An accidental discovery sets a woman on a lifelong quest to fulfill her kinky cravings.

Sometimes an innocent event can turn your entire life around. Sometimes you end up discovering some crucial thing about yourself. A part of your being which might otherwise have gone unexplored or misunderstood gets dragged out into the light, and you learn the truth of your own self. It’s a glorious thing.

For me, it was during my first week with my sorority. Actually, to call the event “innocent” is overstating it. This was hardly a wholesome occurrence. We were a bunch of vivacious young women, brimming with the exuberance. For the first time we were truly away from our homes and away from whatever influences our upbringings had had on us. I knew I was ready to embrace the grown-up world, in every respect.

But first I had to integrate with my new environment. My sorority house was full of upperclasswomen who had seniority over me and the other new arrivals. The older girls had authority. We had to do what we were told.

Our hazing was a wild, all-night thing. We had to answer embarrassing questions and perform various physical feats, but it wasn’t too bad. Not like what I’d heard went on in some of the frats. Even so, at one point we newbies all had to strip and crawl on our hands and knees down a long hallway, while the older sorority sisters spanked our bare asses.

It wasn’t as vicious as it probably sounds. Most of the women just casually swatted us with their bare hands. The smacks stung me, but not badly. Being naked in front of everybody was weird, but I was willing to endure it. I definitely wanted to be in that sorority; I was willing to do anything.

Then I noticed a blonde sister named Tess. As I crawled, I saw she was striking the initiates with a folded over leather belt. The girls ahead of me squealed as they got hit. Tess was grinning, really putting some muscle behind her lashes. I grew nervous as I approached her.

But something else stirred in me. I found myself looking up at the formidable statuesque blonde. She was my superior. I had to submit to being struck by her belt. In fact, I somehow craved it.

Strangely, though, I didn’t hesitate or even flinch as the girls ahead of me had been doing. When it was my turn, I crawled right up to her. I even lifted my ass higher, as if obeying some instinct. In the seconds before the blow, a weird hot thrill tingled all through me. I felt my nipples go stiff and dampness touched my pussy.

Tess whacked me with the leather belt. A stripe of bright sensation crossed my naked ass cheeks. Gooseflesh suddenly stood out all over me. A choked cry escaped my throat, but it wasn’t because I hadn’t liked getting struck. In fact, I lingered there for a couple more seconds, as if waiting for Tess to do it again.

I didn’t understand my own reaction. Confused but excited, I withstood the rest of the initiation ceremony and found myself welcomed into the sisterhood.

But I became fascinated with Tess, following her around like a puppy. It wasn’t anything unusual for new girls to have crushes or even full-on relationships with the older sisters, but this seemed something more mysterious to me. I didn’t want to fuck Tess so much as… I didn’t know what, exactly. The bewilderment consumed me.

One week, I failed to do my household chores properly. I was sent to Tess’ room, to receive my punishment. The other sisters giggled as I went in. Tess gave me a severe look as I closed the door behind me. “Kneel,” she told me in a stern voice. I saw why she was in charge of discipline.

I dropped to my knees immediately. The same excitement I’d felt before feeling the slap of her leather belt touched me. My body rippled with strange sensations. Tess loomed above me as she started in, berating me for my dereliction of duty. Every harsh word increased the tingly excitement in me. I liked having her verbally reprimand me, I realized.

Suddenly she stopped, peering closely at me. Maybe she saw the flush on my cheeks or how my tits rose and fell with my rapid, excited breathing. A new gleam sparkled in her eye. “You need further discipline, I see.” She told me to stand, drop my pants and bend over her bed.

Shivering, I obeyed her. My naked butt was exposed. I heard her take up a belt as she stepped in behind me. Slap! The leather struck my ass. The same kind of thrill went through me as before, but it was more intense. Slap! She gave it to me again. My pussy throbbed, and I could tell my juices were flowing.

Tess alternated, hitting one cheek then the other. She started up with her chastisements again, telling me how bad I’d been, how I was such a disobedient girl. My body rocked with excitement, and indecent pleasure accompanied every smack of her belt against my quivering flesh.

I buried my face in the bed and felt a titanic orgasm sweep through me. The bliss was insanely powerful, stronger than anything I’d ever experienced before, even with past boyfriends. Tess had to know what she was doing. After I came, she told me to stand and pull up my pants. She softly kissed my forehead and said I was a good girl. I wanted to sob with gratitude as she sent me on my way.

Needless to say, there were lots more incidents like that during my sorority days. I purposely got myself into trouble so Tess would have to discipline me. Eventually, we gave up all pretense and became lovers, with her as the decidedly dominant one.

But school doesn’t last forever, and soon I was out in the real world, making my way.

I got an entry-level job at a prestigious firm and applied all my skills to aid my professional success. Soon I moved up to an assistant position. There were secretarial duties, but I also had many chances to offer input. The blonde-haired woman who ran our department liked my ideas.

For a fleeting moment she reminded me of Tess, and my skin prickled with the memory of the many spankings my old lover had given me. But this woman wasn’t Tess.

