Page 7 of Jaded
Kristina
I’d dreamed of beingspanked for so long I could hardly believe any of this was real.
When I was twelve years old, I’d snuck one of my mother’s romance books out of her bedroom.The Pirate’s Prizewas about a handsome but stern pirate who discovers a stowaway on his ship. The young woman ran away, intending to escape her wicked stepmother, but the pirate has no time for excuses. He puts her over his knee and spanks her until she’s begging for forgiveness, and then he kisses her, and she discovers the heady combination of pain and pleasure. Then they lived happily ever after.
I’d read every spanking romance I could get my hands on ever since.
I wanted to experience pain. Loss of control. The emptying of my mind. Surrender.
I didn’t like the hard stuff. I wanted to be spanked, not whipped. Called a slut, not peed on. I wanted a hand around my neck, but not to be choked out. I craved the kind of pain that brings you right to the edge, that heightens arousal and makes everything more intense.
Over the years, I’d hinted around with a few of my lovers that I’d like to have things get a little rougher in the bedroom, but they’d acted like I was crazy. One guy had told me I should get therapy for whatever abuse I’d suffered as a child, as if that’s the only reason a person might want to be spanked.
That’s why I’d jumped at the chance to work at Surrender. Besides the fact that it paid very well, all staff got free membership to the club, and we were free to play any time after working hours.
This job was my chance to finally try BDSM. But I didn’t expect to find her. Mistress Lauren. I was already obsessed with her, and when she ordered me to my knees I didn’t hesitate to comply.
I kept my eyes down until Lauren squatted in front of me. The movement made her short skirt hike up her thighs, revealing a triangle of lace. I was so fixated on that view that I didn’t notice what the domme was doing until she grabbed my nipple and pulled hard. I glanced up to see her affixing a clamp to my left breast.
I hissed in a breath. Nipple clamps. Something else I’d always wanted to try. The pain was exquisite, making my entire torso hum.
Lauren made quick work of clamping the other nipple. The clamps were connected by a thin chain. When she shifted the chain, it added more pressure to the clamps. I bit my lip and tried to breathe through the intense pain.
“Good girl,” she whispered.
I couldn’t help but smile. Apparently, I was a praise slut. I’d had no idea.
“Have you ever licked a pussy?”
“No, Mistress.”
I’d never gone down on a woman before, but right now I wanted it more than I’d ever wanted anything in my life. Lauren’s eyes flared with what looked like interest. Or maybe satisfaction. She wanted me to give her pleasure as much as I wanted to give it to her.
“You have pleased me, so as a reward I will let you eat me out until I come,” she told me. “And then you will lick me clean.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
She walked to the other side of the room and leaned her back against a clear expanse of wall. Her lithe figure stood in contrast to the bright white paint. The entire room was bright and modern looking, not at all the dark dingy dungeon feel I’d expected when I started working here.
Lauren crooked her finger at me.
“Come.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
I started to push to my feet, but she held up one hand.
“You will crawl. On your hands and knees like a good pet.”
I was already wet, but that stark order made my pussy gush. I pressed my thighs together for an instant and then dropped to hands and knees, crying out when the movement caused the clamps to pull uncomfortably on my nipples. They were already turning a dark red, engorged and angry.
