with every atom in my soul, and still I couldn’t ignore those enchanting good looks.
“So, what will it be?” I said, trying my best to maintain an air of confidence. I didn’t want to look like I was afraid in his presence, even though I was. “What does the ‘vampire master’ have in store? Do I have to massage your body from head to toe? Wash your clothes? Make your dinner?”
His eyes glinted with the light of silent amusement. He clearly knew something that I didn’t.
“No, those are all trivial things, slave. I like to keep things much more traditional.”
I had opened my mouth to fire back another sassy question, but before the words could escape me, another explosion of movement came from my unpredictable captor. One second we had been standing, the next we were halfway across the room, him sitting in a chair and me bent over his knee.
“What the fuck?!” I said. Looking to my right I saw a full-length mirror on the wall ahead of us, perfectly framing us both. The vampire had pinned my arms behind my back with his left hand, and his other hand was currently hovering in the air above my rear. My stomach was flat against his thighs. “Hey, let me go!” I said.
“The first lesson of any good little slave,” he said. “Spanking. From your master.”
I heard his hand move before I saw it. The flat of his palm sliced through the air and connected with my ass, searing the skin with the fire of pain and discipline. I cannot understate the force he used to enforce this lesson, it wasn’t a gentle spank to titillate the senses, and it wasn’t a rough strike to impose a playful sense of fear.
The hit was fucking hard.
A gasp of pain leapt from my mouth, squeaking from me like some animal trapped and fearful for its life. There was no pause before he hit me again, his hand left my sore ass, flew back into the air and then it struck down again.
Crack.
“Fuck!” I cried, the word stretching over several aching syllables. This hit had felt harder than the first. My poor ass was burning from his punishment.
“Who am I?” he said, snapping his hand back again to strike me. His palm caught the tops of my thighs and even a little bit of my pussy, which flinched under my cotton panties.
“A bastard!” I roared, my answer coming as his hand connected with my burning ass again. He struck me again to show his dissatisfaction with the answer.
“Who am I?” he said, repeating the question, as he did the hand came down again. This time he shuffled my position, so my legs were open wider. Two of his fingers smacked my pussy hard and a squeal came from my throat.
“Stop!” I gasped. “Stop!”
“Who am I?” he said again, this time stating the words with a finality that suggested I had better fucking answer the question properly. Before he administered this next spank, he used his free hand to rip my panties down my thighs, the white fabric twisting as it settled around my knees. He spanked me again, his raw skin blistering my ass and pussy with the fire of his furor.
“M-Master!” I said, gasping the words as heat and pain burned through me. “You’re my master!”
There was no immediate response from him, but he kept his hand on my skin this time, smoothing the palm gently over the red-raw flesh. It was a temporary reprieve from the punishment, some sort of reward to let me know I had found the right answer.
“Correct,” he said, allowing his fingertips to smooth over my ass and pussy. My stomach trembled as I breathed fast, air rushing from my mouth and nose in a quick and shallow fashion. It almost sounded like I was about to start crying.
The pad of his middle finger brushed over the skin, probing just a little firmer than the rest. He ran it around the ring of tight muscle on my hole and then it journeyed down, tracing the slick line of my sore pussy.
I only then realized that I was dripping wet.
What the fuck?
“You realize you have been a bad girl for your master?” he said, his fingertip very gently flicking up and down my wet slit.
“Yes,” I said, stammering the words after I found my breath. As soon as I answered his hand flew up and sliced through the air again, spanking my sore ass hard. “Ow!” I screamed.