Warning. This has mention of BDSM, verbal humiliation, blood, and physical punishment. Nothing in excess, though.
“Bend over” he barked, his voice booming over the others at the play party. Maybe it’s because I was trained to know his voice. Maybe it’s because he really was the strongest Dominant in the room.
I slowly bent over the spanking bench he’d pushed me towards, exposing my bare ass to the strangers that were standing around watching the scene. How embarrassing. Did I look okay? Would someone say something afterwards? Were the giggling about me? My cheeks flared red, and my mind was racing as I felt the first cuff go around my wrist. The inner fur lining felt good around my wrist, but Master pulled it too tight. On purpose, most likely. I grimaced as he started on the second wrist cuff. He’d let me pick these cuffs out. Black leather with purple lining on the inside. They were my favorite pair of cuffs and always came out with us when we went to play parties.
He left my feet uncuffed just for humiliation’s sake. He knew I had problems controlling myself, and if I moved, I’d get even rougher spankings. He bent over my back, his chest pressed against my naked back, and bit the back of my ear. “You, slut, are going to show all of these people why I enjoy spanking you so much.” I bit my lower lip, my heartbeat starting to racing, closing my eyes and attempting to block out the loud music and the crowd of people.
Master started off with bare-handed spanking. Each hit rocked the spanking bench and pushed me forward. I felt the red burn starting to encompass my ass. The pounding of his hand stung – a lot. I pushed the tears out of the corner of my eyes as he started massaging the skin of my ass. Grabbing at it, using his nails to dig into my skin, letting himself think he was being nice when he was just being mean. I opened my eyes to peek at the people around me – more had gathered. That must mean Master had taken out some mean toys.
I felt his hands leave my body, and it took me until then to realize how cold the dungeon air actually was. I felt my skin prickle just as Master took out his next toy. The first swat immediately let me know what was going on. A leather paddle covered with fleece. Definitely not the most dangerous toy we owned. Timing the swats to the music, he continued to beat into my skin, warming me up for the pain he was going to give me. My ass burned from the attention, and I felt my heart racing. I jammed my eyes shut, so I wouldn’t have to see the people around me.
He dropped the paddle, giving me a break, and I felt my breathing start to level out just as I felt the long, slender feel of a cane right along the bottom of my ass. I was whimpering out loud just as he drug it back out and snapped it right against my skin. Screaming out, I finally felt the tears start to flow from the corner of my eyes. Sniffling, he swatted me with the cane again, the scream came out again. My heart was pounding in my chest, and I felt sweaty. I closed my eyes, and the world really did start to disappear this time. All I could focus on was the cane slamming into my ass and the sound of my Master panting as he beat me for everything he could.
When I felt the rhythemic touch of the cane stop, I breathed a sigh of relief. My breathing was steady now, my head finally going off into subspace. I felt his warm breath along my neck as he groped my ass in his hand. “Is someone enjoying this? Hmm?” I nodded slightly, and let my body relax against the spanking bench. It didn’t take long until I felt the warm sting of another paddle against my ass. This one was new – I’d never felt it before. It seemed to have spikes? Ouch! It fucking hurt too! I bucked against my restraints, trying to pull away from him before he managed to hit me again.
“Nope.” One word, but I knew I’d sealed my fate now. He wrapped his arm underneath my stomach and pulled me back where he wanted me as he used the free hand to give me the hardest hit he could with this studded paddle. I screamed. Loud, bucking up against the restraints but keeping myself in place. The tears were streaming down my face, my hair was messy, and I knew he wasn’t going to stop.
“Now you count slave. Make it good.” Another slam of the spiked paddle against my skin. I felt the blood running down the back of my thighs.
“One. Thank you Master.” I choked out, the tears dripping along my cheeks. Another one. Harder this time. Putting my holes into my skin. My heart feels like it’s going to pump right out of my chest. I’m breathing heavy, trying to deal with this pain. “Two, Thank you Master.” I choke out again, biting my lower lip. I lower myself back to the spanking bench and wait for the next one.
It doesn’t take long before I feel the cold metal against my skin again. He’s putting everything he has into these last strokes. Another scream as I pull up against the bench again, my wrists straining against the cuffs. I feel like my wrists are holding my entire body up against the spanking bench. My legs are shaking, and the tears are just streaming down my face now. “Three. Thank you, Master.” I’m resting all of my weight on the bench, trying not to embarrass Master until he’s done.
I feel his tongue along my side, and I whimper. He’s taking sadistic pleasure out all of this blood. While his teeth dig into my skin, the spikes dug into the already-made wounds. Another scream out of me. “Four Master. Thank you. Please, enough. Please, Master.” I opened my eyes to look into his own, and his sadistic smile curved along his lips.
Slowly walking out of my sight, he roughly shoved me against the bench, and while I was recovering, another one slammed into my ass. I pulled away from the paddle, another scream, as I bit into my lower lip so hard I drew blood. “Five. Thank you Master.” I sputtered. I knew I was covered in blood now, and I had a feeling he was done now.
He came up and kissed my cheek since my lips were bloody. “Love you slave. You made me proud.” My breath was coming out in short spurts and my ass was going to hurt for weeks, but those four words made all of it worthwhile. I heard the footsteps of the crowd dispercing, and I smiled up at my Master as I felt him undoing those cuffs. I just lived for these play parties, and this was why; Master always pushed my limits, but now I felt amazingly relaxed and happy. With a smile on my face, I waited for him to uncuff me. Then I’d go clean up, and we’d cuddle up on the couch and he’d tell me how proud I made him. All in a play party’s night.
