“I—I abandoned you.” I swallowed another lump that tried to form in my throat.
“Yes.” He nodded slowly. “I spent night after night waiting for you to come back. I was sick with worry. I cared about you, Harmony. I liked talking to you, regardless of what it was about. Your flesh will pay the price for every moment we spent apart.”
Devlin took me by the wrist and guided me across his knee. My heart was beating out of control. I was trapped between desire and damnation. Both of them scared me. I had pretended to be across his knee many times when I pleasured myself. Actually being there was more intense than any fantasy that I created in my head. He positioned me so that I was draped across his knee with my ass pushed up towards the sky. My flesh was a blank canvas and I knew he was going to paint it a deep shade of crimson before he was done. He let the paddle rest on my ass and I trembled, knowing that the moment of my comeuppance had finally arrived.
“No amount of suffering can undo what you’ve done.” The paddle was pulled away and a second later I heard a cracking sound echo throughout the suite—then came the sting.
I knew it would hurt. I was prepared for that. No fantasy could imagine what it would actually feel like. It left an immediate sting. I felt my ass bounce underneath it and before the bouncing stopped, the paddle was coming down again. He landed the paddle on one side of my ass and then immediately delivered a smack on the opposite side. The sting got more intense as the paddle continued to fall. I whimpered and started to squirm. He kept a hand on my hip, holding me in place so that I couldn’t move very much. The paddle was delivering with precision that would have made a surgeon proud. Each time it came down, the sting that was already there was amplified before it got even worse. Even with my flesh paying the price for my sins, I still felt the wetness between my legs. My body begged for more while I squealed for mercy.
“Ow!” I kicked my feet and twisted in his grasp. “I’m sorry I abandoned you!”
“The more you try to fight this punishment, the worse it is going to be.” He delivered a smack that was harder than the previous ones. “You can show me how sorry you really are when your punishment is over.”
I did my best to stop squirming and accept the punishment I deserved. The paddle kept the stinging sensation fresh on the surface of my ass. As the wood continued to dance across my skin, the sting started to turn into a burning sensation. I wasn’t able to remain still, but as I soon as I squirmed, I received several hard smacks in the middle of my ass right along the spot where my weight rested when I sat. That hurt worse than receiving it on the upper part of my ass cheeks. Once he saw how it made me squeal, he started working that spot into the rotation. One on the right, one on the left, and several hard ones directly in the center before the pattern repeated. Tears welled up in my eyes and a sob rose up in my throat. As soon as the burst of sorrow rushed from my lips I felt my remorse cutting through the makeup on my face.
“I’m so sorry!” I knew he didn’t want to hear it, but the words came out anyway.
My darkest fantasy was brought to life. I was forced to face it head-on instead of hiding in the shadows while I talked about it online. I understood why Angelina believed it was necessary. It would always linger there in the back of my mind. It wasn’t something I could build a life on, but I needed to experience it. There was no other way to move past it. In my heart, I was a submissive girl. I put on a brave exterior but the position I was in was one that I craved. I wasn’t sure how the situation I was in would work if I tried to build a relationship with Nate. I still liked him. I still wanted him. My mind was just in too much turmoil, trapped between a man that had come back for me, and one that refused to let me run when I cut off contact. I would have to figure out things with Nate later, because the only thing I could truly focus on at that moment was the paddle that showed no sign of slowing down.
“Remember all of those times you told me that you wanted me to put you over my knee and spank you until you cried?” His gravel-coated tone echoed in my ears.
“Yes sir!” I nodded quickly.
I had never truly understood what I was saying in those sessions. I was at such a low point with relationships failing around me that all I could retreat to was the dark obsession toying with my thoughts. As the paddle continued to turn the burning fire on my ass into a raging inferno of torment, I started to question if my obsession was somehow responsible
for my struggles. I blamed it on everything that I could come up with, but there was always something that held me back. It was part of why I remained a virgin until Nate swept back into my life. Nate was an enigma. A force so strong that I let those feelings drown me because I tried to come up for air. I finally understood that. It might not have been the lesson Devlin intended to teach me, but it was certainly the one Angelina wanted me to learn. The torment continued for a little while longer, but then I felt the paddle start to slow down. When it finally came to a stop, I exhaled sharply and continued to sob.
