Four Tamings: A Novel of Erotic Domination

Chapter Three-2

Nicole recognized when she was beaten, at least temporarily, though she was just about to learn a new meaning for that term. She simply replied: ‘No, Sir, I'll try to be good during my spanking...but please don't hurt me too much...I haven't been spanked since my Daddy left when I was eight, and it used to be the most terrible thing that ever happened to me...’ Rafe laughed a bit cruelly, retorting: ‘Oh, don't you worry, bad girl, you're only going to be hurt the exact amount that you need, though I'm quite sure that will be much more than you wish...of course, if we let naughty girls determine the nature of their consequences, suspect you'd all be smoking crack and having s*x all the time, now wouldn't you?’

The handcuffed young woman knew she was being taunted, and decided to hold on to whatever scraps remained of her no doubt soon-to-be obliterated dignity and held her tongue. And soon thereafter, Rafe's hard palm collided shockingly with the dead center of her right buttock as she yelped at the pain, even through her panties. This hurt far worse than her remembered trips over her drunken Father's knee as a girl, and according to her captor, this was just the warm up. Her left cheek soon had a matching searing handprint, and rapidly there ensued a no-nonsense alternation between steadily more violently wriggling targets. Rafe was always methodical in his punishments, working his way out from the center of each perfect girlish moon in a steady spiral until it had been completely covered by the dozenth spank per side.

He took a break at that point, the hand that had just visited such mayhem now stroking its erstwhile targets while their owner's sobs subsided a bit. Nicole had taken her first 24 spanks bravely, releasing a faint soprano ‘Aaah!’ with each blow, and remaining quiescent over her captor's hard lap. She could not help but notice that something else was hard, pressing against the length of her left hip in a rather promising display of masculine equipment. Clearly, she was not the only one getting turned on by the proceedings. And indeed, as her even more rapidly spreading stain of telltale moisture at her crotch indicated, it turned out that being spanked by her handsome captor was much hotter than she would ever have imagined.

But all thoughts of s*x rapidly fled her fevered mind as the punishment resumed with a vengeance. It turned out that Rafe had been breaking her in easy, as the subsequent three-dozen blows were steadily more painful until she could not help it and began kicking her legs to somehow try to lessen the pain. But this was to no avail, as when each leg relaxed after kicking, its adjacent buttock formed a perfect target for another spank. By the end of her fifty per cheek, Nicole was weeping freely and totally flushed, her pretty Irish face pressed against the dirty carpeting on the van floor as she sobbed out her contrition: ‘I'm so sorry...so, so sorry...I know I've been bad, and I'll be better, I promise!’

Rafe resumed stroking the now throbbing cheeks he had just inflamed, and replied reassuringly: ‘I know you will, poor naughty girl, but it's probably going to take a very long time and thousands of times being bent and bared and bound for punishment...we might as well get these panties down and get on with it...After all, even the longest journey begins with a single step, right?’ Somehow, even in her upset, his subject actually did find this rather taunting reply reassuring in an odd way. Maybe this man could reach her in a way no one had, and help her to learn how to control the impulses that had always gotten her in such trouble ever since she was a teenager.

And so our hero proceeded with yet another of his most precious b**m rituals, the very first baring of a submissive's bottom. He had her raise up off his lap a bit so he could pull her panties down at the pace he preferred without coping with the drag between them and his Levis. And then, with exquisite slowness, he eased their top hem down to reveal a nicely pinked pair of perfect girlish buttocks, already clenching slightly as their owner coped with her own complicated set of feelings around being bared for his eyes for the first time.

On the one hand, she knew she had a pretty ass, even if it had gotten a lot skinnier since she'd taken to smoking crystal. Most men (or women for that matter) had regarded it to be perhaps her most sexually attractive feature. And as the tempest of her responses to her first spanking passed, she had rediscovered an even greater arousal than she noticed during her first respite. Not only was this man totally hot to her mind (and body, of course), but what he was doing to her also seemed to be turning out to be equally erotically inspiring. She could not recall feeling this turned on in her life, which was saying something given how s****l a being she seemed to have been biologically programmed to be.

Nicole knew he could tell by the state of her panties, but now they were coming off and he would be seeing the state of her p***y as well, and quite directly. Not that she wouldn't try to hide it, but her experience with how her body responded to the spanking she'd just received made her suspect that once her buttocks were being further warmed all thoughts of modesty would fly out the window. Perhaps having her panties around her knees would at least limit how much of her overtly engorged and lubricated genitalia she would be putting on display, she hoped. She could not count on her pubes for cover, since her auburn-colored bush had been recently trimmed quite short because her last lesbian lover preferred it that way.

