All She Wants For Christmas Is Her Dom by Stacey Kennedy Page B

she hoped.
    “Lower to your hands and knees.”
    She obeyed and positioned herself on all fours, and did her best to make the pose as sexy as possible to entice him.
    He tapped her back and she recognized the feel of a cane. The burn that followed the hit was undisputable. “Do you want to earn back how much you’ve disappointed me?”
    “With all that I am, Sir.” It had been years since she’d been in the submissive role, and anger at herself for not having more control set in. She wanted him to acknowledge her as submissive, be proud of what she accomplished, and even more so, wanted the reward of a job well done.
    “Well then, my pet, you’ll take what I’m going to give you with little argument. Am I understood?”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    He struck her lightly between the shoulder blades, but even a gentle tap with a cane was painful. She dipped her head and breathed deeply. She’d learned the skill long ago to bottle the pain and convert it into something brilliant—use it to bring herself to a higher level of arousal.
    The hits continued to travel along her torso, to her bottom, and traveled down to the back of her thighs until the cane met the arch of her foot. She hissed but didn’t dare voice her pain with words. No, she needed to please him, for him to stop punishing her, and be in awe of her submissiveness.
    “Reach your hand out.” She did and he placed a bullet vibrator in her palm. “Find a way to turn it on, then lower your head down to the floor and place it against your clit.”
    She fumbled as she attempted to find the on button—she eventually did—then placed her cheek against the hard floor and arched her back. She positioned the vibrator into her panties and the buzz along her clit made her eyes roll back into her head.
    “I will not have to remind you of what you must ask for, will I?”
    She forced herself to draw away from her pleasure and find her voice to answer him. “No, Sir. I will not come without permission.”
    She heard the sound of the cane swoosh through the air before the hard wood hit her bottom. She nearly cried out, but swallowed it back. He walloped her with such force she suspected welts would be a reminder of tonight.
    Not that she minded. She deserved the punishment—enjoyed the treatment he gave her—and she sucked in the pain with each breath. She pushed the vibrator harder against her clit in a demand that her body ignore the sharp sting.
    He placed his foot between her shoulder blades to pin her and continued with hard smacks against her sore flesh. She worked the vibe feverishly against her clit to offset the agony. Yet, as he spanked her ass in between the torment of the cane, she couldn’t hold back.
    She screamed as heat burned through her body. The increase of pain introduced the rise of her climax. The sensation stole all of her reason and overloaded her nerve endings with pleasure. “May I come, Sir?”
    He removed his foot, placed his hand on her nape, and caged her in his grip. “You may. But you damn well better make it impressive.” He slapped along her body—from her neck all the way to her sore ass—and never missed a piece of her tender flesh.
    His hits stung, but they held no comparison to the overwhelming surge of pleasure erupting in her body. Her clit pulsed, pussy contracted, and she vocalized her pleasure to allow him to hear the intensity of her orgasm. She had not come so hard in years and she lost herself completely with the force of it.
    It hadn’t been until his finger trailed down her arm did she return from the blissful place she’d been sent to. “Stand, but take it slow.” He helped her up, steadied her, and even supported her for a while. “Are you feeling light-headed at all?”
    She groaned as the world spun around her. Her heartbeat raced and a cold sweat washed over her body. She exhaled slow and steady, and waited for her body to recover from his harsh treatment.
    Many minutes later, her feet felt more stable on the