Mia's Spanking Diary (6 page)

As Lex swung the door open, it creaked like the ones in
scary movies always did. “Go down the stairs, little sub.”

I didn’t move, couldn’t. I looked beyond the door and could
only make out the faintest of lights reflected on the walls. The glow came from
below from some source I couldn’t see.

As he’d done in the lecture hall, he asked me, “In or out,
Mia?”

His blue eyes were somehow brighter tonight. Clearly, he
wanted me to go down those stairs to what he’d prepared for me this evening.

Looking at him, I found just enough courage to push my fears
aside, though they were still present and clawing at the back of my mind.
“Definitely in, Sir. I want in.”

He smiled, and then it faded into a scowl. Were his actions
all part of enhancing the experience for me? I wondered.

He pointed to the door. “Now.”

“Yes, Sir.”

I stepped through the door to the landing that led to the
stairs below. It curved, hiding whatever the stairs led to.

“I’m impressed, sub. Now, go down the stairs and see what
I’ve set up for you.”

I turned back, only to see him shut the door on me. Then I
heard the lock engage.

“Sir!”

I pounded on the door, but it remained closed and locked. My
misgivings were howling in my ears, bringing up a million possibilities at what
was at the bottom of those stairs. Even though my nerves were on high alert, I
reminded myself that last night had been an incredible experience—and very
safe. Clearly, The Cell was a place of fantasy and sexual exploration with Lex
as its proprietor, wicked wizard, and ultimate Master. Besides, I had my safe
word that could halt everything once uttered from my lips.

Cautiously, I descended the steps.

Halfway down, I saw the torch—yes, an actual torch. It was
the only light in the stairwell. Then I noticed that the walls were not plaster
or drywall but were stone. I wondered if the walls were faux, another illusion
of The Cell. I reached out and touched them. The cold hit my fingertips, and I
shivered. The walls were actual masonry. I looked down at the steps. They were
made of stone, too. This was quite an expense to create a fantasy for the
club’s patrons, but from what I’d already seen, expense was not a problem for
its owner.

I took the final steps and came to a large oak door. Not
sure if I was to walk in or knock, I chose to take my chances and turned the
knob slowly, hoping it wouldn’t inform anyone within of my arrival. Luckily, it
didn’t make a sound. When I opened the door, I scanned the room. Like the
stairwell, burning torches in iron sconces on the walls cast a dim light.
Still, it was enough for me to get a sense of the room. It screamed of medieval
torture. Well, at least I was dressed for the part.

Chains hung from every wall, and on the five wooden tables
around the room were what looked to be a wide assortment of paddles, whips, and
other implements of punishment. One word came to mind for this room—
dungeon
.

At the center was a wooden set of stocks built in a way that
was obviously used to restrain a person in a bent-over position. Clearly, it
was for delivering spankings. Though I was trembling with anxiety, I found the
thing strangely compelling. I wondered what it would feel like to be locked
into the stocks with my ass jutted out for Lex to spank.

I jumped back as two muscular men wearing black leather
aprons suddenly appeared in front of me.

“Look, brother. A visitor.” The bald man to my right smiled.
“How nice for us.”

I’d been so mesmerized by the implements of the dungeon, I’d
not noticed them standing in the corners. They looked like twins, except that
one had long, black hair down to his shoulders and the other one was completely
bald. They both sported several tats on their arms. Their eyes looked like
caramels.

My jaw dropped. Was I supposed to get spanked by them?

The one with the long hair turned to the other. “Behave,
Kane. Hello, Mia.”

They’d been expecting me.

“Hello,” I squeaked out as uneasiness swelled inside me.

“My name is Reed. We’ve got the place all ready for you,
just as Master Lex requested.”

The mention of the club owner’s name calmed my nerves, if
only a bit. “You’re following, Lex’s instructions?”

“Of course.” The bald guy pointed to the stocks I’d just
seen. “That’s for you. You’re five foot three, yes?”

I nodded, staring at the contraption and feeling my palms
get moist.

“That’s terrific. I won’t need to adjust the pillory to fit
you since it’s already set to your height.”

“Shall we get you set up for the dungeon master, Mia?”

“O-Okay.”

