She heard
the crack of the first slap and then felt the sharp shock of the impact a
moment after his hand made contact with her flesh. Every muscle in her body jolted in response
to the smack, but there was no immediate pain - the sting arrived a few seconds
later and burned red and hot. She had
never been spanked before, it was sharper, hotter and more erotic than she
could ever have imagined.
Dorian
held her tight and pressing his left hand down between her shoulder blades he
restricted her movement. The second
smack he gave her was different as the connection made was now between her
flaming flesh and his hand, and it hurt – a lot. She wriggled to escape, but it was useless,
she could not move. A combination of the
third slap, his power over her and inability to resist him, hardened her
nipples, Carla was astonished, she had not expected to be aroused by this, but
she was. Her buttocks were smouldering
and not just from the spanking, she could feel the blaze of desire travel
inside her and alight every inch of her body.
Dorian
stopped after the third and took his hands off her. She relaxed and allowed her head to flop
forward, her nose was now against his leg and she inhaled deeply, taking his
scent into her lungs. She felt the
rhythm of his body all around her as he breathed, it soothed her and she felt
totally safe and completely happy.
“Good
girl, now open your legs,” he commanded.
She did
as he bid and the naked flesh of her legs rubbed against the warm denim of his
jeans. She could feel his thighs, tight
and hard against her body, as they held the weight of her without effort or
strain.
She held
her breath in anticipation as her body ached for his touch and the return of
his hands. Her mind was empty and she
did not move a single muscle as she waited to see what would happen next. It was pure bliss when his cool fingers made
contact with the hot flesh of her buttocks and he gently stroked her, tracing
the outlines of his handprints with his fingertips.
“Now, my
pretty little muse, what shall I do with you now?” It was a rhetorical question and Carla knew
not to answer. Her desire for him now
was so strong, that she bit her bottom lip to prevent any sounds falling from
her mouth. She dare not distract him
from his thoughts or desires.
“You are
a pure delight to me, Carla Smith,” Dorian rasped.
She could not help but smile, she
was giddy that she pleased him.
“Tell me,
have you ever been spanked like this before?” he asked.
She shook
her head.
“That is
such a shame. It must be agony to be one
thing and have to pretend to be another.”
He cleared his throat, “Tell me, do you want me to do it again?” he
asked.
She bit her lip and hardly daring
to verbalise the admission to herself, she nodded.
“Good, I
will look forward to that delight with pleasure. Now get up,” he instructed. Taking his hands from her, he sat back and
created a space for her to move.
Placing
her feet on the firmly on the floor, Carla uncurled her body and stood. Her legs were shaky and her buttocks
throbbed, but she found the pain exquisite, it was hers and he had given it to
her, this was his gift to her. She
lowered her head and stood beside the bed, instinct told her not to move.
She saw
Dorian rise from the bed and heard him saunter over to the camera.
“Now, get
on the bed and lay on your back,” he commanded from behind her.
Shuffling
forward Carla placed her knees on the mattress where they sank into its
luxurious depths, it was so soft that she had to use her hands to help herself
crawl to the middle of the bed. On
reaching her destination she flopped over onto her back and her buttocks burned
as they made contact with the duvet. The
underside of the canopy above her was red, blood red and in the centre was a
large metal loop, fastened by a thick bolt drilled through the heavy wooden
tester above. The crimson fabric tufted
in the centre of the bed and fell towards each of the corners, where another
loop similar to that in the centre of the canvas was fixed to the top of each
of the four bedposts.
“Close
your eyes,” he ordered. “I’m going to
record everything. Every movement and
every sound, I don’t want to miss any of this.”
The
canopy disappeared as she lowered her lids and although it was sweltering an
icy shiver ran down her spine. Alone on
the bed she felt isolated and vulnerable.
She listened for Dorian, and could hear him moving, he was on the right
side of the bed, down near her feet.
“Now
don’t move unless I tell you to,” he said.
Your leg, give it to me.” His
voice, although gentle was resolute and she knew that these were more than
requests. They were orders.
As soon
as she had spied the scarves she had known what was in store for her, yet
somehow now that it was happening, a small part of her wanted it to stop. Something deep inside her needed to resist
and be overcome. Only Dorian had ever
made her feel this way, he had somehow uncovered an erotic darkness within her
that she was as yet, too afraid to face.
She yearned to surrender to him completely but she had to decide this
very instant – ‘Did she really trust the
person who was about to tie her to a bed, a man she had only met the two days
before?’
Carla
stretched out her right leg. Dorian’s
hand grabbed her ankle and tenderly yet firmly he pulled her leg to where he
wanted it. She knew he was looking at
her as she lay there naked on the bed and although her eyes were closed, she
felt so self-conscious and embarrassed that she longed to hide her face under
her hands. She did not move. Dorian had not told her to.
She felt
the scarf brush against her foot, it was light and tickled her toes, yet she
did not flinch. Holding her breath she
focused totally on Dorian, his breathing was raspy and shallow and he sounded
excited. Securing his grip on her, he
wound the scarf around her ankle twice, knotted it tight and lifting her leg
off the mattress, Dorian tied her leg to the bedpost.
“Right,
now the other leg,” he ordered as he moved around the foot of the bed to the
left post.