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With my eyes closed, I waited for the first blow to strike, wondering what the impact of the paddle would do to my rear end.
My answer was not long in coming.
The paddle landed with a stinging sharp smack. I jerked and moaned something unintelligible. And then a soft penetrating warmth began to rise on my bottom.
A second blow followed the first, and then successive blows until I thought, by my internal count, that Mr. Winningham had at last reached ten. It was instantly apparent that this fierce disciplinarian was not stopping with the initial ten. He laid on what would be another ten, though I’m not sure if I was capable of counting accurately. The sensation that began as warmth, quickly turned into a stinging burn as the repeated strikes from the school paddle were generating that fire that Reggie wanted.
“Oh, please stop,” I began my pleas. I didn’t want to say a word. I knew I shouldn’t protest, but it hurt so badly, I couldn’t stop myself.
“Such a fine blush,” I heard the man exclaim. He laid another good solid smack against my bottom. He was ruthless, and had certainly not lost his touch.
At one point, he backed off. “Shall I?” he asked Reggie, referring to something that eluded me, if only for a moment. Whatever Reggie’s response was, a crack of the paddle landed with the same ruthless zeal, this time across the top of my thighs.
“Oh! Gawd!” I gasped. My bottom was one thing, my thighs something else. I wiggled madly, as if my wild dance could take away the excruciating pain.
“Calm yourself,” Reggie snapped. “Mr. Winningham, another three on her thighs,” he gave the brusque order, obviously disappointed with me.
I was petrified the instant he announced that horrible sentence, though I didn’t have much time to contemplate the inevitable, as the next crack landed right on top of the first.
“Yeeeeeeaouch!” My wail must have shook the whole building.
The next landed right after, and another, louder wail pierced the air. I jerked more, not paying any attention to Reggie’s edict, and then cried all the more when the last of the four fierce blows stung my upper legs.
I collapsed against the table. Surely this was over, at least this part of my travail.
To my relief, the two men backed off admiring Mr. Winningham’s handiwork, while I allowed my tears to flow. I couldn’t hold them back anymore. My hands were wet, and I tasted the salty tang on my lips.
“You have a very unruly brat here,” Mr. Winningham observed. “She needs a few weeks worth of punishment, at the very least to curb her flagrant defiance. I envy you your task.”
That gentle little man with the twinkle in his eye suddenly looked like a demon in my mind. If only I had the opportunity to tell him so. My heart was speaking angrily, but I was bound to remain silent.
“She’s paying dearly for her indiscretions,” Reggie assured the man. “Believe me, we’re hardly finished.”
I was thankful for the breather, but I knew before long, the remaining two implements would be tested on my posterior in the same way that the paddle had been.
I don’t recall how long it was, perhaps just minutes, or maybe even a half hour, but when I suddenly felt a tugging at my hand, I was shaken from the uncertain peace. Reggie was pulling me to my feet. Surprised by the abrupt turn, I wondered if he might be ending the session.
We were standing close. He still held my hand, and the force of his commanding presence made me weak. This was as complete a dominance of me as he’d ever had. We were so close as to feel each other’s breath. The tingling body to body sensation made me wish his hands would reach out and touch me tenderly, and bring the erotic stimulation brewing inside me to some finishing edge.
“Your bottom burns,” he acknowledged.
“Yes,” I answered, though now, it hardly burned at all. He was still holding my hand ever so lightly, as his eyes held me transfixed.
“And you need to be punished more?” he asked, though there was little question in his statement.
“Yes.” I found myself answering affirmatively, unable to deny the desire that reached from that unknown place somewhere in my depths, and bursting free made my skin feel prickly, waiting to be satisfied by more pain.
“I’m going to strap your ass severely, and will follow it with the cane,” he told me in a cold dark voice. “You’ll bear this as the good submissive you once were. Remember, Alexandra, you came to me with your need. I’m simply giving you what you want. Don’t forget why this has to happen.” It was a gentle admonishment, but his words cut clear to my soul. His eyes lingered long, longer than the echo of his words falling on my ears.
“Yes sir,” I replied with a whisper.
“Don’t make this harder than it has to be,” he suggested.
“Yes, sir,” I replied.
What passed between us bonded us together, that compelling thing that drove me to him and him to me. I’ve never been able to reason our relationship; but something felt comfortable in my submission to him. Perhaps there were no expectations but the surrender. That was all I could
ever have or want from him, and we both enjoyed what that meant.
