Red Hot Obsessions (208 page)

“A massage? But you don’t want a massage. You want to cram my pussy with your swollen, hard cock. You can, you can. So do it. Fuck me, dammit!”

“Enough! You are being a sassy brat, Addison.” He grabbed my arm and thigh, flipping me flat onto my stomach, then knelt on me, one knee in the side of my neck, the other in the back of my right knee with his calf across the left. It electrified me! His knees pressed in, it hurt so bad, and yet, I shook in delight and felt deliriously peaceful, finding his prominence so absolutely hot and comforting. With his weight on me and the pain he was delivering, a sense of calm rolled over me. I closed my eyes and swooned.

“
I
will give the orders, and I will fuck that pussy, Addison, when I damn well want to, when you are my
girlfriend
and we are not in this D and s box. Right now, you are my sub, we are not fucking today, and you are already way out of your place. Don’t think because we are laughing and having some fun that my girlfriend can come out. You are not your own today. You are my sub.”

He never stopped surprising me and taking my breath away, with his pendulum swing from compassionate and sweet to firm and demanding.

There was no doubt in my mind this was where I was meant to be. With him. In all of earth, there was no greater paradise than being under Logan Thorndike’s knees … or over them. “Sorry, Sir.”

“I was going to give you a massage for being such a good girl and showing me your wild streak, and I delayed that punishment you’re due, but now you’ve committed another grievance. You broke another rule. What was the first mistake you made, that I told you I would punish you for?”

“I complained.”

“Yes. And what have you done now?”

“I disrespected your authority over me.”

“Yes. Do you think I’m happy about that and having to switch up my plans this evening?”

“No, Sir. Probably not.”

“I am most definitely not.” He got off me, sadly. “Stay where you are.”

Coolness washed over me as he took his heat with him when he walked away. He came back a few moments later, crouched at my side and turned over his clenched hand. “Look what I have for you, Addison.” He uncurled his fingers and exposed a key on a heart keychain.

My stomach flipped and my mouth went dry.

“Can you guess what this goes to?”

“Um, your box,” I muttered.

He shook his head, while freezing his gaze to mine. “Correct. I didn’t want to have to do this, Addison, not today, not on your first day, but with your two infractions, you’ve really left me no choice. How are you going to grow and bend without discipline when you’ve been a bad girl?”

I gulped and quaked. My eyes watered at the way he said, “discipline’, like it was a mondo slice of chocolate cream pie to him, and my pussy lifted to attention at ‘bad girl’. I loved when he said that, called me that, and I loved the look in his eyes right now, I saw the switch. He’d been holding on, just by a hair, but now, Logan was gone and here stood my disciplinarian. My Halloween spanker was back, that hot, stern, authoritative man who’d had no reservations about making me go get a chair and smacking my bare pussy with a belt in front of an audience. There’d be no compassion from him. I’d only get whatever punishment he felt I was due for restitution and a turnabout in my attitude and loose lips. I was terrified, and I also couldn’t fucking wait!

“Get up.” When I did on shaky legs, he handed me the keys and said, “In my closet is a trunk. Open it and retrieve the wide, black leather paddle, any hair brush, the purple rope, the soothing cream and the lube.”

Lube?!

“You are to get them, place them on my bed in a row, stack three pillows, lay on top, spread your legs and turn your toes in. Got it?”

My stomach was fluttering and my knees took on more wobble. “Yes, Sir. I think so.”

“No thinking so. If you make a mistake and forget something, I will add another implement into your punishment.”

I nodded my dizzy head. My feet and hands felt tied to balloons as I shuffled to the closet. My god this was happening again! Logan Thorndike was going to spank me. No, my
Sir
was. I gawked at the trunk, twice the size of mine. My hand trembled as I stuck the key in and unlocked it. His trunk was not just any trunk. It had hooks for hanging, foldouts, boxes and compartments. It was pretty BDSM-lite like mine, mostly spanking implements, including floggers, tins of body candle wax, sensation creams, vibrators, gags, an array of hole stuffers and all sorts of restraints, including chains and shackles, the darkest thing therein. I wondered where he attached them. I didn’t recall seeing any hooks on the walls or ceiling. Maybe the bed? Those scrolly bars? Soon his box would get even darker and hold a single-tailed whip that wasn’t just for show. Despite his hesitance and lack of in-person encounters, very evidently a prince had been waiting for just the right naughty princess to rule over … to
dominate.
I was so glad he picked me.