“I think that’s enough—for now.” Devlin put the paddle on the table beside the chair.
“Thank you, sir!” I nodded, remaining across his knee as my ass continued to sizzle even without the paddle stoking the fire.
“On your knees.” His tone was quick and sharp.
“Yes sir.” I slowly stood and knelt at his feet with my arms behind my back.
“Your body is mine to use.” He leaned forward until his face was inches from mine. “You belong to me in every way. Anything I want, you will give without question.”
“Yes sir.” I swallowed hard as I thought about all of the things that could mean.
“Open your mouth.” Devlin reached into his pocket as he spoke.
I opened my mouth as wide as I could and when Devlin pulled his hand out of his pocket, I saw a large metal ring with leather attached to both sides. I recognized it from pictures I had seen online. It was a ring gag that would keep my mouth open and also allow it to be used for his pleasure. He slid it between my teeth and forced my jaw to stretch wider until it was firmly inserted. The leather was pulled tight behind my head and tied. I felt drool pooling in my mouth and I couldn’t swallow it easily. It started to run out the corners of my mouth and drizzle down my chin. Devlin stood and started to unfasten his pants. I knew what was going to happen. We had talked about it in our chats. The punishment was over but he wasn’t done with me.
“Now you get to show me how sorry you really are.” He let his pants drop to the floor and started to stroke his cock.
I would have spoken if the ring wasn’t holding my mouth wide open. I would have told him I was truly sorry, told him that I regretted making him worry, and that I missed the discussions we used to have. He played such an important role in helping me get through the hard times in my life while I was away at college and I could have at least told him goodbye when I returned home. He deserved at least that much respect. I watched as he got closer and positioned his cock inches from my face. He put a hand on the back of my head and then he began to push his cock into my mouth. There was no way for me to do anything but take it. The ring was larger than his cock when it was fully erect, so it slid between my lips with ease. He pushed it into my throat and let it linger there as I gagged.
“A submissive girl should always have a wet mouth that begs for her Master’s cock.” He pulled it back to my lips and drove it in deeper.
The barrier in the back of my throat made it hard for me to take his cock, but it didn’t slow him down. He started to fuck my mouth, slamming into it every time. I swallowed as hard as I could, trying to get him deeper. I wanted to show him that I wanted his cock. I wanted to prove my remorse by delivering the pleasure he craved. He fucked my mouth slow, savoring every moment of it. My pussy was so wet from the spanking and the oral pleasure I was delivering that I thought the heat was going to burn hotter than the one that scorched my ass when it was underneath the paddle. After trying several times to get him all the way in my mouth, I finally swallowed him and felt him sink into my esophagus.
“That feels really good.” He let out a groan and began to pull back until the glans was dragging across my tongue. “Swallow it again—show me what a good girl you want to be.”
His cock went deep and I swallowed again. He repeated the process several more times before picking up speed. I could feel his cock throbbing against my tongue. I wished I could wrap my lips around it and finish him off, but I was not in control of the situation at all. He kept his hands on the back of my head while he fucked my ring-gagged mouth. I was his toy to play with, a pet for his pleasure. His pace got so fast that he went from the edge of the gag to the deepest part of my throat so fast I barely had time to adjust. His cock started to pulsate and I knew he was about to cum. I waited for it, prepared to do anything I could to swallow his seed.
“Now you get to the honor of tasting my lust.” He pulled his cock to the edge of my lips and massaged my bottom lip with his fingers.
After a couple of seconds, he grunted, and I felt the glans pulsate against my lips. He erupted inside my mouth, covering my tongue and lips with his cum. I extended my tongue and licked the glans as several more rope-like strands of cum shot into my mouth. I couldn’t swallow it without using my lips to close my mouth. He finished depositing his load and took a step back. I tilted my head and let it slowly drain into my throat. My tongue cleaned what I could until most of it was gone.