Amy straightened her back, pushing her breasts out a little further when the door handle turned.  Her entire body was shaking with excitement and nerves and she stared at Mark when he entered the room.  He was still wearing his suit from the office and she studied the lean length of his thighs as he walked to the bed.  He was carrying a small leather bag in one hand and he set it on the bed before moving to her.

He studied her, and she tried not to blush.  She thought she was doing the position correctly, but he nudged her knee with his foot and said, “Wider.”

She spread her legs until her thigh muscles were straining from the effort.  The cool air washed over her pussy.  She was incredibly turned on and she hoped desperately that she wasn’t dripping all over the fucking carpet. 

“Well done, little slave.”  Mark petted her hair and an absurd tingle of pride went through.  It disappeared when he said, “But when I ask you to assume the slave position, you will keep your gaze lowered until I give you permission to look at me.”

“I’m sorry, Sir,” she said. 

“You’re doing very well,” he stroked her hair again.  She watched as he returned to the bed and sat on the side of it.  “Come here.”

She started to stand.  He shook his head.  “No.  Crawl to me.”

She gave him a look of disbelief.  He simply smiled at her and waited patiently.  She bit at her bottom lip.  She wanted Mark to spank her.  More importantly, she wanted him to fuck her.  He wouldn’t do either if she didn’t obey him.

Are you really going to crawl to him, Amy?  Jesus, being spanked is one thing but this –

She cut off her inner thought grimly.  She was wearing his collar, and she was naked on her knees with her legs spread simply for his pleasure.  Was crawling really that much worse?

She leaned forward and planted her hands in the carpet before crawling toward Mark.  She thought she would feel shame and humiliation, but Mark’s gaze dropped immediately to her gently swaying breasts.  His nostrils flared as his hands gripped his knees, and the look of pure lust on his face sent an answering call through her own body.

A little ripple of power went through her and she forgot her awkwardness about crawling.  She slowed, moving with deliberate leisureliness as she arched her back and exaggerated the sway of her hips.  She kept her eyes on his face, a small smile crossing her lips when his mouth parted, and a low groan slipped out.

She straightened into the slave position again when she was between his legs and kept her gaze lowered.  His hands were clenching and unclenching against his knees and she smiled again.  He placed his finger under her chin and tipped her head up.

“Very good, little slave.”  His voice was decidedly hoarse, and she moaned when he kissed her.  She loved how he kissed.  She loved the way he took control and made her forget everything but how much she wanted him.

He sucked hard on her tongue before cupping both her breasts.  He tugged at her nipples, rolling them between his forefingers and thumbs until she gasped with pleasure.  “Please, Sir.”

“Please, what?”

“Please suck on my nipples, Sir,” she begged.

He shook his head.  “You’re here for punishment, remember?  If I suck on your nipples, next you’ll ask me to eat your pussy and then you’ll beg me to fuck you.”

He gave her breasts one last squeeze before opening the bag next to him.  She watched as he withdrew a small bottle of liquid and placed it on the nightstand before delving into the bag again.  This time he withdrew a leather contraption and held it in front of her.  It was some type of arm restraint that had both laces and buckles.  It was longer and wider than cuffs and once she was in it, she’d be bound from her wrists to her elbows.

Panic threaded through her.  Confused and suddenly afraid, she unconsciously leaned back as she hid her arms behind her back.  She wanted to be spanked but the idea of being in the arm restraint was sending her brain into a frenzy of anxiety.  What if he really hurt her?  What if he tied her up with the restraints and didn’t stop spanking her when she asked him to?  What if –

“Amy, sweetheart, look at me.”

She raised her gaze to Mark, deeply afraid of what she might see, but his face had changed.  It was no longer Dom Mark staring at her but only her familiar, sweet Mark. 

The boy she’d grown up with and the man she would always love.

“Mark,” she whispered.  “I don’t - ”

He tossed the restraint on the bed before helping her stand and sitting her on his lap.  She flung her arms around him and buried her face in his throat as he rubbed her back with his warm hands.

“Shh, it’s all right.  Everything’s fine, Ames.”

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.  “I’m so sorry.”