What was my list now? I pulled out the wide, black leather paddle which had both flex and substance. It would probably cover more than half of my bottom. Well, I did say I liked robust and full. I shook and quickly gathered the rest of the wanted things and placed them on the bed. I stacked the pillows on his bed, climbed up, closed my eyes and waited for my spanker to begin my punishment that I rightly deserved for being such a brat.

His footsteps approached and he ran his hand along my back. I shivered at his soft touch he was giving just to tease me. “You are bruised from before, but this still has to happen. I can’t let things slide, then you will get sloppy.” He tsked.

Shit! I forgot something?

“Addison. I see you forgot the cream to sooth your bottom after. I don’t want to have to go around making up for your lapses. Remember the things I tell you, exactly, or you will suffer consequences. I will fetch it this time, but the next time, you will just have to do without. And I will also bring back another implement because you failed to follow my directions to the letter.”

My gut roiled. Which implement?
God, I hope not that clear paddle with the holes or the one with the silver nubs.
I didn’t hear him leave or approach, I only felt his hands on my bottom suddenly.

His thumbs framed my cunt and all his fingers cupped and cradled my cheeks. He massaged me, softly at first, then kneaded harder and dug into my sore muscles. What he was doing with his thumbs on the edges of my vagina felt wonderful. Just as I started melting into it all his circles, his hand came down on my cheek, a firm but not entirely painful smack. He brought another down from above and another and another and another. Then he spanked me from the side with both hands. A flurry of smacks suddenly rained down my ass cheeks and thighs and in between my legs. Surprisingly, his left hand did not show signs of being weaker. Maybe he played racquetball. This double-handed spank stung a little, but not a lot, except for on the inner thighs. I winced and wiggled as he kept on and on, hitting me there.

“You will be still. No wiggling or kicking either.” One hard spank hit me squarely on both cheeks right across my crack.

“Yes, Sir.”

He pulled my hands behind my back and bound them together with the purple rope. I turned my head to the side, but with weight on my cheek from being slanted down and no way to brace for the blows, I felt so unstable.

He knelt with one leg on the bed beside me, pressed his left hand into my bound hands and sent firm smack after firm smack into my cheeks with his right.

Aaahh. Finally digging into it. Yes!

He moved back and forth, back and forth, and gave the occasional spank right in the middle on my sweet spot. The sounds, the hits, the warmth were all so delicious, more so as he built up intensity and speed. My grunts and moans folded into a rhythm, and it so turned me on. I spit out more just because I loved listening to the sound of myself enjoying this spanking with each hit.

“You’re hurting...already, Addison? We just started. I’m just warming you up. You have a lot of punishment to be had...so you need to prepped.”

“No, I’m not hurting, I’m hot.”

“Thank you for your honesty. But too bad for that. You will be on fire by the time I’m done with you. And not the kind you’re thinking.” He kept on. Spank, spank, spank.

I got so aroused when he traveled down my thighs, fingers curling down and crashing blissfully into my pussy. “Aaaahh.”

“Are you grinding into the pillow, little slut?”

“No, Sir.”

“I see you, Addison, don’t lie. I see you trying to rub slightly up and down and grind as I crash you forward, as if I wouldn’t notice. You are being a little devil. I haven’t given you permission to play or get off. You are being punished. I can tie you in place and fix that problem, strip away the temptation altogether.”

“No, I’ll be good. I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’ll stay as steady as possible, Sir.”

“I sure hope so for your sake. I’m going to be binding up all your limbs tomorrow, and I’d rather not have to do it two days in a row.”

My eyes widened.
He is?

The heat in bottom was now radiating and each hit was leaving a sting.

“Okay, you’re lusciously pink now, and warm and glowing, so we will be moving on to your actual punishment. It’s the brush next for you, Addison. I’ll set the timer and spank you unrelenting for 3 minutes straight, all over your ass and thighs, and even some sure whacks on the underside of your pussy. Then I’ll give you a rest for 1 minute and move on to the next
thing
.”

