Page 184 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 1

I still haven’t decided to go to him, but my bike has taken me to the last bend from where I get the first glimpse of his house. My mouth is parched, and my heart slams. I park the bike by the side of the road and hesitate. Then I take a step. And stop. My legs shake. Every other step I stop, overcome by the instinct to run the other way.

Finally, I stand by his door, my hand clenched. From inside comes music. Southern country, dirty and raw, filled with emotion. I raise my hand and the door swings open even before I knock.

He fills the whole entrance with his dark, looming presence. It’s as if the sun winks out, or perhaps that is because I have stepped under the roof of his porch.

“Come in, bunny,” he rumbles. He looks less put together than yesterday. Given he has the general appearance of a mildly civilized caveman, that says a lot. The feral, wolf-like glint in his eyes evokes a sucking feeling in my stomach, trepidation, anticipation.

“I’m… crazy,” I gasp. “I shouldn’t be here.”

“And still you are. Step inside.”

I swallow and take a step forward. My legs shake.

He leans in and puts his cheek to mine, his mouth to my ear. “You’re exactly where you’re supposed to be.”

His hot breath on my skin sends shivers down my spine. My panties dampen in an instant, and even more so when he lays an arm around my shoulders and pulls me inside.

“Lesson number two continues,” he says. “What was it?” The door slams shut behind me and the lock clicks closed.

I spin around in time to see him pocket the key. He holds my gaze as if challenging me to protest. I won’t give him the satisfaction. I did come here voluntarily after all.

“Ehm… to… obey you?”

He smiles darkly. “And have you?”

“Yes.” I bury my teeth in my lower lip. “Or…”

“Yes?”

I swallow hard. “I touched myself.”

“Thinking of my hand on your butt?”

My nethers swell with the heat that spreads between my legs. “Mmm.”

“Go put your hands on the table.” He tilts his head toward it. “I’m going to pull up your skirt, pull down your panties and bare your skin. Then I will deliver ten to warm you up, ten to punish you for your transgression, and ten to remember the lesson. After, I will put your clothes back on.”

“I… I can’t take that many.”

“That renders thirty more tomorrow.”

I whimper and spin around, then head to the table. My panties are already soaked, and I ache for his touch. What is this sorcery? I’m throwing myself at a stranger, albeit exciting, all hard surfaces and with the perfect combination of honey and spice in his smoldering eyes. Eyes that have followed me around for months and months.

He wants something I have. I want something he offers. It doesn’t sound complicated at all, putting it that way.

“Yes, please,” I whisper, then I bend forward.

His large palm strokes along my back, then slower over my butt. Suddenly, he pulls up my skirt and snatches down my panties until they fall to my ankles. His exhale is erratic and heavy, then the first slap lands. Not too hard. This is fine.

The intensity increases. At seven, I bite down on my lip and fight the increasing pain. At ten he pauses.

“What were those for?” he asks.

“Warmup,” I gasp.

“Are you going to obey me?”

“Yes,” I blurt out without hesitation.

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