anonymous0slut

The adventures of a real life slut in a conservative world

The First Time

on February 7, 2016

I was frozen there, naked on my hands and knees, waiting for him to come back up the stairs. As the seconds dragged on it became more and more evident that this was a huge mistake.

I don’t do pain. I don’t like it. I have no tolerance for it and the thought of it scares me. I’m the last person you want to give state secrets to – I will sing like a canary at the first sign of trouble.

I think about the sexy man looking for the dreaded implement and sigh, just a bit. He has gorgeous eyes and a soft smile… but he also has strong arms and quick hands. He isn’t one to back down when it comes time to put me back in my place – when he gives me that look there’s no doubt of what’s in store for me.

I hide under the blankets.

“You’re not in position”

“I’m too scared…..”

“Why? Is it going to hurt?”

I nod

“A little or a lot?” He locks eyes with me

I drop mine. “a lot” I whimper

He kisses me on the forehead. “In position baby”

There will be no getting out of this one. I know I asked for it earlier. I begged him for it and took a full blown tantrum until he complied. Deep down I wanted it, the pain that I had fantasized about for so long. I just didn’t know if I was strong enough to handle it now that the time had finally come.

Deep breathes. In. Out. In. Out. Slowly I turned over and raised myself on to my knees again, presenting myself to him. I whimpered as I felt the cold slender rod. This was a bad idea. He rubbed it back and forth on my ass while I tried to stay still. “Ready?”  I wanted to scream no but my head nodded.

He pulled back.

Stars exploded in my vision as he made contact with my exposed flesh. I dropped off my knees and whimpered in pain. “Up” he commanded and I was on my knees again. A firm hand guided my back in to an arch as I presented myself to him again. To my amazement I not only wanted more, my body craved it. My thighs were sticky and my knees were shaking as I waited for him to cane me again.

This time I took three in quick succession before dropping down. It hurt so much but the pain ignited a fire in me that I cannot explain. I needed those firm hands. I needed his strength. I needed him to hurt me. It made me feel like the dirty little whore I was.

Slowly, he led me through my first real encounter with extreme pain. One of two strikes at a time he brought me to the verge of tears. And the verge of orgasm. In between he held me in his arms and Ruffles my hair before telling me I could handle more… I’m not sure why I believed him.

Although I pleaded with my best puppy dog eyes, I was not permitted my release. “Not yet” he whispered, obviously I was not to be given any reprieve from my pain. My pussy was throbbing as I tried not to cum. The feeling of his hand on the small of my back sent shivers use my spine. I dripped on the bed unable to control my body’s reaction to his cane. I was his whore tonight. Just a filthy little slut with a wet hole and a soft ass begging to be hurt.

“Hit me” I begged him over and over again. I fell to my knees. I got back up. I fell again. I was comforted and guided back up. One strike at a time, his patience unbounding, I found my inner pain slut.

He pressed himself against me to steady me and told me we were almost done. I had been a very good girl, one more strike would do it. Do what? I’m not sure. If he was hoping to banish the brat for a little bit he was certainly on the right track. I relaxed and he pulled back again. It made contact. Hard. I screamed out as I fell on to my knees and my hands went right back to feel the swelling welt he had left but he already had somehow caught me in his arms.

“Shhh” he comforted me softly “you did so good baby girl. It’s done now”

And it was, almost. He guided me on to my back and spread my legs wide. I shook with pain and adrenaline. I had fantasized about this for so long and I had finally done it. The pain subsided in to pleasure as he coaxed me in a shaking mess on the bed. I came fast and hard until he had to pin me down to keep me cunning. My ass, crushed underneath me, serving as the ultimate reminder.
I am his.

  

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