And if Nicole did find getting spanked to be so smoking hot, perhaps there was a part of her...maybe even a not-so-small part, that reckoned a good long and painful sojourn over Rafe's knee was exactly what she had coming to her. Lord knew she'd been a very bad girl for a very long time. The good part of her probably felt pretty guilty about all of the evil things she'd chosen to do just because they seemed at the time like they might be interesting or fun. Didn't bad girls deserve to be punished, just like she'd been taught by the nuns at parochial school? Maybe she would be less subject to temptation if she were to be spanked as thoroughly as her captor promised every time she succumbed to the little devil whispering in her ear?

Then there was the part of her that found this man to be ungodly attractive, that wanted desperately for him to like her, be pleased by her, want her, f**k her, take her away from her tawdry life and make her feel safe forever in his powerful arms. If a spanking or two every now and then on her naked buttocks was the price to be paid for such an unimagined blessing as his patronage, was that too high a cost for something so priceless? If she knew for certain she could have him all to herself forever, perhaps she'd gladly offer up her ass as a willing sacrifice to such a God. And Lord knew that so far, it wasn't as if being spanked by him was a turn off...in fact, so far it seemed to be quite the opposite. And she knew herself to be a girl that quite enjoyed getting aroused and getting off, as often and strongly as possible, thank you very much!

But the biggest part of her was truly terrified at the sheer physicality of what was about to happen to her poor throbbing bottom. The hand spanking through panties had hurt worse than anything in her life, and now it was about to be reprised on her newly naked buttocks. She strongly doubted that she would be able to control herself if the pain got much worse, which she rather suspected was likely to be the case. And then there was the extra dose that she earned by not obeying promptly, which her captor had threatened (and he struck her as a man who never made empty threats) to deliver with a paddle!

She had never been spanked with anything but a bare hand before, and the thought of something harder than Rafe's callused palm belaboring her already tender bottom cheeks was almost too much to bear. But bear it she must, since the handcuffs made it abundantly clear that her spanking was only going to end when its author decided she had been sufficiently chastised. Nicole had never felt so out of control, and the sensation was at the same time the most terrifying and the most erotically exciting one she had ever experienced.

Once her panties were drawn completely down to form a white cotton band binding her knees together about four inches apart, the terrified prisoner moaned as her captor's hard palm touched her bare buttock skin for the first time. It didn't feel hard at all as it caressed her throbbing cheeks gently...in fact, it felt quite tender and over-the-top sexy to be stroked and comforted where she had so recently been treated so unkindly. And then the soothing touch was withdrawn, and the world of vastly more intense sensation resumed.

Rafe spanked her hard, in fact, about twice as hard as he had through her panties. Nicole was yelling with each swat by the third one, and weeping uncontrollably by the tenth, and her girlish moons clenched and squirmed and wriggled energetically to try to ameliorate at least some iota of their plight. This of course indeed caused her to lose focus on holding her legs shut in order not to display the state of her p***y, and its growing arousal was clearly evident to her intrigued tormentor. He was astonished at his luck, to be handed as though on a silver platter the opportunity to dominate a woman this beautiful who was also perhaps even more aroused by being spanked. The floral structures between her legs were more engorged and lubricated at this stage than any of the experienced submissives he had topped in his previous b**m career as a highly sought after dom.

For this second dose, Rafe had decided there would be no break, no breather for his increasingly frantic subject to catch her breath and rediscover her composure. He wanted to extend her past any previous limit, make her desperate in the degree of loss of control she was now subject to at his whim. And indeed, the squirming redhead was frantic by the fiftieth spank on each buttock, now colored well past their original cerise towards a deep dusky rouge. And in her lovely tempestuous struggling over his lap, Nicole had achieved a state of more genuine penitence than she ever had previously. It was as if a deep well of regret for all her bad behaviors had been tapped by the pain of her punishment, and something much closer to a clear apology babbled from her lovely mouth. ‘I'm so, so, sorry...I've been so bad for so long, and I know I deserve this and much more...please forgive me for being such a bad girl...’

One thing that Rafe had learned from watching his buddy interrogate the beautiful Iraqi was that just as disobedience must always be punished, cooperation must equally stringently be rewarded. So when her dose was complete, he asked a question: ‘Nicole, I think we may be getting somewhere, but before I go on, I need you to answer a question. It seems to me from what I see going on between your legs that you might be finding this situation sexually exciting. Is that true?’

And now, the bent and bared redhead faced another moment of truth. Her initial reaction, totally knee-jerk, was to deny the obvious truth: ‘No! That can't be!’ Her captor sighed and retorted: ‘Since this is such a delicate topic, I'm not going to just punish you more for that lie, but give you one and only one chance to take it back and tell the truth. This will be the very last lie I catch you in that you will not get spanked extra hard for, so now's your opportunity to set the record straight, Nicole.’