Her Millionaire Master (7 page)

Then he stopped. “Stand up.” His words were lower than before, a growl more than actual speech. She stood, reaching behind her to gently rub her butt through her clothes. “Take off your skirt.”

Her hands shook as she reached to the side zipper, pulling it down and letting it fall to the floor at her feet. He looked at her appraisingly for a few seconds, then spoke again.

“Your shirt and bra as well, please, Bella.”

She gasped. Why did she have to take her clothes off for a spanking? But the look in his eyes told her to obey, and if she was going to use her safeword, it wouldn’t be for something like this. Slowly, she pulled her tight black shirt up and over her head, dropping it onto the floor by her skirt. When she reached behind her to unfasten her bra, Kane’s eyes darkened and narrowed. She unhooked it and dropped it, too, to the floor.

“Pick them up, Bella,” he said suddenly. “I don’t want a mess on my floor.”

“Yes,” she said, bending at the knees and using one arm to cover her breasts as she knelt to pick them up.

“Don’t cover yourself,” he ordered. “Part of your punishment is humiliation, so I want to be able to see every single inch of your body. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she repeated, slowly moving her arm away from her breasts.

“Better,” he whispered, his words warm and soft on her body. “Now please finish picking up your clothing.”

Bella scooped everything up at once, then deposited it on the coffee table, which was pushed far back from the couch now.

“Good. Now I want you to kneel on the couch, with your upper chest and upper arms on the back of it.”

Clad only in her panties, Bella knelt gingerly on the couch. When she bent over to place her breasts and upper arms on top of the back rest, her bottom stuck out, and she felt her face turn bright red. She was glad Kane couldn’t see it right now.

“Don’t move,” he said, and she heard him walking away from her, then heard a drawer open and close. When he returned he sat on the couch next to her. Unlike her, though, he was sitting normally, not bent over with his ass sticking out. “This,” he said, slapping the paddle he was holding against his other hand, “is handmade from the finest Italian leather. It was designed by a friend of mine, an expert in this field, to produce an exquisite pain for the person being spanked. That’s you, Bella, is it not?”

“It is,” she murmured.

“How do you think this will feel, when I’m using it on your beautiful ass?” With one hand he gently caressed her bottom, which was slightly sore from the hand-spanking she’d already received.

“It will hurt. I think it’s going to hurt.” Her panties were soaking now, despite the fear that had taken hold in her belly. Nobody had ever spanked her before tonight, and certainly not with a gorgeous but scary-looking leather paddle. The spanking part was maybe a foot long, the handle similar to that of a hairbrush. It would be painful. There was no doubt. And still, she was wet and throbbing as she waited for it to begin.

“It will hurt,” he agreed, continuing to rub her ass. “Very much, Bella. It’s a punishment, so it should hurt. Don’t you agree?”

She shut her eyes tight in humiliation. She hated this part, this part where he was making her agree that she should be spanked hard. But she knew it was part of the deal. The arrangement. “Yes, I agree. It should hurt, Kane.”

He got off the couch, and she waited, her whole body lit up with anticipation, for his next move. She could feel him standing next to her, and then he spoke again. “Bella, I want you to ask me to spank you.”

Oh, god
. Could she do it? “Kane,” she whispered, summoning up her courage, “please spank me, Kane.”

“With my hand again, Bella?” he asked, his voice almost playful.

“Um, no, with the leather paddle.”

“Say the whole thing, Bella.”

She took a deep breath. “Kane, please spank me with the leather paddle.”

“Good girl,” he whispered.

She felt one hand on her lower back again. Then she felt the leather paddle as he dragged it over her thighs, then over the flimsy fabric of her panties. She shivered.

“I’d like you to spread your legs, Bella.” Kane’s voice was so low, a rumble almost.

Bella obliged, edging her legs apart, both humiliated and turned on by this indignity.

“Ah, that’s beautiful, but more, please, Bella.”

