Yours Ch. 02

Did I really want to do this to her?

She stayed silent for a little while, before whispering something so quietly I couldn't hear it.

"What?" I asked.

She let out a deep breath.

"I'll stay." she whispered.

My heartbeat quickened and I could feel little jolts of adrenaline shooting through my body. This was another new step forward in out relationship, another way for me to dominate and control her...and she was staying.

I definitely wanted to do this to her.

"You want to stay? You want me to hurt you?" I asked.

She nodded silently.

"Answer me!" I said. I couldn't stop my excitement leaking into my voice.

"I'll stay." she said slowly. "I...I want...you to hurt me..."

I slid my hands up into my hair and threw my head back. I had to stop myself laughing, screaming, jumping for joy. I couldn't believe this was really going to happen.

"Good girl." I said softly, trying to calm myself. "If you want me to stop you can just say so, and I'll stop. But then you'll have to leave."

She nodded again, and I could see that tears were beginning to form on the edges of her eyes.

"Now I want you to count for me." I said, "Every time I..."

My mouth suddenly felt dry. I couldn't believe I was really going to say this.

"Every time I spank you, I want you to say how many times it's been. When you count, I'll take that as a sign that you're ready for me to continue. But don't keep me waiting."

She closed her eyes and I could see her nod gently again.

"Count, slut. One." I said.

She took a long, shuddering breath before quietly saying,

"One."

I hit her left ass cheek as hard as I had the right. The sound of our flesh meeting seemed so loud in the silent room, but I knew it wouldn't carry beyond the door. I'd done a few tests with my laptop speakers, and I knew it had to get really loud in here before you could hear it even in the hallway, never mind any other rooms.

"Two..." she whimpered.

I spanked her again, this time lower on her right cheek, near her thigh. I was surprised at how much my own hand had begun to sting already.

"Three." she said quickly.

I hadn't expected her to speak this quickly. She was just trying to get it over with as fast as possible. In my hurry to keep up, I only hit a glancing blow to her left cheek.

"Four." she whispered.

I steadied myself. There was no reason to hit right away. I wanted to enjoy this.

I slowly moved my whole body back, then struck out to bring a much stronger slap to her firm ass. My hand was really burning now, but I finally got the reaction I wanted.

She let out a long moan of pain and jumped forward, sitting up to cling to the top of my headboard. She tangled her fingers in the bars and rested her face on the cool metal. I let her rest there for a little while, before I got impatient.

"Get down." I said firmly.

After a few seconds of hesitation, she moved back into position, her ass sitting proudly in the air. I noticed that her skin was turning pink where I'd spanked her each time. It was hard to see in the dim light of my lamp, but I looked down at my hand to see it was also a darker shade. I smiled and clenched my fist, almost enjoying the pain, knowing we were sharing it.

I looked at her again. She hadn't spoken for a while. She'd stopped counting.

"Jessica..." I said.

She didn't say anything. She was holding on to my cushion and letting out slow, shuddering breaths.

I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled it hard.

"Count, slut!" I commanded.

"Five!" she shouted.

I moved quickly back and spanked her hard. I let my hand linger on her firm ass for a few seconds, enjoying the heat it gave off.

"Siiix." she moaned.

I waited about 30 seconds, listening to her shaking breath, before I twisted my torso back and brought as much strength as I could into slapping her. Her whole body jerked forward again. It seemed to hurt her more when she wasn't ready for it.

She whimpered softly, and I realised she was crying. I moved to the side to see her tear stained face. I looked along her body, and started running my other hand over my cock through my boxers. I didn't think I'd ever been so hard in my life.

After maybe a minute I was getting impatient again.

"Jessica..." I said.

"Si...six..." she whispered.

She'd miscounted.

"Wrong!" I hissed.

I pinched her left ass cheek hard with my left hand, and slapped her hard on the right. She seemed to try to pull away from me, but I maintained my grip.

"Se...seven!" she moaned.

"That's wrong, slut!" I shouted.

I increased my grip and started twisting her firm flesh, as I slapped her right cheek again, harder than last time. Without waiting, I hit her again, twice, three times in the same spot. Once again I could feel a swell of black rage rise up in me, spurring on my actions.

"Aah! Ow, I'm sorry! I don't know!" she sobbed.

