My belly quivered, and although it wasn’t resistance I felt, neither was it a desire to please. I wanted him to make me. It would be easier if he made me.
No words came while we stood there and I hoped he could read not defiance but an inability to speak or move in my eyes.
“Up against the wall, Lily.”
I tried to open my mouth but couldn’t. Instead, I pulled my arms tighter to my sides, my shoulders rounding a little. That prickling feeling was back and it was all over. I stood there staring at him, watching his expression change as I shook my head no.
“That’s not how good girls behave,” he said calmly. “Shame.” He walked over to me and somehow, I didn’t move away. His eyes weren’t angry, not like they had been when I’d tried to stab him with those ridiculous clippers. They looked as though he wasn’t entirely surprised by my non-action.
“You’re not shy all of a sudden, are you?” he asked, gripping me by the back of my neck. “I’ve seen and touched every inch of you and, if I recall,” he continued, walking me toward the bed, “you liked it,” he said. He looked at me with a wicked grin on his face, his hand squeezing hard.
“You’re hurting me,” I managed, still not fighting but not quite compliant either.
“Get the strap and hand it to me,” he said.
I tried to pull away at that but when I did, he shifted his grip to take a fistful of my hair instead.
“Ow!” I clamped my hand around his wrist, trying to pull him off.
“And then get on your hands and knees on the bed. Ass to me, your face buried in the mattress.”
“No.”
He carried on as if I’d not said a word. “If I have to get it myself and hold you down to punish you, you’ll take twenty strokes, but if you can show me you can obey, it’ll only be ten,” he said, shaking me once, forcing me to look at him. “What will it be?”
“I’m sorry. Please, I don’t want that strap…”
He tugged again.
“I’ll do what you say. I’ll stand at the wall like you said.”
“You keep missing the opportunities I give you, Lily. First the shower and a decent breakfast, and now a simple order to stand at the wall for inspection. Am I holding you down or are you bending over and offering your ass for your strokes?” he asked. “That’s the choice we’re working with now. I’ll count to three, and if you haven’t decided, I’ll assume you want the twenty. One.”
“Wait. No.”
“Two”
“Lake…”
He opened his mouth.
“Ten! I want ten! Please!”
“Please, what?”
“Please, Sir!”
He released me instantly and gestured to the strap. Tears of panic filled my eyes. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go. I squeezed my eyes shut and forced a deep breath in before opening them again. “Please Lake, I’m sorry. Can we just start again? Please?”
“Strap, Lily.”
I was already crying by the time I took the strap from the wall. The leather felt strange in my trembling hands, thick and flexible, frightening. I handed it to him, wanting to get rid of it. He took it and gestured to the bed. My tears came faster, but I obeyed. I was getting strapped; that was a certainty. All I had control over was whether I was getting ten or twenty strokes.
I knelt on the bed with my back to him, wiped my face, and planted my hands, waiting.
“Almost there. Get down on your elbows and get your face down on the bed. Ass up in the air and don’t move.”
I did it, somehow, moved into the position he wanted me in. The palm of his hand came to my low back and pressed so my hips lifted higher.
“Just like that,” he said, stepping back. Then, a few moments later, while I waited, unable to breathe, to blink, to think, “I like your ass, Lily.”
I gasped when he struck.
“I like looking at it, and I like punishing it.” Another lash had me crying out and breaking position so he had to wait until I was once again ready to take the next stroke.
“I’m going to like fucking it, too.” Another stroke. “And I most definitely”—two more stripes burned into me—”prefer it striped red to pristine white.”
He didn’t speak after that but laid each stroke with hardly a break between them, concentrating on my sit spots. Ten strokes that felt like a hundred and I wasn’t sure how I had taken the punishment of the previous night. Or was it the previous day? I didn’t even know anymore.
When the ten were over, I remained in position on the bed, shaking. Lake hung the strap up and came back to me, sitting down on the bed and petting my hair.
