Spanked into Submission

by Ravenna Tate

  “This was the same boyfriend who told me I was a freak when I asked him to spank me. It was the first blowjob I ever gave anyone, and I had no clue what I was doing. I accidentally grazed him with my teeth. When I tried to apologize, he called me a bitch.”

  “Excuse me?” His gaze darkens, and I have this image of a knight, riding into battle.

  “Yeah. Nice guy. I gave up on the blowjob, and we sort of started having regular sex again. That’s when I asked him if he’d ever try anything kinky. He asked me to be more specific and I told him he could spank me if he wanted to.”

  “This happened after he called you a bitch?”

  The disappointment in his voice crushes me. “Okay. I was stupid. I liked the guy. I thought he liked me, too.”

  “Macie, I’m not judging you.”

  “It sounded that way.”

  He raises his brows. “Did we forget already?”

  “Sir. It sounded that way, Sir.”

  He cups my face gently. “I didn’t mean it to sound that way. Macie, your self-worth is the most precious commodity you have. That any of us have. We need to guard it with our lives. We can’t allow another person to tarnish it by disrespecting us, by mocking us, or by trying to make us fit their idea of what we should be.”

  “Those are powerful and lovely words, and I’m only asking for clarification, but as a Dom, can’t you do what you want to me? Couldn’t you call me names or mock me if you wanted to?”

  “Absolutely not. I have no right to call you names, unless that’s part of our dynamic, and we agree on the limits and specifics of it beforehand. Same thing goes for mocking you. Submissives have power in a BDSM dynamic, because you may withdraw your consent at any time. You may safeword out of a scene or a situation, and you may request a renegotiation of limits when the need arises.”

  “I do recall reading that, but I don’t believe I completely understood it until your explanation.”

  “Then I’m glad you asked. Back to this creep for a second. When you told him that he could spank you, is that when he called you a freak?”

  “Yes. Among other things, including ‘fat’.” I roll my eyes. “Original, right? I left after that, you’ll be happy to know. I never saw him or spoke to him again, but the experience left me gun-shy.”

  “Your story makes me both angry and sad. Angry that this guy was so insensitive to your needs, and disrespected your intimate relationship with him to that extent. And sad because you’ve never had a chance to explore your needs completely. Am I correct?”

  “You are, Sir.”

  “Let’s change that, Macie. Let’s turn it around for you.”

  “I thought I was here for your survey.”

  “You are, but one experience is not the only thing I want to give you. I want you to leave here in the morning, feeling better about yourself than you did when you first came. I want you to have your fantasy, as well as a better foundation on which to build an adult relationship one day.”

  I wouldn’t mind building an adult relationship with you.

  As soon as the thought flits through my mind, I push it away. How ridiculous. I’m here for a specific purpose, and he just confirmed it. The rest is icing on the cake for both of us, but it ends when the sun comes up.

  “Thank you, Sir.” His words reach into my soul and give me confidence for the first time in so long. I touch his face, and when he doesn’t pull away or scowl, I brush my hand lower, down his torso. “Are you ready for that blowjob now, Sir?”

  His grin sends shivers down my spine. “Yes, I am. On your knees, Macie.”

  I do as he says, and he grasps my hair, pulling it tight. “Take your time. I’ll let you know if you do something I don’t care for. Oh, and your safewords apply here as well, but I want you to know that I will come. Whether that’s in your mouth, or on those gorgeous tits of yours is your call. But I will come.”

  “Yes, Sir.” His declaration would have unnerved me had we not discussed the creep, so in retrospect, I’m glad he pushed me to talk about it.

  With my newfound boldness, I undo his jeans and slide them down. He releases my hair long enough to remove them, then takes hold of it once again. After he scoots his hips closer to me, I slide my hands up his thighs, enjoying the way his muscles quiver at my touch.

  To realize I’m able to elicit a reaction in a man like this sends desire racing through my body. He could have any woman he wanted with a glance, but he wants me tonight. All the crap I took in the past from men diminishes as I brush my fingertips over his shaft. The velvety smoothness contrasts nicely with the veins. I love the texture, and the thickness certainly isn’t anything to complain about.