I let out a growl of anger as I hit her once more. I let go of her and she let out a long moan of relief, as I took a deep, calming breath. I let her lie like that for a while, enjoying how her body gently shook and quivered with pain.

My right hand was shaking. I flexed my fingers a few times, assuming it was due to the pain, but then I realised my left hand wasn't steady either. There was so much energy, so much joyful adrenaline coursing through me that it was causing me to shake. I ran my left hand up through my hair, and took another long, steady breath. I had to calm myself.

"Because you...fucked up..." I said slowly, "This...is number five."

I hit her hard, and she crossed her ankles and pushed her face deeper into the bed.

"Say it." I said.

She was silent, except for her sobbing. I caught myself before I shouted at her again. I'd told her that I'd wait until she was ready.

But after almost two minutes, I couldn't wait any more.

"Jessica," I said lying down beside her, "Look at me."

She slowly shifted her body until she could turn her head. Her eyes were red with tears. I gritted my teeth as I thought about how incredible she looked like this, and what it said about me that I thought so.

"Jessica, do you want me to stop?" I asked, my voice gentle, "If you want to stop this...you just have to say it. You...you can just leave."

It was important that she knew this. I made sure of this when I'd decided to take this step. This wasn't just me beating her because she pissed me off. I didn't want that kind of relationship with her, I didn't want to be just some abusive asshole. She had to be a part of it. She had to accept it.

She had to want it.

My heart jumped in my chest when she started to slowly shake her head, her eyes locked on to mine. Relief washed over me like a cool wave.

"You don't want to leave?" I asked.

She shook her head again, slowly, and bit down on her bottom lip. I realised I loved it when she bit her lip like that. It was such an honest, unmistakable expression of her emotion.

She was staying.

"Good girl." I said softly.

I sat up and got back into position.

"Count, Jessica. We're on five." I reminded her.

It took only ten seconds for her to obey.

"Ffff...fff...five." she whimpered, her voice catching in her throat as she cried softly.

I spanked her again, only to recoil as the pain in my hand suddenly increased after that little break. The pain had a way of making me think that it couldn't possibly get more intense than this, and then doing exactly that with each hit. I knew she was feeling the same thing, but much, much worse.

"Sssix." she said.

I put my left hand on the small of her back, and brought another hard slap to her smooth ass.

"Seven." she said, after only a few seconds.

Her voice was suddenly stable, more solid. I spanked her hard and she barely reacted.

"Eight." she said quickly.

I hit her even harder, as hard as I could.

"Ah...aah!" she suddenly screamed.

Tears were flowing out of her now, her whole body jerking and shaking with sobs.

"Nnn...nn...nine..." she moaned through her tears.

I hit her one final time, bringing as much force as I could muster and grunting with the effort.

She collapsed with relief, her ass falling to the side as she curled up in the fetal position, clutching my cushion to her chest. I briefly considered punishing her for leaving the position before I said she could, but I ignored it. She'd done well.

As I watched her, I felt a surprisingly real swell of pride, and admiration rise up in me. She could have stopped me whenever she wanted, but she didn't. As I smiled at her and rubbed my painful hand with my thumb, she almost silently whispered,

"Ten."

I let her lie there for a minute or two, enjoying how she moved around every now and again to try to relieve the pain.

"Jessica." I said eventually, "Get on your knees."

She moved slowly, lethargically, but did as I asked. She moved back into the spanking position, and stopped.

"No, Jessica. Up here, on your knees." I said.

Again, she moved slowly, but was soon kneeling beside me, with her black panties still pushed to about half way down her thighs. I put one hand on the back of her neck and pushed her hair back with the other. Her eyes were red and a few tears were still rolling down her flushed cheeks.

"I'm proud of you, Jessica." I said softly, "You made it all the way through. You could have stopped it, but you didn't."

I couldn't tell how she was feeling. Her expression was completely blank. I'd seen her in this kind of daze before. It was just like when I'd held her head and fucked her throat in her bedroom, but it seemed even stronger this time. She seemed almost completely unaware of me, not meeting my eye but staring straight ahead.

I pulled her into a tight hug and whispered in her ear,

"Good girl."

She leaned into me and clumsily wrapped her arms around me. She was breathing heavily, and I could feel her tears against my skin.

