“Do you need to feel the bite, slave?”
“Please, Master,” she groaned as her head fell forward.
Thwack! The vibration from the wooden paddle hitting the soft flesh of Victoria’s ass reverberated up my arm. I let my paddle linger on her bottom, not allowing her to escape the stinging pain. The longer I waited before I took the next strike, the more anticipation built and the louder she cried out in shock and pain. I rolled my shoulders and lined up for another smack. We had just started and she was nowhere near the pain level that she needed, but her screams were still high-pitched. Me? I was just warming up. As satisfying as the sound of the paddle was, it still fell short. I needed more, she needed more. These were merely love taps, a finely choreographed dance we were just beginning to perfect.
“To serve my Master,” she answered, her voice already raw from screaming.
“How slave? How will you serve your Master?” I grabbed a handful of her shiny red hair, pulling her head back so I could see her face. Her eyes were still clear. There was no sign of discomfort or distress. We would have to change that.
She had been especially on edge and bratty this evening. Something was bothering her and my stubborn slave could not get out of her own head. Luckily for her, I knew a way to help and I would enjoy every single of lash of it.
“I will surrender,” she moaned.
© Riley Edwards