placing herself over the edge of the bed. Sticking her lush ass up high in the arm.
Walking towards the cupboard, I grab out a thick cane and give it a go against my palm. Felling the string with the first strike I know that this will give her the pain she needs, and the marks that I need as well. Striding towards her, I don’t hesitate before bringing the cane down on her ass, drawing a gasp from her lips. The cries that come from her mouth as I continue the assault on her ass and thighs are only quieted by the momentary gasps for breath. As I look down towards her the tears that are streaming down her face, running her mascara and eye makeup.