I slowly lay down on the bed again, pulling her down with me. I kissed her softly on the neck and just enjoyed the feeling of holding her warm, shaking body against mine, and the sound of her soft sobs in my ear.

As she held me tighter, I found myself amazed at the apparent depth of her submission. I'd basically tortured her, and she was now holding on to me for comfort. There wasn't a trace of anger or resentment in her. I held her like this for a few minutes before rolling away from her. She let go of me and started wiping her eyes.

"Jessica, do you know why I did that?" I asked.

"Because..." she replied, her voice shaking, "Because I talked, and you...you told me not to."

"I did it because you disobeyed me, Jessica." I told her gently. "I did it because you deserved it."

She nodded her head a few times, still wiping her eyes. I felt almost light-headed with the joy and satisfaction I was feeling. She'd submitted to me so completely that she didn't even question her punishment.

"What do we say...when someone gives us something we deserve?" I asked.

She looked panicked for a second, unable to think of an answer. I took her by the chin again, and said,

"You can talk now. Say 'Thank you', Jessica."

"Thank you." she echoed instantly, "Thank you...for punishing me."

I closed my eyes and sighed happily. I thought about our history together, remembering the countless times she'd stood over me, mocking me, taunting me, making my life hell. To have her like that, just then...I couldn't remember ever feeling more content. Or, honestly, more aroused.

I opened my eyes to find her still staring at me.

"You did so well, Jessica. I'm proud of you." I said, smiling.

Her eyes widened and she bit her lip softly. She didn't say anything for a while, but when she opened her mouth, she whispered so quietly I could barely hear her.

"Will you kiss me? Please?" she asked.

I smiled and pulled her into a tight embrace, moving my lips close to hers and holding them there for a few seconds. She hadn't forgotten my instruction earlier, and didn't try to kiss me, but only sighed against my lips in anticipation. I kissed her slowly, and tenderly, and she surprised me by returning it with an intense passion. She pushed her body against mine, pressing her soft tits between us. I felt myself being drawn in by her heat, her need. I broke the kiss and pushed her back.

She wiped some remaining tears from her cheeks and laughed gently, her smile wide. She somehow looked even happier than she had before I'd hurt her. Her face was a picture of pure joy.

"Roll over again." I said, getting to my knees.

Her face darkened instantly with fear. She seemed like she was going to say something, but I brought my thumb to her lips.

"Trust me, Jessica. Just turn around for me." I said.

She avoided my eyes as she turned silently and pushed her face back to the bed, raising her ass in the air. I leaned over the edge of the bed, and reached under it to pull out a small jar I'd put there earlier. I turned to show it to her, but her eyes were closed tight, expecting pain.

I silently unscrewed the lid and positioned myself behind her, and a pleasant scent of roses filled the air. I dipped my fingers into the surprisingly cool cream inside and slowly touched them to her warm, red ass.

She gasped and her whole body jumped forward in shock, but she began to laugh as I spread it around.

"This is what you get for being a good girl." I said, laughing along with her.

She let out a little sigh of pleasure as I massaged her, and let out a few small giggles. I scooped a little more out and made sure both bright red cheeks had a light coating.

I'd bought the cream a few days ago at a drug store. When I'd gotten the idea to hurt her like this, I checked online about it and a few places said that bruises and welts can swell and hurt for a long time. I didn't think that would be too much of a danger if I was only using my hand, but it seemed like a nice idea to get something like this, something to make her feel good after accepting her punishment. It felt pretty good against my stinging palm, so it must have felt incredible to her.

When I was finished I pulled her panties up and patted her gently. She turned around and met my eye, smiling. I gestured for her to come to me. I welcomed her into my arms and pulled her into a kiss, which she returned with her usual energy.

When I pulled away, she looked down and rested her hand on the jar I was still holding.

"Did you buy this...just for me?" she said, looking up hopefully.

I smiled.

"I knew you'd earn it." I said.

She returned my smile and leaned into my body again, kissing me lightly on the neck.

"Thank you." she said softly.

I was still amazed at the incredible shift in our actions. Just a moment ago I was basking in the pain I'd caused her, but now I couldn't help smiling at the strangely sweet situation I was in. I'd hurt her so badly, and now she was in my arms, thanking me for relieving the pain that I'd caused.

