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“No, I’m not. Well, I am, but only because I believe people are always changing and growing. But I’m almost certain I’ve tried everything that I marked “yes” or “willing to try” on my personal list.”
“You’re welcome to make requests and suggestions, but, Mal, this time I won’t scene hard unless one of us needs it. I’m not going to do knife play just for the sake of it.”
“I want that too. I mean I want to submit to you. Back when I first talked about all the things I wanted, I hadn’t factored in an emotional connection with my Dom. I didn’t know how to tell you that because I felt, well, feel, emotionally close to you even simple, small things have the impact I thought I could only get from heavier play.”
“Good.” Benson kissed her head again. “If you really need it, I’d let someone else top you for something specific… But, fuck, I don’t know if I can handle someone else touching you.”
“I don’t want anyone but you.”
Her heart fluttered when he took her hand and kissed her palm and the inside of her wrist.
They sat in silence for a while. Mal wasn’t naïve enough to think that they’d thought of and discussed every possible issue, but it felt like they were at a place where they could figure it out, as long as, this time, they were honest with one another.
As the silence stretched, Mal’s body reminded her of just how deliciously dangerous Benson was. She reveled in the way her ass throbbed and nipples burned.
“Thank you for punishing me, Master.”
“We’re not done yet, darling. I’m just giving you a break.”
“Not done?”
“No. If you’re ready to continue, I want you face down over my lap.”
Mal sat up from where she was resting against his shoulder and looked back at him. He was leaning against the wall, legs stretched out in front of him. His face was that emotionless mask he so often wore.
“Yes, Master.”
After rubbing her cheek against his for comfort, she lay herself over his thighs. He helped her into place, giving the back of her neck a gentle squeeze.
“The issue with spanking you when you’re standing up is that I can’t easily access your sit spots. Tuck your knees down just a bit. That’s it. Good.” Benson ran his hand—now free of the glove—over the sensitive spot where thigh met ass.
“This is going to be a hard hand spanking. It’s meant to hurt, and it will hurt differently than the paddle or glove.” He placed a few practice swats on each cheek. “Because those are tools, and that was more impact play than spanking, wasn’t it?”
“Yes, Master.”
“A proper punishment spanking means putting you over my knee and slapping your ass until you remember who you belong to. Until your ass hurts so bad that you’ll never. Lie. To. Me. Again.”
He punctuated each of those words with a vicious blow to her sit spot.
Mal yelped, elbows digging into the mat beside his thigh as her back arched.
Benson reached out and grabbed hold of her hair, forcing her to maintain the arched position through the next five spanks.
If she’d thought the hand spanking—despite what he said about it hurting—would be only a pale shadow compared to the paddle and vampire glove, it was because she hadn’t considered just how many times Benson was going to spank her.
He slapped her sit spot and upper thighs again and again. Because he was avoiding the parts of her ass that were already well beaten, he had a smaller area to concentrate on. It started as a sting that deepened to a burn. Then the skin became so sensitive that each spank made her whole body jerk with fiery pain.
Mal started thrashing, and Benson had to take her wrists in his free hand, holding them still at the small of her back.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!”
“I know you are, but you still need to be punished.”
His unrelenting dominance made her pussy wet even as her ass was on fire.
“I’m sorry!” This time, it ended on a sob.
Once more she cried, but this time he didn’t cuddle and comfort her through her sobs.
