Why You May Not Say That Word

"Stick your damn ass up in the air, Chris. NOW! As high as it will go. Present your ass to be paddled, slave. I mean it!" I tried the best I could, and finally got my butt high enough that Rebecca, apparently, was satisfied.

Rebecca was behind me. I tried my best to hold this position. Suddenly, I felt the paddle against my butt, on my right butt cheek. Rebecca was just holding it there, letting it rest against my skin. She left it there for several seconds, then she rubbed it against my buttock, around in little circles, then back and forth. Then she held it against my cheek more firmly, for maybe ten, maybe twenty seconds. I was scared. Whatever was going to happen, I wished it would just happen.

I waited. I pressed my eyes closed, tight, and winced in anticipation. This sort of thing was also what I'd spent so much time fantasizing about, and yes I was horny, but the desire was all mixed up with my fear, my mind going a million miles a minute and a pit in my stomach. I was more erect than ever. I waited some more. Everything seemed super quiet.

Without warning, the paddle lifted from my butt cheek, then came almost instantly down on it again with a loud CRACK and a jolt of pain like I hadn't imagined. Mouth closed, I winced loudly, then groaned into nearly a full sob. Suddenly, I was terrified. Just how severely did Rebecca intend to beat me?

I flinched when I felt the paddle again, resting on the exact same spot. Deep breath, holding it. This time, only a few seconds later, another CRACCCKK! and an even more painful shock searing through my right buttock, the bone beneath, and my leg. I screamed, whined, nearly cried. Horrendous pain; this hurt bad, and all I could think was it hurts it hurts it HURTS! No time to think anyway, because the paddle again rested so very briefly on the exact same spot, barely tapping it, then tapped it again, and again, and again, little taps, then CRRRRACCCKK!!!! A swat so bad I started crying, and couldn't help but fall out of position, slipping off the side of the table in pain, fear and panic.

"Back in position. Right now."

I worked myself into position the best I could, feeling Rebecca's hands positioning me the rest of the way. "Ass up and OUT for a paddling, Chris!"

Quick, shallow little breaths. Oh god it hurt, but I could do this. I could take it. Pressing my ass up, making an effort at this just for it to be smacked painfully, a deep feeling of surrender overtook me. If anything was submission, this was it. A wave of anticipation, nervous energy, humiliation and desire overtook me. I was embarrassed to be spanked, but proud that I could take it.

A few more taps and another loud crack, and the pain roared back to all-I-can-take. Mercifully, Rebecca moved to the left cheek. Again, she just held the paddle there at first, but when she finally raised it then came down hard on my left buttock with a CRRRACCKK!!! it was just as shocking as the first blow. Again, she held the paddle against the same spot on my left cheek. I was holding in more tears. Little short breaths from my mouth complemented little taps of the paddle against my left ass cheek. When the actual CRAAACCKKKK! came, I screamed quickly.

"I'm enduring this for Rebecca, because I disobeyed her," I reminded myself. "This is what submission feels like," I reminded myself. It helped, the feeling of being owned and controlled by Rebecca turning my pain into an erotic desire to submit even more.

The terrifying taps gave way to one more CRAAACCK! as I felt the deep painful throb deep in my ass, and gasped. Finally, Rebecca walked to the chair and sat down.

I can't remember how much time passed between the end of my paddling and the time when the paddle was pressed into my face. Rebecca's voice was gentle now, still demanding but no longer angry.

"Kiss the paddle, Chris. Kiss it and thank me for my discipline."

"This shouldn't be easy," I thought, considering the pain I was in. Nevertheless, I wanted to do this. I wanted so much to show Rebecca that I accepted my punishment, that I knew my place. I puckered, and gave it a lingering kiss, then spoke into the paddle.

"Thank you for your discipline, Miss Rebecca." I was surprised to hear my voice, shaky and meek. My erection, which had partially faded in the midst of the pain, came roaring back.

I felt Rebecca's hand on my wrist, leading me up off the table, telling me to come with her. Still aching, I followed her to a corner of the room.

"Stand in this corner, Chris. I want you standing on your tiptoes until I leave, in an hour or so. If you fall, stand back up again on your toes. This will hurt. You're still being punished, Chris."

Hands folded behind my back, I pressed myself up onto my toes. This would indeed hurt. I wasn't looking forward to it, but was sort of thankful for another opportunity to submit.

"No leaning on the wall. After I leave, you can stand flat on your feet. But you stay in the corner the rest of the night, until morning. Until sunrise. You're being punished until then. Am I clear?"

"Yes, Miss Rebecca," I breathed.

Rebecca very softly grabbed my aching ass, and the pain intensified. I squealed a little. She didn't let go. Instead, she leaned in close to my ear.

"Your punishments will always be harsh, Chris. You're a good slave. You're a very good slave. I'm going to make sure that you stay that way. I'm never going to let you fail."

With that, Rebecca let go, and walked to the kitchen.