“Like I said, I won’t go easy on you, pet. That’s not how I operate. However, you have a safe word you can use should you ever need it. I tend to use the stoplight system. Do you know what that means?”
“Yes, Mr. Parker,” I said breathlessly, blood rushing to my head from the position. “Red is my safe word. Green means I’m good. Yellow means I need a time out.”
“Very well.” He continued to rub my ass.
If he would’ve put his hands between my legs, he would’ve known how turned on I was by this.
“Count for me, and after each one, I expect you to ask me for the next.”
My heart was pounding painfully against my sternum. He was a Dom and I knew that every word he spoke, every move he made was meant to drive that home for me. And he was effective.
“Yes, Mr. Parker.”
I was trembling, both from fear and the adrenaline surging in my veins.
“Are you ready, Addison? If you are, please ask for your first one.”
I swallowed hard, the sound surprisingly loud. “I’m ready, Mr. Parker.” My voice trembled. “Can I please have my first lick?”
Smack!
“Oh, fuck,” I hissed, my ass burning from the leather as it snapped against my skin.
“Count,” he commanded roughly.
“One,” I bit out, my chest rising and falling rapidly as the pain remained there, striped across my backside.
“Ask for the next one,” he ordered. “And don’t make me remind you again or we’ll add five more.”
“May I have the next one, Mr. Parker?”
Smack!
“Son of a bitch,” I cried out, my hand darting around to my ass.
Mr. Parker slapped my hand away. “Do you need me to restrain you? Because I will for your own safety.”
“No, Mr. Parker.” I dug my fingers into the cushion to keep from moving them. “Two. And may I please have the next?”
Gripping the sofa cushion, I tensed as I waited for the impact. Long seconds passed before the belt snapped against my ass once again.
Smack!
“Three.” That one was accompanied by a squeak. “May I have the next?”
Smack!
Damn, but that hurt. “Four,” I said on a rush of air. “The next, please?”
Smack!
Ah, Christ. The man wasn’t pulling any punches and my ass was blazing from the pain. I could tell he was aiming high, then low, then in between, intentionally not hitting the same spot twice, but my ass was only so big.
“Five,” I said around a sob. “The next one, please, Mr. Parker.”
Smack!
Another sob tore from my chest. The pain was brutal, but there was something oddly therapeutic about it. I knew once this was over, my transgression would be erased and Mr. Parker would know that I had no intention of lying to him ever again.
“Six,” I said with a hiccup as tears leaked from my eyes. “Another one, please.”
Smack!
“Seven. Another?”
Smack!
Oh, God! “Eight. Another, please.”
Only two more. Then it would be over.
Smack!
“Nine,” I cried out, whimpering. “Please, one more, Mr. Parker.”
Smack!
“Ten,” I whispered softly as Mr. Parker’s hand caressed my ass, holding in the heat for a few seconds before he helped me to my feet.
“Turn around and face me,” he ordered.
I did, instantly swiping at the tears on my cheeks.
He inched forward and my ass rested against the back of the sofa. I hissed as the pain radiated through me.
“You will wear those stripes for a couple of hours, I’m sure. Tonight, I’ll want to check them. And I’ll have some oil for you to apply when you get into the office.”
I nodded, letting the tears drip down my face.
“I want you to thank me,” he said, holding my gaze.
“Thank you for my punishment, Mr. Parker.”
“I expect you’ll be honest with me in the future, pet. I don’t tolerate lying.”
“Yes, Mr. Parker,” I whispered, my voice strained from the tears clogging my throat.
“Now I have a question for you,” he stated, his eyes imploring me.
“Anything, Mr. Parker.”
“Are you wet? Did that turn you on?”
I shook my head. “No.” In the beginning, before he started, yeah. But not after. I thought it would have, but there was no way. It had hurt too much.
His hand slid down between my legs and his finger parted my labia, gliding over my clit, then to my entrance. I moaned as I realized I was wet.
“Was that an intentional lie?” he asked, his eyes lit with more hunger than I’d seen previously.
“No, Mr. Parker. Honest to God. I…I…” I swallowed as I stared into his eyes. “I promise I won’t lie again.”
“I believe you.” His finger remained there as he teased my clit, making me moan. My legs were shaky, my breaths as well. And though my ass burned like the devil, I didn’t want him to stop. I was desperate to come.
“You did well, pet,” he said, his eyes locked with mine as his hand fell away.
Disappointment flooded me. “Thank you, Mr. Parker.”
