Chapter 31 #2
She tugged on the leash, bringing Nala down on all fours.
She couldn’t help it. No matter how she tried to position herself, she couldn’t achieve anything but hands and knees on the floor, head pointed up toward Varen.
Her ass was still covered by her jeans, but it stuck out behind her, and her breasts swung close to the floor.
If something touches my nipples again, I’m done.
Varen wrapped the leash around one hand while the other ran down the soft curve of Nala’s back. “What are you, Nala?” she asked with a biting tone.
Nala knew what she damn well looked like. “I’m a bitch, Mistress.”
“Is that what you want to be? You can be anything you want. Now’s your chance to change that statement.”
“Well…” Varen had said she wasn’t a dog. That was already established. Besides, bitch wasn’t really sexy. Not to Nala, anyway. “I can be your whore, Mistress.”
“You’ve asked me to call you that before.”
“It’s true, isn’t it? You’re paying me to pleasure you, Mistress.”
“In a way, I suppose. I have never thought of anyone that way.”
Noble, but not what Nala was fishing for. “Like you have your needs and desires, Mistress, I have mine as well. I like to think you can meet me halfway.”
“Fine.” Varen climbed onto the sofa but kept Nala steady on her hands and knees. “If that’s what you want to think, you’re free to do so. When I ask you again what you are, you can change your answer.”
Nala nodded.
“First, we have other matters to take care of.”
Her hand was back, grabbing Nala’s ass through her jeans, fingers shoving between her legs and teasing her slit.
Make me shiver, why don’t you? It was still cold there.
Did she turn the heater on at all? No? Well, then.
I’ll sit here and suffer with my dying nipples.
“Do you know why subs get some of this?”
Varen patted Nala’s ass, enough to let her know that she could go harder – and would.
“Uh…” Here it came. One of the few moments Nala dreaded since first walking into The Aviary. “Because it feels good?”
“See, my sweet? This is why you need to be trained. There’s still a lot to learn.”
Varen patted her bottom again. “Yes, it feels good. There are some who love it so much that spanking becomes a reward for them, but not purely for physical reasons. Spanking is often a form of punishment. If you’ve transgressed a line and need to be reminded of your place,
then a spanking might be appropriate. Now, why might I want or have to spank you, Nala?”
What a cruel game. Let’s play it, already. “Because I did something wrong today.”
“What might that have been?”
Nala said the first thing to come to her mind. “I undermined your power at the bookstore. I told that woman off. I got too possessive. I made decisions on your behalf. I…”
“Yes, yes, that’s enough.”
Nala braced herself for a spank, but it didn’t come. Not yet.
“It’s not enough to understand why. In theory, you could give me a whole list of reasons I, as your Domme, would want to spank this firm ass of yours.”
Her fingers flicked against Nala’s jeans.
The more she drew this out, the more Nala…
awaited it. That’s her plan. She wants me to enjoy it.
Why wouldn’t she? Never had Nala gotten the inkling that Varen received glee in exchange for anyone’s pain.
“But until you’ve felt the sting of a good punishment, you’re not going to completely understand why it’s done.”
Her pats grew stronger. She was warming Nala up for the real thing.
Her fingers curled deep into the throw rug beneath her.
The more this went on, Varen revving up her touch, the more Nala wanted to hang her head, to bury her face in the rug, and retreat into herself.
Not out of shame. Not out of fear. But because she assumed this was expected of her.
“No, no.” Varen tugged on the leash, forcing Nala’s head back up.
Her hair slapped against her breasts, parting enough to let her nipples poke through.
“Keep your head up and your back straight. I may not be able to see your face from here, but I can feel your pride in your posture. You can close your eyes if you want, but keep your arms and spine as straight as possible. Tip your chin up if it helps.
If we ever perform like this in front of people, this is what we would show them.”
Did she really have to bring that up? I am not doing this in front of anyone but her! Nala wasn’t even sure if she could tolerate it yet! Just because she was adventurous tonight…
Smack!
Nala let out a yelp of shock, surprise, and yes, pain. The sting of Varen’s not-so-gentle hand warped her, bending her elbows and almost sending her torso to the ground. Ow… To think her jeans were protecting her!
“Stay up.” Varen tugged on the leash again, keeping Nala in the desired position.
Her voice may have been firm, but her demeanor was that of a Domme desperately trying to train a sub still wet behind her pretty ears.
“Be good, Nala. If you can take three spanks from me without flinching in anything but pleasure, I’ll reward you. Do you understand?”
