“I hope you enjoyed disobeying me,” he said when I was finished coming, “you are really going to be punished now.”
I wanted to say no. No, I hadn’t enjoyed disobeying him. It was an accident and beyond my control. I kept quiet though, not convinced it would work. If anything it might sound like back-talk and make him more angry. Best to keep quiet and accept my punishment. Vowing to do better next time
I couldn’t see what was happening but I heard a drawer of heavy sounding tools being opened. Selecting his weapon of choice, my master closed the drawer and came back to the cross I was strapped to. No doubt ready to cause some pain. I closed my eyes and held my breath, preparing for the worst.
The first strike echoed through the room. Nearly drowned out by my scream. I knew the feeling all too well from when I would be spanked with a wooden spoon. My step-dad holding me down and beating my bare ass until I cried. All as an excuse for why I would be on my bed with my pants down in case my mom came in. He still came at night but soon started trying during the day when mom was at work after he’d lost his job. He turned really nasty then. Beating me until I was a sobbing mess before fingering and biting my pussy until I screamed before nearly choking me to death with his cock. I kept worrying he might put it in but he never did. Probably because he would be caught. There was no way he could do that without me walking funny after. Mom was sure to notice that. Even a preliminary examination by a doctor would make it immediately clear what was happening.
Joshua struck again with the paddle before sticking two fingers in me. Even before they were all the way in I burst into tears, weeping uncontrollably.
“Whoa, hey, baby.”
Joshua undid the restraints and gathered me to him, holding me tight and kissing me on the forehead and face.
“Sorry, baby. I didn’t mean for it to hurt so much.”
“No, no, it was good. I liked the spanking, the way you did it. I-it just reminded me of my d-dad. S-s-step-dad I mean. I have some b-b-bad memories that came back.”
I tried to stop myself there. Not wanting to go into it and ruin the moment that, up until then was quite wonderful.
“That’s enough for today,” he said.
Carrying me back over to the bed, he removed the suit and lay me down. As I lay, naked and prone before him, he opened one of the drawers and got out a bottle of lotion. With gentle, practiced hands, he rubbed the salve on me. Not just on my ass but on my thighs and back where the straps from the suit had dug in while I was sleeping. I wanted him to massage my pussy like that but knew that he wouldn’t.
“If you ever need to talk to someone, you can confide in me,” he said, as he tended my hurts, “you have to open up and trust me for this to work.”
I nod but before I can respond, there is a knock at the door. Joshua is more gentle than I’ve ever heard. Then I recognized Molly’s voice.
“Take the rest of the night off, okay?”
“Yes, sir,” Molly murmured.
I could hear her footsteps down the hallway before the door clicked closed. Followed by Joshua’s heavier footfalls on the hardwood floor.
He brought the tray over to the table set up in the corner and I noticed, for the first time, that the tray from the night before was gone. When it was placed and ready, my master wrapped me up in the robe and carried me over to the table. I was perfectly capable of walking but he didn’t know that. Besides which, I had the feeling the carrying was part of the power play. Like not letting me leave the room. I was really just happy that he seemed to want to stay with me longer.
As we ate the delicious meal, Joshua’s chef knocking out of the park, or culinary equivalent, again, a question crossed my mind that I couldn’t keep quiet.
“Why do you like it? BDSM I mean?”
It was a dangerous question but I couldn’t quell my curiosity. I knew what made me tick but was still curious about the masters. What they got out of it. Alas, he got a look like his food had turned to ash in his mouth and fixed me with a look that looked more hurt than angry.
“That’s not how this words, my girl. it isn’t a two-way street. I don’t have to tell you anything about me. You do and will tell me everything about you.”
I felt pretty stupid for asking. I should have known better. Though was glad he was gentle in setting me straight. My violation could well have put me in line for a slap.