  “Macie, that feels wonderful.”

  His voice is low and gravelly, adding to my confidence. Clearly, I’m doing something right. I flick my tongue across the tip, tasting the musky saltiness of his pre-cum, and he groans. When I run my tongue and my fingers up and down its length, he shifts his weight and tugs on my hair.

  “Come on, girl. Take it into your mouth. Please.”

  Shivers run up and down my spine at those words. I raise up on my knees a bit more and take as much of his cock into my mouth as possible, taking care to wrap my lips around my teeth. The sensation is scary at first because he’s so big, but soon I’ve relaxed my throat muscles and move up and down, taking a bit more with each pass.

  I flick my tongue out and lick him every few strokes, and each time I do, he growls low in his throat. He pulls my head closer and speeds up his thrusting, moaning louder now. I sense he’s close and brace for it, hoping like hell I don’t gag or do something to ruin this for him.

  “Macie … I’m going to come.”

  My mouth fills with hot, thick, slimy juice that leaves me convinced for a second I won’t be able to handle it, but I hold it together and swallow. Not too bad. In fact, I like the taste of it. I suck harder, letting him push more of his dick inside as he cries out and thrusts hard. Some of his cum dribbles down my chin.

  When he finishes, he releases my hair and eases his cock out of my mouth. I gaze up at him, but his eyes aren’t quite focused. “Wow…” He blinks a few times. There he is. Now he’s actually looking at me. “Thank you. Oh my God, thank you.”

  I did that. I caused this bronze god of a man to lose control and enjoy one hell of a blowjob. At least, I’m assuming it was one hell of a blowjob, based on his reaction.

  “You’re welcome, Sir.” I wipe my chin and stand. “May I use the bathroom, please?”

  “What? Sure. Of course.” As I turn around, he grabs my arm. “Hang on a second.” I face him. “Macie, seriously, thank you. That was amazing.”

  “You are very welcome, Sir. I enjoyed it.”

  “Did you? It’s important to me that you did.”

  “I honestly did.”

  His sweet smile makes my heart flutter. When he releases my arm, I walk to the bathroom, smiling because I know he’s watching me. I am so damn proud that I accomplished that act, and that he enjoyed it so much! And now, I can’t wait to find out what we’ll do next.

  Chapter Five

  When I return to the bedroom, Dakar tells me to stand next to a bench with several pads and attachments, and wait for him. After he goes into the bathroom, I check out the bench. It’s not much different from the poles I was attached to earlier, in that it has cuffs and adjustable pads. The difference here is that I’ll be kneeling instead of standing.

  “What do you think?”

  I turn to face him. “I think I can’t wait to be restrained on this for more flogging and paddling, Sir.” His warm smile melts my heart a little. This is the kind of man I’ve always fantasized about meeting.

  “Then let’s get you into position, Macie. I owe you a flogging with the chainmail.”

  I’d forgotten about that thing.

  As he positions me over the pads under my lower abdomen, forearms, and head, his touch on my skin is warm and sensual. Shivers run down my spine at the memory of sucking a
nd licking this man’s cock. I still taste his cum. My pussy is swollen and heavy by the time he finishes. Will that dick be inside me again before this night is over, in my pussy this time?

  “How does that feel, Macie? Are you comfortable?” I’m supported by the pads, there is no pain in my knees, and my ass is high in the air. Perfection.

  “Fantastic, Sir.”

  “Good girl.” His hand slips down my ass crack and underneath to my labia. “And I see you’re nice and wet again.” A soft chuckle, and goosebumps break out on my skin. “Is that because of me, Macie?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Who else would it be because of?

  “I’m honored.” I hear him moving, but in this position it’s difficult to glance over my shoulder, so I don’t know what he’s doing behind me.

  When the falls of the chainmail flogger brush my ass cheeks, I gasp, but there is no pain. Only the sensation of metal against my skin. The design must include the falls smoothed down because nothing catches, but I still imagine that thing would hurt like fucking crazy if he really let loose with it.

