On Becoming His - Lessons Learned by Cassandre Dayne Page A

scream and shout she didn’t give a flying fuck about having any. Here she was cursing again. A lump appeared in her throat and there was no way she could swallow the golf ball sized bunch of bile. Breathe and control. Breathe and control. As if the damn mantra was going to help.
    “You’re learning to follow rules but there are days you purposely try me. You do realize that, don’t you?”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    Luke exhaled slowly, his hand putting pressure on the small of her back. “Why do you do that to me, to us?”
    “I don’t know.”
    “I think you do.”
    Blood rushed to Jessie’s head as she tried to think about a different way to answer the same question. She’d said it all to him. Hadn’t she? “Because I need your guidance and control, your strong hand.”
    “ Mmm… All right. I’ll accept that tonight.”
    She heard movement and the second the feel of the cool wood slipped across her naked skin she moaned. There wasn’t a part of her body that wasn’t trembling. One. Two. Three. Four. Somehow counting didn’t help.
    “Discipline is about love and about helping you understand when you’ve done something wrong and also allowing you to know how much I love you. I do love you. I simply don’t like your willful ways. They’re something I’m not going to accept any longer. Do you understand what I’m saying, Jezebel?”
    These were the tim es she loathed her name. “Yes, Sir.” She didn’t want to disappoint him and every day she tried to follow his rules, albeit she generally sucked at doing so half the time. Jessie wanted to smack herself. They weren’t strict by any means. Luke wasn’t a harsh or restrictive Dom. Then why couldn’t she follow the simplest requests without mouthing off? Yeah, she needed this more than most submissives. She had to. “Yes, Sir.”
    “Good girl.”
    Crack! Pop!
    “Oh!” Jessie struggled in his hold as the sharp stings sent a pulse of pain up from her toes.
    “You’re going to learn to obey and I’m here to help you in your training.”
    Slap! Crack! Pop!
    Biting her lip to keep from screaming she blinked furiously, surprised tears were already in her eyes.
    Crack! Crack! Slap!
    “Good girl. You’re doing very well.”
    No, no. I’m not a good girl, I’m…
    Pop! Slap!
    “Ouch!” The last slaps were much harder than the ones before, the force jerking her up, her legs flailing.
    “Lie still.” Luke’s voice was filled with a dark yet very quiet command. He stopped and rubbed her ass cheeks, the touch of his fingers gentle .
    Panting, she slapped her hands against the floor and giggled nervously as her left leg continued to twitch. A sting was there, painful but not too bad.
    Whoosh! Crack! Slap! Pop!
    “Fuck!” The volley of harsh slaps sent white-hot shards of current directly into every cell in her body. As Luke continued her spanking, she could only wonder whether or not she was going to be able to sit down in the morning. Tears slipped past her eyelashes.
    “When I ask you to do something, you’re going to do so without question. Yes, Jezebel?” Luke asked as he leaned over her.
    “Yes, Sir. God, yes.” Was her voice even audible?
    Crack! Whoosh!
    The spanking continued and she heard his soothing voice as well as the comments he was making, his encouraging words of love and obedience. While she tried to hear him, longed to comprehend and acknowledge, she simply wasn’t able to vocalize her thoughts. Bubbles formed and slipped past her lips as she began to sob and not at all from the pain. She was reduced to a woman longing to feel good again, hoping he’d understand she was very sorry.
    Crack!
    “That’s enough. You’ve done very well,” Luke said, his voice soft and sensuous.
    Jessie grunted as her nails dug into the thin rug. “Ooohhhh…” This was much more humiliating than any time he’d spanked her before. Her ass was on fire and her legs shaking, but a quiet peace was already wrapping around her body, sending a shower of