Page 70 of Brie's Submission
He caressed the burning area. “Accept your punishment.” The caressing continued until he slapped her other ass cheek with the same force. She cried out, but his soothing touch immediately followed and eased the burn.
“Color?”
“Green, Master Coen.”
“Good. Now I am going to spank you hard four times. Count them in your head.”
His large hand landed on her ass, taking her breath away. It was immediately followed by a similar smack on her other ass cheek, and then another higher up, and the last at the same level on the original cheek. It burned, but the sting did not last long because of his gentle caresses.
“Your ass is starting to look properly pink, Miss Bennett.” His fingers glided down the valley of her buttocks to her aching pussy. He played with her outer lips and teased her moist entrance with his fingers. Brie moaned softly and wiggled against his hand, surprised by how turned on she’d become by his corporal punishment. He continued to tease her, alternating between spanking and caressing her bottom—creating anticipation and longing.
“You have proved a repentant student. A set of ten, and then I will take you,” he announced. “Are you ready?”
Brie tensed but nodded obediently. His hand danced over the curve of her ass, tickling her just before it spanked her warm skin. She grunted this time, wondering if she could handle all ten. The next smack landed with equal vigor and a gasp escaped her lips. By the eighth one, tears were running down her cheeks unchecked. The last was the hardest and loudest of them all, but it sent a pleasurable shockwave through her groin.
He stroked her fiery skin, murmuring quietly, “Nicely done, Miss Bennett. Nicely done.”
Master Coen gently lifted her by the waist and she put her knees on the desk. He helped Brie to tuck her legs underneath herself. She felt deliciously helpless with her red little ass in the air, her legs bound by the spreader bar and her wrists tied behind her. She heard him unzip his pants and looked back. Master Coen had a large, veiny cock, just like the rest of his body. He placed his hands on her warm buttocks and eased himself inside her. His throbbing shaft filled her to capacity.
The heat from her wet pussy caused him to groan. “You seem to have enjoyed our little spanking session.” He caressed and squeezed her still burning ass as he thrust his sizeable manhood inside her. “Nothing like fucking a beautiful girl with freshly spanked tush.”
She closed her eyes and ignored the ache of the bindings as her trainer took her hard. Her restricted movement made her his play toy, and for some reason that excited her. She started moaning as the sexual pressure built to an unbearable peak. His cock was rubbing her in just the right place, but she was afraid to orgasm without permission.
Brie panted, “May I come, Master Coen?”
“Do you feel a troublemaker deserves to orgasm?” he growled lustfully.
“If…it…pleases you,” she gasped out.
In answer, he grabbed her thighs and rammed deep into her hungry depths. “Because you took your punishment well, Miss Bennett, you may.”
She cried out in pleasure and delicious release as her pussy clamped down on his cock. Her bindings and stinging ass were forgotten as she climaxed hard and long. His orgasm soon followed, creaming her with his essence. He pulled away slowly, then carefully undid the cuffs on each ankle and unwound the tape binding her wrists. She felt stiff all over as he helped her off the desk and turned her to face the panel.
“How would you rate the scene, Miss Bennett?” Sir asked. His eyes glimmered with excitement, which in turn thrilled Brie.
“I would give it an eight, Sir.”
“Does that surprise you?” Marquis Gray asked.
“I suppose it shouldn’t have, Marquis Gray, given the scene you and I shared with the flogger. But yes, I am surprised there is something sensual about the combination of being caressed and spanked.”
Ms. Clark followed up with her own question. “What is your opinion of the spreader bar?”
“It’s a scary piece of equipment because it makes me feel so helpless,” Brie answered. She glanced at Master Coen and then remarked with a shy grin, “I guess that’s also part of its charm.”
Her female trainer actuallysmiledat her. “You handled the scene well. Of course, Master Coen did take it easy on you. Still, it was pleasant to watch.”
“Thank you, Ms. Clark,” Brie answered, trying to hide her surprise. It was a pleasant shock not to be on the woman’s bad side, for once.
At the end of the night, Sir explained that the week ahead would not only include a variety of bondage scenarios, but that each girl was going to be stretched and challenged in areas previously uncharted. He looked directly at Brie, adding, “We expect you to use your safe word when the need arises this week, for we will be focusing on finding the edge of your limits, here in the safety of the Center.”
Brie returned Sir’s unwavering gaze, trying to appear far braver than she felt.
Fire and Ice
Brie was nervous the next day when she pulled up to the school. Sir had pretty much warned her that she was going to be using her safe word, which meant something difficult would be ahead. The only thing that made it bearable was knowing that the trainers wanted to help her to grow fully as a submissive, and would not allow anything harmful to happen.
She actually smiled when she saw Blue Eyes at the door. She was growing accustomed to their daily interactions, grateful that they only required a nod of her head. He swung the door open and let her pass. “You’re looking especially fine tonight.”