Thing?
A big question mark. Flutters burst off in my tummy.

“Ask me for your punishment, Addison.”

“I’ve been bratty and greedy. Please spank me with the brush, Sir.”

“Good. I want you stay relaxed as much as possible. Keep those cheeks nice and soft for me.” He set a timer on a watch on the bed, pushed against my hands tied up in purple and began smacking away.

By a minute or so in, I was moaning and wincing at each wooden strike. “Ow ow.”

After the bites from the bath brush on my wet skin, this should have been a piece of cake, but as he started to really tear in, I realized I was still sore deep in my cheeks from that spanking, even though the surface sting was gone. That must be the bruising he mentioned. I squealed loudly at the first solid spank on my thigh. My flesh there was so sensitive. The brush when on and on, traversing all around, even on the sides and like, he said, even on my pussy with light taps.

“Fuck!”

“I’m sick of hearing your dirty mouth when I’m spanking you. The only words you can say from here on out are your safewords or answers to my questions. Be still and button up.”

Smack, smack, smack came faster and faster. He didn’t spend much time on my sit zones that had gotten the brunt of the bath brush, he was mostly covering everything else, even going down to the back of my knees. This was not fun! A thorough punishment for a naughty, naughty sub.

I curled my toes and fought the urge to kick. I was out of breath and sobbing.

“Thirty seconds left, Addison.”

Thirty seconds of thigh-burn hell, no thanks. I reached and reached for heaven, to pull myself away and into a place of comfort. It seemed out of my grasp.

“Why the silence now? I haven’t heard one peep from you in ten seconds. Afraid you’ll speak out or are you drifting?”

“Drifting, Sir,” I sobbed. “Or trying to.”

“Do not! You are here to receive correction and discipline. You should feel every bit of this because you deserve it for your misdeeds. Thirty seconds to your time.”

“No-hooooo.”

“No? Complaining again and speaking out of turn? It’s now a full minute. How’s that for misery?”

“Well-earned. Thank you for setting me straight, Sir.” I cried at the stings as he whacked away at me for the next sixty seconds. I felt like a failure and disappointment once again.

He set the brush down and rubbed my sore spots.

I shivered as a tickle ran across my shoulders and a tap, tap, tap, ran down my back. When he moved it to my arms—the sensitive underside exposed with them tied behind me—I could tell it was leather. He smacked it down on my upper arm. “Aaahhh, ow.” What the hell was that?! It smarted like five thousand finger flicks at once, and he hadn’t even been that forceful.

“Addison, Addison, Addison. You need to be a good girl. I hate having to use this on you. It’s a monster, far too scary for my box even. It hangs on a hook. It’s been passed through my family because of its sharp persuasiveness in correction. Once you’ve met it, you never hope to cross paths again. I truly hope you will not need it again. This is not your dinky, little strap if that’s what you’re thinking. No, it’s thick and fat and every hit feels like a sear of hot coal. And as a past, cringing recipient myself, screaming into my pillow or blanket at each blow, I know that if there’s too much tilt on the down swing, the edges cut in, leaving you with angry welts to remember the strapping for days. You will get ten with it, providing you don’t swear or break any more rules. I want you to count each one.”

The strap? Fuck. Suddenly feeling exposed, my pussy clenched.

The monster whistled through the air and landed with a vicious lick around my thigh. I screamed at the searing pain, just as he’d said. “Ow, ow, ow. One, Sir.” I whined and itched to writhe.

He swung and hit the other leg, but it hadn’t been prepped as much as the other one and I screamed.

When the sting subsided a bit, I sobbed, said “Two, Sir,” and bit my so lip hard, I pierced it, making it bleed a little.

He sent another to my skin and it struck across both butt cheeks.

“Three, Sir.” I was shaking. We were only at three? Shit! I clenched my eyes, bracing for four, five and six. I told myself to suck it up and receive the pain like a girl who actually liked to be spanked, like I
do
. I just didn’t expect it to hurt quite so much. Girls online can take 50 of these without so much as a peep. If they can do it, then I can certainly do it for my wonderful Dom. I can and will take the punishment he’s delivering because I deserved every bit of it. And he was only giving me ten, which was probably a lenient granting on his part since he’d spanked me earlier in the day.