Page 6 of Jaded
She cried out for the first time as the leather cracked across her skin. I smiled as I struck her again. My body moved automatically, categorizing her reactions, adjusting my swings, noticing the moment when she started lifting her ass to meet the paddle.
My little sub liked being spanked. I was betting that her pussy was already wet. I took a break from spanking her to confirm that suspicion, my mouth quirking up with satisfaction as I encountered her cream.
“This arouses you.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
There wasn’t a trace of embarrassment in her voice. Not that there should be. People liked spanking for a variety of reasons. It was cathartic. It calmed the mind. And for many, it helped fulfil their sexual fantasies.
I wondered what other fantasies Kristina had. I was looking forward to trying them all with her.
I resumed spanking her with the leather paddle, avoiding hitting her in the same place twice in a row. After all these years in the lifestyle, I could practically do this with my eyes closed. But I also knew that it was important to pay close attention. As my submissive, at least for this hour, Kristina’s health and welfare needed to be my top priority.
That didn’t stop me from analyzing why this woman was affecting me so much. We hadn’t even had a proper conversation and I knew I could never let her go. I just hoped she felt the same.
“Ahh!”
I stepped back, realizing that my paddle had broached the lowest curve of her ass, leaving a mark across the top of her thigh. Her skin was a bright red color now, and I knew it would be throbbing with heat. I dropped the paddle and went to find the arnica cream. Kristina’s hands were still behind her back, so I untied the ribbon.
“Stretch your arms out and hang them towards the floor for a few minutes to get the circulation going again.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Her voice sounded dream-like, telling me she was floating. We hadn’t done enough to get her to subspace – especially because she clearly liked pain – but she was definitely feeling good right now. Kristina had taken to submission like a natural.
As I rubbed the soothing salve on her skin I asked, “You haven’t done this before? None of your partners have spanked you?”
“No, Mistress. I tried to ask a few times, but no one was up for it.”
Damn vanillas. They didn’t understand that there was a wide range between boring missionary sex and being hog-tied and whipped. I’d known quite a few people who’d thought a simple spanking was the on-ramp to torture and abuse.
“But you’ve studied? Usually when I scene with someone for the first time, they need more explicit instructions.”
“I’ve read a lot of books and played in online forums, Mistress. I just, um, never found anyone in real life to learn from.”
“Where are you now, girl?”
“Green, Mistress.”
“Can you take more?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Good girl. Get on your knees.”
