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All at once, Master Jackson was cradling my face into his bare chest and pulling me into the room with him. It looked identical to last Saturday, but I didn’t have time to appreciate it like I had then. Once that tear had fallen, more had followed along behind, until suddenly I was a blubbering mess. When he sat down in the chair in the corner and pulled me into his lap, I couldn’t help my reaction to snuggle closer. A modicum of calm descended on me while he ran his fingers through my hair and whispered soothing words into my ear.
When all of my tears had dried up and I was mostly pulled together, he sat me up in his lap and looked at me, a question hovering behind his eyes.
“Are you ok, Maggie?” he asked, sincerity evident in his question.
“Yes, sir. I’m sorry.” I sniffled.
“Never apologize for feeling, my sweets. You can apologize for yelling at me, and disrespecting me in my club, but never apologize for showing your emotions. It is what makes us human. It is what make you a woman and a good sub.”
“Ok” was the only response I could manage.
“Now, tell me, why the tears, and tell me what your question was referring to. Please,” he said, wiping away the last stray tear from my cheek.
It was now or never. Do or die. If I wanted to find out what had gone so wrong, I needed to ask the question. The closure would help, and hopefully, it would make me a better sub in the future.
“Umm, I wanted to know what I had done to displease you last Saturday,” I murmured, staring down into our laps.
“Maggie, listen to me,” he said, grabbing my chin and tilting it up to meet his gaze. “You did nothing wrong. You were beautiful last week, little sub. You were such a good girl. I messed up last week. I was in the wrong, not you. It was my responsibility to take care of you, and I failed in my duties, and for that, I’m very sorry. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir, I do, but why did you walk out? I thought I made you mad or said something I wasn’t supposed to, or---” I couldn’t finish my sentence. I may have joked about my weight with my friends, but we weren’t joking around in this moment, and this man wasn’t my friend.
“Or what, Maggie?” he asked, waiting for me to finish my thought.
“Or maybe you had regretted what we did because of how I look,” the last few words were almost inaudible.
“How you look?” he asked. “You mean how your body clenched around my fingers, how your face glowed as you came on my tongue, or how I saw every one of your toes curl in on themselves? That’s what I saw last week. I saw a stunning submissive receive the orgasm of her life.”
He spoke about the encounter without a hint of embarrassment or shame. When he uttered them, his words didn’t sound taboo, they sounded hot, and it wouldn’t have taken a rocket science to pick up on the acceleration of my heart beat.
“Let me ask you something, Maggie. What do you see when you look in the mirror?” he asked, spinning me around on his lap and facing me towards the large mirror on the other side of the room.
“I see you,” I said honestly. I couldn’t look away from him. His broad chest and light spackle of hair disappearing into the waistband of his tight, form fitting leather pants, was enough to make me hot and bothered all over again.
“Don’t be smart, little sub,” he said, lightly pinching my ass in a makeshift threat.
“I see dull brown hair, and too many rolls, and I see a girl who is trying to wear something that shouldn’t be worn by this body shape,” I said honestly, a little shame marring my words.
I couldn’t look anymore. I only had one mirror in my apartment, and that was the one I couldn’t remove in the bathroom. The only reason I didn’t cover it most days was because I didn’t want to leave the house a total trainwreck. I told myself daily that I loved myself just the way I was, but it was a big fat lie and something I had never admitted to anyone else. I had been told I looked like a plus size Mila Kunis, but all I saw was the girl from Precious.
“Do you want to know what I see?” he whispered in my ear.
“Yes,” I managed to get out, past the lump that had formed in my throat.
“Look at me,” he softly ordered. When my eyes met his in the mirror, he continued, “I see a gorgeous young woman with soft curves and a beautiful figure. I see the ocean in your blue eyes, and I see a rich brown head of hair waiting to be pulled. I see a firm round ass, waiting to be spanked, and I see a beautiful soul, ready to be Dominated. Your body is beautiful, and I want to worship it.”
What had started out as sweet words meant to soothe, had quickly turned into lust filled descriptions meant to sear into my brain. While he spoke, his fingers crept from the back of my neck and plunged into my hair, grabbing a handful and tilting my head back. I could feel my inner thighs collecting the moisture that was dripping from my pussy. His voice had an effect on me that I couldn’t resist, and in that moment, I didn’t want to.
Trailing kisses along my exposed neck, he continued his physical assault on my skin and in my hair, and the verbal assault on my senses.
“You’re beautiful, Maggie, and I’m going to prove it to you. But not tonight. Tonight, you will be punished for your lack of respect. If you think you’re unable to handle it, call your safeword now. Otherwise, get into position beside the bed.”
The flip between caring man and (almost) scary Dom gave me whiplash, but I had no intentions of safewording. I surprised myself with the realization that I wanted this. I didn’t think he’d ever get me to believe I was sexy or beautiful, but I was going to enjoy the methods he might use to try and get me there. It might not last past this night, but at least for one glorious evening, I was going to take what I could get and worry about everything else tomorrow.
