claimed you this very night. I am your Dom; therefore you must remember to obey me instantly and without reservation. You must trust that I always have your best welfare at heart. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir," Alice said. Her blood was rushing to her head, and she was becoming increasingly embarrassed. She knew that what she'd done was probably not really a punishable offense, but Victor was trying to make a point that he could and would punish her whenever he wanted. Part of her found that terribly exciting, and she felt her pussy clench, even as the ball of fear grew in the pit of her stomach at this new taste of the unknown. She tried to get a better grip on the hardwood floor with her toes, causing her bottom to move back and forth, she not realizing that her wriggling was inflaming her Dom.
Victor raised his arm and smiled down at his new little sub. "And remember: Your safeword is 'red'." He paused. "What did I just tell you your safeword is?"
"Red, Sir," Alice meekly replied.
Victor smiled, pleased, and lifted his hand, preparing to strike. He paused for a moment and then his hand fell.
Alice rose up on her toes, surprised at how hard his hand was. She bit her lip and stifled a groan. Victor's hand fell a dozen times, and Alice sought to cling to her composure as her bottom began to heat.
She recalled childhood spankings, delivered by her mother with the dreaded wooden spoon. They were never more than a few swats, delivered to her calves, and only a few times. They were nothing like this, and as the pain increased, Alice began to wriggle.
"Hold still, Little One. We have only just begun," Victor ordered.
Alice grimaced and tried to look back at Victor. Wasn't his hand beginning to hurt? With a sinking heart, she realized that he was undoubtedly very experienced at doing this and could probably continue for quite some time.
Victor was enjoying Alice's distress, and he loved the way her rosy cheeks danced under his hand. He could do this all night, he thought, but reminded himself that his sub was brand new to this, and he reluctantly slowed after twenty spanks that seemed terribly hard to Alice, but were—he knew—not that hard. Even so, Alice was softly crying by the time the spanks stopped and he'd begun to rub her stinging cheeks. After a couple of minutes he patted her gently and ordered her to rise.
Victor took Alice over to the couch and held her as she came to grips with her punishment. This first spanking could bring up many issues, he well knew. Any suppressed memories of punishment may well come to the forefront of her mind in the wake of her first real discipline as an adult.
He stroked Alice's hair and whispered how much he cared for her, how well she'd done. As he soothed her, Alice's tears began to escalate. This pleased Victor; he'd have been surprised if she didn't cry. It was important that she share her feelings with her Dom at all times, but especially after discipline. He tilted her head up and began to kiss her tears away.
"Tell me, Alice. What are you feeling?"
"I—I feel ashamed, and I'm so sorry. It was just hard for me to instantly obey. It's all so shocking and new."
"Of course it is difficult for you to give me your unquestioning obedience. You don't know me or trust me well enough yet."
"You—you know that?"
"Yes, but I can't condone it. Alice, I am very experienced in the art of dominance. When I give you an order, it is oftentimes for your safety and always because I think it is in your best interest."
Alice began to cry harder at this.
"Go on," he nudged, encouraging her to keep talking.
"I felt so … embarrassed, and it hurt, more than I thought it would. My mother used to use a wooden spoon, but I was never bare. I … I … I …," she hiccupped and suddenly grabbed him around his chest, holding on tightly. It—it made me feel little and naughty … and … I'm—I'm sorry!"
Victor smiled
"Yes, Sir," Alice said. Her blood was rushing to her head, and she was becoming increasingly embarrassed. She knew that what she'd done was probably not really a punishable offense, but Victor was trying to make a point that he could and would punish her whenever he wanted. Part of her found that terribly exciting, and she felt her pussy clench, even as the ball of fear grew in the pit of her stomach at this new taste of the unknown. She tried to get a better grip on the hardwood floor with her toes, causing her bottom to move back and forth, she not realizing that her wriggling was inflaming her Dom.
Victor raised his arm and smiled down at his new little sub. "And remember: Your safeword is 'red'." He paused. "What did I just tell you your safeword is?"
"Red, Sir," Alice meekly replied.
Victor smiled, pleased, and lifted his hand, preparing to strike. He paused for a moment and then his hand fell.
Alice rose up on her toes, surprised at how hard his hand was. She bit her lip and stifled a groan. Victor's hand fell a dozen times, and Alice sought to cling to her composure as her bottom began to heat.
She recalled childhood spankings, delivered by her mother with the dreaded wooden spoon. They were never more than a few swats, delivered to her calves, and only a few times. They were nothing like this, and as the pain increased, Alice began to wriggle.
"Hold still, Little One. We have only just begun," Victor ordered.
Alice grimaced and tried to look back at Victor. Wasn't his hand beginning to hurt? With a sinking heart, she realized that he was undoubtedly very experienced at doing this and could probably continue for quite some time.
Victor was enjoying Alice's distress, and he loved the way her rosy cheeks danced under his hand. He could do this all night, he thought, but reminded himself that his sub was brand new to this, and he reluctantly slowed after twenty spanks that seemed terribly hard to Alice, but were—he knew—not that hard. Even so, Alice was softly crying by the time the spanks stopped and he'd begun to rub her stinging cheeks. After a couple of minutes he patted her gently and ordered her to rise.
Victor took Alice over to the couch and held her as she came to grips with her punishment. This first spanking could bring up many issues, he well knew. Any suppressed memories of punishment may well come to the forefront of her mind in the wake of her first real discipline as an adult.
He stroked Alice's hair and whispered how much he cared for her, how well she'd done. As he soothed her, Alice's tears began to escalate. This pleased Victor; he'd have been surprised if she didn't cry. It was important that she share her feelings with her Dom at all times, but especially after discipline. He tilted her head up and began to kiss her tears away.
"Tell me, Alice. What are you feeling?"
"I—I feel ashamed, and I'm so sorry. It was just hard for me to instantly obey. It's all so shocking and new."
"Of course it is difficult for you to give me your unquestioning obedience. You don't know me or trust me well enough yet."
"You—you know that?"
"Yes, but I can't condone it. Alice, I am very experienced in the art of dominance. When I give you an order, it is oftentimes for your safety and always because I think it is in your best interest."
Alice began to cry harder at this.
"Go on," he nudged, encouraging her to keep talking.
"I felt so … embarrassed, and it hurt, more than I thought it would. My mother used to use a wooden spoon, but I was never bare. I … I … I …," she hiccupped and suddenly grabbed him around his chest, holding on tightly. It—it made me feel little and naughty … and … I'm—I'm sorry!"
Victor smiled
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