KEN
Now. Something inside my head says. Do it now.
Keeping her firmly under control, I crouch on the floor, one leg up in basically a proposal position. Instead of asking this squirming little wench to marry me, I sweep her over my knee. Her perfect ass is presented to me and I start spanking it hard with the flat of my palm.
When she came here she took her rebellion and her rage and she locked it all away to try and keep it secret from me. The more I took away from her, the more she retreated into a shell of what she thought I wanted. There have been moments of truth, but they weren’t like this. They were calculated misbehaviors of the kind that needed to be put down with sterile discipline, cold and detached. It served a purpose, but now it’s time for something more. Something we’ve both been craving for a long time.
“I was trying to be good!” Her wail is plaintive and confused.
She’s wearing lycra training clothes that don’t give fuck all protection, but having her train naked was starting to raise a few brows. I explained that I wanted complete access to every part of her, and this was the compromise we came up with. A bodysuit which hugs her sexy curves - and which tears at a rough grasp. After a few dozen hard slaps, I yank the fabric off her butt, tearing a hole in the seat of the suit, and I spank her bare cheeks hard and fast, making her wail like the little girl she hasn’t been allowed to be.
She doesn’t understand why I’m doing this, because this isn’t fair. It can’t be fair either, and it can’t be explained. She has to go through it to really understand it.
“You’re mine, Mary. You can’t hide any part of yourself from me. You have to show me everything. Tell me everything. When something hurts, I want to see it. You can have your facade for the world. You can be stoic and shield yourself against pain for other people. For me, you show me everything. Including the things you think I don’t want to see.”
“You want me to be undisciplined? I don’t get it!” She shrieks. “I’ve been trying so fucking hard, Ken.”
“It’s always a facade with you when you try. You put on a new identity and you wear it. You thought you were doing as you were told, but you were just hiding from me again.”
“So how the fuck do I win?” She gasps as my hand whips her cheeks, turning them from pink to red.
“That’s the point,” I say. “You don’t win. You stop trying to win. You stop trying to control by being good or bad. You accept what’s coming to you. That’s the difference between real obedience and what you’ve been giving me.”
“Oh.”
I feel the moment she gets it. Her whole body relaxes. She surrenders. Properly, and probably for the very first time in her life.
This is now truly my girl over my knee.
She lays there as I swat her a few more times, and then rub her cheeks. It might seem like a minor moment to an outsider, but to me, this is everything. This is the holy grail.
“Good girl,” I murmur soothingly, patting and rubbing her cheeks. She has a gorgeous ass. Not being able to play with it or fuck it has been absolute torture.
I want her so fucking badly. I have been so damn patient, but I can’t be anymore. She finally surrendered. She gave me what I wanted her to give. And now I’m going to take the rest.
I drop my knee and let her red-bottomed body slide to the floor. She lies there, her legs spread, her pussy visible through the tear in her pants. She’s wet. I can smell her. It’s driving me mad with need as I unbuckle my pants and free my cock.
Once she tried to tempt me with this, tried to wrest control of the situation. Now she’s abandoned all hope of control and she lies there in wet, willing submission.
This is not part of official protocol, but fuck it. She’s mine, dammit. She’s always been mine. I caned this naughty little cunt not that long ago. I couldn’t have taken her then. It would have been too close to a hate fuck, but I don’t hate her. I love her. I love her to the point I will whip her pussy if I have to. There’s no need to punish her anymore though. She’s been a good girl. A very good girl. And it’s time she felt that.
“Ken…” I hear her soft voice as I put my hand to her ass, cup her bright red cheeks and slide two fingers into the wet furred slit between them.
“You want this, Mary?”
I haven’t used her first name in almost two months. It feels strange on my tongue. It feels even stranger to ask her if she wants this. It’s the first choice I’ve given her in that same period of time.
“Please…” she lifts her hips and rolls them in a way that can only signify assent.
I pull my fingers free, get between her thighs, wrap my fist around my cock and slide between her lower lips. The second my cock touches her sex, I feel how fucking soaked she is. I’m titanium hard. Not getting laid for two months will do that.
Reaching down, I grab a handful of her hair and pull her head back, feeding my cock into her tight pussy in a devastatingly slow stroke which lets me feel every bit of her sweet cunt.
She’s tight and slick, and her inner walls grip me with all the desperation of a long lost lover. It’s an incredible feeling, to be enveloped by her body, to feel her tight heat, her eager wetness. This is the only place on Earth I want to be. This is all I’ve wanted for weeks. It was worth the wait.
“I missed you so fucking much,” I growl as I slowly sink my cock all the way to the hilt.