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“Five.”
“Five.” I repeat.
“Three more.”
His hand cracks two more times in quick succession, ripping screams from deep within me with each strike.
“Check in.”
I’m biting my lip so hard I’m not sure I can form words. The blunt head of his dick slides through my folds. “Addison. I can’t fuck this pretty pussy until I’ve given you all your slaps. Check the fuck in please.”
“Green.”
His last slap drives me closer to the edge, and by the time he’s repeated the process on other side, I’m a hoarse, quivering, burning mess, begging him to fuck me.
He insists we take a short break, rubbing my cheeks with such tenderness I can’t help but smile. “Do you want to try a crop?”
My answer tumbles from my lips without hesitation. “Yes.”
“One slap, each side.”
“For now,” I grumble into the sheets.
The weight on the bed shifts, a drawer squeaks open, and when he returns, he moves the crop within my eye line. “Do you want to touch it?”
“Just hit me with it, Thor.” My impatience is fraying at the seams. I’ve never experimented with spanking implements before, and now he presented the option, it’s like a red rag to a bull.
The impact is much different from a hand, concentrated in a smaller space. I’m sure it has to leave a mark. “Again, please, Thor. Again.”
He gives me another thwap on each side. Fists clenched I beg for more, and he obliges with another one on each cheek.
Dropping the crop onto the bed next to me, his fingers trace my ass cheeks. “Such delicious marks, Addison. You’re doing so well.” His praise creeps along my skin, warming the rest of my body, and I finally understand why submissives live for their dominants to say the words “good girl.” Even if all I get is tonight, I want to be his good girl.
I’m an incoherent mess when he presents the paddle to me and offers to smack me with it. I nod, but he doesn’t move. “Words, Addison. Out loud.”
“Yes, please. I’d like to try it.”
My ass is burning, throbbing, hot, and I know the skin is mottled without having to look at it in a mirror. Thor took my challenge to mark me and ran with it. The satisfaction runs deep knowing that it’s going to hurt to sit down tomorrow. I can’t fucking wait.
“Check in.”
“Yellow.” I need to make sure my curiosity doesn’t trump my tolerance. And I need to maintain strong channels of communication with Thor.
I’m pretty sure a smack of the paddle will tip me over the edge, but I really, really want to try. I’m not sure I’ll get another chance to experience this in such a safe and comfortable environment.
We agreed it would be a one night stand, and from what I’ve learned about him he rarely goes beyond that. But I think if I show that I’m good at being honest, and I’m not a clingy clinger who clings, tomorrow and beyond, I could maybe convince him to explore a few things with me. Maybe.
Maybe I’m just being hopeful.
“I’ll go easy with this, just so you can try it. Thud or sting?”
“What do you mean?”
“Different wood types result in different sensations. For a deep thud, you want a thick, heavy paddles. Red oak is thick enough for the weight alone to create a thud, though if the edge lands you’ll definitely feel a sharp sting. Other types of wood result in a sting.”
“Which one is in your hand?”
“Sting.”