Chapter Twelve
Jackson
I wasn’t sure what I expected her to do. I guess part of me thought she would run out of the room screaming, while part of me assumed she might even slap me in the face. I didn’t think she would actually safe word, but I knew I had to lay the options down for her. The punishment I had come up with on the walk towards the room was no longer going to work. My little sub was just too insecure with herself for my original plan.
I had no qualms with public humiliation, if I knew the person on the receiving end might get off on that sort of behavior. Maggie was NOT that kind of girl, and any sort of degradation would fracture her already struggling and fragile ego. Since we had yet to go over the exact details of her limits, I didn’t want to use any tools on her either to exact her consequence. So, I had to go with option three, which would hurt me as much as it would hurt her. My only hope was she could tolerate it, and then I would reward her again.
I smiled inside when she visibly and audibly took a deep breath and pushed off my lap to make her way over to the side of the bed. She was going to take her punishment with grace and I admired her greatly for it. Slowly, almost achingly so, she dropped down to her knees and rested her ass on her heels. Her hands rubbed the tops of her thighs and then settled, and her gaze stayed focus on the floor. As soon as she was fully in place, her entire posture relaxed into position, and a warm glow radiated around her, almost as if an imaginary switch flicked on in her head and put her into “submissive mode.”
The sight before me was breathtaking, and the raw feeling coursing through my chest was very similar to the feelings I had experienced on Saturday. For a moment, I closed my eyes to rid the sudden panic that was filling my lungs. I couldn’t figure out why, but this sub was getting to me in a way that no one ever had before. She was crawling under my skin, to hibernate for as long as she could, and I was letting her.
As much as I didn’t want to admit it to myself, in just two encounters, I wanted her like I had wanted no other woman before her. I had felt a deep understanding and mutual respect for Amber, but the reaction I was experiencing, for a woman I didn’t know far surpassed “mutual respect”. I had an overwhelming urge to guide her, and to mold her, and Goddamn it, I wanted to make it my personal missi
on to see her self confidence increase, and for her to blossom under my care and tutelage.. No wonder my anxiety was kicking in so often.
Shaking free from my thoughts, I took a long hard look at the beauty gracefully positioned on the floor. Tonight wasn’t going to be as fun as a normal night would be, but she would learn and I would teach. I would mentor her, shape her, and steer her into the role of my perfect submissive. She would be my submissive for as long as she would have me, and with the way I was feeling in that moment, I was hoping it would be for a long time to come. Half an hour ago, I had been ready to fuck her and then let her go, and now, there was no way in Hell that was ever going to happen.
“You look beautiful sitting there, little sub,” I said, walking closer to her, building up the walls around me, and morphing into the Dom that was tucked away inside.
Every time I stepped into the role, a sort of calm descended over me. This was who I was meant to be, this was what I was made for. The feeling of total control was hedonic, and the knowing that, in the grand scheme of things, I had very little control, was enough to make me come without touching her. The Dom might be in physical control in the bedroom, but everyone knew the submissives held the real power.
“Look at me,” I commanded.
Immediately, her head snapped up, and I had to force the smile down. This was no time for smiles. There would be time for tenderness and fun later. This was a time for correcting actions, and learning lessons.
“Do you know why you’re being punished, little sub?” I asked, no nonsense in my voice, making it very clear we had moved on from flatteries and niceties.
“Yes, Sir. I was disrespectful to you in front of the other Masters and subs,” she said, guilt and regret dripping from every word. I watched as she visibly forced herself not to look back down at the ground. Her submissive nature was innocent and fucking beautiful to behold.
“You’re correct, little sub, what else?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.
“Ummm?” she answered, her teeth biting her lower lip.
‘Umm, is not an answer, Maggie. What else?”
“I don’t know, Sir,” she mumbled.
“You’re also being punished for allowing Master Sam to push you around. I know that you are new to the scene, but it is unacceptable for a Dom to force himself on a girl without her consent, in any situation. There are house safe words that you could have used, but you didn’t.”
Holding my hand out to her, I waited until she had stood and righted herself, before I made my way to the bed and sat down on the edge, with her standing a few feet in front of me.
“For your lack of respect to yourself, and allowing someone to make you feel inferior or uncomfortable without your consent, you will receive a spanking. This is not a pleasure spanking. Do you understand?” I said, using a tone that most people didn’t shy away from.
Biting her lip again, she nodded at me, until I raised my eyebrows at her lack of words. I hated when women didn’t use the voice God gave them.
“Yes, Sir, I understand.”
“Come,” I said, patting the bed.
When she stood mere inches in front of me, I grabbed her hand and gently laid her across my lap. Her torso rested on the bed and my left knee, her perfectly round ass just above my now aching dick. I took my right leg and wrapped it around both of hers, trapping them, to not only keep her from falling, but to make sure she didn’t move.
“I want you to count each time I make contact with you, and you will thank me after each strike. Is that clear?” I asked, my mouth almost salivating at the initial contact between us.
“Yes, Sir,” she responded, her words muffled by the mattress her mouth was pressed into.
Satisfied she wasn’t going to run off, I slowly peeled the frilly panties away from her ass, and down to her knees, providing an extra trapping mechanism for her legs. I took a moment to build the anticipation up, as well as admire the sexy round globes in front of me. She had the most bountiful ass, and I could feel my cock stirring below while looking at it. One day I was going to kiss every inch of that ass, but today wasn’t going to be that day.
