He smacked her again, harder, and said, “I said stop wiggling. We are going to begin now. I’m going to warm you up first, so you don’t need to count.” He peppered blows over her ass and upper thighs, not missing a spot and varying the speed and strength of his slaps.
When he had her ass the color he wanted, he grabbed the paddle he had taken from the closet. Helping her to sit up in his lap for a minute, he showed her the paddle. He quickly kissed her and told her what a good girl she had been, then laid her back across his legs, repositioning her until she was where he wanted.
“This is going to hurt. You can scream and cry. I want you to count each blow and thank me when I’m done. Can you tell me why you need punishment?”
“I didn’t stay in bed when you told me to yesterday, and I’ve been thinking too much and not paying attention, Master. Thank you, Master.” She answered him in her best sub voice.
“Okay, this is going to sting,” he told her, holding up a black leather paddle. The thing was huge and looked wicked.
What Rachel couldn’t see was that t
he other side of the paddle was covered in fur. He wanted to intimidate her, but not hurt her. He was going to give her twenty-five blows, but not all with the leather side.
He hauled back and planted the first strike.
“Aaahhh, one! Thank you, Master,” she screamed. Even though he had warmed her up, it still hurt like hell.
He gave her four more blows with the leather side, and she counted and thanked him for each one. Her bottom was getting red and he could see the heat, so he turned the paddle over and gave her the next five with the fur side, rubbing the fur over her skin before using it on her.
After the first five blows, Rachel knew Craig was serious. He was going to get her out of her head. Even though it hurt, bad, there was nothing like the feeling. She had enjoyed a bite of pain before everything that had happened and had been afraid that she wouldn’t be able to enjoy that feeling again.
This was proving her wrong. Her entire body tingled and she wanted more. The things he was doing to her were incredible, and if he stopped now, she didn’t know how she would handle it.
When he turned the paddle over and rubbed the fur over her, she sighed, and asked, “What’s that, Master? It’s very soft?”
“I said no talking, sub, five more.” He growled, taking the paddle and showing it to her.
She giggled at the sight and sighed. It felt good to play again. She closed her eyes and let her mind drift. This was what she needed. She needed to go to the place where nothing mattered and the only people in the universe were her and her Master. Craig was taking her there.
She counted five with the fur side then he turned it over again. He completed her paddling, alternating between the fur and leather, varying the rhythm and strength of the strokes.
When he was done, she was sobbing, but it was a good cry.
Sitting on the side of the bed, he pulled her into his lap and cradled her in his arms. Placing little kisses all over her face, he whispered how beautiful she was and how she had been a good girl and how proud of her he was over and over, until her sobbing calmed and she smiled up at him.
“Thank you, Master. That was what I needed, what I’ve been missing. It may sound silly, but a good punishment helps clear my mind and relieve the tension. I feel so much better. Thank you.” It was hard to explain, but it felt as if a great weight had been lifted from her and the fog was gone. Her head was clear, and the world seemed brighter. Everything was going to be okay.
“You’re welcome, lamb. I’m glad you feel better. Are you up for doing something for your Master, now?” He asked her, grinning.
“Anything, Master,” she answered.
“Be careful how you answer. I may take you up on that one day. Now on your knees.”
She slid off his lap and knelt in front of him. “May I use my hands, Master?” she asked contritely, wanting to be able to touch him.
“Yes, lamb, you may touch me.” Craig scooted a little closer to the edge of the bed and spread his legs so she could kneel between them. She opened his pants and he fisted his hands in her hair, guiding her to his raging hard-on.
Opening her mouth, Rachel ran her tongue over the head of him, licking the droplet waiting for her there. Wrapping both hands around the base of him, she opened wide and slowly took him into her mouth. Swallowing, she fed more and more of him into her until she could take no more.
Moving slowly, she gradually pulled back until she had just the head in her mouth. She ran her tongue over and over it until, using his hands in her hair, he pushed back in to the back of her throat.
Fighting to keep from gagging, Rachel swallowed and took a deep breath through her nose. He continued using his hands, controlling her movements, and she soon became aware the he was controlling all her movements.
She relaxed and let him take over. Continuing to swallow and breathe through her nose, she closed her eyes and reveled in his dominance.
Craig was watching Rachel intently and knew the moment she gave in. He saw her body relax in a pose of total submission. She was his. Forever.
He knew he was in love. He had loved her from the moment he rescued her. There was no way she was getting away from him. His cock grew and his chest swelled with pride. This was his woman. He was going to have the dream. They hadn’t talked about children, but they would. Hell, yeah, he wanted the whole package. As soon as they caught the man that was stalking her, he would ask her to marry him.