Four Tamings: A Novel of Erotic Domination

Chapter Three-3

She sighed, took a deep breath, and relented: ‘Yes...Sir...I do feel very turned on by what's happening to me, as you can clearly tell by the state of my cunt.’ Rafe was a bit shocked to hear her use the C word so casually, a liberty he would never have permitted himself, given his deeply held values of respect for women (at least, the ones who behaved). He went on: ‘Then, only with your permission, I am going to touch you there. This is an integral part of your rehabilitation process, that all misbehavior will be immediately punished, and all good behavior will be rewarded. The forms in which I choose to administer rewards will vary, but often they will be s****l, as long as you do not object. So think hard before you answer, Nicole, because once this bridge has been crossed, our relationship is going to take on a very different form.’

Deeply lost in her frenzy of implacably mounting buttock pain, she heard his words only dimly at first, but then they penetrated her gradually calming consciousness. And in that moment, the handcuffed auburn-tressed beauty's heart soared, as she realized that there was going to be more than pain in her relationship to this terrifyingly handsome man who had just hurt her more than anyone in her life, and promised to do even worse almost immediately. There was no hesitation at all, as she almost rushed to respond: ‘Yes, please, Sir, you are welcome to touch me anywhere you want and in any way that you desire.’

Rafe felt his own corresponding surge of excitement, as their bargain had been sealed. This was to be a s****l relationship, not just a punitive one, and his gorgeous captive clearly declared that she wanted it just as much as he knew he did. It looked like his long dry spell of vanilla-only s*x was about to come to a rather climactic end, if he judged the responsiveness of his partner at all accurately.

He replied: ‘Very well, then, I will administer your reward for being honest and for being more sincerely penitent.’ The same hand that had just delivered a world of hurt to her buttocks now reached between her legs, and his index finger gathered the moisture that was actually running down her inner thighs in mute testimony to the extent of Nicole's arousal. Then he gently, with almost butterfly-light pressure, began to encircle the swollen little c******l knob at the top of her vaginal cleft, left totally visible because of the short trim of her auburn pubes.

Within a second, she found herself emitting a rising groan of pleasure, torn from her lips just as uncontrollably as her cries of pain during her spanking. And then, not more than a minute later, this inarticulate cry morphed into even louder shouts of pure ecstasy. The best orgasm of her life convulsed her entire body with electrical discharges of sheer s****l delight for the better part of a minute. At last, she collapsed over her handsome captor's lap, blissfully spent, afloat on a cloud of the potent neurochemicals of pleasure and pain that was a far better high than any drug had ever given her.

This, then, was to be the method in Rafe's madness. Bad behaviors of any sort would result in the worst pain his subject could imagine, inflicted in the most undignified way to the most private and vulnerable parts of her body. And good behaviors were to be rewarded by unparalleled s****l pleasure, as well as the restoration of privileges that had been removed, as Nicole was soon to find out. But first, there was the small matter of an even more fearsome spanking that had been promised but not yet delivered.

Rafe sighed and declared: ‘Now isn't this a shame. If you'd managed to be just a bit more cooperative, we'd be getting on our way and you'd be back in the front seat telling me your real story. But instead, I'm afraid that this naughty little rear end is in for an even more unpleasant experience, since it's time for your paddling. Have you ever been spanked with a paddle before, Nicole?’ She moaned, having somehow slipped into the totally unrealistic hope that maybe he would forget what else he had promised her in all of the tumult of her rollicking s****l climax. But she rushed to respond, hoping to avoid further pain than was already headed her poor bottom's way: ‘No, Sir, until this moment only my Daddy's hand and yours have ever spanked me.’

Her captor retorted tauntingly: ‘Well isn't that good news! As you'll be discovering over the next few days, once I've had my inaugural tour of a new naughty girl's bottom cheeks, I generally only use my hands for doing pleasant things to her body. So you'll be having many novel experiences as I introduce this wicked little backside, as well as certain other very sensitive and vulnerable places on your body that you might not have imagined could be punished, to a whole variety of painful new friends. We'll start with one of my favorites, the leather paddle. I have several versions of this in my collection, but we'll go easy on you and start with the straightforward one that hurts the least, according to most of its customers.’

Nicole looked over her shoulder fearfully as Rafe reached into a pocket on the back of the seat next to him and produced a six inch black leather paddle consisting of two stiff quarter-inch pieces of leather sewn together around their edges. It was in the rough shape of an oval hairbrush on its business end, approximately four inches long and three inches wide, with a round braided-leather handle. He stroked it against her fiercely burning and throbbing buttocks, to which it felt cool and pleasant, though their owner was well aware that this was only a transient experience and that soon its kisses were likely to be quite fiery.

