Dimitri's Forbidden Submissive(121)

Her Master didn’t look up, but his jaw clenched and she dropped her head in defeat. After Alex’s lecture combined with the knowledge of the torture they’d had to endure made her feel like shit for sneaking away like some spoiled teenager. Without a doubt she hurt the man she loved, deeply, and she wanted to make up for it. Her pride was gone at this point, and at the first burning smack of Maks’ hand against her bottom, she cried out.

After ten swats she was trying to dance away from Maks’ hand, but he wasn’t allowing it.

Dimitri finally looked up and said in English in a bored tone, “You have my permission to spank her bare-assed.”

She tried to catch her Master’s gaze, but he returned to staring at the papers on his desk, leaving her alone to face her punishment. When Maks lifted her dress and slid her panties down, she didn’t resist, instead lifting her feet so he could toss her underwear over to the side. Even though her pussy and ass were bare to the room, there was nothing sexual about it. She’d never been spanked as a punishment before, and she hated how cold, how impersonal it felt. There was no reassurance, no sense that Maks was enjoying this, just anger and pain.

The next slap hurt, really hurt, and she bit her lip, trying to keep from screaming. She could do this; she would do this. Whatever she had to endure to get Dimitri to forgive her she would do. Her poor Master must have lost his mind when he found out she’d snuck off and she could only imagine all the terrible things he’d thought before she’d been found. Then to find out that his paranoia was justified, that she had been instantly approached by someone that could be considered an enemy, it made her hate herself.

An especially hard slap caught her just right and she bit her lower lip, tasting blood as she choked on a scream.

The brush of her dress being lowered over her abused ass made her suck in a breath.

Dimitri said in a low voice, “Go kneel in the corner facing the wall.”

She stumbled over to the nearest corner, kneeling as he’d said and whimpering in discomfort as her tender ass rested on her heels. Her breath came in hitches and she was a heartbeat away from hysterical tears again. Being ignored by Dimitri was the worst; she hated it even more than Alex’s lecture and Maks’ spanking. At the memory of the look of disappointment in Alex’s eyes renewed tears fell and she sucked at her wounded lower lip.

The men behind her talked for a long time in Russian and her mind began to drift, exhaustion pulling at her. She rested her forehead against the wall, the pins and needles in her legs having long ago faded to numbness. Her ass still hurt, but it was a distant pain and she closed her eyes, her breathing becoming more even as she drifted into darkness.



Warmth surrounded her and Rya moaned softly as her sore ass rested on something scratchy. She shifted, turning over on her front and found her cheek resting on a damp, solid chest. Slowly opening her eyes, she found herself in the massive bathtub in Dimitri’s bathroom, surrounded by candles and held by her Master. It took a moment for her mind to fully surface from her sleep, but when it did she pushed up out of his arms.

Dimitri made a hushing noise and pulled her back against him, brushing his lips over her temple. “Shhh, easy zaika moya.”

“I’m so sorry,” she whispered and blinked as new tears burned her eyes.

“I know you are.” He ran a soothing hand down her back. “You must promise me you’ll never do that again. Swear it.”

“I swear it.” She threw her arms around his neck and hugged him, burying her face against his neck. “I’m so, so sorry, it was selfish and…”

“Rya, it is over. You took your punishment. There will be no more.” She cried with relief and slowly relaxed as he continued to pet her. “But why did you do it? Do I not give you everything you need? What can I do to make you happy here?”

“No, no you give me everything I need, I just…I’m used to being alone, to doing whatever I want whenever I want without answering to anyone. I’ve never been trapped like this before.”

“You feel trapped?”

“Yes, but it’s not your fault and I’m trying to deal with it.”

“I make you feel trapped?”

The hurt in his voice made her lean up and look him in the eyes. “No, no. You never make me feel trapped. This situation does, but you, never. You could lock me up in a room with you for a hundred years and I would never feel trapped. I love you.”

He pulled her close and rained kisses on her face. “When I heard that my father had contacted you…Rya you have no idea how badly things could have gone.”