Page 11 of Obsession (Dark Revenge)
“Nothing can touch you here except me, Alison. So you have no reason at all to run,” I pointed out.
Alison opened her mouth to once again defy me, but she realized this talk wasn’t going to give her what she wanted. She hoped to plead her case and avoid whatever punishment I had in store for her, but that wasn’t going to happen. She ran, and therefore, she was getting punished.
“Get up here,” I ordered, waving her closer and widening my legs a tiny bit.
She was acutely aware of the direction this was taking, and her fear was obvious. While she had mentally braced herself for the impending pain, it was evident that she had no desire for it, especially considering the fury I was radiating tonight. However, I had something different in store for her as a form of punishment.
Alison slowly rose from the floor, positioning herself in front of me for a brief moment. I leaned back slightly, and she drapedherself over my lap, arching her ass upward. I began to undo my belt, not with the intention of using it, but rather to instill a sense of fear in her. A whimper escaped her lips as she heard the buckle click open and the belt being drawn through the loops. To taunt her, I trailed the leather over her enticingly round flesh. She shifted slightly, her instincts urging her to move, yet she forcefully restrained herself, remaining still.
“The belt then,” she whispered to herself.
I smiled a little, then stretched the leather, making her gasp as if I had already hit her. I chuckled before throwing it onto the coffee table, and I watched her turn her head, seeing it lying away from her.
“I-I don’t understand,” she began, turning her head, but just as she did, my hand came down on her ass, and she let out the deepest little breathy groan. It was the sound a very aroused woman would make. However, I knew it was merely the shock of the gentleness behind the spank that made her let out that sound.
I did it again, and Alison reached behind herself to cover her ass, but I grabbed her arms, pressing them behind her back and keeping them there before I landed a few more spanks on her bare ass. I angled one of them slightly between her legs, striking her pussy.
“No, no,” she began murmuring, shaking her head. “This is not a punishment.”
“But it is. You hate this,” I pointed out, a clear amusement in my voice.
“You’re supposed to hit harder!” she exclaimed, and I hit her a little harder, but not enough to make her scream. Instead, another little gasp left her lips. “Jared!”
“Not my name.”
“Master, what are you doing?” she asked, turning her head, and I landed another spank on her ass. “I ran! Why aren’t you hitting me harder?”
I smiled, relishing the evident confusion and desperation that danced in her eyes. It brought me immense satisfaction because this was precisely the way I wanted her. I desired her to be tormented by the actions I inflicted upon her, to feel an overwhelming sense of revulsion, and to plead for me to cease. Yet, Alison displayed a remarkable resilience to the pain I subjected her to. In fact, she even craved it, actively begging for more.
However, if she were to start enjoying the torment, it would signify my victory, and for Alison, it was a nightmare to find any pleasure in what her enemy was doing to her. Unfortunately for her, she did, and she began to squirm on my lap, imploring me to intensify my strikes so that she could maintain her anger toward me. Instead, my spanks became gentler, delivering only faint stings that intertwined with the rush of adrenaline coursing through her, inadvertently kindling a strange arousal within her.
“This is your punishment tonight, slave,” I stated, spanking her again to emphasize my point.
“This can’t possibly be a punishment.”
“No?” I taunted before sliding my fingers between her legs, opening them up, then running two over her slick pussy. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe it isn’t a punishment. You’re enjoying this far too much.”
I grasped her hair, pulling her head back and turning it slightly. Her cheeks were a flaming red, a mix between the pleasure she was feeling and the embarrassment. It was the best thing I had seen all night, and it turned my night from awful to not so awful.
“This makes no sense!” she protested. “I ran!”
“I’m aware,” I replied, going back to deliver those gentle spanks.
“God, please stop!”
“I don’t think a slave has any right to beg for mercy when she is the one who screwed up,” I taunted.
“But this is not a punishment! This is how people who actually like each other play in the bedroom!” she growled.
“Maybe it should be our next roleplay,” I teased. “Two people who actually like each other.”
Alison groaned, shaking her head again, and for each spank, she grew more desperate for it to stop.
“Please!” she begged, and I had never heard her plead with such power, except when I was going to make her suck another man’s cock. I should have thought of this sooner, I mused to myself, delivering another well-placed spank and seeing how pink her white skin was getting. The sight and her pleas made my cock so hard I had to open my pants to get some relief before I continued her punishment.
“No! Stop this!” she begged, then grabbed the couch in front of her to try to pull herself off my lap.
I chuckled, watching her wiggle around. I didn’t even try to hold onto her very tightly. Instead, I observed as she slipped off my lap and onto the floor.
