Finally, his hands were on her, running up her waistline to her throat, sending shivers of delight through her body, her heart pounding against the constricting fit of her corset. He unzipped the back of the skintight latex skirt, peeling it slowly from her sweat dampened skin. He’d already taken her panties during the drive over and she could feel the warm air on her pussy, exposed and raw in from of him and a room full of strangers she was trying to forget about.
“You’ve been looking forward to this moment all night, haven’t you? Perhaps much longer even?”
“Yes Sir, I...yes.” she admitted quietly, not knowing what else to say. She’d wanted to be spanked since she could remember, and after tonight she couldn’t wait for him to be the first one to do it.
“Sir? What are you going to do to me?” She asked breathlessly, already suspicious of his intentions.
“Well Helena, first I’m going to spank this beautiful ass of yours,” he began, gently pushing her forward onto the padded wooden bench, “I want to see how well you take to some light discipline.”
Her breathing quickened, she had longed to feel his strong hand on her backside since the moment they’d met, her skin felt alive with sensation, waiting eagerly for the discipline she’d craved for so long.
He fastened her wrists to a set of restraints dangling from the front, forcing her ass to stick up in the air salaciously, begging to be tormented for the very first time.
“I want you to count each one out...” Aiden instructed, “we’ll see if you can get to ten for now.”
He walked around her, studying her exquisite figure as she lay draped over the bench, her pale, unblemished derriere a ripe target for his hand.
The feeling of having her hands restrained was new, strange to her. Helena buried her face in the padding on the bench, unsure of what to expect or when he was going to do it. She tried to focus on the music pounding in the background, preparing herself as much as possible for a feeling she’d never experienced; a mix of fear and excitement coursing through her body.
The first one came suddenly, a stinging slap to her pristine flesh that caused her milky skin to blush, turning a soft shade of pink where this hand had struck her, awakening her senses in a more cruel and exquisite way than she’d ever thought possible.
The shock of it startled her, she’d never really been spanked before. Not as a child, as far as she could remember; and never in the bedroom. It hurt more than she expected, and she let out a loud yelp, completely forgetting his instructions.
“You’d better start counting or we could be here a long time,” Aiden snapped, reinforcing his words with another wicked slap to her right ass cheek; leaving his crimson handprint behind.
A rush of pleasure surged through her, overwhelming her shyness and snapping her out of the surreal daze she was in.
“Yes, Sir...One!” she declared, the searing heat on her backside still vivid in her mind. It was different than she’d thought, decidedly more painful but all the more delicious. She gritted her teeth, readying herself for his next assault.
“Two!”
The next blow came stronger than the others, a merciless crack across the backs of her thighs that sent a shock of pain up her legs, making her all too aware of the slow hunger beginning to build up in her neglected pussy, exposed for the whole room to see. She was ashamed to think of all the people who could see her so intimately, could perhaps even smell her arousal as clearly as she could.
She felt him draw his hand back; the tension in the air as she waited for his next strike. Everything seemed in slow motion, and she could almost sense the moment his strong hand would impact her delicate flesh.
“Threeeee!” she wailed, feeling the localized stinging give way to a more general burning that radiated up her thighs, making her skin tender and swollen.
He caressed her rosy backside, feeling the heat coming off her skin, streaked with red from his expert hand for the first time. She’d ached to feel his bare skin on hers and if it must come at the expense of some pain so be it. She welcomed it.
“Good girl,” he acknowledged, “you learn quickly don’t you?”
“Yes Sir,” she replied quietly, unable to conjure up more than the most basic response.
She could hear people around her now, feel their eyes burning into her, watching as she
received the sweet suffering her Master so carefully provided her. Tears were welling in her eyes now, from the pain, the embarrassment of being so sordidly displayed; and from the sudden realization that this was what she had wanted---what she’d needed---for longer than even she knew.
His finger slid between her legs, feeling the slick well of moisture that had built up during her long awaited discipline. She felt weak and dazed, hungry to feel any part of him inside her, drowning in the juices he’d stirred up in her.