“You have nothing to be sorry about.  We can stop the play session.”

“No!”  She lifted her head to stare at him. “No, I don’t want to stop.  I just – I don’t think I’m ready for – for,” she glanced at the restraint, “something like that.”

He cupped her face and stroked her cheekbone with his thumb.  “Amy, do you understand that you have the power here?”

“I – what?  No, I’m submissive.”  Her cheeks burned at her first direct admission of her submissiveness.

“Yes,” he said.  “Which is why you have the power.  Anything that happens in this room is because you want it to happen.  I cannot and will not do anything to you that you don’t want.  Your submissiveness is a gift of trust that is incredibly important to me and I will never break that trust.  If something I introduce in a play session is a hard limit for you, simply say so and we won’t use it.  If I do something you don’t like, use your safe word and I stop immediately.  I will always stop.  Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Tell me your safe word again.”

“Magnolia,” she replied.

He hugged her and she kissed his thick neck.  “I’m sorry for being so dumb about this.”

“You’re not being dumb,” he said.  “Don’t say that, Ames.  You’re just learning something new.”

They sat quietly for a few moments before he said, “Are you sure you want to continue?”

“Yes,” she said.  “I – I want you to spank me.”

She gathered her courage and sat up, giving him an anxious look.  “Do you, um, still want to spank me?”

That hard look of need returned to his eyes.  “Amy, you have no idea how badly I want to spank you.”

She tried to kiss him.  He stopped her with a gentle hand on the back of her neck.  “Before we do this, there’s one more thing.”

“What?”  She asked.

He kneaded her neck and smiled at her.  “Sometimes a new submissive is so eager to please her master that she’ll let things go too far.  She’ll allow a punishment to continue when she should have said her safe word, just to try and please or impress him.  Don’t do that, Amy.  If you’ve had enough, say your safe word.  I don’t want you trying to take more than you can handle because you think it’s what I want.  Is that clear?”

“Yes.”

“Good.”  He kissed her again.  He nipped and sucked at her bottom lip as she moaned quietly.  His warm hand cupped her breast and he plucked at her nipple as his other hand curled around her hip.  She leaned against him, returning his kiss as he toyed with her nipples.  When his hand moved to her pussy, she spread her legs eagerly.  He rubbed her clit before sliding two fingers into her and pumping them in and out.  She rocked her pelvis against his fingers as her excitement and desire returned in a rush that left her breathless.

She whimpered in disappointment when he moved his hand away.  He smiled and kissed her throat.  “Stand up, little slave.”

She stood, and he rubbed her ass with his warm hand before patting the mattress on his right side. “Kneel here and then lie across my lap.”

Feeling awkward and uncoordinated, she kneeled on the bed and stretched out across his thighs.  Her stomach and pelvis rested on his thighs, and her knees were pressed into the mattress next to him.  His cock was hard against her stomach and she twitched when he ran his hand over her raised ass.  “You look beautiful.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Put your hands on the bed,” he demanded.

She did as he asked.  He pressed her head down until her cheek was resting on the bed as well.  “Do not move your hands from the bed.  Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” she said.

She tensed again when his hand smoothed over her lower back.  She waited anxiously for him to spank her and squeaked in surprise when his hand dipped between her thighs again.  He rubbed her clit, making her writhe against his lap and her hands dig into the quilt.

“Did you enjoy Master Wallace’s touch earlier?”

She tried to concentrate past the touch of his fingers on her clit.  “I – what?”

“When I came into the club, Master Wallace was touching you.  Did you enjoy it?”  He stopped touching her clit and rubbed the curve of her ass.

“No,” she said.

The sound of his hand slapping her ass registered a split second before the pain.  She squealed at the shocking amount it hurt and lifted her hands off the bed.  Another hard slap to her right ass cheek made her cry out again.

“Hands on the bed, slave.”

She flattened her hands to the bed, flinching when Mark rubbed his hand over her ass.  “Do you see what happens when you lie to me?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“I’ll ask you again.  Did you enjoy Master Wallace’s touch?”

“I didn’t hate it.”

She waited for his slap, but he dipped his hand between her legs and rubbed at her clit.  “Would you have played with him tonight?”