“Oh,” she moaned, and spread them further. Would he be able to see how wet the crotch of her panties was already? Would he be able to smell her arousal? Or was that part of the punishment, that she be open and spread and on display for him this way? At least she still had panties on, she thought, but it was a small consolation.

“Now lower your shoulders as much as you can and stick your bottom out for me. Ah, yes,” he said as she complied. “I will begin soon, and I want you to stay in this position, do you understand?”

“I understand. Yes,” she whispered.

“Good. Are you ready?”

“Yes.”

For a second there was nothing but sublime anticipation, and then she both heard and felt the smack on her ass, hard, and she cried out, one hand reaching back to rub herself where the paddle had hit.

“Uh, uh, uh. No hands. If you can’t keep yourself restrained, I’ll have to do it for you, Bella. Yes?”

She nodded.

The paddle landed hard in the center of her ass.

“Answer me, Bella.”

“Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, Kane.”

“Good. You’re learning. Now I will begin again. Ah, wait. This,” he said, setting what looked like a very old stopwatch onto the back rest of the couch next to her, “is an antique. A stopwatch I picked up on my travels. Let’s set it to… five minutes, shall we? I will spank you just like this until the stopwatch sounds.” He picked it back up, and Bella could hear him twisting it, then he set it back down so she could hear the ticking as it counted down the time.

Five minutes could go quickly. Or it could take forever. And she knew that this five minutes would be like an infinity.

When he spanked her again she resisted the urge to reach back, but it was hard. The paddle stung, and though he varied the strength of each spank, sometimes spanking her lightly and sometimes so hard it took her breath away, she was having a hard time staying in position.

“It hurts,” she murmured, tears slipping from her eyes. “Kane, it hurts.”

“Good,” he said, his voice even and calm. “It’s supposed to, Bella.”

He kept spanking her, and she jumped with each fall of the leather on her tender skin. Her panties were doing little to protect her bottom, and it hurt more than anything she remembered in her life. Worse, it was loud, the smacking sound surrounding them. The fact that it was her bottom being soundly spanked so loudly made her face turn red, redder than her bottom probably was, she thought, more tears streaming down her face.

When the alarm finally sounded, she was crying hard. Kane stopped immediately, scooping up the stopwatch and putting it into his pocket. “Stay just like that, Bella,” he commanded. “I’m going to give you a short break before the next part.”

Next part
? She couldn’t handle it. She couldn’t. But with that thought came the realization that her panties were now almost uncomfortably wet. Soaking.

She couldn’t see what Kane was doing, but she heard him open the door and then, a few minutes later, the distinct sound of ice cubes clinking in a glass. He was talking on the phone, and she could only hear his end of the conversation.

“Yes. Holdings Industries. I’d like a report for the last three months. Yes.” It was a business discussion she could tell, and the fact that she was bent over the couch, her ass on fire, while he casually talked shop on the phone just added to her humiliation. What would the person on the other end think if he or she could see her like this? What would
anyone
think to see her like this?

Kane continued talking on the phone as he approached her again. She could smell his subtle scent of cologne, clean and spicy, as he idly ran a finger up and down her right ass cheek, over her underwear. Then he walked away again and finally hung up the phone.

“Let’s continue, Bella, shall we?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“I want you to get off the couch and stand in front of me.”

She did, wincing slightly as her butt smarted, then stood in front of him fighting the urge to cover herself up, because she was wearing only her panties now.

His eyes moved up and down over her body, and Bella could see heat in his eyes. Desire. But was it the desire to punish her or to
have
her? What was the difference for him? Where did one stop and the other begin? There was no time to think further about it, though, because he spoke.

“Take off your panties and hand them to me.”

She shut her eyes momentarily in embarrassment. He’d find out how wet she was. She’d thought that maybe, somehow, she could hide that from him. But it would be impossible now. Slowly she slid the fabric down her thighs, stepping out of her black panties. With a shaking hand she held them out to him.

When he took them from her, he raised an eyebrow. “Why, Bella,” he said, “your panties are soaked. Perhaps I wasn’t spanking you hard enough before. Maybe spanking you on the bare will help a bit. Now. Ask me to spank you again, on the bare and with the paddle.”

