Page 129 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 1

"Oh, God," Maud whispered at the terrible sensation of the air upon her there, and the image in her mind of what David and the tribunal saw.

"By the authority vested in me by the Secret Society of Saint Valentine," the chairman declared in a solemn voice, "I hereby award this anus and this cunt to David Carroll, to use and to master as shall best please him. Now, Miss Fredericks, you may rise and, with your panties left where they are, walk over to the chair and stand by its left side. Your master will spank you now."

Over David's lap Maud went, with her panties down, and received her long-delayed spanking. It went on and on, until her backside felt like it was on fire. At first it felt terribly embarrassing to be disciplined like a naughty little girl, upended for a well-deserved punishment, but as she felt the firmness of her master's hand, so different from the police paddle, so much more intimate, claiming her bare bottom as his place to teach her how to be good for him, she really did feel taken in hand, cared for.

David led her upstairs, then, to the beautiful room with the enormous tub, even nicer than the hotel room from New Year's. She was not allowed to pull up her panties, and they passed many men in the same robes, some of them leading their own girls in lingerie. Somewhere in the huge house a band played romantic music.

But all Maud wanted was what David did in their room: without a word he bent her over the bed and entered her, his hands gripping her hips firmly so that he could press his loins very close to her blazing, punished backside. She remembered how he had said at Thanksgiving that he wanted to have her this way to make Maud feel submissive. Now, looking down at the bedspread, she could hardly believe she had had such trouble understanding how much she needed that feeling.

Then at last he prepared her anus, and entered her there, still in the same position. He made her cry out at the burning pain of opening the way her master demanded, and at having to be so terribly full of cock back there, down there. As David began to thrust and to ride her backside for his pleasure, Maud's feverish mind flashed to the moment she had first seen the summons, and thought it a wedding invitation. What had David said, inside the room of discipline? As strange and new as it seems.

David moved his hand from her hip down between her legs, as he drove in and out of her bottom. He touched Maud's clit, and suddenly she was coming harder than she had ever thought possible, screaming out her pleasure and shaking in David's grasp.

"Master?" she whispered, when he too had come, and they had showered and climbed into the big tub together at last, David's arms around Maud in the bubbles.

"Yes, sweetheart?"

"Can I get awarded to you every Valentine's Day?"

The End

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