Page 13 of Stripping the Sub
“Then maybe you shouldn’t leave me waiting,” she muttered saucily.
Michael made a tsking noise. “Just for that comment, you’re only going to get my hand, not a paddle.”
Dammit.
SMACK!
SMACK!
The two red spots on her ass had apparently turned into targets, because Michael was focusing on them to the exclusion of all else. Her focus narrowed to those two spots, knowing exactly where the next blows were going to land.
SMACK!
SMACK!
Her breath caught in her throat. Even without the paddle, each smack of Michael’s palm against her flesh was a jolt of growing pain, like fire had set in her skin and was being stoked higher and higher. Her pussy throbbed with need as she whimpered, wanting more… and only being touched in those two exact spots.
Over and over again.
SMACK!
SMACK!
It was like an unending rhythm, one she kept thinking he couldn’t keep up… but he did. The two spots were like a conflagration - burning, pulsing, throbbing as he spanked them over and over again.
She felt her pussy spasm.
Her muscles clench and release.
Tears sparked in the back of her eyes.
There was something about the intensity of having all his focus on those two spots, of having all the pain congregated right there… his hand must be smarting by now. But still he continued.
When he suddenly stopped, Ellie’s body jerked in response to a swat that didn’t land. She sucked in a breath feeling almost lightheaded. It wasn’t the harshest spanking she’d ever received, especially since the majority of her buttocks were left blemish-free, but she knew she’d be feeling it for a few days.
So far, this scene with Michael had been nothing like she expected… what was he going to do next?
******
Each of Ellie’s buttocks now sported a dark, purplish-red spot right in the center of the creamy mound, and Michael’s palm was tingling with stinging fire from such a concentrated spanking. Her cheeks quivered, clenching and relaxing, the pink pucker of her anus winking at him. Just below, her pussy lips were plumped, swollen, wet, her clit peeking out from underneath its hood as proof of just how aroused she was.
He wondered if she realized just how much her body language told him in the moments of stillness.
Before, when he’d made her wait, she’d gone into her head and he’d practically been able to watch the tension knot itself through her body. Now, her attention was on her body… on her pain and arousal, and she was completely relaxed.
Waiting.
Submissive.
Perfect.
“Good girl,” he said, his voice deep, low. A shiver went down her spine, mostly hidden by the corset she was wearing and her hair, but he saw the movement in her upper back. A good kind of shiver.
Ellie deserved a reward.
Walking around the desk, he chose the side she was facing so he could see her expression. She smiled at him, her eyes dreamy, cheeks flushed. Nowhere near subspace, but she was in a good place. Interest and excitement sparked as he opened one of the desk drawers.
The desk held a veritable banquet of treats. Michael grabbed one of the individual bottles of lube and a medium sized vibrating plug. It was the same reddish purple he’d just spanked into her cheeks, and after they finished playing tonight it would be hers. If he could convince Ellie to play with him again, he’d buy some toys just for her before their next scene… he hadn’t wanted to do so for this one. Maybe he’d been afraid of jinxing it.
