area, hot like her touch. Her voice cuts through it like a soothing balm.
"You're doing so well, my precious one."
I groan, my body trembling, my cock hard now, desperate for her touch, as the sting morphs into a throbbing heat that spreads to my balls. It’s humiliating to be here, exposed and vulnerable, but her soothing words make me feel seen, like she’s stripping away my bullshit to reveal something better beneath.
"Two," I shudder out, steadying my breathing.
By the third strike, I’m lost in the rhythm of it all.
"Feeling that more now? Remember, I’m right here with you," she says, her breath warm against my ear.
The flogger cracks against me with more intensity, welts forming like fiery brands on my flesh, each one a searing reminder of my deception. Pain spreads through my muscles, making me bite my lip to stifle a cry, but it’s also mixed with pleasure—my cock leaks pre-cum, desperate for release that I know I haven’t earned yet.
She’s my goddess, my queen. This beautiful, powerful woman who could break me but chooses to build me up instead. She could walk away at any time, but she stays, and gratitude floods my soul for her.
Her hand soothes the sore spots gently afterward, her fingers tracing the marks as if they’re a work of art. “I’m
Alexandra Ravensbrook
sorry,” I whisper, because deep down, this pain teaches me to be honest, to be worthy of her. I’ve only ever done impact play at the club with a Domme I didn’t even know, but that had nothing on this.
With Isabelle, it’s more than just sensation and excitement. This is something else entirely. The connection, the emotion—it’s so intense, and I don’t know how to manage those feelings.
“Three!” I hiss, the pain burning through me, but I’ll see it through.
For her and for me.
The fourth strike hits harder, the flogger wrapping around my sides, it burns like fire, pulling a low moan from my throat. My vision blurs with tears, but she’s right there, her body pressed against mine for a moment, offering comfort. “You’re taking your punishment so beautifully,” she coos, her words tethering me to the moment, my mind swirling with agony and adoration.
Each lash feels like it’s stripping the lies from my soul; not just today’s, but my own self-deception, the lies I told myself for years, denying what I wanted. I gasp, the force making my whole body shake, the welts throbbing in time with my racing pulse.
“Four!” I cry, my eyes brimming with tears, not just from pain but from finally realising who I’ve wanted to be
Yes, Miss
all along. And I have Isabelle to guide and teach me every step of the way.
“Almost there, my love,” she says, and I hear the care in her voice—I feel it in the way she soothes me, keeping me from breaking completely.
The final strike lands firm and measured, the peak of pain leaving me shuddering, my back a canvas of red and searing heat.
“Five!” I croak out, but then she’s holding me, wrapping her arms around me in a soft embrace, her breasts pressing against my chest as she pulls me close. All the pain is worth the sensation of her soft skin and the warmth that envelops me.
“Well done, darling. I’m so very proud of you,” she whispers, and I collapse into her. My cock is still hard, aching for her touch, but this isn’t about that. It’s about her nurturing me, loving me through the discipline.
She guides me to sit on the bed and tends to me with gentle strokes. I realise I’ve never felt more connected, more alive. She’s mine, and I’m all hers, and I’ll never lie to her again.
“My sweet boy, I’m so proud of you. You handled that so well. How are you feeling now?”
“Good, thank you, M—Miss,” I stammer, my body shivering from the endorphins raging through me, yet my
Alexandra Ravensbrook
eyelids feel heavy. She lays me down, her fingers running through my hair as she peppers kisses down my chest.
Right now, I am utterly, unashamedly hers, through and through. I know where this is heading tonight, and I want it. I want to give my body and soul to her. And her wish is my desire. The thought of her taking me and claiming me from the inside stirs a whole new level of intimacy, love, and total trust.
“Iz, please, I want you inside me. I want to give you everything.”