“I - no.”  She didn’t mean to lie to him.  It just slipped out.

The repercussion was swift and painful.  Mark spanked her in a hard and unforgiving rhythm.  She cried out and after only a few spanks, tried to use her hands to cover her throbbing ass.

Mark’s hand wrapped around her wrists and pinned them in the middle of her back.  She squirmed and pleaded, kicking her feet, and trying to free herself as he spanked her without mercy.

When she gave up and rested against his thighs, he stopped spanking her and pushed his hand between her legs again.  She was dripping wet, she could feel moisture sliding down her thighs.  When Mark pinched her clit, the pain in her ass was immediately forgotten.

“Please!”  She screamed. 

She wanted to come. 

She needed to come.

“Please what?”  Mark said.

“I want to come.  Please!”  She begged shamelessly.

“No.”  He spanked her again and she shrieked, her hands tightening into fists.

“Would you have played with him?”  His voice demanded an answer.

Tears running down her cheeks, her ass throbbing with pain and her pussy a fiery ache of pure need, she sobbed, “I would have tried.”

His fingers pushed into her pussy and her sob turned to a moan.  She pushed back against his fingers as his other hand curled into her hair and lifted her head.  “I am your Master and you belong to me.  Say it, slave.”

“You’re my Master,” she cried.  “I belong to you.”

“You will not play with another without your Master’s permission.  Is that understood?”

“Yes.”

His fingers left her pussy and he slapped her ass hard.

“Yes, Master!”

“Good.”  He rubbed her ass.  “Kneel on the bed on your hands and knees.”

“Please,” she moaned.  “Please fuck me, Sir.”

He didn’t reply.  She scrambled to get off his lap and onto the bed.  Her arms were shaking, and she could barely hold herself up.  Mark pressed on her upper back. 

“Rest your cheek on the bed and stretch your arms forward.”

She did as he asked, feeling only a slight trickle of embarrassment when he pushed her thighs wide.  She was head down and ass up and she felt terribly exposed.  But as Mark stood next to the bed, more embarrassment creeped into her.

“You look beautiful, little slave.”  Mark’s voice was a low, hungry rasp, and she clenched her hands into tight fists.

“Please, Sir.”

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me, Sir.”

“Stay in that position, little slave.”

She stayed perfectly still, feeling the cool air wash over her exposed pussy as she listened to Mark strip.  There was the sound of the foil of the condom and then Mark was kneeling behind her on the bed.  Without speaking, he thrust into her.  She screamed with pleasure and pressed her ass against his pelvis.

“Enough!”  He slapped her ass and she squealed and clenched around his hard dick.

“Five more spanks as punishment for wanting to play with Master Wallace.”

“What?  No!”  She craned her head to stare at him.  “No, please, I don’t want to be spanked anymore.  I want to be fucked.”

“Eight,” he said.

“Stop it!  I don’t want - ”

“Ten.”

She shut her mouth with a snap and buried her face in the bed covers.

“Good girl,” Mark said.  “Don’t come, little slave.”

“Like I’m going to come from being spanked.”  Her voice was surly, and he reached under her and pinched her nipple.

“Do you want to make it twenty?”

“Ouch!  No!  I’m sorry, Sir.  Please, Sir!”

“Better,” he said as he released her nipple.  “Be still.”

“Yes, Sir.”

The first slap burned like fire against her painful ass.  She moaned into the covers and clenched around Mark’s dick.  He groaned and slapped her four more times in quick succession.  Each one hurt worse than the previous.  She moaned with relief when he stopped and rubbed her clit.

“Oh God,” she gasped.  “Oh fuck, oh God, that’s so good, that… no!”

Mark had stopped touching her and her entire body screamed for relief.  She was on the precipice of an orgasm and she writhed frantically beneath him.  He pushed in deeper, pinning her to the bed with his cock and one heavy hand on her lower back.

Without speaking he spanked her five more times.  Her wails of pain turned into moans of pure delight when he held her hips and fucked her with hard and heavy thrusts. 

“Fuck, you’re so goddamn fucking tight.”  Her Master’s voice held only a thread of control. 

