"Jeez, Button, looks like I don't even have to look for a reason to punish you."
I jerk up when he hits me across my ass again, herding me over to the bed.
"On your knees, ass up."
I climb up onto the bed and do as I'm told, but even before I'm fully in position, I'm hit with two more strikes, leaving me with throbbing pain before I prepare myself for the actual spanking to come.
"Hollow your back, Button. Look pretty for me."
"Yes, Sir."
I stick out my ass, hollowing my back for him and shrieking out in agony when the belt meets my sensitive skin for the next round of lashes. Nothing but the whooping sound of leather cutting the air before it meets my flesh and my anguished cries fill the room as he gives me what I asked for. I will never understand why I need this, why bathing in a scorching pain such as this gets me off like nothing else.
But I know it's not the pain alone, it's the entire scope of submission that comes with it. I would never let anyone else do this to me. I trust him like no other. I trust that he knows where to hit me, how far he can go, and when to stop. He observes my reaction to every single blow, sometimes adding a short break to watch me breathe through the pain while I process its aftermath.
His spankings equal a kind of devotion that I've never found anywhere else.
Tears of agony are streaming down my face by the time he's done with me. I'm panting erratically, dizzy with emotion when he turns me around to lay on my back. The silk sheets press against my tortured ass when he brings me in position, pushing my legs up and spreading them apart before he teases my entrance with the tip of his iron-hard cock.
I squirm and mewl beneath, partly because of the pain at my back and partly because of impatient arousal.
"Fuck me."
The words are barely more than an exhale, but he's heard them nonetheless. I sigh with delighted relief when he shoves himself inside of me, granting me consistent, deep thrusts while I coil with relish beneath him. I'm quivering with lust already, but the feeling is elevated even more when I feel his hand around my throat.
Our eyes lock onto each other, and despite my blurry vision from the almost dried-up tears, I can see him smiling. I smile back at him as he closes his hand around my throat, slowly cutting off my air supply while he continues to rock back and forth, fucking me with deep thrusts.
A familiar vertigo begins to set in, taking over my entire being, numbing my hearing and my vision. My mind is put to rest, settling into a mode that bounces between panic and extreme relaxation. The waves of pleasure set in just a moment before I threaten to lose consciousness. He notices my muscles tensing up around his length and loosens his grip around my throat just in time.
I inhale with frenzy, my entire body tensing in a frantic call for oxygen mixed with throbbing bliss as we both find our joint release and become lost in ecstasy and elation.