So much happened on this night, not all of it sexual, that I can only hit the highlights. The one thing I don’t know if I’m able to recall well enough to write about is subspace. I hit it three times, and I remember it vividly, but trying to piece together that night in conjunction with subspace is almost impossible. I can describe it as a separate piece of the moment, but to weave it into the story is almost impossible. If my Sir ever chooses to do that, He is probably better able than I am. But, I apologize, if the parts of the story become disjointed. There came a point for me when everything was disjointed – and it was wonderful…
The toys were out on the desk in the room. I laid on the bed, naked from the waist down, thigh highs firmly in place, bra and shirt still on. Relaxed from cumming hard more than once, I waited for Him to lead me.
“Take off your shirt and bra, pet”
I stood up and disrobed, unable to let go of my discomfort with my own body. I sat back down on the bed, my arms around my middle.
His eyes lit up when He saw me. His hands roamed my torso, pinching my nipples, squeezing my breasts. I leaned into Him, closing my eyes.
His hand twined in my hair and grabbed me, hard. I whimpered as my eyes rolled back in pure arousal. He pulled me up from the bed by my hair and led me to the love seat.
“I want you across my knee, slut.”
“Yes, Sir,” I mewled.
His hand still in my hair, I laid across His lap, finding the correct position. His hands on my ass were warm and comforting. He stroked my ass for a moment. I placed my forehead on the arm of the couch. I clutched a washcloth He handed me to bite down on if my cries became too loud.
“You will thank me for each one, pet.”
I swallowed hard. “Yes, Sir.”
“Thank you, Sir!” I shrieked in surprise.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Each one punctuated by a cry of “Thank you, Sir.”
Intermittently, he stroked my ass, rubbing, kneading.
SMACK! SMACK! Each time was a little harder, my “thank yous” a little more pleading. I could feel the fire building in my ass. He dipped His hand into my pussy. Later, He told me I was dripping down my thighs.
My first real spanking continued for long moments. Sweat beaded my forehead. My ass hurt and just when I thought I could take no more, He finished. I felt Him lean down and nip and kiss my red cheeks. I trembled.
He helped me up.
“It’s time for the paddle, pet.”
I trembled as He helped me to the bed. I assumed the position. The delicious sting on my ass was beginning to fade slightly. I knew that wouldn’t last long.
“How many, pet?”
“Sir?” Confused, I didn’t know what He was asking.
“How many times with my paddle do you think you can handle?”
Afraid to say too much and need our safeword and afraid to say too few and not push myself, I hesitated.
“Count up for me, pet.”
My body tensed as I felt the paddle stroke my reddened ass.
THWACK! “One, thank you, Sir!” The first was a jolt to the system.
THWACK! “Two, thank you, Sir!” The pain surprised me.
THWACK! “Three, thank you, Sir!” I cried out.
THWACK! “Four, thank you, Sir!” That one hit a more painful spot.
THWACK! “Five, thank, you, Sir!” My voice raised an octave.
THWACK! “Six, thank you, Sir!” My ass was on fire.
THWACK! “Seven, thank you, Sir!” Oh God, could I take much more?
THWACK! “Eight, thank you, Sir!” Oh God, that hurt so much and felt so good.
THWACK! “Nine, thank you, Sir!” I don’t think I can do more.
THWACK! “Ten, thank you, Sir!” I screamed out my response, thankful it was the last one.
He stroked and rubbed my ass, gently, as I trembled. He spoke to me in soothing tones. I don’t know what He said to me anymore. His hands dipped into my pussy.
After a brief rest, another ten. The pain was delicious. Grateful for my masochistic tendencies, I reveled in my ability to take the 10. I knew anymore than that would have been too much.
Another rest, more soothing words, more finger fucking. My eyes were beginning to glaze over. My entire existence centered around my ass, the paddle, and my Sir. Nothing else existed in the world.
When the third, and final, session ended, I burst into tears. Great shuddering sobs shook my entire body. He wrapped His arms around me and held me tight. He turned me so that I faced Him, and I buried my face into His chest. I don’t know why I cried, but emotions were released.
“Shhhh, pet, it’s done. No more for now.”
I nodded my head against His chest.
“Thank you, Sir, for all of it.”
I believe a moment later I hit subspace…