I hadn’t had any luck at romance. I knew I needed someone to dominate and discipline me. I wanted to be told to do things, and if I did them wrong, I wanted to be punished. But that wasn’t something I felt I could tell just anybody I might be dating casually.

I tried feeling out various lovers and potential partners, but nobody had that severe gleam in their eye like Tess. Any hints I made were often too subtle. Others recoiled at the notion of BDSM play. It was a frustrating stretch.

Then Matthew came along.

Matthew headed a different department. One day an emergency occurred, and he desperately needed someone who could analyze data in a hurry and give an intelligent summary. My boss loaned me out for the day.

“My pussy flowed in response as a sinister pleasure churned within me.”

It was chaos in the other department, but I set myself to the task, organizing my corner of the crisis. I put together a quick, solid analysis.

Matthew looked it over. “This is good work.”

“Thank you, sir.”

He must have heard something in my voice, since by that point I had taken the time to assess him as well. He was a well-built man, with a handsome face. He was also strict in his manner. He peered at me, and to my utter delight I saw that special glint in his eye.

After a moment he said in a husky tone, “It’s lucky you didn’t mess this up. I would’ve had to… be severe with you.”

My mouth trembled with a wicked smile. My heart was beating fast. He must have seen the flush I felt on my face. His jaw muscles twitched visibly.

We both knew the delicate dance we had to do. The firm’s HR division couldn’t know about our connection. But if he was into dominant sex he might already be well practiced in secrecy.

Quietly, we made arrangements to meet.

The next night I went to his apartment. It was a luxury unit, the decor sleek and cool. Matthew was dressed in an immaculate suit. He told me to change into the outfit he’d gotten for me. His tone was sharp.

When I was in the snug black French maid’s getup, he looked me up and down with glaring judgment. That night I was to serve him. I wanted to do it. But the thrill of it for me was the possibility that I wouldn’t serve him perfectly. And if that happened I expected to face the consequences.

I was given a list of domestic chores. I went about the tasks. Plainly nothing in his pristine apartment needed cleaning, but I dutifully scrubbed the floors and polished the lustrous fittings.

I was on my knees much of the time. I was intensely aware of Matthew following behind me, scrutinizing my performance. He seemed to radiate a cool authority. Now and then I got a glimpse of the stern expression on his face, and a fresh chill of desire crackled through me.

Excitement buzzed in my pussy. As I tended to my chores, I stuck out my ass a little more prominently. My anticipation built and built, becoming something wonderfully excruciating. Tess had never made me wait like Matthew was so clearly doing.

Finally, as I moved on from the brass-framed coffee table, Matthew’s voice cut through the air, “Stop.” I froze. He stepped forward, letting out a long breath. “You missed a spot. Look.”

Shivering, I turned. I had indeed left a smudge. Right then, I couldn’t be sure if I’d done it deliberately or not. But the shuddering excitement I felt at having been caught was unmistakable. We had, of course, discussed in advance what range of punishments I might receive.

But we didn’t cut straight to anything physical. First, Matthew rebuked me. He was good at it. His strident voice rang. He told me I had been bad, and how he was going to have to reluctantly correct me. Even Tess hadn’t played this part of our fun so convincingly.

At last he told me to bend all the way over and grasp the edges of the coffee table. The position stretched the muscles in my legs, but I gladly managed it. It also left me staring at the smudge, while my ass was higher than my head, fully exposed.

Well, not fully, not yet. Matthew moved in behind me. He flipped my skirt up over my back. Then drawing another long breath — during which anticipation was like a crackling flame inside me — he peeled my panties down my legs.

My bare ass awaited, my pussy damp with arousal.

I heard him undo his belt buckle, and then the hiss of leather as he slid the belt out of its loops. There was a leathery creak when he folded it. I bit my lip, maintaining my utterly vulnerable stance.

He drew in an audible breath, then the air whistled a second before a hot band of deliciously electric pain crossed the bare cheeks of my ass. Every nerve in my body came alive at the contact. My pussy flowed in response as a sinister pleasure churned within me.

But Matthew wasn’t done with lecturing me. His commanding voice queried: “Do you understand why I have to do this to you?”

I hesitated to say anything, earning myself another hot lash.

“Answer me!” he demanded.

“Every overstimulated nerve screamed with evil delight as I came.”

With my voice quavering, I said, “Yes, because I’ve been bad.”

It wasn’t fear or pain making my voice shake; it was pure lust.

Matthew struck me once more, punctuating the blow with the declaration: “And this is what happens to bad girls.”

There was no denying his skill with the belt. He landed the leather on a fresh spot each time, awakening new nerves. Heat boiled in me, and blood rushed to my head in my bent-over position. The entire scene was fantastic.

The belt continued to sing through the air and sting my ass. A thrill was overtaking me, a wicked orgasmic eruption. I was helpless to hold it back, and, of course, Matthew wouldn’t have wanted me to deny it.

My knees shook as my calves continued to ache from the strain. My fingers were white where they gripped the coffee table’s edge. I gazed in thankful awe at the smudge which had allowed me to be punished like this.

When the belt struck once more, a final convulsive upheaval overwhelmed me. The cry I’d been holding back exploded from my throat as ecstasy ripped up and down my body. Every overstimulated nerve screamed with evil delight as I came, helpless and delirious.

