Page 85 of A Lesson In Beginning

“Will it hurt?” I squeaked out timidly.

“Try again, wildfire.”

“Will it hurt, Sir?” I corrected myself, feeling all at once embarrassed, and yet so incredibly aroused simply by using the honorific.

“Pain is a funny thing. Yes, it can hurt. And it might. But I promise to ease you in slowly. And you have your safewords. The point of this exercise is to show you how pleasurable it can be, not to scare or frighten you.” His hand ran over the curve of my ass, caressing me and soothing my nerves. “Are you ready?”

I nodded my head, covering my face with my hands in embarrassment. Thankfully, he allowed me the nod this time, though I knew that would not always be the case.

He stroked over my ass to my thighs and back again twice more before stopping. His hand lifted and then…

Smack.

I gasped, my hands moving from my face in surprise.’

“Oh! That didn’t hurt at all!” I giggled in surprise and he chuckled right along with me.

“Well, no. I’m just getting started. But you see, it doesn’t have to hurt.” He landed smack after smack over my cheeks, slowly building a rhythm and growing in intensity, but it did not hurt. Not at first, anyway. After a bit, the sharp sting of his hand became apparent. But instead of frightening me, the sting rippled over my skin and through my body, the heat of my ass warming me as arousal spread straight to my core.

“That’s my girl. Take it for me.” His hand slipped between my thighs, his fingers finding my wet slit and sliding between. “You’re soaking wet for me already? Seems someone might like spanking after all.”

I nodded, but, as I had predicted, that was no longer acceptable.

“Use your words, wildfire. Tell me how it makes you feel as I spank your luscious ass.” His blows rained down over my ass once again, my gasps and moans ringing out through the room as I let go of my nerves and worries, allowing myself to just enjoy the stinging pleasure of his strikes.

“It feels sharp. Ah!” One particularly hard strike landed right where the curve of my ass met my thigh. Then another, this time even harder. My mind began to sink, settling into the space usually reserved for the height of our passion.

“Tell me how it feels, wildfire.” His voice rang out over the sound of his spanking, the intensity growing stronger, the tingling pain rippling up my spine and back down again, settling just behind my clit, which throbbed for him.

“It feels good, Sir. Please don’t stop!” I groaned as his hits moved down my thighs, his other hand pressing down between my shoulder blades, holding me exactly where he wanted me. And somehow, even that was a turn on.

I was his to handle. His to mold. His to give pain to. His to pleasure. And mercy, how it made me sink into the most blissful state. My thoughts evaporated, leaving nothing but the thought of pleasing him.

“Deep breath for me, wildfire. These are going to hurt more.” His voice, tight with need, filtered through my mind. I made to brace myself, but thought better of it. Instead, I relaxed, going limp over his lap and trusting him. It shouldn’t have been easy to do such a thing, but it felt like the most natural thing in the world at that moment.

“Good fucking girl.” He all but growled the words, my clit throbbing at the sound of it. But all thought left me as his hand came down, sharp and harsh, against my reddened ass. The force of it took my breath away.

“Breathe, wildfire.” I exhaled loudly and a second slap hit my skin.

Gasping, moaning, and trembling beneath him, his slaps hit, one after the other.

Once.

Twice.

Three more times.

On the last strike, my voice cracked, a sob choking back as the hit reverberated through my body. In an instant, I was lifted off of his lap, turned and found myself straddling his strong thighs.

“Hold on to me, love.” My arms wrapped around his neck, my face buried right there in the crook as I struggled to remember how to breathe. I trembled, my ass stinging slightly against his thighs. It was like I could feel every hair on his legs, scratching lightly against my sensitive skin.

One hand holding me to him and the other stroking my hair, he gently shushed me, lulling my trembling as we simply sat there for a moment.

“Beautifully done, wildfire. Now, let me make you fly. Let me show you how much you pleased me.” I nodded against his neck, letting him maneuver me again until I was on my back, right there at the foot of the bed.

He left my side for only a moment, pulling a chair to the edge of the bed for him to sit on. I sat up, wanting to crawl into his embrace again, but he stopped me with a single hand held out between us.

“Lie back for me.” I hesitated only a moment before doing as he commanded, my mind still swimming with arousal and pain and pleasure.

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