Page 54 of Compelled Obedience

“No, I’m not taking advantage of you. That’s not the intent. Just try and relax.”

He had to be kidding me. I doubted he had any idea what this was like. I sucked in my breath and held it as he smoothed hair away from my mask. I sensed he wanted to take it off, and I stiffened. I would have no way of stopping him if he wanted to.

“I think twenty will be a fair number tonight.”

Twenty. Oh, my God. I wasn’t certain I’d be able to stand it. I wriggled, fighting the thick straps holding me down. I’d never been tied to anything before, even though I’d been held down against my will. I hadn’t realized it would be so confining.

I heard the slight whimper oozing from my mouth and was terrified I couldn’t continue.

“Breathe, Star. It’s going to be fine. You can do this.”

“I… yes, sir.” I could and would do this.

He rubbed his fingers down my spine to the base just above the crack of my ass. Then I realized that he had a bird’s-eye view of my slickened pussy. Oh, God. Could anything be more humiliating?

When he tapped his fingers on one side of my bottom then the other, I was thrown by how the simple touch shoved me into another realm almost immediately.

“This will hurt. Feel free to express the way you feel however you need, Star. Do you understand?”

Hell, yes, I understood, but I didn’t want to lose my shit in front of him. “Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.”

I heard the snap of his wrist then the whooshing sound as the strap arced through the air. Suddenly, everything seemed to be in slow motion, including my mind’s reaction. When the belt was brought down directly across the center of my backside, I didn’t react at all. There was no pain, only minor discomfort, but the sound alone was jarring, forcing me to jerk hard against my bindings.

It was the second cracking sound that really grabbed my attention, my mind spinning out of control when the leather connected with the tender flesh on my bottom. I reared up, issuing what sounded like a battle cry in the wild. “Oh. My. God.”

“That’s it. Let it out,” he said, his voice husky and dripping with enough lust I was pitched into the blackness of desire.

I was shaking all over as I twisted my arms, tears immediately forming in my eyes. The myriad feelings and sensations were wild, pushing me into another realm of consciousness. I sucked in my breath, holding it as he brushed the tips of his fingers across my bottom. There was nothing sexual about his actions, just a gentle caress to tell his very good girl that he was proud of her.

That made the time we’d shared that much more special, yet I was still thrown by the sensations and the wave of electricity that was driving me to the point of madness already and he was what, four strikes in?

When he pulled back, I wasn’t prepared for the quick volley of heat the four additional cracks provided or the way my pussy quivered from the increasing pain. A week ago, I would have made fun of anyone who wanted anything like this. Now? I was reveling in the vibrations and the knowledge that I believed I could trust him, a man I’d hated just a week before.

I bit my lower lip, jarred even more from the next two. Tears formed in my eyes, and I didn’t try to stop them, watching as they dripped past my lashes to the floor. There was something very cathartic about relinquishing control and at the same time being absolved of my sins. At least that’s what this felt like. Was it something I could get used to? I wasn’t entirely certain but with his training, I believed that…

He wasn’t going to be doing the training, at least not until I admitted the truth. How long could I continue the charade before he found out I was a fraud? What would he do when he did?

I was torn, feeling the need to confess all my sins, including that one, but I kept my mouth shut, doing my best to control my raging emotions.

“You’re doing very well. I’m extremely proud and impressed.” His voice was soothing, his touch setting my entire world on fire. I was more breathless than I’d been before, tingling all over.

Another four were provided, each strike harder than the one before. I jerked up several times, whimpering like a fool yet feeling okay about doing so. Letting go was partly what the joy of learning to submit was all about. Right?

He continued the spanking, taking his time alternating between acts of punishment and praise and as I fell deeper into a beautiful abyss of bliss, I was shocked how wet I’d become. Was that terrible? Should I feel ashamed by my body’s reaction?

I fisted my hands, another round of tears slipped to the floor, and I almost laughed. I would remember this for a long time to come.

When I heard him taking a labored breath, I came back to full reality.

“We’re finished.” The two words were said without emotion, but I sensed he was proud of me. Wasn’t that the craziest thing in the world? I could feel it in my bones.

He was careful unstrapping me, easing me to a standing position. Then he turned me around to face him. I was still taking shallow breaths, lightheaded from being bent over. “That is just the beginning and a very simple lesson. You need to think about if this is what you want. The next time you come into work, stop by my office and let me know your decision. Fair enough?”

“Yes, sir. Fair enough.” I remained lightheaded and almost did the unthinkable, ripping off my mask.

Instead, when he let me go, I stumbled backwards, still tingling all over, shaking as I struggled to slide into my shorts.

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