Chapter 35 - Spank
I was pretty sure that the whole waiting bit was going to be the worst part… waiting with everything down below sort of clenching and unclenching at the thought of what was to come.
And I was kind of guessing that my master was using the waiting thing as part of the punishment too. He certainly didn’t seem to be in any great hurry to get on with things.
Or maybe he was just enjoying the last of his wine.
At last I heard the door open… and I knew, without looking, that my master was standing in the doorway… and I also knew, without looking, that he would be finding the whole no knickers thing pretty funny.
And the worst thing was, basically I knew he was… like… totally right. And I guess I’d be finding it pretty funny too, if it wasn’t for the fact that it was my bare bottom sticking out there, waiting to be walloped.
“Well, well, well,” he said at last.
“Master, please don’t tease,” I begged. I mean…. I was pretty close to tears. “I know I… like… totally deserve it… and I know you warned me about it a million times.”
He was quiet for a bit but then he said, “You are completely correct on all three counts. You do deserve to be teased… I have reminded you repeatedly on this very matter… and, yet, this is not the time for me to be making fun of you. We will discuss the matter some other time… at length.”
That was one thing, I suppose. He was going to keep teasing me about it… like… basically forever… but at least he wasn’t going to do it now.
So, as he walked towards me, all I had to think about was the fact that I was about to be spanked… like… properly spanked… for the first time in my life. I mean, my mum might have given me the occasional little smack or something, and there’d been the odd… like… slapped wrist thing from my master, but never anything like this
And, even though I couldn’t see him, I could sort of tell that he was looming over me.
And he was making me wait again.
And I could feel my bottom sort of twitching.
And still he didn’t do anything… it was almost as if he was enjoying it or something.
And there were these funny churny type things happening… like… down below.
And, any other time, they would have almost been kind of fun.
Except that this was not any other time!
And I was so busy thinking about those funny feelings that he kind of made me jump when he spoke. “I am going to slap you six times,” he told me. “After each, you will count for me and quote rule three. If, at any stage, you move your hands or head from the bed, I will repeat that slap. Is that clear?”
But then, for what felt like basically forever, nothing happened. I was getting a bit close to… like… looking round when…
And it really hurt… I mean… like… really… like…. ‘Crap!’ I just about managed to stop myself from yelling it out loud but my head popped up as I yelped in pain.
“Babygirl, what did I say would happen if you moved your hands or head from the bed?”
“You would repeat the slap, Master,” I managed to say, though I was still pretty shocked at how much that first one had hurt.
“So, head back down and we’ll start again.”
Again he made me wait for ages…
I whimpered. It hurt even more than the first one because my bottom was already really sore. But at least I managed to keep my head down this time.
“Count and repeat the rule!” he reminded me.
“One,” I gasped. “The girl will comport herself at all times with graceful submission to the will of her Master.”
Another long pause…
I had to blink back tears as I counted and quoted his rule. But there seemed to be something else going on: this totally weird sort of tension thing building in my bits down there. And I was still trying to work out what was going on when…
I’d heard about this sort of stuff, of course, but I guess I’d basically always ignored it because it all seemed so totally stupid and unlikely. But I was definitely starting to gasp… and it wasn’t just the pain that was making me do it.
Then I remembered I had to count and quote his stupid rule.
But then I couldn’t… like… hold it in any longer. I just about managed to mouth the word ‘four’ but then had no choice but to let out this long, juddering sigh thing before I repeated his rule.
Of course my master noticed what was going on and paused. “Are you… are you by any chance enjoying this, Babygirl?” he managed to ask at last…
And I could sort of tell that he was finding the whole thing… like… totally funny.
And I didn’t have a clue what the answer to his question really was so I went with the simple, “It’s painful and humiliating, Master.”
“It’s painful and humiliating, and that didn’t really answer the question, did it, Babygirl?”
“No, Master. I’m sorry, Master.”
“Don’t worry about it, Babygirl,” he said. I mean… he was basically finding it funny but there was a fair dollop of the sympathy and understanding type stuff in his voice too. You don’t really know what’s going on yourself, do you?”
“Not really, Master.”
“Then let’s go for a simpler question. Are you finding this sexually arousing?”
“I think I might be, Master,” I said. I was kind of glad I could… like… bury my face in the mattress and didn’t have to look at him as these tides of weird emotion stuff washed over me.
“What a naughty little minx you are!” he said. “What are we going to do with you?”
I tried to think about this for a bit… I mean….basically, the whole thinking bit was pretty tricky and I really didn’t know how I wanted to answer. The only thing I did sort of know… and I didn’t understand it even a tiny bit… was that I didn’t want him to stop.
So I heard myself answering, “We’re only up to four, Master.” But my voice went all wobbly as I said it. My bottom bits were doing this really funny twitchy thing… and there was this odd kind of yearning type stuff going on too.
