All Souls' Night - Renee Rose Page 0,28

be happy to give you one.”

With that, he raises his hand and brings it down hard on my ass, beginning the task of spanking me. He brings his palm down again and again, fast and hard. There is no doubt that this is a corrective measure, not an erotic one. My dominant is speaking, and my ass is doing the listening.

This spanking hurts. His hand is moving quickly and with fervor. I take deep breaths in and out, accepting the punishment I’ve earned, trying hard not to cry out as the pain spreads. Over and over again, his hand falls, the fire spreading until I am burning from it. His aim moves lower, to the tops of my thighs.

“Ow! I’m sorry. I won’t do it again!” I finally cry out, the sharpness of these swats bringing about a special kind of hurt.

“What do you do when I text you?”

I hear the words, each one accompanied by a swat to my sit-spot. I try not to wiggle, as I will my hands to stay in place. I won’t throw them back. I won’t. I know how much that displeases him. I will keep my hands on the floor at his feet.

“Read it and promptly reply back, Sir,” I answer quickly.

“And if you are going to be busy and can’t look at your phone for a while?” The swats continue, it is hard to concentrate on the question with the pain blazing in my backside.

Focus. Focus.

“I text you beforehand to let you know, or as soon as I can after I am done. I am sorry, Sir! Please! It hurts.”

“It is supposed to hurt, that is what makes it a deterrent.” Another volley of hard swats land then, covering the fullness of my butt. I kick my feet back, I can’t help it, but my hands stay put, grasping the chair legs for dear life. I am proud of myself.

“That offense is taken care of. A count of seven now with the paddle. One for each letter of Bentley.”

“No! Please! Not the paddle!” I whimper in fear. I hate the paddle, I hate the feeling of wood. Cold, hard and unbending. Why can’t he use his belt?

“It wouldn’t be a punishment if I used something you liked.” His voice is stern. Did he just read my mind?

“Count these out, Butterfly.”

The crack of the paddle falls quickly. The first blow lands, taking my breath with it. “One Sir.” The next two come in quick succession. I am grateful for the speed, not having time to suffer unduly. Almost as soon as the thought comes, he slows down to a torturously crawling speed, dragging out the pain with each additional swat.

“Who am I to you?”

“My dominant.” The words fall from my lips easily. He is my dom. That, and so much more. The next swat lands, taking the breath from my lungs. God, it hurts.

“Count, Butterfly.” He is patient with his reminder, not adding another stroke, not starting over. He waits for me to catch my breath and squeak out the next number.

“Five, Sir.”

“Your dominant. What does that mean to you?” The paddle rises and falls again, the swat lands so heavily, it pushes me forward. I squeal in pain.

“Six, Sir.” I remember to count this time. I catch my breath before answering. What does that mean to me? “It means everything.”

The paddle falls again. The hardest swat yet, right where the skin of my butt and thighs meet. I barely recognize the animalistic cry that comes forth from my lips.

“Seven, Sir!” I cry out before collapsing over his thighs, spent.

“What does everything mean, Butterfly?” He continues to talk as he rubs my back gently.

“It means, everything.” I stress the word. I am sure that I am making no sense to him, but it makes all the sense to me: he is my world.

“What a beautiful red ass you have, Butterfly. There are some purple splotches rising up, here and here.” He pokes each corresponding spot with his fingertip. He grabs my ass and squeezes, and I squirm, moaning deep in my throat. My pussy clenches with need. What a strange body I have… crying out in pain, wiggling, trying to escape from him in one moment, and then seeking out his touch and craving more of it in the next. I wonder how much of my cream I’ve just left smeared over the black of his pants.

I hate having to punish her before starting our vacation week. Then again, maybe it is good,