After the cold floor, I was grateful for the hot water of the shower. I scrubbed myself, carefully washing all trace of the auction house away. Discovering body wash in my favorite scent cheered me, a happy coincidence. Finally feeling clean, I turned off the water and wrapped myself in a huge soft towel. Methodically, I brushed and dried my hair, the familiar actions soothing my ragged nerves. I took as long as I dared to, and by the time I was ready to leave the bathroom, I felt calm and in control of myself once more.
As my thoughts cleared, the face of my 'owner' kept reappearing. For some reason he seemed familiar. Dark hair and eyes, a proud nose, the faint accent when he spoke... where had I seen him before? There had been no clues to his true identity in the rooms I'd seen. But especially when he smiled, I was sure that I'd seen him before, somewhere. Wracking my mind, I left the bathroom.
The nerves the shower had soothed flared back into jangling life at the sight of the bed. After the bright lights of the bathroom, I could barely make out its bulk in the dark bedroom. Truly massive, it had four thick pillars holding up a heavy velvet canopy. As my eyes adjusted, I saw the flickers of firelight glinting off of satin sheets, and how the lush bedspread was turned down invitingly. It was a bed made for romance, but I'd only be having sex in it, my virginity sold for hard cash to an unscrupulous man. If only I hadn't needed the money so very badly, I'd have run right then, despite being lost and naked. But I didn't.
I took a strangled breath and gathered my courage. "Hello?" In the dim light I couldn't see if I was alone or not. There was no response. Maybe he hadn't returned yet? Barely daring to hope, I crossed the room. The bed was empty. A relieved sigh escaped me, and I sat down abruptly as my trembling knees gave out. After another long moment passed in silence, I took a deep breath and laid down, sliding in between the cool sheets. I couldn't bring myself to take off the towel and kept its dubious protection tightly wrapped around me. I was stiff with nerves, lying flat on my back but as more quiet minutes ticked past, I gradually relaxed. It had been a long and stressful day, and the bed was so soft. I sank into it, curling onto my side and cuddling a down pillow close. Darkness rose around me and, despite my lingering fears, my eyes drifted shut.
I woke slowly, sleepily resisting a tug on my towel. Warm fingers were gently coaxing it down my body, but the sheets were chilly, and I grumbled a drowsy complaint, slapping the hands away. Full awareness returned with a rush, though, when the blanket was abruptly thrown back and my towel painfully yanked out from under me, tumbling me onto my back. "Hey!" I shivered as cool air swept around my sleep-flushed limbs and turned to glare at my tormentor. He sat beside me on the bed, legs crossed and bare-chested, his hair charmingly ruffled. I scowled at him, but his serene expression didn't even flicker.
"Now what did I say about resisting me? I believe you've earned yourself another correction, darling." His deep voice was soothing, almost hypnotic, but then his meaning sank in. I hadn't resisted anything but being cold! I opened my mouth to argue the point, but an eager glint in his eye convinced me to bite my tongue instead. He seemed entirely too eager to find reasons to punish me! His eyes drifted downwards, and I blushed, realizing that I was naked in front of a man for the first time. I wrapped my arms around my breasts, suddenly shy. He arched an eyebrow at this attempt at modesty, but thankfully didn't take it as further 'resistance' to his whims. "Roll onto your stomach."
I stared at him for a long moment, considering genuine resistance and he arched that damned eyebrow again. Then I sighed and obeyed his command, turning over to lay face-down on the soft bed, arms at my sides. I told myself that I was just trying to avoid additional punishment, but the truth was that a wicked flicker of curiosity had sprung to life in me. Exactly what sort of punishment did he have in mind? Surely he wouldn't actually hurt me!
Excited and nervous, I closed my eyes and held perfectly still as he moved to straddle my bare legs. His silken boxers slid across my thighs, a warm weight that pinned my upper legs to the bed. My breath rushed out in a sigh as he ran his fingers down my back, lightly brushing my skin, and I shivered as goose-bumps rose in response to that teasing touch. As his warm hands massaged my back, I slowly relaxed under him, enjoying the sensuous caress, a rising tide of warmth filling me. "You are so beautiful, darling. Untouched and innocent..."
