Page 7 of A Master's Destiny
“You may begin your scene,” Master Nosh announces to the class as he picks up a notebook. I notice all of the trainers have notebooks in hand as they start walking the room.
Lofton immediately orders his submissive to join him at the spanking benches, while I hear another of the students command his submissive to strip.
I question their haste and flippancy and take a completely different approach. Placing my hand on her head, I command my submissive to stand and follow me.
Rocking on her heels, the woman stands up but keeps her eyes lowered as she follows me to the far side of the room. Now that we have a little more privacy, I put my finger under her chin and lift her head so our eyes meet.
“During the scene, what name would you like me to call you by?”
“Lollipop.”
I smile when I hear her pet name. “How charming.”
She grins. “Thank you.”
I become momentarily distracted when I notice one of the trainers stopping a short distance from me. He starts scribbling in his notebook.
Wondering what he is writing, I have to force myself to return my attention to my submissive. “You will call me Sir for this scene.”
She nods eagerly. “Yes, Sir.”
Remembering the questions Alana listed on the whiteboard, I ask in a casual tone, “Tell me, how long have you been in the lifestyle?”
“Five years, Sir.”
It’s good to know I have an experienced submissive. Curious about her relationship status, I ask, “Have you ever been collared?”
She shakes her head playfully, making her pigtails bounce. “Haven’t found the right Dom yet, but I’m always looking.”
I smile at her attempt to flirt with me. “Is it safe to assume that in five years, you’ve enjoyed a spanking scene or two?”
From the other side of the room, I hear the loud smack of a palm slapping against flesh.
The sound of it seems to turn us both on.
“Yes, I have, Sir,” she answers, biting her lip as she glances in the direction of the benches.
“Do you like it hard or soft?”
The girl blushes when she answers. “Which part, the spanking or the fucking?”
I chuckle. “Both.”
“To be honest with you, I have a low tolerance for pain, Sir. However, I love a good, hard thrust.”
I nod at her teasing banter, thoroughly enjoying it. “So, youdohave limits when it comes to spanking?”
She gazes into my eyes and says in a serious tone, “I don’t like handprints, Sir.”
I now know not to hit her with too much force, and I follow up my question with another. “No handprints,” I agree, “but a pinkened ass is okay?”
“Not quite as pink as my hair,” she replies, playfully twirling a strand of it with her fingers.
“A lighter shade of pink turns you on?”
She nods vigorously.
“And you’d like to end the session with hard penetration?” I growl hungrily.
