Page 114 of Security and Submission
“I’m starting to think it’s going to be more difficult to teach you a lesson than I expected,” Zeus murmured.
He might not be wrong.
Yasmine didn’t answer him verbally; she just wiggled her butt at him and grinned when she heard his chuckle. Then his hand came down again and again, rapid fire, three times in a row on each cheek before he paused to squeeze on the fourth one.
His fingers dug into her soft flesh, which was already stinging from the spanking.
Gasping, she found herself lifting onto her toes again as the heat in her skin flared.
“Five with the belt.” Zeus rubbed his hand over her now-sensitized ass again, not bothering to be gentle this time. The briskness of the friction, the rough handling, made her skin prickle… or maybe that was the anticipation of finally getting to the real punishment. Yasmine lifted her hips, wiggling her butt at him.
She doubted her skin was more than a little pink, but she was sure it held some hue from the spanking.
“Naughty girl,” was Zeus’ only comment, though it was very mild compared to what it could have been.
Yasmine didn’t feel as if he was upset with her anymore about keeping her relationships with his team a secret. Now they were in on the secret together—and they both had good reasons for keeping it under wraps for now.
“Yes, Sir,” she agreed, dropping her head.
The softest sound preceded the hardest smack, as the leather cracked against her skin, right across the middle of her ass. Yasmine cried out. She rocked forward, nipples dragging across the comforter, her insides clenching, toes curling in response to the line of pain across her backside. As she panted for breath, Zeus’ hand rubbed over her ass, both soothing and exasperating the sensation. Tears had sparked in her eyes, and she gulped back her whimper as he caressed the welt he’d just created.
“Good girl. Four more.”
Ow, ow, ow…
His hand waited until she relaxed before lifting again, and it took all her willpower to stay relaxed—but she knew it would hurt a lot less if she did.
The soft rush of air.
Another line of painful burning across her butt, just under the previous welt.
Tears weren’t just sparking now; they were filling her eyes as she gasped for breath, threatening to spill over. Her insides clenched and throbbed. It hurt, it hurt so much, and for some reason, her pussy got the mixed-up signal of pleasure, the way it always did when she was being punished.
“Three more.”
Zeus rubbed her ass again, and Yasmine whimpered out loud this time, dropping her head back down as she shuddered and made her muscles relax again.
Each line burned along her backside, just below the previous one. The final one went right across her sit spot, and Yasmine screamed, the sound muffled by the bed as she pressed against it. Her fingers and toes curled, squeezing, as her body wrestled with the throbbing, stinging pain she was willingly subjecting it to.
When Zeus’ fingers slid along the seam of her pussy, she could feel the slick glide of his probing—she was soaking wet. Whimpering for a new reason, Yasmine lifted her hips as he teased her sensitive flesh. The combination of throbbing pain from her butt and needy ache from her pussy was a chaotic storm of battling sensations.
A completely different kind of heat pulsed through her as his fingers dipped and swirled, and Yasmine moaned. Her ass was on fire, and all she wanted was to be fucked.
“You know you were a very naughty girl, don’t you, princess?”
“Yes, Sir.”
At the time, it had felt like she’d made the right decision, but she’d also known that they were coming to a point where she probably should have told him. She’d been afraid to, and that was on her. She hadn’t given him the chance to react; she’d just assumed it would be bad, so of course that meant she’d put him in a position where it would have been difficult for him to have anything other than a bad reaction.
Which was not what she’d wanted.
The fingers pulled away from her pussy and moved up to her asshole. Yasmine gasped and automatically clenched at the sensation of his slick digits pressing against the tiny entrance.
“Open up for me, Yas. You agreed that you were a very naughty girl.” His voice lowered to a growl, his fingers pressing harder at her entrance.
Yasmine closed her eyes as she pressed her face against the bed again. As good as anal could feel, there was always a sense of shame that swept through her at being touched there… even more so when she was fucked there. Good girls didn’t have anal sex. Bad girls did. It hurt in a wonderful, terrible manner, and it always made her feel more debased than anything else a Dom could possibly do or say.
All of which only aroused her more.