I gasped as his finger ran down the cleft of my ass. The foreign sensation made me want to squirm but I forced myself to hold still as he smoothed his hands over my ass, gently squeezing the soft flesh. When his fingers returned to gently probe the soft cleft between my cheeks, the growing warmth inside me twisted, a curious tension starting to build. I tried to ignore the strange feelings and relax, but I yelped when his flat palm smacked hard against my ass.
"Hey!" My ass stung as another heavy slap fell across both cheeks. "Ouch!" I twisted around to glare at him, indignant.
"The more you protest, the more I have to punish you, darling. Surely that's obvious by now?" I sputtered at this bit of condescension and he grinned down at me tauntingly. Even as I glared at him, though, I couldn't help but appreciate the sexy picture he presented. His wide shoulders and his muscled chest glowed warmly in the firelight and the urge to run my hands all over that smooth tanned flesh was nearly undeniable.
Another hard slap on my ass, however, reminded me of my role in this odd game he was playing. With a muffled groan, I forced myself to lie back down on the bed, and he ran a pleased hand down my back. "Hold still for me, darling."
He spanked me slowly at first, clearly relishing each slap he laid on my poor ass. My skin grew hot under his palm, flushed and rosy as each careful blow made me flinch, my hands knotting in the silky sheets. It hurt, but I stayed silent as long as possible, until a sharp strike where in the tender crease where my ass met my leg made me yelp. He ran a soothing hand down my back once more. "I know it hurts, darling. Be as loud as you want."
As he picked up the pace, I soon lost all self-control, twisting and sobbing under his sharp slaps. The reddened skin on my abused ass became incredibly sensitive and the pain of the spanking began to transform into a curious pleasure, sharp-edged and hot. As I squirmed and whimpered, my pussy began to throb in time with his punishing slaps, moist heat pooling between my legs. Sensing the change in my response, he began to alternate spanks with soothing caresses, fingers dipping shallowly between my ass-cheeks and tracing down my thighs.
"You like this, don't you." He murmured, running his fingers even lower, for the first time brushing against the glistening folds of my pussy. I gasped as a surge of pleasure shot through me at that teasing touch. He chuckled, wiping his fingers on my flaming ass, painting it with my nectar. "What a naughty girl you are."
Thinking he had finally finished punishing me, I relaxed, and his last slap surprised a pained squeal from me. I couldn't help turning for a reproachful stare, and he smiled down at me. "You wear my handprints beautifully, darling. And your response is delightful." I flushed at his words, ashamed of my arousal and yet oddly proud of it.
He framed my ass with strong hands, spreading my ass-cheeks wide. I trembled underneath him as he ran his thumb down my cleft, brushing against the tender ring newly exposed. His hand continued tracing downward, spreading the slick folds of my throbbing pussy until I moaned. He probed gently, sliding a finger-tip into my virgin entrance, and I clenched reflexively at the intrusion. He chuckled, flexing his finger until I gasped. "Are you ready for me?" I whimpered as he slid in another finger, stretching my tight pussy painfully. "Actually, I have a better idea."
Pulling his finger free, he slid down my body until I could feel his breath against the hot skin of my ass. I jerked when he kissed one reddened cheek, his slight stubble abrading my sensitized skin. He smoothed a hand over the base of my spine calmingly, and then spread my ass-cheeks once more. I felt totally exposed and vulnerable, my most private areas exposed between the hard hands pinning me in place. Panting, I forced myself to remain still when every nerve screamed to push him away. To my surprise, though, he spoke, his warm breath tickling my ass. "Tell me why you're still a virgin."
I froze for a second, and his hands tightened on my ass, long fingers biting into my tender skin in clear warning. "I-I wanted to wait for marriage." I mumbled into the bed. He laid a kiss on my ass for that bit of honesty. Expecting more questions, I gasped as he instead began to lick and nibble the sensitized skin of my ass. The heat of his mouth on my skin started to knot the strange tension inside me once more as he worked his way down to the puckered ring of my asshole. I wanted to stop him, dismayed at being touched that way, but the surging pleasure that filled me as his firm tongue slid down my cleft kept me silent. He pulled back before reaching it, though, and a strange disappointment filled me as he sat up.