Smoke and Fire (Surrender to Them 1)

Eleven

Kayla

Six years ago - Glendale

Having two pre-teen boys running roughshod over our household meant that my mother didn’t have much time to focus on me. She had no idea that I was no longer her perfect little angel. On the other side of the house, my father was past the point of losing his patience. The company he worked for his whole life relocated and he had to find a new job, which required him to work a lot more hours for a lot less money. When he was home, he rarely did anything but drink and sleep. I fell in with a group of girls that smoked, drank, and thought leather collars were cool fashion accessories. They talked about sex freely and openly. That was the first time I heard about domination, submission, and wanting to be spanked. It was a stark contrast to the birds and the bees talk my mother awkwardly had with me the day I got my first period.

The Internet was a dangerous place for a girl my age, especially when I didn’t know what kind of dangers actually lurked in cyberspace, but I didn’t want to let my friends know how inexperienced I was. I hadn’t even had a real boyfriend, yet most of them had dated guys that were much older. They talked about all of the dirty things they did in such vivid detail that it seemed normal. I was curious, and that curiosity took me to a dark corner of cyberspace where I met Adam, a man in his forties that lived in Glendale. When he asked me what I liked, I told him I wanted to be spanked. I had never actually been spanked before, but hearing my friends talk about it brought my curiosity to life. We talked online for almost a year before I finally got the courage to meet him. In retrospect, I think he was just waiting until I turned eighteen.

“Ah, Hannah.” He walked up to me at the mall where I agreed to meet him—it was a public place, which was supposed to be safe. “You’re even prettier than your pictures.”

“You’re not so bad yourself.” I smiled and looked up at him.

Adam was very attractive, even if he was old enough to be my father. He talked in riddles and gave me enough rope to hang myself. Before I really knew what was happening, I was following him out of the mall and getting into the passenger seat of his car. An hour later, I was naked from the waist down and over his lap for my very first spanking. It wasn’t a hard one. He gave me a few smacks, played with my pussy, and made me cum within a few minutes. The orgasm was another length of rope, and I was rapidly tying the noose even though I didn’t realize it yet. After my orgasm, he held

me, stroked my hair, and told me I was beautiful.

“So, Hannah.” He leaned back and looked into my eyes. “Now that I’ve taken care of you, what are you going to do for me?”

“What do you want?” I swallowed nervously and my body started to tremble.

“I want these gorgeous lips that I’ve been staring at for the last year.” He put his thumb against my lips and then forced it into my mouth. “Show me how bad you want to suck my cock.”

I had no idea what I was doing when I knelt between his legs and took his cock into my mouth. It was a lot harder than I realized. I had to keep my jaw open so that my teeth didn’t scrape against him. I had to move my tongue to massage his shaft while I struggled to swallow it. He was patient and taught me what he liked. When he finally ejaculated into my mouth, I felt like I had won a prize. I swallowed when he told me to and then our first date was over. He dropped me off at the mall, and I went home with a fire burning between my legs that no amount of masturbation could quell. I wanted more. I had to have more. We talked online for another week, and he told me that the next time we were together, he was going to take my virginity. I told him he could have anything he wanted, as long as he spanked me first.

“Do you want a real spanking this time, Hannah?” He put his hand under my chin and lifted it so that I was looking into his eyes.

“Yes.” I nodded and smiled.

“Yes, what?” His head tilted slowly.

“Yes sir.” My smile got wider as I thought about being over his knee again.

Adam stripped me from the waist down, just like he did the first time, and pulled me across his knee. The first spanking had turned me on so much that I was eager for another one. I had no idea how many times the rope had been wrapped around my neck at that point. I had no idea that he was luring me into a trap. He moved his hand along my inner thigh and rubbed my clit until I thought I was going to cum, but then he pulled away. A few smacks landed on my ass and then he started rubbing me again. The fuse was already burning, and I needed him to keep touching me. I needed to feel the same release I experienced the first time I was over his knee.

“You know that a real spanking is going to hurt, don’t you, Hannah?” He let his fingers graze my pussy as he spoke.

“Yes sir.” I nodded and looked over my shoulder.

“That’s what you want?” He touched my pussy again. “You want me to hurt you?”

“I want you to give me a spanking.” I nodded again and wiggled my ass.

“I need a reason.” He moved his fingers between the crevice of my ass. “What have you done that you need to be punished for?”

“I—I don’t know.” I blinked in confusion. “I thought you would just spank me like last time.”

“You said you wanted a real spanking tonight—so tell me why you deserve it.” He let his finger drift back to my pussy.

“Well—um…” I tried to wrack my brain for a reason to be spanked. “My friends and I skipped school a couple of weeks ago.”

“Skipping school.” He lifted his hand and brought it down on my ass. “That’s definitely worthy of a spanking.”

Adam spanked me harder and longer than he had the first time. By the time he was done, my ass was hurting, but he didn’t bring me to tears. It turned me on so much that my pussy was practically begging for his touch, but he didn’t make me cum like he had the first time. He took me to the bedroom and shattered my innocence instead. He wasn’t gentle. Once he tore through my hymen and stretched my virgin pussy enough for his cock to fit, he destroyed me. I didn’t even get to cum. After that, our date was over. I was so sore that I couldn’t even masturbate when I got home.

It should have been the last time I saw Adam. I should have recognized the cruelty in him, but I was simply too naive to understand how horrible he really was. When he asked me to come to his house again, I wrapped another coil of rope around my neck and ventured into his lair for the third time.

“Are you ready to please me?” His gaze locked on mine.