Rubbing my hands around each cheek to warm her skin and bring the blood to the surface, the rise and fall of her back and her accelerated breathing didn’t escape my notice. She was loving this. The proof was dripping from her pussy and running down my leg.
Without a warning, I lifted my hand, smacked her left cheek, and stilled my hand on her skin, letting the warmth snake up and hover just below the surface. A beautiful red imprint immediately appeared. My cock instantly hardened at the sight.
The smack had surprised her and she jolted up and let out a tiny yelp at the same time. My legs tightened around hers and I used my other hand to hold her back in place.
“Count, little sub!” I roared.
“One, Thank you!” she sobbed out.
Rubbing my hands around the impressive mark, I waited until her tense body relaxed again before delivering another blow to her right cheek in the same mirroring spot. I was being gentler than normal, since this was her first punishment. Tensing up always made it worse, even if you were expecting it. Letting her relax between blows was uncommonly nice of me.
“Two, thank you,” she squeaked.
Being careful not to hit the same exact spots twice, I rained down two more in quick succession right above the first mark.
“Three, Four. Thank you, Sir.”
I knew she was already tearing up, but somehow, I also knew she could take it. It was my responsibility to know.
Smack, Smack
“Five, Six, Thank you,” she sobbed into the mattress.
Giving her a short respite, I ran my fingers along the pink impressions, not enough to hurt, but enough to bring goosebumps to her body. When she shivered, the motion rubbing into my cock, I knew I needed to finish this soon. I hadn’t told her how many, but I knew it wouldn’t be much more.
“Four more, little sub. Can you handle four more?”
She sniffed, but answered, “Yes. Green, Sir. I can handle it.”
“Good Girl,” I smiled
Bringing my hand back down for another, I hit her where her ass met the tops of her thighs, and before she could belt out her number, I matched the hit on the other side.
“Seven, Eight. Thank you, Sir,” her voice softer, the initial fight of her body gone, the line between pain and pleasure blurring.
With only two more to go, my cock was straining to be set free, and so, with a final smack, smack on the middle of her ass, I finished up the first of her punishments. They had been the toughest of them all, but she had been a trooper, her nine and ten coming out just above a whisper.
When I untangled her limbs from mine and allowed her to stand up, I was surprised to find a cloud of animalistic hunger swirling through her eyes. She really had enjoyed it, more than I would have thought. I should have been angry that she didn’t at least pretend not to like it, so it could truly be called a punishment, but I found her lack of skills to be invigorating, and fucking sexy. An experienced sub would show remorse after a punishment, even if they didn’t feel it. It wasn’t lying, it was part of playing.
“Thank you, Sir,” she said, her voice a little more confident than it had been mere seconds ago. Somehow, she knew it hadn’t been a real punishment, and for a split second, I thought I saw triumph flash across her face. Too bad she wouldn’t feel like that with her second punishment.
“Face up on the bed, little sub,” I said, my voice holding a warning and a threat.
The flash I had seen was gone, replaced with something akin to fear, but not in a bad sense. She knew what she had just experienced wasn’t going to be the worst of it, but she also knew I wouldn’t actually hurt her. The thought made me smirk inside. She trusted me enough to know how far I could push her, and push her I would.
At my final statement, her eyes darted up to look into mine. Shock and bewilderment replaced the lust that had just been evident.
With her mouth hung open, and her eyes as wide as saucers, she made no move to answer my question. I needed her to fully understand that this wasn’t fun and games. This was real life. “Do you understand?!” I barked out.
“Yes, Sir,” she whimpered.
“I’m doing this to teach you a lesson, little sub. When you disrespect your Dom, you disrespect yourself, and I won’t allow it. So, you will not come. You will take what I give you and you will thank me for it after, and maybe after you’ve reached the edge of the cliff and haven’t been allowed to plummet, you will understand why things needed to be this way.”
Stripping off my leathers and joining her in the bed, I gripped my cock in one hand and crawled up to nestle in between her spread thighs. Using my other hand, I parted her pussy lips and nestled two fingers into her warmth, collecting her abundant amount of juices to rub on my cock.
A moan escaped her throat and she threw her head back and clamped her eyes shut.
“Open your eyes and watch as I take you,” my husky voice breathed out.
When her eyes opened and her head came up to see what I was doing, I quickly placed another pillow under her head so as not to strain her neck. My dick throbbed in my hands, knowing it was about to do it’s job. Looking back at Maggie, I could see a mixture of thoughts swirling through her eyes. The clear and present one was lust, but under that I could see a little fear of the unknown coming to her, and determination. I didn’t know where or what that determination was focused on, but I hoped it was not coming. If she did, neither of us were going to like the punishments then.
Pushing my engorged tip into her just a mere fraction, I watched her face as she watched my entrance. Inch, by agonizing inch, I slowly crept into her, stretching her, filling her. I knew that the torturously slow pace would only heighten her arousal, bringing her closer to a release that I would eventually deny. It may seem cruel to the outside world, but orgasm denial was an effective and widely used punishment when playing.