Page 77 of Until I Own You

I inhale. “Yes, Sir.”

The whisper of the paddle moving is the only warning I get before it lands against my skin.

I cry out, my body jerking. The surprising sensation is entirely different. Not soft on soft, but hard on soft. The surface area is more and the pain it delivers is different too. More spread out. More bite to it.

It’s official, I’m not a fan of the paddle.

Seth doesn’t pepper my ass with more spanks. He lets that one linger in the air. Let’s the silence come to suffocate me.

I want him to tell me the paddle is done, and at the same time, as the pain fades I want to beg for it. But I can’t because I am not a brat and I don’t need a punishment for talking out of turn.

This is the start of my training, and I will show him I deserve to continue being his sub. I am a good, good girl, and I will not ruin this for either of us.

The next slap comes without me expecting it, and I gasp. The place where he hit burns and stings, and I don’t know how to feel a pleasure and pain mix together to create a confusing cocktail of sensations.

The pain starts to prick, starting to crawl down my thighs. My muscles react and I start to move, dragging across his lap, alleviating some of the pain in my backside, trying to get some pressure on my clit.

And my breath…god, I’m panting. I haven’t even done anything, but I’m panting like I’ve run a marathon.

“Color?”

“G-green, Sir.”

He caresses my burning ass with his hand for a while.

“How was the paddle, pet? Did you enjoy it?”

His fingers tease my clit as one slips inside my wet folds.

Did I? My head is swimming with thoughts, but none that I can grasp.

“It’s okay if you didn’t, Bridget.”

“It hurts more than your hand, Sir. It bites and stings, and I’m not sure how I like it.”

“Very good girl for expressing your opinion. We need to be open and honest at all times if this has any chance of going anywhere, okay?”

“Okay, Sir. Thank you.”

He keeps his touch consistent, as one hand caresses my ass cheeks, and the other is in my pussy. It is not enough to make me come, just enough to keep me wanting more.

Once my breath has leveled out some, Seth takes his hand from my pussy. “Do you want to continue?”

“I do, Sir.” I want to be his good girl, and this is part of the process.

And though it hurts, I am enjoying this so much. His firm hand, his care. The fact that he is intent on teaching me. Training me.

The sting of the flogger spreads heat around the area where it strikes and tethers me to this world, but as he shows me how the remaining implements feel, my mind flies away from the here and now.

I am on a cloud, floating.

The only thoughts on my mind are about him.

I want to be so good.

I want to be the best.

For him.

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