“You’re my submissive. You belong to me. Now, who do you belong to?”
The final swat landed across the tops of her thighs, as it always did, and she was prepared for it. “I belong to you, Sir! Ten !”
Pax’s large hand came to rest across the middle of her throbbing backside, and she squirmed as she heard the side drawer open once more. He wasn’t putting the brush away, he said he would brush her hair afterward. She heard the hiss of air as a small tube of cooling gel opened and a dime size dab of the cold liquid hit her flaming flesh. Arnica. Thank god for small favors, she thought, finally relaxing as Pax began massaging the gel softly into her welted flesh.
“Do you think you’ve learned a lesson tonight?” Pax’s voice was soft now, a gentle cooing, that could have easily lulled her to sleep, if not for her throbbing ass and the fact that he expected answers to his questions.
“Yes, sir.”
“You’re mine,” he said, as his large hands continued their soft kneading exploration of her bottom. “Being my submissive has many perks, and it probably has an equal amount of downfalls as well. You know, people always talk about how submission is a gift, and it is, and I get that. Your submission to me is a gift that I will strive daily to be deserving of. But you know what people don’t talk about? Dominance is a gift too. Being a dominant is a lot of hard work and self-sacrifice, just as being a submissive is—if the dominant is doing it right anyway.” He added the last part as an aside before continuing. “Being your dominant means I will always strive to make sure you are safe and well taken care of. I will spoil you when you are good, and I will punish you when you are naughty. I’m not the kind of dominant who relishes in making arbitrary rules just because I can. And because I don’t do that, I expect my rules to be obeyed, as giving you rules for your health, safety and well-being is how I do my job of making sure you are taken care of in all aspects of life. Your job as my sub is to follow my rules.”
The beautiful description of the dynamic brought a fresh wave of tears to her already wet eyes, and made her feel ten times as guilty over her earlier naughtiness, even though she knew that wasn’t his intent.
“What about your pleasure?” she whispered thickly. “Isn’t that part of my job as your submissive as well?”
“Sweetheart,” Pax said with a grin, helping her off his knee, and into a sitting position on his lap. “If giving me pleasure feels like a job to you, we’re doing something wrong. It gives me great pleasure to bring you pleasure, both in and out of the bedroom, and I hope that it’s the same for you.” He softly wiped the tears that were still making tracks down her flushed cheeks, and helped her to her feet, patting her bottom as she stood.
“Woo-ee. That is one torn up bottom, my love. I’d suggest you be on your best behavior the next few days, and give yourself some time to heal. You know the drill. Off to the corner you go.”
As she wrinkled her nose, and padded off to the corner to serve the time out Pax always required after a spanking, something niggled at the back of her brain. She felt as if she was forgetting something important, and she didn’t know what it was. It was probably just a heady combination of guilt and exhaustion. Role play and a hair brushing could take a lot out of a girl, she was learning.
The corner that Pax had dedicated as her “naughty girl corner” was nearly directly below the overhead fan, and she relished the cool breeze drifting down to fan her scorched backside. As she stood silently with her hands behind her back, and her nose to the wall, she could feel Pax’s eyes boring into her, watching to make sure she followed protocol. If she so much as moved a muscle without asking his permission first, he’s be over there in a heartbeat, applying his hand to her already heated backside as she stood, and her time in
The final swat landed across the tops of her thighs, as it always did, and she was prepared for it. “I belong to you, Sir! Ten !”
Pax’s large hand came to rest across the middle of her throbbing backside, and she squirmed as she heard the side drawer open once more. He wasn’t putting the brush away, he said he would brush her hair afterward. She heard the hiss of air as a small tube of cooling gel opened and a dime size dab of the cold liquid hit her flaming flesh. Arnica. Thank god for small favors, she thought, finally relaxing as Pax began massaging the gel softly into her welted flesh.
“Do you think you’ve learned a lesson tonight?” Pax’s voice was soft now, a gentle cooing, that could have easily lulled her to sleep, if not for her throbbing ass and the fact that he expected answers to his questions.
“Yes, sir.”
“You’re mine,” he said, as his large hands continued their soft kneading exploration of her bottom. “Being my submissive has many perks, and it probably has an equal amount of downfalls as well. You know, people always talk about how submission is a gift, and it is, and I get that. Your submission to me is a gift that I will strive daily to be deserving of. But you know what people don’t talk about? Dominance is a gift too. Being a dominant is a lot of hard work and self-sacrifice, just as being a submissive is—if the dominant is doing it right anyway.” He added the last part as an aside before continuing. “Being your dominant means I will always strive to make sure you are safe and well taken care of. I will spoil you when you are good, and I will punish you when you are naughty. I’m not the kind of dominant who relishes in making arbitrary rules just because I can. And because I don’t do that, I expect my rules to be obeyed, as giving you rules for your health, safety and well-being is how I do my job of making sure you are taken care of in all aspects of life. Your job as my sub is to follow my rules.”
The beautiful description of the dynamic brought a fresh wave of tears to her already wet eyes, and made her feel ten times as guilty over her earlier naughtiness, even though she knew that wasn’t his intent.
“What about your pleasure?” she whispered thickly. “Isn’t that part of my job as your submissive as well?”
“Sweetheart,” Pax said with a grin, helping her off his knee, and into a sitting position on his lap. “If giving me pleasure feels like a job to you, we’re doing something wrong. It gives me great pleasure to bring you pleasure, both in and out of the bedroom, and I hope that it’s the same for you.” He softly wiped the tears that were still making tracks down her flushed cheeks, and helped her to her feet, patting her bottom as she stood.
“Woo-ee. That is one torn up bottom, my love. I’d suggest you be on your best behavior the next few days, and give yourself some time to heal. You know the drill. Off to the corner you go.”
As she wrinkled her nose, and padded off to the corner to serve the time out Pax always required after a spanking, something niggled at the back of her brain. She felt as if she was forgetting something important, and she didn’t know what it was. It was probably just a heady combination of guilt and exhaustion. Role play and a hair brushing could take a lot out of a girl, she was learning.
The corner that Pax had dedicated as her “naughty girl corner” was nearly directly below the overhead fan, and she relished the cool breeze drifting down to fan her scorched backside. As she stood silently with her hands behind her back, and her nose to the wall, she could feel Pax’s eyes boring into her, watching to make sure she followed protocol. If she so much as moved a muscle without asking his permission first, he’s be over there in a heartbeat, applying his hand to her already heated backside as she stood, and her time in
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