The Sevarian Way by Justine Elyot

the chest and returning with something he laid against her tingling cheeks, something flat and rectangular and made of a cold, smooth material, maybe wood.
    “Now for that paddling you’ve earned,” he promised.
    Suka wished she had a gag. She knew she was going to howl, all dignity long gone. Just the memory of the whip was enough to make her wince.
    The paddle met her flesh with a substantial whap , and at the same time as her yell of pain filled the room, the dildo inside her began to thrum, joining in with its clitoral equivalents.
    The pain and the pleasure were so close, yet so different, and yet one seemed to set off the other. Suka’s mind began to disintegrate, it was all too confusing. Which was pain? Which was pleasure? What was making her say ‘ouch’ and what was making her say ‘ooh’? It all seemed the same, one giant sensation made up of these conflicting parts—the deep, shocking jolt of the paddle, the insistent vibrations around and inside her pussy, the straining of her muscles, the clenching of her jaw.
    She came again after twenty hard strokes of the paddle, knowing her bottom must be deep, deep red and would likely be bruised for a while. Paul certainly didn’t hold back, but somehow this was good, this was right. If he’d gone easy on her, she would have been disappointed. This might be their last chance to do this—if so, she wanted her marks of memento.
    Paul wielded the paddle through her climax, concentrating on the overhang of her buttocks and the tops of her thighs. “I want you to feel this when you sit,” he told her. “I want you to remember this and learn from it.”
    “Yes, Sir,” she managed to say between smacks. Not much chance of ever forgetting this. And I’ve learned from it all right. I’ve learned that this is what I want. This is how I want to live.
    It wasn’t until he put the paddle down that she realised her whole body was trembling and her chest heaving fit to burst. The storm between her legs and on her behind had completely focused her, to the exclusion of lesser events, like the increasing soreness of her wrists and the discomfort of her feet in the high heels.
    “Don’t want to numb these cheeks,” said Paul, stroking her raging rear. “I’m a long way from finished yet.”
    Suka made an inarticulate sound that she didn’t even understand herself. Her own feelings were slipping away from her, becoming cloudy and unidentifiable. She did not know anything except that she wanted this to go on and on, even though her pussy was starting to feel wrung out and her whole body ached. She was falling through a wide dark sky of inner bliss. A word from her Academy project flew through her mind. Subspace . Was this it?
    “Are you feeling this, Suka ?” asked Paul gently, behind her shoulder, massaging it. “Are you feeling punished yet?”
    “ Mmm ,” was all she could say, pushing back into him, inviting him. Her bottom pressed into his rock hard thighs, and the vibrating dildo met the resistance of his firm flesh, increasing its potency. Rocking back against him, Suka came again, and he bent his lips to her neck and sucked through the orgasm.
    “That’s four, isn’t it?” he murmured. “Though I think you’re a bit beyond keeping count. I’m working you hard. And it isn’t over. Not by a long way.”
    He stepped away and she fell back, as far as her tight leash would allow, soon righting her posture, keeping her legs apart, rolling her hips in time with the vibrators, trying to keep another orgasm away.
    Then his hands were on her again, parting her red hot butt cheeks, stroking their tender insides before placing a lubricated fingertip against that tight pucker.
    “Ah!” she exclaimed, tensing her sphincter.
    “No,” he admonished, wiggling the finger, making her feel the pressure. “This is all part of your punishment. You don’t get to pick and choose. Don’t forget, let me know when you reach your limit. You can still speak, can’t