  “I won’t flog you hard with this, Macie, but it may still hurt even used lightly. Remember to use your safewords if needed.”

  “I will, Sir.”

  The falls continue to brush across my ass, the backs of my thighs, and occasionally my middle back. Dakar even lightly flicks them across my nipples. They’re cool, despite not having been in a freezer beforehand, and I love the unusual sensation they produce. I close my eyes and let my imagination run wild with erotic images of getting it on with this man.

  His hands on my ass pull me from my reverie. “It looks like you can take a bit more, Macie. Are you ready to try another toy?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Once again, I hear him moving around the room, but I’m unable to see what he’s doing from this vantage point. When he’s behind me again, hard leather brushes my skin. “This might be too advanced, but will you try it?”

  “What is it, Sir?”

  One sharp, stinging swat lands on each ass cheek in quick succession. “It’s a quirt.”

  “Oh … I saw pictures of them in the material I had to read.” And I was right about believing their sting would burn like crazy. It does.

  “Don’t think about what they look like,” he says, lightly slapping it against the backs of my thighs. “Concentrate on the sensations. Safeword if you need to.”

  “All right, Sir.”

  I close my eyes and let the emotions wash over me as he begins slowly, gently, the same way he did with the glove, the paddles, and the floggers. From his touch, it’s easy to tell he’s very experienced at this. He senses when to back off a bit, and when to increase the strength and speed.

  Soon, I’m floating again inside that delicious combination of pain and pleasure. My pussy is soaking wet, and even my nipples tingle now. The moans and whimpers coming out of my mouth reach my ears, but as background noise only. I’m so focused on the emotion bubbling up that I’m unaware for a few moments of the tears running down my face.

  Every happy thought I’ve ever had coalesces into these moments, filling my mind with such joy! The quirt stings my ass cheeks, the backs of my thighs, and now my pussy in a crescendo and decrescendo of strikes, light and heavy, until I’m unable to predict them. This only leads to further ecstasy, as I slip deeper into that state between pain and pleasure.

  Fingertips caress me now, on my nipples, my sore, wet pussy, and the tender skin on my ass and thighs. “Macie…” That voice sends shivers down my spine. “I wish you could see this. It’s exquisite.”

  I’m unable to speak. I’m not even sure I’m in my own body right now.

  “But I think we’re done for now. You’re going to have some serious bruising by morning.”

  I still don’t speak. There is nothing to say. I’ve never been this contented or peaceful. Bruising? I don’t mind. This is everything I wanted, and I don’t want to leave in the morning. As that thought pops into my head and lingers for a moment, I’m pulled further out of my blissful state by two—or it might be three—fingers sliding into my wetness. Dakar makes low, sexy noises as he finger-fucks me.

  “Do you like this?”

  “Yes, Sir,” I whisper.

  “May I proceed?”

  “Yes. Please.”

  I cry out as his tongue teases the skin around my pussy. He licks up and down the backs of my thighs, flicking his tongue over my labia and clit, then over the wounds he’s made on my skin again. The entire time, his fingers move in and out of me, massaging that sweet spot up high inside. An orgasm is building, and each pass of his warm tongue moves it along.

  “You taste so good…” When he licks the welts I picture on my ass cheeks, it burns, but at the same time, I love the sensation. Those bruises prove I belong to him now, and he’s reinforcing that ownership, savoring the territory he’s marked out.

  His fingers slide out and his tongue replaces them, licking my labia and my clit, over and over. My climax is poised right there. I clench my hands into fists as he inches it closer with each pass. The low, sexy noises coming from his throat send my arousal through the roof. I’ve never been eaten out like this. The one clumsy attempt by a boyfriend resulted in me asking him to stop because it was more painful than pleasant.

  I push away those memories and concentrate only on Dakar, and that incredible tongue of his, as it slides in and out of my vagina, up over my clit, and back again. Over and over, now pausing to rub my clit hard and fast, then back inside my wetness. I’m almost screaming with need. Sweat beads slide down my face. If I don’t come, I’m certain I’ll die trying.