Reed asked me what my safe words were, and I told him. Then
he sent me a knowing wink. He cleared his throat and then changed his accent.
“Dost thou knowest the time, Master Kane?”

“Aye, Master Reed. ‘Tis time to chain this comely maiden to
the pillory for the Master.”

Reed cupped my chin. “Thou are very pretty, dear lady. How
fare thee?”

I remembered the way my sister addressed the people at the
festivals I’d attended with her. “Good Sir, my state is of little consequence.
My Lord has commanded me here. By his permission, I am trusted into your care.
Such, indeed, by his order, will we both bend to his will.”

I was proud at my attempt to sound authentic in the dungeon.
When I looked at the two men smiling broadly, I knew I had more than succeeded.

“Come hither, my lady.” Reed held out his hand, and I took
it.

He guided me to the pillory.

Kane lifted the top piece of the stocks.

Reed nodded.

I bent over and placed my head and hands in the correct
places. Since my dress was so short and I wasn’t wearing panties, I instantly
realized that at least part of my ass was exposed to the brothers. Though being
in such a position unhinged me, I also felt inflamed and more than a little
excited.

Reed attached some leather cuffs that were chained to the
floor to my ankles. “Hark now, the dungeon master approaches.”

Normally, such a masquerade would’ve seemed comical to me,
but not now, not tonight. As the clang of footsteps echoed off the walls behind
me, I lost myself to the illusion. No longer was I a modern woman working on
her thesis. Instead, the magic of Lex’s club had changed me into a maiden in a
dungeon about to pay for some infraction or crime of mine.

“Good eve, my Lord,” the brothers said in unison.

“Good eve, gentlemen.” The voice sounded different yet
familiar.

I knew it had to be Lex. That knowledge got me vibrating
like a live wire.

Reed continued with, “The maiden awaits thee yonder, Sir.”

“Thy work is done here, gentlemen.”

Reed answered, “By your leave, My Lord.”

I heard him and Kane exit, leaving me alone with Lex.

He grabbed my chin, causing me to gasp.

“Look at me, Mia.”

“Yes, Sir.” I stared up at my punisher. A leather mask hid
most of his face, save his eyes and mouth. Thankfully, the blue eyes gazing
back at me were the giveaway. This was the man I’d hoped to see.

He was shirtless, exposing his eight-pack abs. His leather
pants were tight, giving me a clear view of the outline of his cock. Even his
boots, also black leather, complimented his sheer masculine air.

“Sub, are you ready to receive punishment?”

My eyes felt as big as saucers. “Yes, Master. I’m ready.”

“No, you are not. This dress impedes me.” His tone was low
and threatening.

He walked behind me. In a split second, he ripped the dress
off of me, shredding it into a worthless heap of fabric. “Better,” he growled.

The air hit my naked skin, and I felt gooseflesh pop up
everywhere.

“Now, to your punishment, little sub.” I heard him walk over
to one of the tables. “This paddle will work just fine on your pretty ass.
Tonight, I want you to hold back your cries and your tears for as long as you
can, understand?”

“Yes, Sir.” I wondered why he would have me do that, but of
course, I didn’t ask.

As if he had read my mind, Lex added, “By holding back, I’ll
be able to reach those last bastions of resistance inside you. With my help,
they will crumble to dust. I want your full surrender, and tonight, you will
give it to me.”

He rubbed the paddled against my ass.

“Get intimate with it, sub. Tell me how it feels.”

“Cold. Hard.” I felt my senses opening.

“And?”

“Dangerous.” A thrill went through me.

“Excellent.” His first swing came and landed in the middle
of my bottom.

Since my ass still ached from the previous night’s punishments,
I chewed on my lip, wanting to obey his command to not cry out from this added
sting. It worked, though some tears did well up in my eyes.

“Very good, sub. Very good.”

“Thank you, Sir.” Having my ass tortured by Lex might’ve
been considered kinky to most, but for me, being with him this way worked to
quiet my mind. There had been no painful past event that had kept my walls up.
Instead, my hesitations had always been about my distrust of my own instincts.
But Lex knew just what to do to get me out of my head and into a place where I
could relax and open up to pleasure.

“We’re not done. You understand that?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Whack. Whack. Whack. Whack.