I reached down and slid my hand into her panties, running the tip of my middle finger along her pussy lips. She sighed and closed her eyes, pushing her face harder into my neck. She was dripping wet, now, and I realised as I pushed my other fingers out that her inner thighs were slick with moisture. I hadn't seen her like this since we were in her room. This was more than just lust, like last week. This was the effect real submission had on her.

I continued sliding my middle and ring finger against her pussy.

"You're wet." I said simply.

"Yeah..." she sighed.

"Did you like being spanked, Jessica?" I asked softly, "Did it turn you on?"

"I...I don't..." she sighed.

I pushed in harder against her pussy lips with my fingers.

"Ah! Aahhhh..." she moaned.

"Jessica...did you like being hurt like that?" I asked again.

"I don't knoow...." she moaned softly, almost whispering.

I didn't want to force her to tell me. I wanted her to admit it on her own.

"Why else would you be so wet?" I asked.

She didn't answer.

"Jessica, now, be honest." I said, almost condescendingly, "You liked it, didn't you?"

"I..." she started.

I stayed silent.

"I...I think I liked it." she said.

Her voice was so quiet, but so clear. She sounded almost guilty, like she was admitting a terrible secret, but at the same time so relieved that she could.

"It hurt so much...but...it made me feel good too...I don't know why, but I liked it." she whispered.

"That's right," I said gently, "You're a dirty little slut, who likes to be spanked."

"I'm...I'm..." she stuttered. "I'm your dirty little...slut. Who likes...who likes to be spanked." she whimpered, another tear rolling down her cheek.

I sighed, and felt my dick twitch yet again at her admission. The first night we'd been together, I'd been worried that she'd just been saying things because I wanted to hear them, and that feeling of paranoia had stuck around for a while. But now it was clear that she meant what she said, the emotion in her voice, the guilt, the shame, the lust. It was unmistakable. She'd even added "your", when I hadn't told her to. Could there be anything more perfect than this?

"Good girl." I said. "Doesn't it feel good to be honest?"

I brought my thumb forward to the top of her pussy. She started whimpering softly as I closed my eyes and tried to focus on the sensation of her soft flesh. I thought I could feel her clit against my thumb, a slight little nub of hardness surrounded my her soft lips. I pushed hard against it, and her whole body jerked forward, as it had before. I pushed in on it again and started slowly circling it as I pushed my two fingers inside her.

Her pussy was so tight and warm, and as I pushed in she suddenly let out a loud moan and pulled her body tight against me. Her boobs were pressed between us, and I could feel the hard points of her nipples against my skin. I kept up the pressure, curling and straightening my fingers inside her, while moving my thumb faster. Her moaning increased with my pace, and soon she was panting loudly in my ear. I pushed my fingers all the way into her and felt her clit press against my palm. Suddenly, her voice stopped and her body started to shake.

"Are you going to cum, Jessica?" I asked.

She didn't respond, but started moaning again.

"You can't cum without my permission." I grunted, as I sped up my fingers. My hand and arm were starting to tire out.

"I'm...I'm gonna...oh fuck!" she gasped.

"Beg for it!" I said.

I started slowing the motion of my fingers.

"Don't stop!" she gasped as I slowed, "Please! Please let me cum...please make me cum!"

"Good girl," I grunted as I sped up again, "Do it. Cum for me."

I felt her pussy begin to clench around my fingers, as her hips started to buck quickly forward. Her fingers dug hard into the back of my neck, and she let out a strained whimper.

As her orgasm started, I could feel more moisture covering my fingers and hand. I kept up my rapid pace, ignoring the burning in my muscles due to the awkward position my arm was in. I wanted to keep it going for as long as possible.

She suddenly bit down hard against my shoulder and let out another loud, strained moan that ended in a soft whimper. I gasped at the sudden pain, and without thinking I grabbed her hair with my other hand and pulled hard. She let out another loud moan and released me, throwing her head back. I didn't stop moving my fingers, and it wasn't long before her body slumped down against me.

"Oh...ffuck!" she cried.

Her body was still shaking, and I felt her pussy begin to grip and pulse around my fingers again. She was having another orgasm. She thrust forward with her hips and held me tight for a few seconds, then her whole body relaxed, only for her to thrust forward again. Her whole body went through these steady convulsions, her voice silent, for minutes.