For His Desire(24)

Elena felt a hard smack on her ass and she cried out in pain. There was no warm up and no teasing: just the hard whack of the wooden paddle against her naked ass.



Again and again Michael struck her. There was nothing playful in this paddling; Elena could feel that he was trying to teach her a lesson and she was determined to be strong and take it.



The rain of blows upon her bare flesh was intense and brutal and she cried, tears flowing down her cheeks. “It hurts,” she cried, not able to stop herself. She couldn’t hold in her feelings and though she cried, Michael continued with the paddle. She lost track of the number of times the paddle came down. It was not slow and sensual; it was quick and punishing and Elena tried to squirm within the tight ropes but she could not move. She was stuck in place, her ass an effective target for Michael’s paddle.



“You cannot search my files,” he said, the paddle striking to emphasize each work he spoke. Her ass felt as though it were on fire and his words stung her. Elena tried to settle into the pain, but the strikes were coming too quickly for her to get accustomed to them.



“I won’t,” Elena said, her voice raspy from crying. “I’m sorry.” She felt the apology coming from deep within, words that she spoke because she meant them – not just because she wanted to the paddling to end. Elena tensed, waiting for the next punishing strike, but Michael set aside the paddle, laying it on the desk next to Elena.



“This is my cane,” Michael said, placing the object in front of Elena’s face so she could see it. It was very thin and wooden, though Elena could not tell what kind of wood. She didn’t think it looked scary – especially compared to the paddle that was lying on the desk next to her. “I want you to count these. There will be five.”



Elena’s heart began racing, knowing that the punishment was not over. But five strikes would be bearable. She had never felt a cane, but decided it could not be worse than the paddle. Her ass still burned from the paddle.



She was so wrong.



The first strike of the cane took her breath away, the wood impacting roughly with her bare skin. “One,” she choked out. She pulled frantically at the ropes binding her hands, but she was stuck, unable to free herself. She convinced herself that she could not take any more of those, just as he struck her again. She screamed from the impact of the cane on her already reddened, tender ass.



She yelled out “two” as it struck her and she could feel the word catching in her throat. The next three strikes were delivered in quick succession and she wasn’t sure which was worse, the delay or the rapid fire. She screamed out the “three, four, five” and when Michael set the cane down, she was breathing hard and her arms and legs ached from straining against the ropes. “All done,” he said, his hand affectionately brushing her hair and he kissed the top of her head.



Elena felt grateful that they were done and even felt a measure of pride in herself. She settled into the bondage, relaxing. Only when she relaxed did she realized how aroused she was. Elena could feel the tension leaving her body, though the heat and the pain in her ass remained. Strangely, she also felt lighter, felt as though something important had transpired between them.



Elena closed her eyes and she felt Michael behind her, his hands on her hips, his hard cock pressed against her ass. She could feel his need and though she would not have thought it possible, Elena was soaked and Michael’s cock slid into her. He pushed hard into her, making her squirm within the ropes. Elena felt Michael’s cock fill her; as with the paddling, it was hard and fast, driving into her fiercely.



She had no control as Michael slammed into her, his body pressing hard against her, seemingly with no regard for her sore, punished ass. Her breasts pressed against the desk as he fucked her harder, faster, possessing her, owning her. Elena tried to keep up with him, tried moving against him but the ropes held her tightly in place.



“Michael, Michael,” she whimpered, the pain in her ass combined with the feeling of his cock thrusting into her exciting her more.



She tried to press her aching cunt into the desk, trying to get some relief from the arousal she was feeling, but there was nothing she could do. She was frustrated and wanted to touch her clit, but could not alleviate the neediness she felt. She wanted Michael to touch her, but he kept his hands on her hips.



Elena felt his release deep within her cunt and he pulled away from her. She lay her head down on the desk, unaware of what he was doing behind her, but she hoped that he would touch her. Even just a soft touch of her clit could bring a welcome release from the intense frustration she felt. Instead, she felt his hands on her again, gently brushing against her aching ass.