10. Aubrey
Aubrey
I hurried towards Taylor, my knees dropping to the floor before my mind caught up. Thank God there was a thick padding under this carpet. I looked up at Taylor from beneath my lashes, my heart racing as I waited for whatever would happen next. I’d been incredibly nervous to come here, but somehow being with Taylor made me feel calmer.
“We have similar interests,” she said, scanning the paperwork I’d completed. “Good.”
I looked up at her and she gave me a cold look that made me drop my eyes again.
“Good girl,” she said, her voice thick with satisfaction. “We’ll use the standard safe words. Green for good, yellow means it’s getting to be a lot and you want me to slow down or ease off a bit, and red means you want me to stop. Say ‘red’ and I will stop immediately.”
“Okay.”
Before I tracked what was happening, Taylor grabbed my hair and tugged painfully on my scalp.
“How do you address me, little girl?” she said, her voice deceptively soft. “Hint, it’s not ‘okay’. When we are in this room you’ll address me as ma’am or mistress every time you speak. Do you understand?”
I shivered. Taylor wasn’t the most warm and fuzzy person in general, at least not that I’d ever seen, but here in the club in her dominatrix mode she was nothing short of terrifying.
“Yes ma’am.”
I breathed a sigh as she released my hair. My scalp was tingling, but not in an uncomfortable way. My pulse started racing.
“We will take it easy tonight to see what you like and how much you can handle,” Taylor said.
She grabbed a straight backed chair from along the wall and brought it to the center of the room. It was the kind of chair you’d find in someone’s dining room. Taylor sat down, her short skirt rising high on her legs, and crooked a finger in my direction.
“Come here.”
When I started to rise from where I was kneeling on the floor she ordered, “No! Crawl to me.”
My mouth dropped open.
“I believe you mean, yes ma’am,” she said. Her tone was stern, but her eyes were dancing with amusement.
“Yes ma’am.”
I dropped to all fours and crawled over to her, watching Taylor the entire time. My face burned in humiliation, yet my nipples were hardening to sharp points that rubbed against the fabric of my bra with every move of my body. I both loved and hated this.
When I reached her legs, Taylor patted her lap. “Good girl. Now hop up.”
I shifted to my feet then awkwardly stretched out over Taylor’s bare legs. She adjusted me until my palms were braced on the floor, my legs out behind me. I felt her hand settle on my ass, right in the center, but Taylor was totally still for what felt like hours, even though it was likely only a minute or two. I wiggled impatiently, and then her hand lifted, landing back down in a resounding smack that I felt throughout my body.
Thwack!
Before I caught my breath, she spanked me again.
Thwack!
It felt strange. There was a sting, but it didn’t hurt.
The thought had just flitted through my mind when I felt a rush of cool air. Looking over my shoulder, I saw that Taylor had lifted my skirt up to my waist. She smirked.
“Love your virginal white panties.”
“Thank you, ma’am.”
She began spanking me over the fabric of my underwear, her movements rhythmic like a metronome as she moved from one part of my butt to another. Over and over again, her hand came down.
Thwack!
Thwack!
I could feel my skin warming under her attention as each spank built on the last one. It was almost relaxing. I sighed happily until Taylor broke the silence.
“Now that you’re warmed up, we’ll move onto the punishment part of your spanking.”
She lifted the waistband of my panties and I gasped as I realized her intention.
“You’re going to… expose me?” I asked in shock.
“Of course,” Taylor responded. “We need bare skin for a punishment to be effective. Now tell me why you deserve a punishment, little girl.”
“I, um…” I paused as I felt her drag my panties down my thighs to my knees, exposing my ass.
Thwack!
“What was that?” she asked, landing the hardest smack so far on my right ass cheek. My flesh compressed under her hand. Without the protection of my clothing, it smarted in a way I hadn’t expected.
“I punched you in the bar, ma’am.”
“And?”
Thwack!
This time she struck my left cheek.
“I got us arrested.”
“And?”
Thwack!
Thwack!
I gasped. That was really starting to hurt now.
“I forgot a jacket on a rainy day?” It came out like a question.
Thwack!
Thwack!
“Anything else you want to share?” she asked.
“Not that I can think of. Ma’am.”
“Very well then.”
A steady volley of spanks rained over my ass. I knew without looking that my skin was beet red. My ass felt hot now and every time that Taylor spanked me in a spot she’d already hit a few times, it became more painful.
And yet…
As the pain faded, something else replaced it. Something that felt like pleasure. It was like every spank was sending a jolt of electric energy right to my clitoris. The worse my pain got, the more excited I felt. Was this normal? Was I supposed to like this as much as I did?
Thwack!
Thwack!
How was it possible that her strikes were getting harder each time? I wondered. The pain bloomed stronger and stronger until all I could focus on was the bite of her hand against my flesh, followed by the warmth of pleasure. I was so out of it that it took me a few seconds to realize that Taylor had stopped.
Her hand stroked over my aggrieved cheeks, her touch gentle and soothing.
“You took your spanking like a good girl,” she said. “Usually there’s a lot of crying and theatrics when it’s someone’s first time.”
I felt a surge of pride at the approval in her voice.
Unconsciously I lifted my hips up against her palm as Taylor smoothed my skin. She stopped, then I felt her fingers slide between my legs. Acting on instinct, I shamelessly opened for her as wide as I could with my underwear still wrapped around my knees.
“You’re dripping wet, you naughty girl!”
That’s when I realized that not only had the spanking been relaxing, it had been arousing. My entire body was vibrating with it, in fact. My empty pussy was clenching, desperate for more despite the humiliation of being spanked over Taylor’s knees like a naughty child.
“I guess you like being spanked,” Taylor said. “Too bad I’m not going to let you come tonight.”