Fantasy Encounter with a Dom by Suzy Ayers Page A

realized she wasn’t. Am I? Her eyes closed and she felt her body drifting away from her. She leaned her head back into the X. Focus Keira. She opened her eyes, determined she stared at him. Ready for the next blow, another scream, but then she wanted it again. Her eyes narrowed, as her lust began to take over. She could feel her sex dripping now.
    “Little one , what do you think?” He asked, as his hand rubbed her and the tingling sensation made her legs quake.
    She moaned in need of him, for more, for pleasure now. “Please, sir.” Keira pleaded.
    “Oh you got your treat yesterday.”
    She bowed her head, s addened by this news. “Yes, sir. What can I do to please you? Sir.”
    “I’m going to spank you.”
    Keira’s mouth curled up, she couldn’t help it. She tried to fight it. “Yes, sir.”
    He saw her and she hope d he wouldn’t take it out on her ass. He released the cuffs from her ankles and then her hands. They had pinched her skin and she rubbed that pain away. She still had the nipple clamps on and he took them in his index finger and lightly tugged, her knees bowed, as she cried out.
    “Please, sir.” The light pull sent her head swirling, as the pain seared through her chest and sent a shot of pleasure straight to her pussy. His other hand gripped her hip, as she leaned on him to steady herself.
    “You alright?”
    “Yes. Weak in the knees, sir.” As he released the chain, she fixed her posture and pulled back. She hadn’t expected that question from him.
    “No spanking bench for you then.” His look was determined.
    Her eyes fell and she tried to hide her disappointment. She stood th ere and watched him walk over; sit on the massage table. “Come here. Tim, you too. Come watch.”
    She walked over unsure what he intended. The cold concrete on her bare feet pulled her back from the plateau she had been on. She stood before him and he patted his leg. She bit her lip.
    “Keira, over my knee.” He commanded.
    She awkwardly tried to figure it out. He let out a sigh and grabbed her right hip; shoved her into position. Shifted her body slightly, aligned her to his. Drips of her arousal dropped onto his perfectly crisp pants, she could feel the tickle, as they left her lips. He hadn’t even started. She grinned ear to ear, as his hand grasped her flesh. Ouch!
    He grabbed it harder now. Then a crack hit her ears before her body registered the pain. Her body jolted, as the leather strap of the belt blazed a hot track of pain straight across her butt. When did he take that off?
    The excitement built again with each additional hit, he broke in between for a tease, to feel her soaking pussy. And then one last Thwat! – which landed just below her butt, on both her thighs.
    “Ahh.” She clenched her arms around his leg with the hurt that throbbed and pulsed through her pain receptors. She pressed her cheek against his leg, forced her tears to stay away, but her face reddened as the arousal took hold of her. His hand rubbed the welts and it made her squirm. The pain was relieved and somehow lessened, almost like he was kissing them away.
    “Ok ay. You can get up. Come here.” He said, as he helped her. “Do you know what that punishment was for?”
    “For omitting the truth sir; for not telling you I had sex with Tim.” She was on his lap, but her bottom still hurt with a vengeful sting. She spoke hiding in her curtain of hair. She repeated what he had told her before he started.
    He pulled her from her quiet place after a moment, tugged her chin to make her face him. “Yes.” His firm hand molded to her cheek, so soft, gentle and caressed her. He put his arm around her and her face rested on his shoulder.
    He smelled nice, different then Tim. Spruce, piney but not a car freshener scent. It was subtle and almost sweet. She allowed her eyes to close as she calmed her breath, until his hand came so close to her skin. It hovered over her pert nipple, the heat radiated from it. She sucked in a