A Dom's Dilemma (6 page)

“I hate to see it come to this,” he murmured, bringing his hand down again.

“No! Please. I’ll behave. I promise,” she pleaded. “I’m sorry for acting out and disobeying you. Please give me another chance.”

Although the lesson had been light in number, she’d given him the response he required, so he paused. Listening to her sobs, he felt torn. He hadn’t been overly harsh, but he needed to stay firm. And, since he couldn’t let her get away with calling him names, he flattened his hand on her back. “Twenty more for swearin’ and we’re done,” he informed her grimly.

“Oooh. Nooo. I’m sorry. Please don’t. Please stop.”

“Kelly, you’re not listenin’ to me, girl. You deserve much worse than what I’m givin’ you, which means I expect you to do as I say and count out each stroke as you take your punishment. Afterwards, I’ll hear your apology for swearin’ at me the way you did.” When her only response was a whimper, Jim drew back his hand and brought it down with the order, “Count.”

“One.” The word had been strained and tearful, but she’d minded, so he continued. She tried her best to be obedient and hold still as she counted out each stroke he administered, but her bottom started turning a fiery red and by the time he’d reached six, she started wailing and wriggling.

“No squirmin’,” he reminded, “or I’ll start again at one.” She stilled then, but each wrenching sob that tore through her only made him feel worse.

When the last swat was delivered, he pulled her up in his arms and held her while she sobbed against his chest like a broken mechanical doll. They were large, gasping sobs that made her whole body shake. He rubbed her back and tried to soothe her, but when she showed no signs of stopping, he knew he’d have to get firm again to bring her out of it.

“That’s enough!” he barked, and she struggled to draw in a calming breath, but even that didn’t ease her sobbing. If she continued much longer, she’d make herself sick, and he couldn’t allow that. So, he wrapped her up in a tight, compression squeeze until her wracking sobs lessened.

“Even with those last twenty, I didn’t swat you near as hard as I should’ve to cause all this,” he scolded, keeping his tone light, but his hold firm. “You must have an awfully tender butt, girl, because in my world those were mere love taps.” Raising one hand, she clutched his shirt and hung on. It was the first voluntary movement she’d made since he’d finished her punishment, so he eased up on the pressure and rocked her in his arms.

“Shhh. Easy, there. Calm down now. I’m not angry, just disappointed. I don’t like the thought of punishin’ you, Kelly, but you were bein’ a very stubborn and unreasonable little girl.”

“I’m sorry!” she sobbed out again, her face pressed against his shoulder.

Gently rubbing her back in an effort to soothe her, he bent his head low and spoke directly into her ear. “Now, you need to stop this and get hold of yourself girl, or I’ll have to give you another spankin’ to make all these tears you’re spillin’ worthwhile. You’re carryin’ on way too long for the punishment you received. So, what’s wrong?”

The only response Kelly gave Jim was a small hiccup, but her sobs were lessening.

He bent closer, so his lips touched her hair. “Tell me, Kelly. I can’t help if you aren’t honest with me, and your reaction was totally outta line for what was happenin’.”

“I was scared,” she admitted, her breath emerging in little hitches.

“I think you’re lyin’ to me, sub. And I don’t like it one bit. Honesty is a two way street. If you aren’t truthful with me, I can’t trust you. And that’s not a good way for us to begin a relationship, is it?”

“No, Sir,” she agreed with another small hiccup.

“So, are you gonna tell me the truth? Or are you gonna keep maintainin’ all your screamin’ and callin’ me names was only because you’re afraid of me pokin’ your butt?”

“That’s all it was, Sir. Fear.”

“Well, girl, all I can say is you must be a ton of yucks at the doctor’s office.”

CHAPTER FOUR

When Kelly laughed a little at his remark, Jim held her by the chin and wiped away her tears. “I wanna kiss you, Kelly girl, but I don’t think I should reward bratty behavior, do you?”

“No, Sir.”

“No.” He pushed her face against his chest and continued to rock her. “So, tell me. Are you ready to be a good girl for me, and do as you’re told, or do I need to take you over to the spankin’ bench and give you a proper paddlin’?”

“I’ll be good, Sir. I promise,” she replied in a little voice.