“Yes, ma’am.” Nala struggled to remain in position, but she knew what was coming.
A spank. As hard as the first, but this time keeping her in place.
It wasn’t any less shocking or painful. The only thing Varen’s spanks did was numb Nala to the frenzy overtaking her body.
“Tell me why I’m doing this. Tell me why I have to spank you.”
She continued to smack Nala’s ass in between words, making her tremble, whimper, and wonder how much more her flesh could take. “Because I undermined your authority…”
“Good. Why else?” Varen spanked her again. This time Nala cried out.
When Nala had control of her voice again, she replied, “Because I got jealous, ma’am.”
“Why else?” Her next spank wasn’t as tough, but still, Nala trembled. “There’s one more reason, not relating to the bookstore.”
Nala searched her brain for any reason Varen would hit her ass like this.
She was alternating cheeks, sometimes going hard, sometimes easing up, but always using a firm hand.
Am I getting aroused by it? Nala couldn’t tell.
“Because I need training, and this is a part of it. Every sub can expect to be spanked at some point in her training.”
She was bullshitting, but nevertheless, she hoped she was right.
“You’re catching on.” Varen eased off the leash.
Nala knew better than to think she was allowed to bend down.
If anything, Varen was testing her resolve.
How well would she behave? How well did she understand what her Mistress had been saying this whole time?
“Now, can you take three spanks in a row without flinching? Do you want a reward for your upstanding behavior these past few minutes?”
She nodded. “I want to be rewarded, but only if I deserve it.”
“What are you, Nala?”
Her lips turned inward, letting her tongue wet them. Say it again, Nala. She did. Varen did not react.
Instead, she spanked Nala hard enough to make her flinch – but she remained sturdy where she knelt, refusing to buckle. She wanted this to be over after the three spanks she deserved the most. So far, she had made it through one.
The next one came, hitting her in the same spot.
This should have made her buckle, but she forced herself up, slightly flinching.
I hope she didn’t notice that. It would depend on how aroused this made Varen.
I hope it’s getting her so worked up she doesn’t know what to do with herself. Besides fuck me.
Smack!
Nala almost went down. Almost. As the pain washed across her body, shooting up her spine, tingling in her breasts, and centering in her mound, she felt her knees shake and her arms attempt to move.
I won’t. She thought it like a mantra. I won’t, I won’t, I won’t.
She refused to disappoint her Mistress. While Nala could never be the perfect sub on her first real try, she would at least strive for as much excellence as possible. This was the least she could do.
The pain subsided. Nala was left looking at the ceiling, wondering what Varen thought of her performance.
Did I do a good job? Did I pass her test?
She had no way of knowing unless she looked over her shoulder.
I won’t risk that in case that’s the wrong thing to do. Nala wouldn’t put it past herself.
“That’s good enough. You did very well.” Varen tugged on the leash, helping Nala lean back on her heels as gingerly as possible. “For your first time, I have no complaints.”
Nala let out a sigh of relief. “What now, Mistress?”
“You don’t have to be so eager. When it’s time to move on, I will let you know.”
Nala sat expectantly, flicking dust off her pants and wondering how long it would take for the pain in her ass to subside.
And that was with my jeans on. Did that make it worse?
Easier? She had no idea. That’s how inexperienced she was.
“I’m sorry you have to put up with me, ma’am. I must be a lot of trouble for you.”
“You’d only be trouble if you weren’t willing to learn. Since you are, it’s no trouble at all. In fact,…” Varen caressed her cheek and combed her hair with gentle fingers. “It can be a lot of fun training a new sub. I only wish our circumstances were better.”
Nala didn’t have to ask what she meant by that. She had to force herself to never think of The Aviary, otherwise she would panic and run.
“You’re very obedient for your general personality. Are you enjoying yourself? I don’t want you to force this.”
Nala shrugged to stretch her arms. “I am enjoying it, Mistress. You said there would be a reward?”
“Ah, yes…” Varen leaned into the couch, looking like any woman sitting back to watch TV or play video games. “Come up here and lie across my lap. I’ll give you your reward.”
Although her leash was still in hand, Nala maneuvered onto her feet and shuffled to the couch, ass burning in her jeans.
Ow, ow, ow… She kept reminding herself that it was better to experience this for the first time with Varen and not someone like Hawk.
Why are you doing this to yourself? Stop thinking about those people for one moment.
This was about sharing something special with Varen.
Getting closer to her, and not distancing themselves with more heartache.