And of course that was too much for him and he sort of exploded with laughter.
And I couldn’t really blame him. I mean… I guess I would have found it pretty funny too.
If it wasn’t for the fact that it was my bottom bits that were doing all the twitching… and all the yearning.
“Well, if we’re going to do this, we might as well do it properly,” he said… and he still had his stupid laughing thing going on. He reached down and sort of eased my legs apart so that my bits were basically totally exposed.
And of course that didn’t help with the twitching…
Or the yearning!
And then he sort of ran a hand gently over my bare bottom. “I was sorely tempted…” he paused and I could sort of hear his eyebrows at work… “sorely tempted… to do this when I came in here and I found you putting yourself on display for me like this,” he said… all sort of quietly… as if I basically wasn’t supposed to hear it.
But then, suddenly, I couldn’t concentrate on what he was saying any more because he did something down below… I think he must have blown on me or stroked me with something or… well I don’t know exactly what he was doing but I do know that, whatever it was, basically made me feel like nothing else had ever made me feel before.
“But from now on, spanking is going to be used as a reward, not a punishment.”
“Yes, Master.” I gasped. At that point I would have agreed to… like… basically… anything as long as he kept on doing whatever it was he was doing down there. By now, I was pretty much certain it was some sort of blowing thing.
“And, from now on, rule eleven applies.”
’Yeah, right… like I’m ever going to be able to say ‘stop’ to this,’ I found myself thinking. He did a bit more of his blowing stuff and I was busy with the whole sort of shuddering sigh bit when…
And this time, because my bottom just totally wasn’t ready for it, the pain kicked off this wild clenching surge of… well… like… pleasure, I guess.
“Count,” he told me.
I mean… that was totally unfair. He was doing his blowing thing again. There was no way I could be expected to do anything by way of thinking when he was doing that!
“Two?” I sort of guessed.
“I think you’ll find it’s five,” he told me and I could hear the smile in his voice… and I pretty much knew he was enjoying this… like… almost as much as me.
“Five…” I managed and was busy letting out a loud moan of pleasure thing when I was rudely interrupted…
I arched my back, threw my head back and let out this long juddering sigh thing but I was distracted by more of his blowing stuff… and then he started gently stroking a hand over my sore bottom.
“You were told that you were not to lift your head,” he told me. “You will receive one more slap for doing so. Now get it back down, straight away!”
I balled my fists into the cover and sank my teeth into the mattress. It felt as if he was doing something with a finger now…
I couldn’t stop myself from yelling out loud this time but at least I managed to keep my head down so it was a bit muffled by the mattress. There were definitely fingers down there now and I could feel a wave building in the very heart of me that was soon going to become unstoppable.
“Seven,” I murmured. I’d sort of forgotten that that was it until a voice just by my ear whispered, “Stay there, Babygirl. I’ll be right back. Don’t move a muscle.” He sort of sealed his command with a kiss on my bottom that really ought to have felt… like… totally disgusting and wrong.
But it didn’t.
And for some stupidly crazy reason, I was kind of disappointed that it was all over - in some weird, mixed up sort of a way it all felt… like… sort of incomplete, I guess. I lay there and gasped as my bottom glowed and my bits churned in this new and really odd sort of a way.
But then there was this sudden sort of shocking wave of relief as my master started smearing something cool and soothing all over my poor bottom. And it just felt so good as he worked round the top of my thighs, which were still a bit achy from all the cycling, and then he gently smoothed the lotion into my two bum cheeks. I sort of flinched as this dribble flowed down the crack in the middle, kind of sinking my teeth into the mattress again, but then the flinch turned into a gasp and a squirm as the dribble was followed by a thumb. Oooh… I’d never even dreamt of having lotion rubbed in there before.
But… oh… I could sort of imagine I might be dreaming about it from now on!
“Unhealthy interest!” I managed to murmur in a gaspy sort of a whisper as a slippery, slimey thumb worked its way up and down over a bit where thumbs really don’t belong.
And the fire, which had basically died down when he’d finished his spanking bit, started to sort of build up again and I totally lost myself in the sensation as my master did something strange and really rather wonderful with, I think, his knuckles around my bottom bits.
But I was kind of brought back to the present by this slow, intense sort of a kiss on the back of my neck which made me… like… totally squirm. “I need to turn you over, Babygirl,” he told me in this matter of fact sort of a tone, “so I can deal with you properly.”
That sounded like quite an exciting sort of an idea so I was quite happy to let him roll me over. I was a bit surprised when he started snapping the restraints closed around my wrists and ankles, sort of sealing them shut with a kiss to the palm of the hand or the sole of the foot… surprised but certainly not frightened. He was my lovely master and, even though I had no idea what he was up to, I always felt… like… totally safe with him!