You send me a text message telling me to be there at 7:00pm sharp, that you are going to finally take my ass. Reading the message sends shivers up my spine, and gets me wet... I am excited about the prospects of this evening. I have been anxiously awaiting this day as this will be the final act of submission to you. I have offered you everything I am and have wanted to give you this gift as well, but you would tell me I'm not ready yet. But tonight you will possess every bit of me.
I hurry to get there, not wanting to be late and find you are already there , waiting patiently. You tell me to come in and get undressed, to kneel and wait for instruction. After five or ten minutes you come over and lead me to the bedroom.
"Get up on the bed, lay facing down," you tell me in a soft voice.
"Yes, Sir," I reply as I scramble to move quickly into position. You tie both hands out to the corner of the bed, pillows up under my stomach to prop my ass up, my legs are tied to the side wide open. My body trembles as the ropes take hold of my wrists and ankles and I feel their power.
You don't waste time and start by shoving your cock down my throat, telling me to get it wet, that this is the only lubrication I will get. I do my very best to get your cock as wet and ready as I can knowing your intentions this evening. You kneel up onto the bed behind me, between my wide spread ass and touch your cock to my hole, making me flinch and tense. You slowly push your head in, telling me to push back onto you and to relax.
"Ohhh..." I moan softly as I feel you enter my ass, my last stronghold and my gift to you this night. The feeling of you behind me is more wonderful that I could have imagined. You press in further, encouraged by my moaning.
Once you get all the way in you start pounding me hard. I try to squirm but am tied to tightly and have but half inch slack on either side.
I plead with you to be gentle, but that only makes you take me harder and longer . As I get used to your size, though, my pleading for gentleness turns to pleading of a different sort.
"Ohhh god yes! Oh fuck me! fuck me harder!" I begin to cry out.
Apparently I am too loud for the hotel room we are in because you tell me multiple times to keep quiet. You finally grab a pair of my old underwear and shove it into my mouth, to my throat. You have never gagged me before and I scream into the gag and push it out of my mouth with my tongue, unsure about the idea of being gagged.
"You little shit!" is all I hear, you grab the undies and shove them back into my throat and duct tape my mouth closed.
I accept the gag after a few moments, trusting your judgment and wanting to be good for you. You then start to fuck my ass again, quieter this time. My ass is still getting accustomed to your cock and I clench my fists and whine into the gag, trying to work through the pain. I sway my hips away again, but you answer with a sharp strike across my ass with your hand. I scream into the gag and try to sway away yet again. You strike my ass again a couple of times quick, and grab my hips and plunge all the way in and explode into my ass.
I think we are finished now and expect you to take off the gag and release me. I was only partially right, though. You do take off my gag, but you tell me that you are not going to untie me right away. Instead, you are going to punish me for my actions. You tell me that I should have stayed still instead of pulling away, not just once but multiple times, as well as spitting out the gag. You walk away and come back with a paddle and a crop. Not too severe, but will get the message across. You tell me I get ten swats for each thing I did, so it ends up being fifty you say.
My eyes get wide and I ask where the other twenty came from? You laugh and tell me I am lucky it's only twenty for all the times you had to tell me to be quiet.
"Yes, Sir." I reply and put my head down onto the bed and wait.
You tell me I am to receive twenty-five swats with the paddle and twenty-five with the crop.
"Do you understand why I am doing this?" you ask.
"Yes, Sir. I was disobedient when you told me to lay still and tried to fight you. I also spit out the gag when you had already told me to be quiet. I am sorry, Sir."
"Good. Now prepare yourself," you tell me. I reply with a "yes Sir, "and bury my face into a pillow and wait for the blows to start.
You wait patiently until you see I have relaxed just a little and let the first blow hit. My head comes back and you hear me whine into the pillow.
"One," you say.
You let the blows rain down fast and hard, two, three, four...
I am pulling at the ropes and shaking my head from side to side, biting down hard onto the pillow to stifle my screams.
Eight, nine, ten...
They are coming so fast, I can't react to each one separately. I know very well I can't get away, but continue to pull on the ropes by instinct.
Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen...
Short sharp breaths escape my nose, you see my twitch at each strike. You pause for a moment and watch me, watching me jerk slightly in different directions not sure of when you will start again, or where it will hit. I throw my head back, and bring it back down onto the bed, trying to catch my breath. I try to stay still, but am having a hard time. But it's not like I am going anywhere.
Twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five. I hear you tell me you are done with the paddle, that I am doing well, to stay still, we are almost done.
You set the paddle down and pick up the crop and smack it into your hand. I shudder slightly at the sound, knowing what is to come. Just as with the paddle, the strikes come in quick sequence.
One, two, three, four... The crop bites into my already red and tender bottom. Making me groan and tense.
Eight, nine, ten...
The tears start to flow, and I am again pulling at the ropes. Thinking that maybe this time they might just give, and come loose. But they don't, of course.
More sharp breathes into my nose, I am having a hard time controlling my breathing. I am holding my breath. You pause, and give me time to breathe, to catch my breath. Telling me it is okay, that we are almost done.
Eighteen, nineteen, twenty...
I arch my body, tipping my head back, swinging it from side to side, wincing in pain. The pillow under me is thoroughly soaked, and spit starting to come out.
"Only five more," you whisper, just before delivering the last of the blows. Harder and slower than the rest to emphasize them.
Twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five...
There is enough time between each of the last few for me to react. After each one you see my back arch, my ass clench, my hips sway in attempts to avoid it. My ass is bruised, deep red, and welted.
"We are done, now, my dear," you tell me. I raise my face to look at you. You see the tears run down my cheeks and my eyes red from crying lock onto yours.
"Thank you sir, for correcting me," I say softly.
"What have you learned tonight?" you ask me.
"To be still, and quiet when you tell me to be, and to not pull away, or spit out a gag," I say sobbing quietly, more out of shame and sorrow for disappointing you than the spanking I received.
"Good girl."
I smile weakly at your words as you move to untie my arms and legs and let me rest my head on your chest while you stroke my hair out of my face. You clean my face with a washcloth and hold me as the burning in my ass fades. Gently rocking me as I come down from the ordeal, I know you still love me and that makes it all worthwhile.
