She stood up and lifted her hair while he patiently threaded the ropes around her body. A few were tied around her torso, but the majority of them were focused on her pelvis. He used a double rope in the front to pull into the form of a girdle. With this design, he could put both ropes between her pussy lips and use the bands on the side to pull the lips apart, exposing her clit. Now, when the air shifted, she felt it on that sweet bundle of nerves. Of course, he noticed her movements and reached down to find the bud and give it a pinch with his fingers.

The sensation was intense so she took a quick breath.

‘Oh, now, there it is. I’ve got something special for you here too.” She looked up quickly at him. “Oh, yes, I forgot to mention that I’m going to punish you here too very soon, but not tonight.” He closed his fingers down on the exposed nub and she whined and began to squirm under his rough touch.”

“Now, You know punishment is my least favorite part of this. Let's get through it so we can move on to the fun stuff. Tonight we are starting with a good warm up and then, well, then, sweet girl, then I’m going to make you cry. Now, be good and ask for your spanking again. I told you no decisions, so you don’t get to choose how many. I want you sore tomorrow, so don’t be surprised if the number is high.

She sighed, this was the least favorite part. He insisted on her speaking during a scene—making sure that she had to ask for everything he did to her. It allowed for clear communication between them in difficult situations, but it was so humiliating for her. This was her kink. He obliged her because of his love, but this was not his thing and did not turn him on. This was just for her. Of course, he knew that, which was another reason he liked for her to voice her desires. Making those words tumble from her lips was the rush for him—giving her what she needed.

She blushed furiously. He stood over her reclined form with his hands folded in front of him. The epitome of control and domination. She looked up at him once and then looked away when she met his eyes immediately. Pulling all her courage, she looked up one more time and made her mouth form the words: “Please spank me, sir.”

“Why do you need to be spanked?”

“Because I haven't taken care of myself and I need to do that, for both of us.”

“Very well done, sweet one. Now, Come on, up over my knees. Again, I do not enjoy this. Be quick.”

He started out with a mild intensity, softer smacks that landed on her backside, holding his hand over the spot for a second or two, just taking his time to squeeze and feel. Alternating sides, he ramped up the intensity of his swings after a few minutes of slapping and squeezing her backside. With the intensity, came the color. He liked watching her skin turn a slight pink, then a furious red, as the evening progressed. Although hitting her was absolutely not thing, he really did enjoy the site of her eyes glassy, tears freely flowing and her breath catching in her throat when he made contact with his hand.

He started concentrating his swats right on her sit spot. Staying on one side for five or ten hits. As the number of smacks started to increase, he could hear her breathing change. Then, he’d switch to the other side, but keep hitting the same spot. As the pain escalated she decided to move her hands into the way of his swings. He shhh’d her and folded her elbow gently so that her arm was held behind her at her lower back. “No. This is punishment. Do I need to bind you?”

“No, sir. You do not need to bind me.”

“That was a good reply, sweet one. Now, we still aren’t halfway finished, so let’s keep going. I’m excited to punish your clit after I’ve taken out some issues with your ass.

“Yes, sir. I would like you to finish my punishment please.”

“Oh, now, there we go. You are such a good submissive. Only a little more.” He was glad she had fully assumed her sub role and didn’t seem to be fighting it any more. That usually signaled her first deep step into relaxation. She had described it like a pool of water; shocking at first, and then comforting. He started hitting her on her opposite side, but right below her low sit spot where it made her squirm. Over and over again in that one location. He didn’t even have to hit it hard anymore. That location, that repetition, it did most of the work for him. When she had built up a good flow of tears, he switched it up. Moving her to sit beside him he looked her in the eyes, “That was a beautiful warm up. I hope you are ready for a bit more intensity.”

“Yes, my one. I would like more intensity please. May I...” she stopped and looked down at her lap.

“Yes, pet? I said no decisions, but you may make requests if you like. I may not honor them. I’m honestly not in the mood tonight. I have plans.” He voice became slightly perturbed. She needed to stop demanding and simply take. That was one of the bigger parts of the whole exchange. He had always been able to give her the violence that came with her needs, but the discipline, was what she truly craved. To form to his shape and needs and desires and release all of hers no matter the cost to her or her body.

“May I suck your cock, Sir?” Her eyes betrayed her as she glanced up into his.

“Not right now. Why do I have the feeling your bottom is sore and you are trying to get out of punishment tonight? Is that what's happening?”

“No, Sir. I just want to serve you.”

He never let his anger in the scene get out of control because it was never there in the first place. He liked being difficult with her, and she enjoyed the same tension. That anxiety and stress were a beautiful source of material to torture her with.

“You serve me and my pleasure as I say. If I had wanted you sucking my cock, you would have already been on your knees and gagging. Tell me, who is in charge of this scene, sweet one?”

“You are, Sir.”

“Is it good for you to trust me to be within your boundaries or bad?”

“Very good, Sir.”

“Exactly. Now, I understand that serving me makes you happy, but today, I need your obedience and your discipline. Not your mouth. You have not been physically or emotionally caring for yourself and that changes tonight. You will do better and I will help you. We will have this scene tonight for you to let out some stress and then tomorrow, we can drink coffee, take a walk, eat good food and make a list of ways we can get your time back.” She looked up from her lap at him. It was forbidden during a scene in their dynamic, but she didn’t feel like she was pushing him. She raised her hand to his cheek and softly stroked down his chin. “Thank you, my love.” It was an inappropriate name and very inappropriate gesture, but he knew why she was breaking the scene. This was a milestone. This was her truly seeing his sacrifice and drive for her.

Part 2 (soon) or complete story at BessieBlanco