With every tear, whimper and cry, the man becomes more determined, more enthusiastic. Almost as if my pain is fuelling him.

Isn’t lovemaking supposed to be soft? Isn’t it supposed to be gentle?

The man grabs my hips, and pulls me onto his lap. I try to roll off of him, but he pulls me back before I can escape.

“Time for that consequence, little one.”

He brings his hand down on my bum. Hard. I squeal. He continues spanking me, until I’m shaking in terror and pain. He then grabs my hair, forcing me to sit up on his lap. I was equally surprised when he planted a soft kiss on my temple as I was when he landed the first spank.

“As much as I enjoy your pain, I want you to enjoy this, even more. Nothing would make me prouder than seeing you enjoy yourself, sweetheart.”

I was at a loss for words. The man wanted me to like this? How is that possible?

“Y-yes…Sir.” I stammered. I didn’t want him to hurt me again.

“Good girl.”

As much as I fought it, those two words made my heart sing.

“Now, let’s take these off, shall we? No panties allowed when you’re with me, darling.”

The man pulled down the white lace, the only thing giving me any sense of modesty. He positioned me so my back was against his chest, and his hands were between my legs.

“I’ve never-“ I start.

“I know, girl. You’ve never put anything in here, before.” He whispers. “You’ll never want anyone else in here when I’m done with you.”

He begins rubbing slow circles over my pelvic area. Sparks run down my thighs. I can’t help but let out a soft cry of pleasure.

“I’m rubbing your clit, angel. That’s what this is called.”

I let my guard down, and moaned. “Yes, Sir.”

He then put his two fingers inside me. I gasped. The pain was momentarily blinding- it felt like I was being split in two. But then it was replaced with an inexplicable pleasure as he began pumping his fingertips.

“Who does this pussy belong to, kitten?” The man asked.

“You, Sir.”

He continued those motions until I felt my body about to explode. I wanted to cry in frustration. My lower body ached in wanting. But the man only laid me back under my covers.

“You’re not having an orgasm tonight, little one. That time will come, but not right now.”

He rubbed my back, and I let myself nearly fall back asleep. Just as he stood up to leave, the man leaned down, so his lips rested above my ear.

“Make sure to lock your door, little one. Just not tomorrow. You’re still mine for the taking,” he whispered.

Then, just as fast as he appeared, the man was gone. I know I’ll spend the rest of the day anxiously awaiting his return.