“Corner. Now.”

I sniffed, righted myself, and stood facing the corner in His office. My ass was on fire and I knew good and well that I’d have some bruising. I didn’t care. I wanted this. I wanted more.

I didn’t know how long I stood, my fingers pressed against the wall, but i sure as shooting knew I wasn’t going to move until I heard the words.

“Do not look at me, but go directly to the bedroom. Straddle the corner of the bed then lie down. Make sure your legs are spread wide.”

I did as he said, or as well as I could. I wasn’t 100% sure of the position he had described, but my job was to interpret as best as I could, accept what he gave me, not to ask questions, and to only speak when questioned or to use my safeword.

He quickly followed me into the room. I wasn’t quite in the right position, so he pushed down on my neck, adjusting me.

“Good. Now. You will use your left hand to get yourself off. I know it’s an uncomfortable position, but this is training,” he told me. “You will learn to come by my hand or any other I consent to. You will learn to come even if you are uncomfortable or in a moderate amount of pain.”

I whimpered and slid my hand downward. I was already wet. He had already trained me to get wet simply by the sound of his voice. I could no longer hear THAT tone in his voice and not get wet. I had also come once during my spanking, just as he trained me.

I pinched my clit between my thumb and forefinger, sliding my other three into my tunnel. He pressed my head down onto the mattress.

“Keep going.”

I did. And I came. I was both proud and humiliated. Proud that I accomplished his directive; humiliated that I was again sobbing.

“Well done,” he crooned and loosened his grip on my head. “Scooch up onto the bed now, ass in the air.”

Panting, I did and listened as he undressed. He spread my marked cheeks and inserted a very cold, ginger laced lube into my anus. I whimpered again as the cold/heat penetrated. I knew I had to be practically dripping juices onto the mattress. Thank goodness I had just purchased and put on a waterproof cover over it!

“How’s that ass feeling now?”

“Well used, Sir.”

“Good. It’s going to used. I’m not putting my cock in there with the ginger, but that doesn’t mean it will go empty.”

With quick efficiency, Sir inserted a long string of silicone beads of graduating size into my anus. Then, he entered my pussy.

“That’s it. You’re enjoying this, aren’t you slut?”

I gasped, focused only on the pleasure of his cock.

He slapped my stinging ass cheek a dozen times in quick succession.

“Yes! Sir, I am enjoying this!” I screeched.

In and out he thrust. My senses confused. I could no longer tell the difference between pain and pleasure, discomfort and sensuality, hot and cold. I just felt HIM.

I closed my eyes and screamed my pleasure amid an onslaught of more sharp slaps to my ass. I would definitely have bruising for several days! The thought made me come harder.

Sir shouted my name then released his cum deep inside of me. When he held me in his arms, he murmured softly, “Don’t think for a moment I’ve forgotten those beads in your ass. I put them there and I will take them out when I’m ready. In the meantime, every move you make will remind you that you are mine.”

I sighed happily, snuggled closer, and closed my eyes.