The strength went out of me, and Matthew, ever alert, swiftly caught me before I collapsed onto the table. He gently drew me upright and held me gently. His lips brushed my temple as he murmured loving words, telling me how good I was, how well I’d endured my discipline.

Shaking slightly, I raised my head and pressed my mouth to his. Our kiss deepened as new desire welled in me. I stepped out of my panties and led him toward the bedroom. On the way, I groped his crotch and his steel-hard bulge.

We flung off our clothes. Now we would just be lovers, intent on more conventional pleasures. But what we’d already done had bonded us. I felt a deep intimacy with this man. I had shared my deepest self with him, and I accepted and embraced his dominant nature.

With Matthew’s cock in my hand, I drew him up onto the bed. His body was firm and muscular. I had him lie on his back. This was going to be the only sex position I could manage with my ass smarting the way it was. I liked the lingering hurt, though.

I climbed on top of him, setting his cock to my slick pussy and lowering myself onto his shaft. I planted my palms on his chest and rode up and down on him, not hurrying. He seemed to enjoy the gentle pace as well, until I felt urgency start in him. Then he thrust up into me as I bucked atop him, each of us racing toward our climaxes.

His come jetted into me as I slammed down on him a final time, wincing slightly. The extra burst of pain triggered my own release. He noticed, and suddenly we were both giggling in our orgasmic afterglow.

We carried on like that in the days and weeks that followed. No one at work suspected anything, and I doubt they would have guessed that Matthew was regularly giving me disciplinary spankings at his apartment.

It was an incredible experience. But something was… well, not quite missing, but a memory nagged at me. It was of crawling naked down the hallway in the sorority house, being swatted by that series of women. What if they, like Tess, had all understood the connection between pleasure and pain?

I mentioned it to Matthew one night, and my confession started a new set of plans in motion. A week later, he had everything arranged.

He knew people in the BDSM community, trustworthy people, ones as considerate and mindful as himself. He invited a dozen of these women and men over to his place one night. They were all dressed elegantly.

I waited in the wings in my snug maid’s outfit. I trembled with a slow-burn excitement. Fantasy and memory grappled in my mind, waiting to be superseded by reality.

Finally, I was brought out. Everyone was sipping some of Matthew’s expensive wine. They studied me thoughtfully, commenting among themselves, as if I were a curious exotic animal wandering among them.

Matthew set me to my chores. I found that performing the menial tasks in front of so many strangers was both humiliating and very exciting. I was certainly the servant there, the submissive one. As I did my polishing and scrubbing, I felt the stares of the others. Each, I’d noted, had that special cool gleam in their eyes.

“His come jetted into me as I slammed down on him, wincing slightly.”

After a time, as must inevitably happen, I made a mistake. I failed to properly clean some part of Matthew’s pristine apartment. Though this time, I’d definitely done it on purpose. Matthew pointed out my error, and all conversation ceased. All those eyes focused on me. I gazed at Matthew and saw him wearing his most severe expression.

I stood. He said he was going to have to punish me, as if I didn’t already know, as if I weren’t longing for it. But this time it would be different. It would be extra special.

He told me to drape my upper body across the big dining table in the middle of the room. I obeyed, desire already alive in me. My face grew hot as he flipped up my skirt. The others all gathered. He lowered my panties.

Everyone could see my bare ass. Then came the sound of Matthew getting his belt ready. I loved that belt. I adored it as much as I feared it. With my legs spread and feet planted, I waited those last breathless seconds.

Matthew’s chastising words cut across me with the same force he put into the swinging leather belt as he struck me. He told me I was a bad girl. Hearing such words spoken in front of all those other people lent the phrases a wicked strength.

“Yes! Yes!” I cried out when he prompted me. “I’m such a bad girl!”

He delivered a few more harsh slaps, but he didn’t give me the full regimen this time. Instead, he paused. As though the idea had just occurred to him, he said, “I think you should be punished by my friends, as well, since they had to witness you being so naughty.”

I disappeared into the moment. It felt real to me.

Yes. Yes, I should be publicly disciplined. These strangers should take their turn with me. I deserve it!

I had seen all of their faces, and I certainly didn’t know if it was a man or a woman who first moved in behind me. I heard the buckle jingle as the belt traded hands. A few seconds later the leather whistled through the air, and I was struck across my exposed ass cheeks. Only Tess and Matthew had ever spanked me before that night. Now I received three stripes from an unknown hand.

Three was the number we had decided on for each guest. There were limits to the “comfortable” amount of pain I wanted to receive on any given occasion. But as the belt was passed among the group, I immediately lost track of the count. A sensual blur overtook me. I was transported on the undulating backs of angels or demons, taken to a realm of rapture.

I came with a torrid blast of bliss. Each impact of leather on flesh was a fresh sting of pleasure. The ecstasy swam in me again almost immediately, rising implacably to the surface. Moments later, as my third climax devoured me, I cried out piercingly.

My voice rang out in the spartan apartment. As I caught my breath, Matthew saw his guests out. Then he returned and lifted me from the table to carry me into the bedroom. I knew before he told me what a good girl I was.