He was musing, his voice distant, the questions no longer in search of an answer. I knew he was going to give me the answer. I knew that now the only thing to do was submit to him—whatever he was going to do—and I could feel my body almost giving over to that very idea.
Did I want him to? Did I want him to take me likethis? I’d imagined anal sex before, bending over to be dominated like this, and I enjoyed the thought of it, but I had never done it before. He wouldn’t... actually...
“I want you to count off the strokes of your discipline for me, Natalia,” he said, and as the words sank in, he rubbed my ass, igniting the already burning skin. “I am going to give you ten firm strokes. And you are going to count them off, to show me that you understand who commands here.”
His thumb had traveled down to my pussy, sweeping with it a scandalous amount of slippery juice, and was poised at my eyelet by the time he finished speaking, wet, warm, massaging me gently.
“Do you understand?” he growled, and at the same time he thrust his finger inside of me. There was a sharp burst of pain, and I threw my head to one side and wailed, but the pain subsided almost instantly, and all I could feel was the delicious, dull, full ache of his finger, moving in a clockwise direction, pressing up and out against the inside of my ass.
He thrust in deeper and I pushed up against him, wanting him in further, craving the sensation as far as he could go. I whimpered, but it was more from pleasure than pain, and my face burned again with fresh humiliation.
I couldn’t be... enjoying this, could I?
I bit my lip as he fucked me with his thick thumb, my body howling with a new kind of pleasure I had never felt before, the submissive act of it intoxicating me, the physical feel of it almost too intense to withstand.
He squeezed my tailbone between his four fingers and his thumb, and I howled.
“Are you going to be a good girl?” he asked me.
All I managed to say was, “Oh!”
He squeezed more tightly, and so I burst out, “Yes. Yes! I’m going to be a good girl.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Yes, sir,” I purred. Then I exclaimed, “Oh!” again as his thumb roughly left my ass.
I felt empty.
“Count for me, like a good little girl, and think about what you are going to do to...”
There was an unusual pause, almost as if he had to take a sip of water in the middle of a speech. “To please me.”
I shuddered. My pussy throbbed.
But the moment was over, and my ass stung suddenly with the crack of his strap.
The thick leather landed somewhat lightly, the sting manageable.
“One,” I breathed.
But each successive whipping was sharper, and each number became more difficult to say, until in the end my face was wet and my whole bottom was on fire. “Ten,” I managed to choke out, after the last stroke sliced through my skin and melted away slowly into a tingling heat.
I had not, I realized, had time to think of what I would promise him to please him. Fear seized me, my ass was too sore for any more.
“I’m sorry, sir,” I gasped. “I’ll... I’ll eat now. I promise. And I won’t give you... any more... trouble...” I babbled.
He moved his hand over my bottom in slow circles.
“What else are you going to do?” he asked.
His voice was different now, almost tender.
“Wh-what...” I stammered. I was trying to say, “What do you want me to do?” but I couldn’t get it out.
“What else are you going to do to please me, Natashka?” His hand was moving over my ass, sending mixtures of pain and pleasure through my body that crowded my mind and blocked out that he was now calling me some other name.
My lips moved: I wanted desperately to tell him that I would do whatever he wanted. At that moment, I would have. I would have gotten on my knees, taken him into my mouth, and swallowed his seed—Iwantedto. I would have bitten the sheets as he filled me from behind, swallowing the pain just to feel the fullness inside of me, and to please him with an act of submission. I would have loved to feel him between my legs; I would have ridden on him while he whipped me like a horse. “Anything,” I breathed.
