Page 87 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 2

“Look at me, Melody.”

They opened wide at his command.

“Spankings can also give immense pleasure.”

I couldn’t imagine feeling any pleasure after what I’d just endured, but by the look in his eye, I knew he was about to prove me wrong.

Chapter Four

Master Clay

I’d never brushed a woman’s hair before, but Melody had incredible hair, and I wanted to tame her tangled locks as much as the woman herself. I would take her now in a way that allowed her to release all of her pent-up sexual frustration, but I wanted her to witness her beauty while I pleasured her.

“Look at me, Melody.” Her eyes hadn’t been completely closed, more heavy-lidded than anything, but I wanted her fully conscious.

“Spankings can also give immense pleasure.”

I saw the disbelief in her eyes. How had she managed to be a Midgard customer and not known the pleasure that could come with implements when used for that purpose?

I moved the brush from her thick hair and gently tapped her ass. Her eyes were glued to mine and filled with curiosity. A cat I decided, that was what she reminded me of, a fierce kitty with a huge mane of hair, and filled with curiosity and playfulness, albeit with claws.

I continued to gently tap her ass, and in what appeared to be an unconscious act, she leaned slightly forward and rested her elbows on the counter. With my other hand, I slid a finger inside her swollen folds. Melody’s eyes almost rolled back in her head. Her soft kitten mewls fit in perfectly with how I now saw her.

“That’s right, kitten, open up for me.”

Mel parted her legs and relaxed. I continued the soft swats from the hairbrush against her backside and circled her clit.

“Oh—uhuh—yes—oh my goodness—please!”

“Are you a good girl?”

“Yes, Master Clay. I am a good girl.”

“Then come for me.” I shoved two fingers inside her quaking channel and felt her walls spasm.

“Ahh!” she cried as she gripped my fingers, milking them with a powerful orgasm.

“Good girl,” I whispered.

“Again, Master Clay, please, again.”

I tapped her cheeks with the brush alternating where they landed to keep her guessing and then slid a finger deep inside her again and added one in her ass. As I finger fucked both her holes, I repeated, “Come.”

Little Melody had been denied orgasms and now I was controlling when she had them. I considered this to be advanced training when working with a submissive unless you had a connection with them and were sexually compatible.

I’d have to agree in this case, because I knew Mel had never experienced anything like this. All evening long, she’d shown me how raw and natural she was, and I loved it, a real treat for any Dominant.

I was glad that she’d never really dipped her toes into Dominance and submission power exchange with another partner. She was unspoiled and I could mold her to my tastes if she agreed to another session with me.

Session? Who was I kidding? Somewhere between punishments, I’d come to the conclusion that I wanted many nights with this woman.

The walls of her needy pussy gripped my fingers, coating them in her sweet nectar. “Look at yourself, kitten. Do you see how beautiful you are when in the throes of passion. Can you see that beautiful submissive as she comes out to dance with me?”

I straightened her bent form and tossed her mane over her shoulder. Her head came to my chin allowing her to see us while keeping her eyes on herself. I ran my hands over her shoulders and down her chest, tenderly cupping her breasts.

“Have you ever had these beauties flogged?”

Say no.

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