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The first stroke across her butt stole her breath.
She’d only experienced a tawse once before, and it had never been as debilitating as this.
The pain screamed through her body and she knew it had left a scorching mark across her skin. The clamps were uncomfortable, intensifying the sensation.
He paused, and she took a breath to compose herself.
“When you’re ready, put your ass back up in the air.”
“Yes, Mr Tomlinson,” she said. It took her another few seconds to comply.
He was ruthless and methodical. There was nothing random about the way he moved lower with each stroke. Knowing what to expect didn’t make it easier to take. He paused between each hit, and she was grateful for the respite, something she’d never before needed during a spanking.
She screamed when he caught the backs of her knees.
“Gorgeous colour of red,” he told her.
For a moment, she considered using her slow word, but the immediacy of the pain faded, leaving behind the familiar and welcomed sense of satisfaction.
“On your toes, sub,” he instructed. “Turn your toes in a little so I have better access.”
Earlier this week, from the soothing rhythm of his belt, she’d reached subspace. She wouldn’t get there this time, she knew. This was beyond anything she’d experienced.
“Maggie,” he prompted.
“Sir…” Thoughts were more difficult to string together than they ever had been.
“Do you need me to repeat myself?”
His voice didn’t vibrate with hostility, instead he was calm, probing. With great concentration, she recalled his instruction. She dug the balls of her feet into the floor beneath her and used the leverage to rise up and spread her legs.
“Can you endure another ten?”
She wasn’t sure. No doubt she could have if she didn’t know how many were coming. But ten? After what she had already been through? At this point, she wasn’t sure where her limit was.
“For me,” he said.
If she looked at him with his chiselled, stern cheekbones, she would be lost. With her eyes closed, she considered her decision.
“You can set the pace by how quickly you get back into position.”
She was learning she could deny this man nothing. “Give me your best, Mr Tomlinson.” Even she heard the bravado in her statement.
“You’re brave, Maggie.”
He blazed the first one on her right thigh. She lowered herself as she waited for the agony to recede. He hadn’t caught both thighs and diminished the impact. Instead, he’d intensified it.
Gritting her teeth, she signalled she was ready for the next.
“It’s okay to cry,” he told her as he laid into her again.
“No way, Sir,” she responded. She meant it. At this point, it was a matter of pride.
The third and fourth hits from the stern implement almost destroyed her resolve. He’d told her she could hold onto his leg, so she did. It was more a death grip than for balance.
He was deliberate with his placement, delivering more pain than she’d ever experienced. She’d heard there was a specific way to use a tawse, and he’d mastered it.
“Almost there,” he said. “Three more.”
The relentless assault continued, each swat jarring the clamps and making her pussy sore.
“Last one,” he told her.
Since she couldn’t move, he positioned her ass where he wanted it.
“That’s it.”
The crack across her ass reverberated through the room, joined by her scream.
He tossed the tawse on the coffee table and gathered her close to him.
She turned her cheek against him, into him and sought refuge in his solid muscles and the softness of his cotton shirt.
Tears she refused to release stung her eyes, and she blinked them back. She trembled and shook, and he held her.
The spanking had humbled her.
Until him, she had refused aftercare. But the other night at her condo, she’d surrendered to it. Being vulnerable in those first few minutes after such an intense experience had made the experience richer. She didn’t have to savour it alone like she had always done.
By measures, she noticed the rich rumble of his voice even if she couldn’t understand his words. Finally, something about removing her clamps penetrated her haze. “Yes, please.”