“Shh, it’s over now. You think you can get into position for that inspection now?” he asked almost kindly, even though we both knew he wasn’t asking at all.
I wiped my face and nodded even while I still cried. The skin of my ass felt tight and hot and he had to help me off the bed, my legs were shaking so badly. I managed to move though, managed to get to the wall where he stood me. Managed to get my hands on top of my head and my legs spread to shoulder width, sniffling while Lake looked me over.
“You could have avoided all of that, you know,” he said, taking a tissue and wiping my eyes and nose while I nodded. “Remember it the next time you’re told to do something, Lily.”
I sucked in a shaky breath and nodded again, lowering my gaze, but he took hold of my chin gently and lifted my face to look up at him.
“What do you say, Lily?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir.”
He smiled and some part of me felt almost proud at that. “Good girl. Now let’s have a look at you.”
He stepped back a little and my inspection began.
He didn’t speak so much as mutter sounds of approval as he lifted each of my breasts, slapping them softly. He squeezed one hardened nipple, making me cry out, making it difficult to keep my hands where they were. He then trailed his fingertips over my belly and down to my sex. He leaned down and pressed his thumb against the stubble there. I was normally waxed bare but it had been a few weeks. He clucked his tongue and looked at me. “We’ll have to take care of this,” he said. “Don’t want you looking sloppy.” He straightened then and patted my hip. “You know how this is going to go, right? Turn around, take your legs wider and bend over. Hands around your ankles.”
Why this still made me flush with embarrassment I wasn’t sure. The expression in his eyes was hard, inflexible, and I knew I had no choice. I had to get through this. Why did it matter anyway? He was right. He’d seen every inch of me. He’d fucked me. Why was this so damn hard?
I turned and widened my stance. He stepped back and audibly sucked in a breath as I bent and took hold of my ankles.
“You’ll want to avoid more spanking for the next few days at least,” he said, making me wince when he touched my welted bottom. He then spread my cheeks wide. “What’s this, Lily?” he asked, two fingers running over the folds of my sex. “You’re wet.”
I sucked in that breath when his hands slid forward and two fingers found my swollen clit.
“Do you like doing as you’re told?” he asked, rubbing harder, making me take one hand to the floor to support myself. “I’ll have to check you more closely next time I spank you,” he continued. “Maybe it’s the pain that gets you wet.”
“No,” I managed.
“No, I shouldn’t check you more closely or no, you don’t like the pain because something’s got you soaking here, girl?” As he said it, his other hand pulled my cheeks wider and a finger dipped into my pussy once, twice, before trailing the cleft up to my bottom hole and the pad of that finger, wet with my own arousal, began to circle my anus. “And this?” he asked, working my clit harder. When he pressed his finger into the tight hole, I sucked in a breath, all of my muscles tightening. “How tight is this hole?” he said more to himself than to me. “Has it ever been fucked?”
I groaned, clenching against him as he pushed in to one knuckle. It hurt a little but it was more the embarrassment than anything else.
The fingers working my clit were gone and I felt a light slap to my hip.
“When I ask you a question, you answer it,” he said, thrusting his finger into my ass, making me call out with the sudden pain of the rough intrusion. “I’m feeling generous so I’ll repeat myself. Have you ever been fucked in the ass, Lily?”
“No!”
“No, what?” he asked, pulling out and pushing in again, slowly this time.
“No, Sir.” I said, my reward his fingers returning to my clit. I hated this, hated wanting how it felt, hated him for making me want it.
“So you’ve never come with a cock in your ass?” he taunted, still slowly moving inside me, pulling all the way out then pushing back in. The sensation was so different from anything I’d felt before, so much more intense.
“No, Sir,” I said through a shudder.
“You’re tight, Lily, girl,” he said, “I’ll have to ready you to take my cock here.”
“No, no, no…” I began, rising a little, hating myself for not trying harder to pull away.