“Pleased to hear it. So, here’s what we’re gonna do. I’m gonna take you back to the station, finish my exam, then turn you on your side and give you an enema–”

She immediately jerked into a sitting position on his lap. “No, Sir. Please. I promise I’ll be good. I won’t cause you anymore trouble. I’ll do everything you say, and you won’t need to repeat yourself once. But please don’t punish me like that.”

Jim regarded her carefully. “Who said anythin’ about punishin’ you?”

“You aren’t doing that to teach me a lesson?”

“No, girl. Though it is an exercise in obedience, I’ll grant you, but I don’t punish with medical procedures. That ain’t right.”

“But if I promise to obey from now on, you won’t need to do that to me, right?”

He held her face between his two hands. “Kelly, I expect you to obey no matter what I do. And cleanin’ your bowels out tonight has nothin’ to do with how you behave in the future.”

“But–”

“No,” he said, cutting her off. “I have my reasons for wantin’ to do this, all you have to do is lie down, relax, and allow me to do what I want. That’s it.”

“I don’t think I can, Sir.”

“Why not? Have you ever had an enema before?”

“Yes, Sir. It hurt and I hated it. Please don’t make me do this, Sir. Please–”

“Kelly, do you want to please me?”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, her eyes welling with tears again.

“Now, don’t start. If you want to please me, you’ll do as I say. But if you give me anymore flack, I’m gonna have to get really strict with you, and that’s only gonna make this procedure a whole lot more uncomfortable than it needs to be.”

“But I should be able to have some say in what is done to my body. And forcing me to accept an enema
when I don’t want one
is a gross invasion of my privacy…. Sir.”

He took a deep breath and regarded her steadily. “Kelly, how long have you been in BDSM?”

“Nearly eight years, Sir,” she added hesitantly.

“Eight years?” That surprised him. “Not here though, right? I haven’t seen you with anyone but Kyle, and you weren’t with him for eight years.”

“No, Sir. Not here.”

He nodded. He’d find out more about her history later, right now he had another problem to address. “So tell me. In all your eight years, has a Dom ever asked what
you
wanted to do?”

“No, Sir.”

“No, I bet not. He wouldn’t have been a very good Dom if he had, because none of this is about what you, as a sub,
want
, is it?”

Her voice sounded soft and frightened now. “No, Sir.”

“No, it’s not. It’s about what
I want
and what
you need
. And right now, little girl, I think you need this more than you’re lettin’ on. I’m beginnin’ to suspect there’s a whole lot more goin’ on back there than you’re wantin’ me to find out. So, once I’m done with the cleanin’, I’m gonna take a really good look inside to make sure you aren’t keepin’ secrets from me.”

“I’m not, Sir. Really, I’m not.”

“It pleases me to hear that, but it’s not gonna change my mind. Now, either you settle down, and do as I say, or use your safe word and I take you home. Which is it?”

Her lower lip trembling, she hesitated for a moment. “I’ll do as you say, Sir,” she murmured, relenting finally. However, she looked so forlorn saying it that he leaned forward to give her a kiss.

“It won’t be that bad, Kelly girl. I promise. And if you do as you’re told, with no more fuss, you’ll get a nice long cuddle with lots of kisses and praise afterwards.”

“How long?” she asked, looking doubtful.

“As long as you need, darlin’. And, as a reward, I’ll tell you anythin’ you want to know about me as we sit together, though I’ll want to know lots about you, too. It’ll be a regular party peppered with lots of lovin’ affection.”

She glanced down at her clenched fingers. “I really don’t want to do this, Sir.”

“I know you don’t, darlin’. Believe me I can tell this is gonna be difficult for you.” He laid a hand over hers, and gave her fingers a gentle squeeze. “But Kelly, doin’ this will show me just how serious you are about wantin’ to be my sub. And it will make me very proud of you for doin’ as I ask, even though it’s somethin’ you detest.” When she nodded in response, he tapped her nose. “That’s not a proper response, young lady. You’ve been in BDSM long enough to know that.”

“Yes, Sir,” she answered a little sullenly.

“So, are we a ‘go’ then?”

“Well, Sir, I wouldn’t say we’re full steam ahead, exactly. More like a ‘proceed with caution,’ I think.”

He chuckled, then kissed her until she relaxed against him in total submission. “It’ll be a ‘proceed with extreme care,’ darlin’, and lots of it, I promise.” With that, he lifted her up and carried her back to the station.

