His voice warmed mebackup.
"Goodgirl."
Harrison knelt back on the bed. From my vantage point, I couldn't see what he was doing, but I soon felt it. He rubbed a hard leather paddle over my ass—first, the right cheek and then,theleft.
He let me feel it; the softness of the leather and the thickness of thepaddle.
He rubbed it acrossmyass.
I felt theweight.
He pulled it back a few inches and smacked me with it in quicksuccession.
It didn't hurt, but I flinched anyway. It tingled and woke up mysenses.
"How did that feel?" heasked.
"Nice," I said, and I meant it. It felt good. It felt the way it was supposedtofeel.
He rubbed it on my ass for a few more seconds. When he hit me again, it took a moment for the sting, but when it came, I felt it in my core. I moaned and instinctively tried to move away from the pain. With my hands secured the way they were, I didn't have much leveragetomove.
Harrison wrapped his arm around my thighs and pulled me back into position and hit me with the leather paddleagain.
I cried out, and tears stungmyeyes.
He keptgoing.
I ground my teeth, and I tried to pull away from him inearnest.
He held on strong and continued topaddleme.
I kept telling myself to hang on; I could take it. It couldn't continue formuchlong.
When I was about to give up, when in my head, I knew I couldn't take another hit, hestopped.
"Breathe,sub."
I gasped for air. The pain dulled while he paddled me, but it came all at once, and I whimpered intothebed.
"That's it. Let it out, sweet sub." He released his hold on me and knelt behind me on the bed. He ran a hand overmyass.
I flinched awayfromhim.
He didn't pull me back; he moved forward and tried again. This time, his hands were cool on my skin. He rubbed the sting away, and my own moans surprised me. His fingers worked into my muscles and trailed down mythighs.
"You did so well, my sweet sub,"hesaid.
"Thank you, Sir," I said in a breathywhisper.
He leaned over and kissed one cheek and then theother.
"No,thankyou."
I was surprised to find myselfsmiling.
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