“Bend over” he barked, his voice booming over the others at the play party. Maybe it’s because I was trained to know his voice. Maybe it’s because he really was the strongest Dominant in the room.
I slowly bent over the spanking bench he’d pushed me towards, exposing my bare ass to the strangers that were standing around watching the scene. How embarrassing. Did I look okay? Would someone say something afterwards? Were the giggling about me? My cheeks flared red, and my mind was racing as I felt the first cuff go around my wrist. The inner fur lining felt good around my wrist, but Master pulled it too tight. On purpose, most likely. I grimaced as he started on the second wrist cuff. He’d let me pick these cuffs out. Black leather with purple lining on the inside. They were my favorite pair of cuffs and always came out with us when we went to play parties.
He left my feet uncuffed just for humiliation’s sake. He knew I had problems controlling myself, and if I moved, I’d get even rougher spankings. He bent over my back, his chest pressed against my naked back, and bit the back of my ear. “You, slut, are going to show all of these people why I enjoy spanking you so much.” I bit my lower lip, my heartbeat starting to racing, closing my eyes and attempting to block out the loud music and the crowd of people.
Master started off with bare-handed spanking. Each hit rocked the spanking bench and pushed me forward. I felt the red burn starting to encompass my ass. The pounding of his hand stung – a lot. I pushed the tears out of the corner of my eyes as he started massaging the skin of my ass. Grabbing at it, using his nails to dig into my skin, letting himself think he was being nice when he was just being mean. I opened my eyes to peek at the people around me – more had gathered. That must mean Master had taken out some mean toys.
I felt his hands leave my body, and it took me until then to realize how cold the dungeon air actually was. I felt my skin prickle just as Master took out his next toy. The first swat immediately let me know what was going on. A leather paddle covered with fleece. Definitely not the most dangerous toy we owned. Timing the swats to the music, he continued to beat into my skin, warming me up for the pain he was going to give me. My ass burned from the attention, and I felt my heart racing. I jammed my eyes shut, so I wouldn’t have to see the people around me.
He dropped the paddle, giving me a break, and I felt my breathing start to level out just as I felt the long, slender feel of a cane right along the bottom of my ass. I was whimpering out loud just as he drug it back out and snapped it right against my skin. Screaming out, I finally felt the tears start to flow from the corner of my eyes. Sniffling, he swatted me with the cane again, the scream came out again. My heart was pounding in my chest, and I felt sweaty. I closed my eyes, and the world really did start to disappear this time. All I could focus on was the cane slamming into my ass and the sound of my Master panting as he beat me for everything he could.
When I felt the rhythemic touch of the cane stop, I breathed a sigh of relief. My breathing was steady now, my head finally going off into subspace. I felt his warm breath along my neck as he groped my ass in his hand. “Is someone enjoying this? Hmm?” I nodded slightly, and let my body relax against the spanking bench. It didn’t take long until I felt the warm sting of another paddle against my ass. This one was new – I’d never felt it before. It seemed to have spikes? Ouch! It fucking hurt too! I bucked against my restraints, trying to pull away from him before he managed to hit me again.
“Nope.” One word, but I knew I’d sealed my fate now. He wrapped his arm underneath my stomach and pulled me back where he wanted me as he used the free hand to give me the hardest hit he could with this studded paddle. I screamed. Loud, bucking up against the restraints but keeping myself in place. The tears were streaming down my face, my hair was messy, and I knew he wasn’t going to stop.
“Now you count slave. Make it good.” Another slam of the spiked paddle against my skin. I felt the blood running down the back of my thighs.
“One. Thank you Master.” I choked out, the tears dripping along my cheeks. Another one. Harder this time. Putting my holes into my skin. My heart feels like it’s going to pump right out of my chest. I’m breathing heavy, trying to deal with this pain. “Two, Thank you Master.” I choke out again, biting my lower lip. I lower myself back to the spanking bench and wait for the next one.
It doesn’t take long before I feel the cold metal against my skin again. He’s putting everything he has into these last strokes. Another scream as I pull up against the bench again, my wrists straining against the cuffs. I feel like my wrists are holding my entire body up against the spanking bench. My legs are shaking, and the tears are just streaming down my face now. “Three. Thank you, Master.” I’m resting all of my weight on the bench, trying not to embarrass Master until he’s done.
I feel his tongue along my side, and I whimper. He’s taking sadistic pleasure out all of this blood. While his teeth dig into my skin, the spikes dug into the already-made wounds. Another scream out of me. “Four Master. Thank you. Please, enough. Please, Master.” I opened my eyes to look into his own, and his sadistic smile curved along his lips.
Slowly walking out of my sight, he roughly shoved me against the bench, and while I was recovering, another one slammed into my ass. I pulled away from the paddle, another scream, as I bit into my lower lip so hard I drew blood. “Five. Thank you Master.” I sputtered. I knew I was covered in blood now, and I had a feeling he was done now.
He came up and kissed my cheek since my lips were bloody. “Love you slave. You made me proud.” My breath was coming out in short spurts and my ass was going to hurt for weeks, but those four words made all of it worthwhile. I heard the footsteps of the crowd dispercing, and I smiled up at my Master as I felt him undoing those cuffs. I just lived for these play parties, and this was why; Master always pushed my limits, but now I felt amazingly relaxed and happy. With a smile on my face, I waited for him to uncuff me. Then I’d go clean up, and we’d cuddle up on the couch and he’d tell me how proud I made him. All in a play party’s night.
