Chapter Two
His bravado washed through the air making it ripe with emotion. Frightening, scary and wonderful in its essence.
Before she could think, he’d grabbed her, whipped her back into his arms, and then over one, while his free hand came hard and fast against her ass, spanking her. Like a child. Like a brat gets spanked. After all she was behaving like one. Smart mouth. Sassy attitude. She needed exactly what she got and was screaming and hollering for all she was worth by the second stinging smack. He kept on until his own rage had abated and by some miraculous act of submissive transformation, her wild venting turned into something more like the sounds of sex urgently needing to express itself.
For having been such a brat – actually she’d been more like a bitch than a brat – he used her hard, without her having the chance to come, then made her stand in the corner with her naked, red ass pointing out while he read the evening paper.
He was very pleased. Secretly, she was too.
No Justice. No Mercy, Marilyn Hayworth, 2002
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Jackson…
What happened on the beach charged my sadistic batteries in ways I could hardly recognize. Rachel was different than the other women who let me tease them into bondage and submission. Those women weren’t very submissive; painsluts, maybe, but little more.
“You want to be spanked,” I declared, knowing I was right. As we moved through the kitchen, I grabbed a thick wooden spoon from the wall where it hung like an innocuous ornamentation. She was petrified when her eyes lit on the ominous thing, and even more so when I roughly pushed her over the back of my white leather sofa and began to lay in on the territory of her finely rounded ass. I alternated the smacks with a fierce massage, bringing her to the brink of a second orgasm before I backed off. “Not so fast!” I said, in warning.
“Oh, dear god, please!”
“I didn’t say I wasn’t going to let you get off.” I pulled her upright, my lips at her ear, whispering tersely. “You’ve come once, the least you could do is wait for me to catch up.”
Inside my grasp, her body shuddered, something I felt inside my crotch. The recognition of my power over her made me bolder still. I’d take her as far as I could in one night, knowing somewhere we’d finally reach her limit. This was just a test for what came next.
The wooden spoon came down aggressively, turning the white of her ass a vibrant shade of scarlet. Her moans became more animated the more I worked her fiery behind, though she stopped just short of crying out. I imagine that she wanted to scream, but some inner control kept her responses in check, as if she’d already trained herself. By the time the spanking was over, we were into foreign territory for me, and places I’m sure only her fertile imagination had explored. Flying blind. The most exhilarating experiences come when instinct takes over – business, sex, doesn’t matter which arena. I travel easily into the unknown and bask in its thrills. This night had already been an exceptional one, and it was not yet over.
I grabbed my belt and quickly undid the buckle, pulling the leather from the belt loops until the length of it dangled from my hand. She shivered in wait, and shivered more when I grazed her red cheeks with the delicate touch of the cool leather. Over and over, the simple caress went on, until I heard sensuous moans of pleasure break through the silence.
“You want this, Rachel.” I didn’t have to ask the question. I knew.
