Page 122 of Masters of Pleasure
Nick had spanked her much harder to show her not to taunt him.That was something they’d gone over last week—not letting the submissives get away with bad behavior.It was supposed to have been a punishment swat, harder than the others… but she had enjoyed it.
Described it as ‘pretty good’ instead of painful, too much, or even ‘great.’
Clearly, his expectations needed some reworking if he was going to give her what she needed.
She was right.It was a lot easier to do that without the audience.He wasn’t sure he’d have been able to bring himself to spank her that hard at Marquis, even as a ‘punishment.’He would have been too worried about what other people thought of him.Too worried about what conclusions they might draw about him.Even if they were all there for the same thing and focused on what they were doing.Hell, even if they felt the same things, which they probably had been since none of the submissives had been satisfied with their Dom’s performance.
So, he did it again, this time allowing himself to slap her ass as hard on the left cheek as he had the right, watching the ripple through her flesh.She gasped again and lifted her hips back up, begging for more.
Now that he’d been encouraged, his cock surged from half-hard to rock hard as he watched her skin turn pink, much faster than it had during class because he was spanking her that much harder.
Smack!Smack!Smack!
She’d stopped telling him ‘harder’ but wasn’t saying ‘green’ yet.Had she forgotten?Or had he not gotten there yet?
You’re supposed to be the Dom.Ask.
“Avery, what color are you?”
“Green, Sir.”
The answer came without hesitation, and the feeling of satisfaction that flooded through his chest was so strong, it was a physical sensation.
“More, please.”
There was a note of pleading in her voice that called to his deepest urges.Nick raised his hand again and spanked her, a little harder than before, his hand moving over her luscious ass.He could already tell there was a huge difference between how he’d been doing it in class and what he was doing now.
Avery’s skin turned from pale cream to hot pink, slowly darkening in places where his hand had overlapped the blows.Her ass jiggled with every impact, lifting right back into place to meet the next hard slap.Breathy moans punctuated the sound of impact.
He tried to spread the spanking over her whole ass, from the top, down over the softest part of the mounds, to just above where the curves met her thighs.Try as he might, he couldn’t forget how much the ‘sit spot’ fucking hurt, so he wasn’t ready to go there yet.
Not that Avery seemed to mind.
In their current position, and without her underwear on, it was obvious how much the spanking was turning her on.He didn’t need verbal reassurance that she was enjoying the spanking.He could see it.
The cheeks of her ass were turning bright and dark pink.So, was her pussy, even though he hadn’t touched it.The lips were swollen and puffy, the space between them glistening with her arousal.She was soaking wet.
When was he supposed to stop the spanking?
That was something they really hadn’t gone over in class.
Before it becomes too much.
Not exactly a firm metric, but he got it.
When he’d first started cooking, there had been recipes to follow, certain amounts of ingredients, certain amounts of time… which was good enough for basic cooking, for getting the same results every time.Then something could change it.Different ovens heat at different speeds.Elevation changed how long something should be baked.An ingredient might not be available and require a substitution.And if you wanted to do something new…
Recipes were helpful, but they didn’t account for individualized tastes, ovens, or locations.
Just like there was no metric for judging how someone might react to a spanking.Nick had hated every second, though he understood why it was required.Avery’s reaction was completely different.He couldn’t judge how much would be too much for her based on what he’d felt for himself.
What he could do was decide he’d had enough of spanking her, and now, he wanted to fuck.
Avery
The heat spreading through her ass and along her nerves was like a siren song, calling to all of Avery’s most secret impulses and desires.The ones she’d buried for so long were pushed away.
She’d missed this.