And indeed they were, as their recipient shrieked her loudest yet at the new level of heinie pain being visited upon her poor nether moons. If she'd had enough wits about her to imagine the future Rafe had described in terms of implements to be employed for this purpose, she would have realized that this paddle was one of the friendliest ones. But the reality of being spanked is that the immediacy of the experience rather completely hijacks the victim's awareness. All comparisons to any other experience tend to get lost in the fierce gestalt of forceful contact between leather or wood and vulnerable buttock flesh. Soon Nicole was truly howling, her legs kicking fruitlessly within their panty-bonds, and her strong, slender body bucking over the Foreman's lap. Her gorgeous nether moons danced a totally charming minuet (at least to an enthusiast of such phenomena like our hero), albeit an involuntary one, in their doomed efforts to fend off one iota of their well-deserved plight.

She took her full dose of fifty swats of the fearsome paddle with less than consummate grace, Rafe needing to exert considerable force downward on the small of her back with his left hand as he spanked away with his right. But at last her ordeal came to an end, her buttocks now shading over into a light purple, and quivering slightly even after their travails were over, at least for the time being. And then in his becoming customary turnabout, the dom once again stroked and comforted what he had just assaulted, as its owner calmed and reawakened to her once-again fierce arousal from this most recent spanking. He was pleased to note this, each occurrence adding to the evidence that his new project was truly erotically charged around having painful things done to her backside, rather than just from being naked over an attractive man's lap.

The time had arrived for another interrogation. Rafe queried: ‘So, my very naughty little one, now you will have a chance to retell the story that you...shall we say...somewhat edited an hour ago. You might want to recall that I was given a full dossier on you as a precondition of my willingness to take on your rehabilitation, and I always study such things carefully. So let's take it from the top, and I'll comfort your cute little ass while you recount your tale of woe as to how you arrived at this predicament. If you lie again, I think you have an idea of what will happen, and in fact, we'll just keep you in this position so it will be totally convenient for me to administer your consequences. If you are honest, you will be rewarded somewhat differently than last time, in a manner I suspect you will find quite enjoyable. How that will go is now completely up to you.’

And so Nicole faced the next in what was going to be a very long series of moments of truth. With most substance abusers, a standing joke in AA circles is: ‘Q: How can you tell an addict is lying? A: Their lips are moving.’ So in order to avoid further unbearable rear end pain, and to win what she hoped would be another over-the-top s****l reward, the well-spanked redhead would have to fight her well-schooled nature and actually be honest. Rafe was fair with her as she stammered out her story, recognizing when she was wandering into self-serving distortion, and gently admonishing: ‘Now, are you sure you want to make that statement, given what the consequences will be?’ The result was by the end, he had a far richer picture of his captive's adventures and how she had come to be the way she was. This would be an invaluable adjunct to designing the right kind of program to actually have a chance at working durable change in her f****d up life.

When she was silent, Rafe continued gently stroking her inflamed buttocks, whose pain had now subsided to a dull throb that was totally swamped by the intensity of her arousal. He declared: ‘Very well, naughty one, I think you've been honest enough to avoid punishment and earn reward. I'm going to help you up off my lap and out of your cuffs and dress and brassiere, first. This is not a punishment, to be stripped. It is actually the establishment of your baseline state of attire during your rehabilitation. You will be given the opportunity to earn items of clothing if you are successful in meeting the challenges set before you, but your time in my custody will begin with you being naked except for appropriate footwear at all times. Given that it's late spring and quite warm here, that shouldn't be too uncomfortable, especially given that I will be providing sunscreen since you redheads have such pale complexion and tend to burn so badly.’

Nicole wanted Rafe to see her naked, wanted him to find her attractive and fuckable. In fact, she was really hoping that her reward was going to be her avid p***y welcoming the impressive c**k she had felt pressing against her hip during her sojourn over his lap, and could now see distending his Levis quite promisingly. She could not know how patient her captor was, or that taking his c**k into her in a pleasurable way was going to be a reward he gave her (and himself) somewhat further down the road, if she earned it. For the time being, he was pleased at the lean nakedness that was revealed once she was stripped. He actually preferred small-breasted women more than most of his male friends, and Nicole's t**s were firm and perky, just the way he liked them. But they also were to be a treat for another time.

Her captor looked her over as she crouched in the van, and then instructed: ‘Very well, naughty girl, I guess you'll do. Now you are to face away from me, spread your legs as wide as possible, and bend over until you can place your palms on the floor.’ Nicole complied, fully aware of what an erotic spectacle she presented with her legs parted and bent so sharply over. And indeed, Rafe felt fiercely aroused himself at the sight of her slender thighs stretched tautly, veeing into a perfectly lovely lightly furred p***y whose lips were now spread widely to reveal the delicate structures they concealed. Her vaginal opening was continuing to leak the fluid it secreted in hopes of a good f*****g, but that was not to be its fate on this occasion. And her tight little anal rosette, which he had briefly glimpsed during her thrashings, especially the wilder ones while she was taking her paddling, was now on full display. He had plans for that secret passage, over time, since in his experience, women who eroticized being spanked almost all also fell within that tiny minority of females who actually enjoyed having challenging attention paid to that orifice. But that also was for later occasions.