  One finger teases the opening to my asshole while Dakar continues with his tongue. It’s almost too much, but I don’t stop him. When he slips his finger into my ass, I’m blown away by the intensification of what his tongue is doing.

  “Oh … oh my God!”

  A soft chuckle is his only response. He moves his finger in and out of my ass, gently, while he increases the pressure of his tongue on my clit. His entire mouth is on it now, sucking hard, and a crazy orgasm explodes.

  The contractions go on and on. I’ve never felt anything so amazing in my life, and I don’t want it to end. He continues fucking my ass with his finger, and licking both my clit and pussy, long after the fluttering inside me dies down. When he stops completely, I let out a long exhale and simply lie there, panting.

  My body and mind are so relaxed. He’s moving around the room, but I’m unable to focus on the sounds. He’s behind me again. I only know that because he touches my ass.

  “Macie, I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to fuck you long, and I’m going to fuck you hard.”

  He brushes his dick against my wetness. It’s obvious he’s put on a condom, but even that detail barely breaks through my blissful fog. When he slides his cock into my pussy, I cry out again at the fullness. It’s painful for only a few seconds. He’s gentle and slow at first, and once the pain is gone, the most delicious pleasure takes its place as each thrust massages that sweet spot once more.

  “Oh my God, you feel so fucking good!”

  “It’s incredible. Please don’t stop.”

  “I won’t, baby. Not until you come for me again.”

  “Oh…” I’m not sure that will happen, but it’s apparent within seconds that he is certainly going to try.

  His thrusts increase and decrease in strength and speed, the same way he paddled and flogged me. Strong hands cup my breasts and tease the nipples, sending me into a frenzy of desire. “You’re so beautiful, Macie. Such wonderful, full tits. Your pussy is so tight!”

  It’s been a while since I’ve had sex. A long while. But I keep silent because I want nothing to stop this or tarnish it. This is the kind of fucking I’ve always dreamed about. He gradually increases his speed and strength, until his dick slams into my pussy all the way up to his balls. Another climax inches closer. I never believed it was possible.

  My breasts are sore because
he’s squeezing them so tightly, but that dull pain only adds to my enjoyment. My pussy aches, but it’s a sweet discomfort and I’m sure as hell not going to stop him now. This goes way, way beyond any fantasy I’ve ever conjured up, and I love every pounding second of it.

  He grunts and groans, and my cries and moans join his as the climax poises there, finally exploding over us. I’m so slick from sweat that the pads underneath me are slippery, but he’s hanging on tightly enough for both of us.

  “Oh, Macie! Oh … oh … oh…”

  I know exactly what he means, but I have no fucking words. I whimper a bit as he pushes into me impossibly hard, milking every drop of his cum and the last of my contractions. His damp body drapes over mine, and his breath is hot and loud in my ear. He kisses my hair and my upper back, stretching out his arms to hold my hands. The gesture brings tears to my eyes because it’s so intimate.

  If we were lovers, this is how we’d make love all the time. This hard, this intense, and this beautiful. Is it possible to have a relationship with a Dom like Dakar outside of this bizarre survey? I don’t believe so, but for a few moments, as we lie there, still breathing heavily, I let my mind wander into dangerous territory and fantasize that it is true.

  Just for a few moments.

  Chapter Six

  After we have each used the bathroom, I curl up on his bed and he folds his body behind mine. I shiver with delight, skin-to-skin with him. Again, it’s so intimate that it’s easy to imagine we do this all the time.

  “That was incredible, Macie.”

  “You’re a wonderful lover, Dakar.” I hope he’s not upset I called him by his name instead of “Sir”. It just slipped out.

  He wraps an arm around me and pulls me closer. “So are you.”

  “May I ask you a question?”

  “Of course.”

  “How long have you been in the lifestyle?”

  “Since college. Asa, Slade, and I met at that time, and each of us was searching for a community or a group of like-minded individuals. We all had similar stories. Needs we didn’t understand from a young age, no outlet to explore those needs, and the inability to find partners who could accept us as the people we are.”