Page 82 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 2

I removed the clasp from her hair. The lovely inky curls fell out in a tumbled mass.

Very sexy.

“Good girl,” I crooned. “I will explain to you what is going to happen so that you can tell me now of any hard limits. When I speak, your response is, ‘yes, Sir,’ or ‘yes, Master Clay,’ understood?”

“Yes, Master Clay.”

“Good girl.”

I pulled up a chair and sat down with my booted feet situated directly under where her gaze fell on the floor. I wanted all of her attention on me.

“You will have a trip to the corner, maybe more than one, where you will think over your behavior this evening and how you broke the rules. There are a series of spankings to get through, and I will decide when you’ve had enough. In my world, for a submissive to be properly chastised, she needs her little back hole punished. I will use various-sized plugs inserted during your spankings. I will take that hole for myself after the plugs have properly opened it. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl, now, do you have any hard limits when it comes to implements?”

“Not yet, Sir.”

“Is that because you have never experienced punishment or because you have little experience when it comes to implements?”

“Uh, well, I’ve only experienced a flogger, a hand, and a belt. I have never had a paddle, birch, or experienced a cane. And I… uh, have never had anal sex yet, but I have experienced plugs, Sir.”

“Melody, look at me.”

Her cheeks were flushed, but her eyes showed no fear when her gaze moved from the floor to my face.

“I take what I do very seriously. You will be safe with me, and I assure I will not harm you in any way. You will feel pain, but I will not damage you. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master Clay.”

“Good girl. Then we will begin. From here on out, you do not speak unless spoken to first. If you find yourself in distress, I want you to say your safeword. What is your safeword?”

“Latex.” She blushed.

“Latex it is then. To the corner, and present. That means your nose is touching the wall, your ass is out, your legs are slightly apart, and your hands are behind your back. Go now.”

I didn’t tell her she could stand, nor did I give her any instruction on how to get to the corner. As I hadn’t told her she could walk, it should be clear what she should do, but I observed her realizing that she had a choice to make, and as I offered no more explanation, she had no choice but to go with her gut.

Crawling to the corner, she didn’t stand until she arrived, and then she did as she was told. I would critique her throughout this entire experience, and so far, she received good marks for following instructions.

I pondered over her contrary nature whenever I saw her at Midgard. Her longing looks at the players told me she wanted what the lifestyle offered. But she shied away from many offers of play with Doms who would qualify to take her to new heights. Now here she was in a club that required punishment, and it was up to me to teach her the error of her ways. I was curious about her and suspected that once she allowed herself to let go, she would unfold like a beautiful flower.

I moved on silent feet behind her and undid her bra, tossing it aside before I cupped her breasts, measuring their weight. She moaned and tipped her head back, opening the front of her body to me. I pulled away and gave her two hard swats on her rear end.

“Ow!” she gasped. “What did you do that for?”

She realized her mistake in speaking, although she seemed completely unaware of her first misdeed of removing her nose from the wall. She’d learn to toe the line by the time her punishment ended.

“Bend over and keep your hands on the wall.”

I opened the cabinet, bypassing the floggers and grabbing a dragon’s tongue and a paddle. Nothing big, both at less than a quarter-inch thick. The wood would get the message across without bruising her.

I stood behind her and ran a hand over her flanks. “Stay still. You will receive six strokes with the dragon’s tongue for removing your nose from the wall, and six more from the paddle for speaking when you shouldn’t. If you don’t stay still, we will begin our count again.”

I lashed her backside with two quick strokes of the dragon’s tongue. My next two were on the underside of her cheeks. Melody gasped but didn’t move. Lucky for her. The last two I brought down on her sit spot, and she cried out but stayed in place.

“Good girl. Legs further apart.”

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