The stinging pain to my ass had me fighting back my tears.
Still the burn sent sensations to my nipples and my clit until the ache had me
thrashing in the stocks.

Whack. Whack. Whack.

“M-Master,” I whispered. “Thank you.”

My toes curled and my hands became fists. Heat flashed
through my body. If I hadn’t been held in place by the pillory, I would’ve fallen
from the weakness in my legs.

Lex’s lips feathered across my ear, sending a shiver down my
back. “You’re doing great, Mia.”

I felt him rub my ass with his open hand, and my pussy got
so very wet.

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Can you take more, little sub?”

Could I take more? I wanted so much more. “Yes, Master.
More.”

“With my hand now, sweetheart. Count them for me.”

Spank.

“One.” I was trembling from head to toe.

Spank. This one crashed into a different spot on my ass.

“Two.” Dizziness overwhelmed me.

Spank. Spank. Spank.

“Three. Four. F-Five.” My ass was on fire. Lex’s strikes
never landed on the same spot twice. Wild sensations grew inside me, and my
whirling mind quieted and focused, zeroing in on the orgasm he was building up
within me. My pussy clenched and my heart fluttered.

Spank. Spank. Spank.

“S-Six. S-Seven.” I took a deep breath, resisting the urge
to cry out. “Eight.”

I was on autopilot, heading into a dreamy subspace. But
something kept holding me back.

Spank. Spank.

Though I’d been hesitant to pull my panties down for him at
the lecture hall, I knew that from now on, whatever he asked of me, I would do
it without holding back.

“Nine...and....”

“Breathe, Mia.”

I obeyed him instantly, sucking in a lungful of air. My shaking
didn’t subside, but I was able to say, “Ten.”

“Your ass is a nice, lovely red, sub. Only a few more and
we’re done. No more counting. Understand?”

I sighed, having found the last bit of counting next to
impossible. “Thank you, Sir.”

“The next round is going to come from a crop with a pinch
that is sharp and severe. I know you’ve been fantasizing about tonight all day.
Right?”

“Yes, I have.” It was as if he knew me inside and out. Even
my most inner thoughts, which were difficult for me to articulate, he knew.

He chuckled, the sound rolling over my skin. “While it’s
happening, part of you is going to hate this crop chomping on your flesh. But I
know that another part of you will come alive at the same time, something wild
and pleasurable. When we’re done, you’ll be dreaming about the next time.”

Though the crop frightened me some, his reassuring words
were lulling me more.

In my preparations for my thesis, I’d garnered quite a bit
of technical information, including some on subspace. Once he hit my ass with
the crop, I’d be taking the steps on the ever-rising hormone ladder of
adrenaline and endorphins. It all made sense to me in a clinical, scientific
way. But I soon learned that reading about something and really feeling it were
two different things entirely.

“Do you trust me, Mia?” he asked.

Did I trust Lex? I shouldn’t. My brain knew it should take
longer than a day or two, but my heart and soul had opened up the moment I’d
laid eyes on him.

“Yes. I totally trust you.”

“Then get ready for a rush like you’ve never experienced.”
Once again, he stroked my ass with his open hand.

“Yes, Sir.” Eagerness and jitters mixed together as I braced
for his promised spanking.

Then the first bites of the crop came crashing on my ass.

Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.

Like tiny flaming tongues, the pinches came from the crop
one after another. The sweltering in my body grew and grew until I couldn’t
hold back any longer. Heavy drops fell from my eyes, and I wailed aloud. I’d
failed his one request to not cry. Shame burned inside me and held me back from
letting go completely.

Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.

Then I felt my invisible walls crumble as Lex’s torture
slipped me into a delicious trance. My total focus was on pleasing him,
surrendering to him, and the most prominent of all was on trusting him. All the
worries of my daily life faded into nothingness, and what remained were the
sensations whizzing through my body.

Lex stroked my ass, applying cream that took away some of
the sting. “Poor baby. You did so good.” 

He removed the restraints on my ankles and lifted the top of
the stocks. He took me up in his arms, and I melted into him, resting my head
against his chest. I could still feel the earlier bites of the paddle and his
hand on my ass. My backside throbbed more than it had ever done before.