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With the heat gathering inside my core, I pressed my thighs together and nodded. Nerves bubbled inside my belly at the thought of what I would have to do tonight. I had told Steven that I wanted a discipline class—mainly to fulfill his needs.
“Is tonight’s class still Discipline 101?” I asked.
Another chuckle left Steven’s mouth, this one more relaxed. “You really want to be punished, don’t you?”
I pressed my lips together, averted my gaze, and nodded. “Yes.”
While I might’ve been nervous, it was definitely because I wanted to be able to fulfill him completely and not because I was scared with what these punishments were going to be and how hard he’d make them … kinda.
After we walked into class together, Steven rummaged through the closet for some tools he’d punish me with while I sat at a desk, nervous as hell. Other students began filling the seats around me, and I couldn’t swallow the fact that I … that I …
Didn’t really want to do this.
At least not in front of everyone else. What if I started crying? What if Steven pushed me past my limits and I had to use the safeword? That would be beyond embarrassing, not only because the class would be watching, but also because I would have let him down.
And I couldn’t do that.
“There are many forms of punishment that you can give your partner or, if you’re in a BDSM relationship, your submissive,” Steven said, starting the class, his gaze on the other students and not on me. “Mental punishment, restrictive punishment, orgasm control, lectures, chores, and more. But today, I’ll demonstrate bondage, paired with physical punishment.”
Once his gaze traveled to me, he nodded to the front of the class. I slipped out of my seat, nerves zipping through my entire body. I couldn’t back down now. I had asked for this, and I had to take it, no matter how hard he gave it.
“Remove your clothes, Miss Monroe,” he said.
When my clothes were off completely, he fastened my arms to chains that dangled from the ceiling and then placed a bar between my ankles to keep them spread, so I stood in an X position in front of the entire class.
“Are you ready?” he asked, moving in front of me and tucking some hair behind my ear.
“Yes.”
“Are you sure?” he continued, giving me a chance to back down.
But I refused. I would show him that I could be his submissive.
“I’m sure.”
Steven cleared his throat and headed to the main table that had all his tools of punishment spread out on it. I swallowed hard and glanced nervously from each one, wondering how hard he’d use them on me.
After Steven explained almost all of them to the class, he picked up the last one, which I didn’t recognize. “This is an electric shock rod. It doesn’t need to be used as punishment, but it will provide a slight shock to your partner.”
A shock?
Steven is going to shock me?
He placed it down. “We’ll use this toward the end of class.”
The first toy he picked up was the crop.
“You can use this on many parts of the body, as the end is not as stiff as a paddle,” he said, the flimsy side of it lying across his palm. He placed it against my belly and gently drew it up the center of my body to my face.
When the end met my cheek, he lightly tapped it, as if to get me used to the sensation. I stared up at him, pussy aching as a small smile creeped across my lips. This didn’t seem too bad, to be honest.
All I was nervous about now was that electric shock rod.
He tapped it again, harder, against my cheek. I bit back a moan, the pleasure beginning to fill my body, and let him do it once more. I tried to pull my legs together, but the spreader bar around my ankles forced me to keep my legs apart.
Once more, he moved the crop further down my body and snapped it against my breasts, leaving a light pink mark. His eyes lit up with excitement as pleasure gushed between my legs. This was exactly what he liked, wasn’t it?
Again. And again.