* * * *

Though the spanking hurt, and she was still a little sore, Kelly thought the cuddling Master James gave her afterwards did much to alleviate her discomfort. Except he wasn’t giving her a lot of leeway in the area of choices. He intended to probe and test every part of her, whether she wanted him to or not. And he clearly didn’t tolerate resistance of any kind.

Kelly wasn’t lying when she told him she’d had an enema before and it hurt. The activity had been a BDSM punishment. Mike, the Dom who administered the purging, filled the bag with soap and crushed ice as a lesson for her to never swear at him again. Then, because both of them knew she wouldn’t be able to hold the fluid in on her own, he jammed an extra-large butt plug into her afterwards to ensure she didn’t embarrass him. The moment she started cramping, he checked his watch, gave a click of his tongue and informed her she’d have to wait at least a half hour before he’d consider letting her go.

Intense pain ripped through Kelly’s gut, until she screamed so loud Mike ball gagged her. Though BDSM medical stations weren’t intended for private, intimate sessions, the station in that club was an open theater. Since Mike had restrained her butt up and head down, he left her exposed on the medical table with the enema nozzle followed by the punishment plug visible to all who enjoyed watching a tied and muffled sub struggle through pain. Though humiliated beyond words, Kelly still refused to safe word, which made the other Doms reluctant to intervene.

By the time she was sobbing so hard she couldn’t breathe, one of the kinder Doms approached Mike and ordered him to end the scene. The club didn’t employ monitors, but some Doms unofficially assumed the role with personal strength and attitude as their only authority. Mike, being strong and well-built himself, challenged the command by asking if she’d safeworded. When the Dom admitted she hadn’t, Mike shrugged and told the other man to mind his own business. This was his scene, and it would play out the way he wanted.

Finally Mike grew bored, so he removed the plug and gag then informed Kelly she’d have to use a bedpan. Mortified by the thought, Kelly cried so vigorously she nearly made a mess on the table, but Mike just gave her a swat and ordered her to get to it before he decided she needed another enema to learn her lesson. Luckily for Kelly, Mike didn’t enjoy medical scenes and considered them “too messy,” so she only had to endure the one procedure, but that experience was bad enough to make her never want a repeat, for any reason. And she never swore at Mike again.

Even though the enema left Kelly nauseated, Mike didn’t coddle or offer palliatives, since he preferred to play rather than spend time soothing or petting. So, after insisting she clean up after herself, he grabbed Kelly by the arm and escorted her to their next scene, which involved pony play. An activity she liked even less than medical scenes.

She didn’t think Jim would ever hurt or humiliate her so cruelly, but because of what Mike eventually did to her, Kelly couldn’t stand anyone touching her back entrance, which made all anal activity a hard limit for her. Unwilling to answer the many questions such an admission would bring, she normally sidestepped a Dom’s interest through redirection. However, eluding tactics were doomed to fail with Master James.

Kelly knew he suspected someone had hurt her, but she wasn’t even close to being ready to tell him about Mike, yet.

Ashamed when people asked her why she’d stayed three years with a Dom who’d abused her, she couldn’t bear it if Jim looked at her that way. Problem was, she believed Mike loved and cared for her, until she discovered everything she knew about him was wrong. He didn’t care for her, he just used her to feed his own perversions. All he cared about was his pride, and that she made him look good. Eventually, he’d hurt her so badly, she’d had to run away simply to survive, and the mere memory of those weeks still raised goose bumps along her arms.

So, when Master James put her back on the examination table and told her he intended to start where they left off, Kelly begged him once again not to restrain her.

He leaned down to kiss her and said, “Problem is, sub, after your last display, I can’t trust you to hold still when I ask you to. But this won’t take long, and I’ll be real gentle, I promise. It’ll be over before you know it.”

Kelly doubted it, but she didn’t argue. After Masters James and George secured her, the way they had earlier, Master James gave her another kiss. Straightening, he motioned Master George to take a position near her head as he moved to stand between her legs again and put on his gloves.

“All right, Kelly. I need you to bear down, darlin’. Can you do that for me?”

With a tearful nod, Kelly squinted her eyes shut and obeyed. She heard his softly-spoken praise as his finger slid into her. She didn’t mean to jerk, but even that gentle intrusion caused every muscle in her body to tense.