Paralysis

9th Level

I love you...

It’s at these tender words that I open my eyes slightly, dazzled by the daylight. Guillaume, sitting opposite me, looks at me with a smile.

_ Good morning

_ Morning. How are you?

_ Good

He moves closer to me to embrace me.

_ I hope I didn’t hurt you...

_ Don’t worry... it’s just normal soreness

I blush as I think back on what happened.

_ Aren’t you working today?

_ Yes, but because of yesterday’s party, we’re starting a bit later today. So we can stay like this for a while longer

I smile. I feel good in his arms, but something is troubling me.

_ Can I ask you a question?

_ Yes, go ahead

_ How… Why did you become like this?.. . I mean, what happened to make you turn to violence...

_ Hmm... My first and longest romantic relationship. Samira Goldsmith, a rather unusual schoolgirl. She loved novelty; she didn’t like things always being the same. That’s how we started using all sorts of tools...

_ Tools?

_ Chains, whips, ... Don’t worry about all that. It’s in the past

_ Maybe, but I want to know what’s in store for me

_ Oh, but I’ve stopped using tools; I prefer to use my body

_ How?

_ With spankings, slaps...

_ Bites?

_ Do you want me to show you?

I don’t need to answer him before he starts by biting my earlobe.

_ Besides, I find your skin particularly sweet

He then bites my neck, but harder than yesterday. The pain makes my body tremble; I don’t understand. He continues, biting along my shoulder and the tops of my breasts. The sensation penetrates my body and makes my blood boil; I revel in it. My n*****s are sore, but when he bites them, I can’t help but moan.

_ Do you want me to make you come like this?

_ Annnnnnnhhh yes

He repeats the same process; I moan even louder. He moves down to my stomach, where he plants light kisses before nibbling on either side of my navel. I’m getting hot—no, I’m burning—I want him to finish me off; it’s exquisite. He spreads my thighs and lifts them up.

_ You’re already so wet, I knew you’d love it

His words are followed by delicious bites on the inside of my thigh as he works his way up towards my crotch. My heart skips a beat with every bite, I moan. He starts again with my other thigh. It’s unbearable.

_ Wait a little longer before you come, please, the best is yet to come

He sucks the tip of my c******s. He gives it three quick flicks of his tongue and sucks it whole.

_ Annnnnnnnnnhhhhhhh, I can’t take it anymore...

He sucks it a second time and suddenly bites it. I come immediately with a terrible scream.

I’m covered in sweat. I’m somewhere between hell and paradise, and just as I thought it was over, he penetrates me without warning. He pounds me and delivers violent thrusts. I don’t even have time to realise what’s happening before I feel another orgasm building. I give in and come a second time, followed by Guillaume, who comes inside me with a groan before collapsing beside me, out of breath.

We lay there for a moment without speaking or moving, before I broke the silence.

_ I’m going shopping with my sisters today.

_ Do you want me to drop you off somewhere?

_ No, don’t worry.

_ OK. Have a good day then, he says, gently kissing my forehead.

I sit up and wince in pain.

_ Are you in pain?, he asked, concerned

_ Don’t worry, I’m fine

I get up and go to the bathroom. I look at myself in the mirror and see the red bite marks. I smile; they’ll surely disappear after a shower. I get ready quickly and hurry to make breakfast.

It’s ready, served, and we’re at the table. Silence reigns, but a question is bothering me.

_ How long were you together?

_ Sorry?

_ You said it was your longest relationship… with Samira Goldsmith…

The subject seems to upset him.

_ Five years

My eyes widen. That long!

_ And why did you break up?

He stops eating and freezes. His face darkens; I regret asking the question.

_ Over time, she changed; she wasn’t the same anymore. She’d become someone else, someone whose company I couldn’t stand

He had gone completely cold in the space of a few seconds.

_ Sorry for asking...

_ I understand your curiosity. Unfortunately, it’s quite a sensitive subject.

We carried on eating in silence. Once he’d finished his meal, Guillaume hurried off to the cupboard. I have time to finish all the housework before my sisters come to pick me up. We went round the shops and had a lovely time together.

The sun is setting and I’m finally heading home. Guillaume is already there, sitting on the sofa reading his post. He looks worried. I put my thousand bags down in the hall and go and sit next to him.

_ Are you OK? You don’t look yourself.

_ *He sighs. The appeal I lodged with the Court of Appeal has been rejected, so I’m going to have to start a longer process. I’m a bit stressed.

_ Oh... Is there anything I can do to help you relax? Would you like some tea?

_ No, I want to spank you

_ ... I don’t see how spanking me is going to help you

_ It’s liberating. You’ll understand when I’m done

I don’t even have time to process the situation before he’s already got me on all fours in front of him. My muscles have frozen; I can’t move. He lifts my dress, exposing my bottom. He slips his finger through the string of my knickers and tugs at it with a wicked smile. He ends up taking them off. He slowly caresses my bottom before delivering two quick strokes. He stops and sighs deeply. Then he gives five strokes and caresses my genitals for a moment. My mouth is wide open; I can neither move, nor scream, nor speak. He starts again and delivers a dozen slaps in quick succession without any restraint. He stops and thrusts two fingers inside me; I moan in surprise. After several thrusts, he starts spanking my bottom again, then stops and thrusts two fingers inside me once more.

He repeats the same pattern five more times before stopping and caressing my buttocks. He stands up and takes off his trousers, revealing an erection ready for action. He penetrates me and thrusts repeatedly. He f***s me brutally, savagely, pounding me, and comes inside me after hearing me scream his name during my orgasm. He pulls out and sits back down on the sofa.

_ Ah... Thank you, I feel much better, and so do you, for that matter.

I blush, unable to say a word. But he’s right; I feel as light as a feather, comfortable in my own skin, just like after a beauty treatment. Perhaps a spanking really is beneficial after all...