“I was just-”
“Are you?” He cut me off, his tone even.
“No.”
“The safe word is not a game. If you need everything to stop, you use it. But if you tell me you’re okay, I’m going to expect you to follow directions. I’ll reward your good behavior, and I’ll correct your poor behavior. Those are not threats. Those are expectations. Do you understand that?”
“Yes.” I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing again.
“Now, come lie across my lap.”
He said as he waited for me to rise from my position and lie across him. His dick was erect, and he readjusted it so that I could lie comfortably.
“Last chance before you are punished.” He said with a raised eyebrow. “If this isn’t what you want, it stops here.” He insisted.
Imagine the words that escaped my mouth. I begged this man to punish me.
“I want to continue.” I shocked myself. I didn’t feel like he would hurt me. It was something about the way that he assured me that made me trust him. He had every opportunity to break that trust, and he’s only reaffirmed it.
His mouth curled into a smile.
He didn’t use the paddle right away. Instead, he rubbed my hair and then held my hand.
At first, he rubbed my butt gently and massaged the small of my back. Then I felt the second that he picked up the paddle.
Whack
My mouth fell open, and I squeezed his hand so hard I felt like I might break it. But it was followed by something else, a moan. How?
Whack
Before I could think, he slammed the paddle down again. Instantly, my pussy got wet at the sensation. But tears filled my eyes, and he noticed them. I could see his eyes soften as he brushed my hair again.
Whack
He slapped me again. Harder than each of the two times before, but still not hard enough for me to take it and slap him back.
I gripped his hand this time harder as I cried out. I contemplated using the safe word because I thought I was ready to call it quits. Not because I was hurt, but because there was no way that I was supposed to be that aroused by being paddled.
“Turn over for me, pretty.”
I rolled onto my back, staring up at his face while I wiped the tears threatening to fall. He parted my thighs and then dipped between my legs.
“Are you wet from your punishment?” He asked.
“Yes,” I admitted.
“Good. Go back to the center of the bed.”
He waited for me to go back to the center of the bed, and then he put the paddle back in its place.
He climbed into bed and stroked his dick as he lined it at my entrance.
“Look at me, pretty.” He demanded as we locked eyes.
“By the time that I let you go, you’ll understand exactly why I told you to trust me. You’ve been laughing all night. I want you to keep that same confidence.”
The man was delivering my eulogy because when he pushed inside of me without any regard to my uterine lining, I felt like I almost fainted. His dick was unearthly.