His hand slipped beneath them and the moment the pads of his fingers rubbed across her clit, she climaxed.  Her scream was muffled by the bed covers as her body shook and her pussy tightened around Mark’s dick.  The pleasure rolled through her, blotting out the pain in her ass as Mark drove in and out of her pussy.

He thrust deep, pinning her to the bed and she was only vaguely aware of his hoarse shout as he came deep inside of her.  When he collapsed on her, she made a moan of discomfort and he pulled out of her before rolling to her side.  She kept her face buried in the covers, heaving air in and out of her lungs.  Mark sat up and she flinched when she felt the cold liquid on her ass.

“Ouch,” she muttered into the covers.

His warm hand rubbed her lower back.  “It’ll help, Ames.”

She relaxed into the bed, letting him rub the cool liquid all over her stinging ass before he urged her onto her side.  She was shaking and weak as a kitten and she could barely help Mark when he tugged the covers out from under her body.  He climbed in beside her and she muttered in annoyance when he made her sit up.

“Drink some water, baby.”

He placed a water bottle to her lips and she drank nearly half the bottle before he pulled it away.

“Okay?”  He asked.

“Yes.”

She wanted to lie down.  She wanted to sleep.  She was so tired and the intensity of the spanking and the orgasm had wrung every last inch of strength from her.  “Tired.”

“I know, baby.  Lie down.”

She collapsed on her side and he pulled the covers up around them before spooning her.

“Mark?”  Her voice was thick with sleep.

“Yeah?”

“I liked it.”

“Good.  I liked it too.  Go to sleep now.”

 

* * *

 

When her alarm went off on her cell phone, she groped for it and shut it off.  The warmth of Mark’s body was no longer against her back.  She was alone in the bed.  Disappointed but not surprised, she sat up and rubbed her hand through her hair.   She had packed her work clothes in her small suitcase. If she hurried, she might actually have time to go to Starbucks before driving to the office.  She slid naked from the bed and winced and grabbed her ass.

“Ouch!  Shit, that hurts.”

There was a full-length mirror attached to the far wall.  She stood with her back to it and stared over her shoulder.  Her ass wasn’t red anymore, but it was tender and sore.  She shuffled backwards to get a closer look.  Holy crap, there was a bruise on the bottom of her left ass cheek.  It was light, and the shape wasn’t perfect, but it was a handprint.

Mark’s handprint.

The muscles in her stomach and pussy clenched in perfect harmony.  Mark’s handprint was bruised onto her ass and not only did it not upset her - it was turning her on.

She walked into the attached bathroom and used it before brushing her teeth and showering.  She stood in the steamy bathroom, wrapped in a towel and staring at herself in the fogged-up mirror.

“You liked it.”  She told her reflection. 

The words made her feel a little ashamed.  She straightened her back and said, “You liked it when Mark spanked you and there’s nothing wrong with that.”

She repeated the phrase twice more before leaving the bedroom.  She thought she would like to be spanked but the level at which it turned her on was a little shocking.  Even though Mark’s spanking was more painful than she thought it would be.  Despite what he’d told her, there was still a small part of her that believed he would never be able to spank her hard.

Tell that to the bruise on your ass.

She grinned a little as she pulled on her clothes then packed her suitcase with her toiletries and the clothes she wore to the club last night.  She’d been completely wrong, and she didn’t mind a bit.  Mark’s spanking had hurt like hell, but she hadn’t even been close to saying her safe word.  It hadn’t even entered her head to say it.  She liked the way it felt when she was bent over his lap, helpless against him and having to bend to his will.  She liked it a lot.

You know, normal women don’t like being spanked.  They don’t call the guy they’re fucking ‘Master’ or ‘Sir’, and get wet when they’re called a slave.  They don’t wonder how hard of a spanking they can take.  They don’t assume a slave position or crawl to –

The knock at the door was a welcome relief from her inner thoughts.  She didn’t need to be reminded that she had weird tastes in bed.  She was well aware of it. 

She opened the door.  Mark was standing in the hallway and he handed her the Starbucks cup in his hand.  “Morning.”

