Page 55 of His to Own

“A little spanking won’t do much damage. You will listen to me, Elena.”

“You cannot force me to listen to you. You’re trying to break me.”

“I am trying to help you. Can’t you see that?”

“You are trying to control me!” I shout. Never has my voice sounded so loud.

Maxim goes cold. So very cold. “Get in the car. I’m taking you back home.”

I blink. For some reason, I feel even worse. What is wrong with me? What is wrong with Maxim? What is wrong with everything?

I get into the car since there’s no other way for me to get home. Maxim doesn’t say a word the whole drive back.

“Go to the bedroom,” he says once we get inside.

“Are you going to hurt me again?”

He places his fingers under my chin and tilts my head up so I have no choice but to look into his eyes. “You are going to get on our bed on your stomach. No objections. You will see in time, Elena, that this is for the best.”

“I hate you,” I whisper as a tear falls down my eye.

“Then I’ll be the bad guy. I don’t care. But this is happening. Go. Now.”

His command does something to my body. It takes my choices away. It gives me permission to feel what I need to feel.

I go to our bedroom and lay down on the bed exactly as he told me. My cheek is pressed into the mattress. Maxim doesn’t arrive. After a long moment, I start to relax. My eyes flutter closed.

It’s then that the door opens back up and Maxim walks inside. My eyes snap open.

He moves behind me. I can’t see him from this angle but I can sense him. Feel every part of his presence.

Maxim flips my skirt up and pulls my panties down. I gasp, holding very still.

A moment of silence before his hand collides with my backside. The pain of it is almost unbearable. A loud cry escapes me. Maxim is good at getting me to be loud in a way I’ve never been before.

He shows my body no mercy as he spanks me again. Like a child. Humiliation. Even my father never spanked me. He would only hit me across on the face on occasion as he didn’t want me to bruise and have it reflect badly on him.

Maxim spanks me again and again and again. I don’t stop crying but eventually, my body stops fighting it. I sink into the mattress and let Maxim hurt me when he promised he never would.

He finally stops and steps back, breathing heavy. “How do you feel?”

I can’t stop the tears from streaming down my face. “You hurt me.”

“You didn’t answer my question. How do you feel? Take a moment and think on it. And then tell me.”

I shut my eyes and let my mind wander, taking in my entire body. My backside hurts but my mind… it feels free for once. I feel different. The weight of everything doesn’t feel as heavy as usual.

“I feel… light,” I answer.

“That’s good. Let go, Elena. Stop holding on so tightly. I want you to stop being so afraid. How does your body feel right now?”

“It hurts. I’m sore.”

“I did just spank you. That’s bound to happen. What else?”

What else could there be? But I let myself think on it. Let myself process it.

And that’s when I feel the stirring of excitement inside my body. I press my legs together to help with the ache forming between them. A deep ache inside my core.