Page 59 of The Southern Submission

“That fucking stings!”

“Tell me whose bed you’re sleeping in from now on.”

I’m mad as hell, my ass cheeks still burning, and my nerve endings are on fire. He’s not in control of what I do. “I’ll sleep wherever the hell I want,” I sass. “You have other—” Before I can finish the sentence, the paddle connects with my ass again and I jump, letting out a breath so I don’t cry out. Fuck, that’s way worse than his hand. I rise up on my toes and shake, fighting the lingering pain.

“I want you to tell me where you’re sleeping,” he repeats, and without waiting for my answer, he paddles me again. I let out a pained cry and wiggle, trying to get away from the hold he has on the belt that keeps me in place.

“Your bed,” I breathe, voice thick with tears I’m desperately trying to hold back.

“And why are you sleeping in my bed?” he asks patiently like he’s not holding a leather paddle ready to swing against my burning ass.

“Because you’re a possessive asshole who wants me there,” I spit out, already knowing I’m going to regret it. The swish of the paddle swinging through the air and the smack of itconnecting with my skin are familiar enough that I tense and muffle the initial yelp and moan I make when the sting sets in. Tears track down my face and drop onto my arms. I can’t look at myself in the mirror. I can’t look at him. I regret my sass and know I’m bringing this on myself. I can’t help it.

“Use your words, Princess,” he says quietly, smoothing his palm over my ass. “You know what to say that’ll make this stop.”

“Yellow,” I say quietly, dropping my face onto my arms and feeling my shoulders shake with sobs that have nothing to do with the sting of the paddle that has already faded. “Red,” I cry out, ready for this all to stop, overwhelmed by so many feelings and emotions I’m instantly overstimulated.

Payton drops the paddle at our feet and removes the belt from my neck before he picks me up and carries me to the bed. He gently lays me down on my stomach and opens a drawer on the nightstand. I continue to sob as he smooths a salve on my raw ass. He removes his shirt and pants, crawls onto the bed, and pulls me on top of him in only his boxer briefs. He runs his hands up and down my back soothingly, kissing my hair and murmuring for me to let it out.

“I’m proud of you for using your safe words, Princess. I know it’s hard to ask for help or end a scene because of something hard. You’re brave and strong, and I’m so fucking impressed with you. You’re such a good girl.”

I bury my face in his neck and my sobs start to abate. I love hearing his praise, especially when he calls me a good girl. But his words are tinged with double meaning. He’s not just talking about this scene like my tears aren’t just about the pain from the paddling.

“I’m sorry I’m a mess,” I say, wiping at my face. I’ve probably gotten snot and tears all over his neckand chest. I’m so pathetic.

“No apologizing for a natural reaction. You experienced a traumatic event today. Instead of stuffing it down and repressing everything, you need to process your emotions and grieve what you’ve lost. Feeling physical pain can ground your emotions in reality and help you deal with what you may not fully understand yet. Let the tears out and know that using your safe words stopped the imminent pain and allowed you to have control of the scene when you didn’t have control of the situation you experienced earlier. Processing what happened to you today through a scene is healthy.”

“I didn’t realize it would come out like that. I was looking forward to a spanking, thinking it would be like last time and I’d get off on your lap. I just wanted to have an orgasm and turn off my brain,” I admit, a bit of a whine to my tone.

Payton’s chest rumbles under my ear as he chuckles. “Don't worry, Princess. You’re going to come plenty of times once we make sure you get what you need right now."

Thirty-three

Payton

Ainsley looks up at me, and even with wet lashes and a red face, she’s still the most gorgeous thing I’ve seen. “We’re not done?”

I smile and kiss her nose. She has to know I’d give her anything she wants. All she has to do is ask, or just look at me with the hint of desire in her eyes, and I’ll drop everything to make sure she’s satisfied.

“Of course we’re not done. We’ve only managed the impact session. You still need to come until you’re a puddle of drool, completely incoherent with pleasure. I have plans for my pretty whore.”

Her eyes brighten and she wiggles over me, her lithe body feeling incredible against my bareskin, letting me know she’s working through her emotions and processed enough to want sex now. It would have been fine if she just needed to be held all night and never wanted sex. As long as her emotional state is taken care of first, I’m good.

She sits up, straddling my hips, and looks down at me. “What if I have plans for you?”

Oh, fuck, yes, she wants to play. I grip her thighs and roll my hips up against her, watching as her eyelashes flutter. “If your plans have you coming so often you’re seeing stars, I think I can get behind that.”

“I like your plans better,” she admits, rocking over my cock that’s notched snugly against the apex of her thighs. “You seem to have a handle on my pleasure.”

“That’s right baby, anything to make you feel good.”

I gently roll her over, put a pillow under her raw ass to keep it elevated, and slide down the bed between her legs. Fuck, this pussy is my favorite. She smells good, tastes phenomenal, and has gorgeous, plump pussy lips, with the inner pair slightly longer and perfect for me to suck on. I lick up the taste of her arousal from her inner thighs, relishing the tease before I get to dive in. Ainsley’s watching me, lips parted, breaths coming in short pants, eyes heavy-lidded and hazy with lust already. I keep eye contact as I lower my mouth to her entrance. I slowly lick up her slit and groan in satisfaction at the taste of a fucking good pussy now exploding on my taste buds, her thighs quivering on either side of my head.

Her eyes flutter closed, her head dropping back onto the pillow, hands at her sides, clutching the duvet like it’ll keep her anchored when I plan to send her to outer space with my tongue. I worship her beautiful cunt, licking and sucking as she bucks her hips before moving to her clit and really start my fun. I spread her open with my fingers and suck her clit likeshe’s my favorite peach milkshake until she nearly flies off the bed, her hands grappling at my head, trying to push me away.

“Fuck, oh my God, that’s too intense. It’s too much.” She gasps and writhes under me.

She’s not using her safe words, so I keep going, sliding two fingers into her pussy and pumping her in time with my tongue and lips sucking at her clit. Her hands stop pushing me away and begin to grip and hold me in place, letting me know I have her exactly where I need her to be. Her hips are rolling against my face, grinding down on my hand as I slip in a third finger so she’s full, letting her fuck my hand at her own pace while biting and sucking her. She’s close, her rhythm speeding up and her moans growing louder as she chases the orgasm I’m leading her to. She pushes her hips against me hard, holding my head in place as she screams her release. Her legs go rigid next to me, her pussy spasming around my fingers and gushing down my hand as I work her through the intense moment. Her head thrashes from side to side, her pretty blonde hair sticking to her wet face as she moans loudly, chest heaving until she finally stills and her pussy lets my fingers go.

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