“Hi.”  She was suddenly feeling shy and she sipped at the coffee as Mark stepped into the room.  “Thank you for this.”

“You’re welcome.”

There was a moment of awkward silence.  Mark tugged on his earlobe.  “How do you feel?”

“Good.  Uh, my butt is a little sore.”  She had the sudden urge to lift up her skirt and show him the bruise on her ass.  She squelched it down fiercely.

She wondered if he would apologize for spanking her and was relieved when he didn’t.  “I tucked a bottle of lotion in your purse.  Rub it into your skin in the morning and before bed.”

“Okay.  Thanks.”

He just nodded, his hand inching up to tug at his earlobe again.

“This is it for us, isn’t it?”  She said.

“Nothing has changed, Amy.”

“It has,” she argued.  “We found out I like to be spanked.”

“We still can’t have a relationship.”

Tired of the same argument, she admitted defeat.  “Yeah, I know.  Thanks for the coffee.  I need to get to the office.”  She crossed the room to get her suitcase and purse.

“Wait.”

His Dom voice made her stop immediately.  Fuck, would it ever not work on her?

“Are you going to come back to the club?”

“Maybe.”  She studied the coffee cup in her hand.  “I liked last night a lot.  I want to try other things.  I want to be spanked again, I want to explore the master/slave roleplaying.  I want to learn how to,” her cheeks flamed red, “please my Master.”

“I don’t want you playing with another Dom.”  His voice was hard and tight.

“That’s not really your decision to make.”  She swung her purse over her shoulder.

“Let me be your teacher,” he said.

Her head lifted, and she stared at him.  “You don’t want to have a relationship with me.”

“No, I can’t have a relationship with you,” he corrected.  “But I can teach you the art of submission.  There’s a lot to learn and I don’t want an inexperienced Dom trying to teach you.”

“And once you’ve taught me how to be submissive?”  She asked.  “Then what?”

“You’ll know what to expect from a Dom and can find one that you’re compatible with,” he said.  “If you enjoy being a submissive.”

“You think I won’t?  I thought it was pretty clear last night that I enjoyed it.”

His gaze drifted to her pelvis then back to her face.  “Enjoying a spanking doesn’t mean that you’ll enjoy giving up total control in the bedroom all the time.”

“Fair enough.  So, let’s see,” she walked toward him, stopping when she was only a few inches away from him, “you’re offering me the chance to be with you but only in a Dom/sub relationship.  Once you’ve taught me how to be a good little submissive, you’ll hand me over to another Dom.  Is that right?”

He flinched, and she immediately regretted her harsh tone.  “Mark, I - ”

“This is the best I can offer you, Ames,” he said.  “I know how it makes me look.”

“Then why offer it?”

“Because I want to be with you and it’s the only way.”

“No, it isn’t the only way.”  Her voice was gentle.  “But I understand why you think it is.”

A muscle in his jaw ticked, ticked, ticked.

“Do you ever have vanilla sex?”  She wanted to reach out and touch that ticking muscle.

“Yes.  But not with a…slave.”

“When was the last time you had vanilla sex?”

“Francine.”

“Your University girlfriend?”  She couldn’t keep the surprise out of her voice.

“Yes.”

“So, we wouldn’t ever have vanilla sex?”

“No.  If you agree to this, you’re my slave, not my girlfriend.  This is strictly me teaching you about this lifestyle and nothing more.” 

His brutal honesty clawed at her insides but there was a part of her that was grateful for his honesty. 

“The master/slave thing is only in the bedroom?”

“Yes, bedroom only,” he replied.

“Can I think about it?” 

The muscle ticked more rapidly.  “Of course.”

“Okay.  Thank you again for last night and for the coffee.”

“I’ll carry your suitcase to your car.”  Mark moved past her and picked up her suitcase.

This was the Mark she knew and loved.  Thoughtful and considerate and a gentleman.

You love the other Mark too.  In fact, the Mark who spanks you and collars you and makes you call him Sir is just as appealing.  Admit it.

Yes, she supposed that was true.  Still, it didn’t mean she should just accept what he was offering.

“Ready?”  He was already standing at the door.

“Yes.”  She followed him out into the hallway.