Stressed-out sub asks for discipline & his domme delivers

Sometimes, if I need the paddle, I only have to ask. The last time I did was after a particularly stressful day.

I came home, put my head in Annabel’s lap, and simply said, “I need it.”

She stroked my hair, laughed and said, “You know what to do.”

She told me once that someone is only a good mistress if she knows when to take the best care of her sub.

She liked taking care of me.

Annabel gave me a nudge and said, “Off you go. You know what to do. You know what I like.”

I hurried up the steps, pulse pounding, and headed toward the antique suitcase we keep our toys in. I knew which paddle she’d prefer. The leather one emblazoned with the word “SPANK.”

Fetching the toy took me some time, as it always does, because I carefully removed my clothing before I retrieved the paddle. I placed my tie on the back of the armchair at the foot of our bed. My shirt went there, too. Trousers were folded and placed across the hope chest.

I tossed boxers and socks in the dirty hamper. Naked, my cock was so hard it throbbed, but I didn’t touch it because Annabel would not approve.

I heard her go past just as I opened the suitcase to find the well loved, well worn leather implement.

“I think this time,” she said from behind me, “we’ll go with you kneeling at the foot of the bed. You may rest your upper body, arms and head on the bed but keep that ass poked out. Do you hear me?”

“Yes, Annabel.”

I did as instructed, waiting for her, the breath in my lungs somehow insubstantial.

I heard her in the bathroom getting herself ready. She liked to wash and perfume before we played.

I tried to keep myself still, but it was hard not to move restlessly there, waiting on my knees on the scratchy carpet.

I heard her light but steady steps as she approached me, and my cock grew even harder than it had been. My erection ached to be touched, to be stroked, but I kept my hands on the bedspread, folded as if in prayer.

Annabel walked in. I turned and saw she was wearing nothing but her boots and a strap-on.

The breath rushed out of me in gratitude. I hadn’t realized how badly I wanted the shiny black toy to be part of our evening until she’d walked in wearing it.

“There you are, good boy. Look at you, all prim and proper, positioned just the way you were told.”

I turned away and blushed hotly at her words, resisting the urge to waggle my ass enticingly.

She got behind me and took the paddle off the bed where I’d laid it.

I braced myself as I heard her mutter, “Let’s see how rosy we can get that ass of yours, okay?”

She wasn’t really asking me a question, and I didn’t consider it as such. I pressed my forehead firmly to the bed and tried to remember to breathe.

The first blow brought stinging heat and a rush of pain, and then came a warmer rush of pleasure. My cock jerked, and my body seemed to pound in time with my heart.

Her second blow shook me. The sound was somehow simultaneously dull and sharp. When my hips lunged forward, my dick brushed the bedspread, and a secret thrill flowed through me.

“Don’t you do that,” she said softly. Annabel never misses a thing.

I pushed my ass back out the way she wanted and waited for another strike of the paddle.

I felt the letters, or imagined I felt them, rising up on my skin as she punished me. When my ass was thrumming with blood brought to the surface, she went to the nightstand. Her ass swayed as she walked. She bent to open the nightstand drawer that held the lube, and I let my cockhead brush the fabric in front of me. I couldn’t hold back my groan.

She turned. “I heard that. Don’t you misbehave, or I’ll put my toy away.”

I stopped.

I heard her lubing up the big black phallus, and a shudder passed through me.

When she came back, she paused, stuck a patent-leather boot out and said, “Lick it shiny for being such a bad, bad boy.”

It took all I had in me not to hump the fucking floor as I prostrated myself and began to lick the already shiny exterior of her boot.

“Up now. Hands behind your back. Rosy-red ass pushed out. I’m going to fuck you until you sob.”

I was already on the verge.

I did as instructed, resting my head and shoulders on the edge of the bed and folding my arms behind my back, my bottom thrust out for her to use and abuse.

She ran the head of her cock around my asshole, and I fought my body’s natural reaction to tighten up and keep her out.

“Relax,” she said, and I made a show of taking a deep breath and blowing it out. Just as the head of the toy breached my tight asshole, she pulled free and chuckled. “A few more for not following the rules.”

I groaned but said nothing. I had misbehaved.

She gave me five strikes with the paddle. Each one forcing my desire higher, each one making me suffer blissfully.

“Please,” I whispered hoarsely.

“How can I refuse my best boy?” she murmured.

However, she brought the paddle down once more on each flank before dropping it. Her act was just the taste of dominance I craved.

She pushed her hand to the small of my back, bending me forward once more. Her cock rimmed my anus again, and when I was nearly crying from frustration, she pushed forward steadily, entering me fully.

The breath in my lungs stalled. My eyes stung with unshed tears from that brilliant moment of discomfort that always comes when she fucks me. It’s fleeting and welcome but startling in its intensity.

I exhaled and pushed back toward her, opening for her and letting her enter me. Her cool hand snaked around the front of me, found my dick and yanked it hard.

I jolted, nearly coming from her touch, but she whispered, “Don’t you dare.”

I didn’t dare.

She dug her fingers into my hair and yanked a little. Her other hand was snug around me, and she stroked my cock in slow, even strokes as she fucked me.

It was all so arousing — the feel of her in me, the throbbing of my ass from the paddle, the grip of her hand working me. She’d pushed me to the point of ecstatic tears.

Just as she’d said, she’d fuck me until I sobbed.

I did sob, and Annabel soothed me. “There, there, good boy. Just a few more thrusts…“

She moved deeper into me, truly taking me, making me hers. When she ran her thumb over the slit on my cockhead, spreading the dot of moisture there around the tender skin, I shook in her arms.

Annabel bit my shoulder. “Mine,” she said. Then, “You may come.”

I obeyed her with a sharp jerk of my hips. I shot my load at the foot of our bed, splashing my come all over her pretty pale lavender bedspread.

When I stopped shaking, she pulled free of me. I heard the strap-on hit the carpet, and then she was turning me. I moved freely, still on my knees, until she stepped forward and pushed her pussy to my lips.

“You know what to do.”

I did. I licked and sucked and nuzzled Annabel until she came with a soft cry, her fingers yanking at my short hair so hard I saw stars. But I didn’t mind. I was still swooning from the paddle and the added bonus of the strap-on she’d decided to throw in for good measure.

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