DangerousLust by Lila Dubois Page A

my bright-pink
nipples.
    Master Clay’s hand slid over the cheeks of my ass once more.
“Have you ever been spanked?”
    “No, Master.”
    “But you enjoyed the idea of spanking, don’t you?”
    “Yes, Master. But not the little schoolgirl spanking.”
    “That’s a shame, because you alone out of every sub I ever
worked with could pull off a little schoolgirl look. But I also understand why
at your age would not want to be perceived as any younger. It is only later in
your life that you want that once more.”
    I frowned, not liking the way he was describing me, and
doubting that I would ever want to play the little Catholic schoolgirl. That
just seemed creepy. Before I could get too obsessed with thinking about that
his hands slid from my butt down to the back of my knees and up again. I
stretched into his touch like a cat enjoying being petted. I didn’t mean to, I
just reacted.
    “I think a good twenty spanks will be enough. You will still
feel it tomorrow, and it will hurt, but I think you’ll enjoy it too. I know I
will enjoy it and that’s why we’re doing it.”
    Without further warning he spanked me. My butt jiggled from
the swat and the sound was far scarier than the actual contact. I liked it. I’d
expected I would—I loved pictures and videos of girls bent over a lap—but I
hadn’t quite imagined how much I would enjoy it.
    I secretly wished that I were over his knee. Wished I could
squirm against him, could feel if spanking me was making him hard. I didn’t
like the stocks—at least not right now. I wanted to see what was going on. I
wanted to feel him.
    Smack.
    The second spank landed on my other ass cheek, the sound
just as loud, the sting just as pleasurable. He alternated cheeks, each spank a
little bit louder than the last, and as the spanking progressed I realized each
blow was a little bit harder.
    My ass was warm and by the time he reached sixteen I was
jerking and jumping with each blow that fell. He was really spanking me now.
Instead of a little crack sound each blow made a solid thwunk as
it connected. He held his hand in place rather than pulling it back and that
seemed to burn the sensation into my flesh.
    Another spank and I danced in place, bending my knees and
shuffling my feet.
    “Ouch. Ouch.” I was unable to keep quiet any longer.
    Master Clay rubbed my bottom.
    “It hurts, doesn’t it?”
    “Yes, Master. It hurts more than I thought.”
    “Submissives are always surprised by the fact that spankings
hurt. I’m not sure why but I found this to be true. I think that’s my favorite
part.”
    He rubbed one finger in my pussy. “You are enjoying this,”
he said when he felt how wet I was.
    “Yes, Master.” I was once more a messy collection of desire
and dark arousal.
    “I’m glad,” he said, “but you are so delectable when being
spanked that I’m afraid I would spank you no matter what.”
    The masterful words had me shivering in pleasure. “Yes,
Master, I’m glad I can please you.”
    “Oh you do, Leona. You do. I want you to count these last
four and thank me for each one.”
    Smack.
    I yelped, dancing in place. When the pain abated I did as I was
ordered. “Seventeen. Thank you, Master Clay.”
    I counted out the last three, each of which was harder than
the last. By the time I whispered, “Twenty. Thank you, Master Clay,” I was
crying.
    I stood there, bent at the waist, unable to move, while
Master Clay walked away. The spanking seemed to have taken the last of my
control, the last of my emotional reserves. When he took off the upper pieces
and helped me to stand, all I could do was stand there and sway. I was caught
between emotional and physical exhaustion, between a bone-deep need to come and
a strange stasis. I was so conflicted that I did nothing. Rather than crumple
to the floor or turn and jump Master Clay, I simply stood there, waiting.
    “Straddle the Sybian machine, Leona. You’re going to fuck
yourself on it until you come while you suck