Bella wanted to protest, but she knew she couldn’t. Summoning up all her courage, she looked into Kane’s eyes. “Kane,” she said, her voice low, “please spank me on my bare bottom with the leather paddle.”

“Should I spank you hard?” he asked, his stern face making it clear what he wanted to hear from her.

“Yes, please. Spank me hard, Kane.”

There it was again. A twitch of a muscle in his jaw. Like he was holding back. And a low, predatory growl. This was turning him on. She knew it, and despite everything, a shock of victory sparked inside her.

“Back over the couch, Bella,” he demanded, and she moved quickly to get in place.

This time when she bent over she was aware of being naked, of the fact that Kane could now see everything, her wet pussy and her ass, which was probably bright red by now.

“Legs spread. Wider, Bella.”

She opened them farther, the air in the room so cool against her wet, wet core.

“Perfect. Let’s see. How many minutes shall we do this time?”

Bella could tell it was a rhetorical question, but her body shook as she waited for his decision.

“I think,” he finally said, “three minutes will be fine.”

“No!” Bella exclaimed. She hadn’t meant to say anything; she knew she wasn’t supposed to. But five minutes on top of her panties had been almost too much. There was no way she could do three on her bare bottom.

“No?” asked Kane. “Well. Maybe you’re right. Let’s make it four, then.”

No
! In her mind, Bella was screaming in argument, but she resisted the urge to say something out loud, because then surely Kane would raise the time to five minutes,
or more
, and she was positive that would be too much.

He set the stopwatch, placing it once more by Bella on the top of the couch back. As it began to tick, she clenched her body in anticipation. Kane stepped back, then rubbed the leather over her sore, sore ass.

“You,” he said, bringing the paddle down hard on her right cheek, “are going to be so red,” he continued, bringing the paddle down hard on her left cheek, “when we are done.” With that he began spanking in earnest. For at least a minute he worked the paddle over her ass, moving it higher and lower and alternating between her right and left side. Sometimes he spanked her, hard, right in the middle.

Bella was crying, her ‘ows’ and ‘ohs’ becoming louder and louder, from mutters to screams, but somehow she managed to stay in position.

After about a minute he slowed down. Now, he spanked her lightly, but in the exact same place, over and over again. At first, it seemed like a relief, the lighter smacks so much easier than the hard ones from before. But soon the stinging built, gathered, until she was clenching her fists and biting her lip, doing everything she could not to move out of position.

She wasn’t sure how long he did that, but he ended the spanking with hard hits once more, searing pain making her alternately clench her teeth and cry out with each one. Finally, the watch buzzed, and Kane, once more, stopped immediately.

This time, Bella was sobbing, her arm where her cheek lay wet from tears. She wanted him to comfort her. To say something. Anything. But he walked away. She could hear him pick up his glass, the ice clinking again. She heard him set it back down on the desk.

Then he was behind her, touching her gently on the shoulder. “You can get up, now, Bella.”

She did, gingerly sitting on the couch, her bottom so sore that even the well-worn leather made it hurt worse.

“You did well, Bella. I was… surprised. Impressed at how well you took your punishment.” He sat next to her. “We’re almost done. Back over my knee now.”

“No,” she whimpered. She couldn’t take any more. It was impossible. But she had to try. Knowing she had a safeword made her braver, made her able to lie back over his lap again. Because she could end it at any point. And she wasn’t there yet.

Without a word, Kane pulled her left leg so it was lying against the couch back. Then he pushed her right leg so it was off his lap, her legs spread wide once more. And once more, her pussy throbbed at his dominance, at how he didn’t even ask permission, just
did
it.

“I’m going to finish with my hand, just like we started,” he said. “Are you ready, Bella?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

When he began, Bella almost brought her legs together tight. Because now Kane wasn’t spanking her ass. He was spanking her on the very highest parts of her thighs, just where they met, right by her wet, wet pussy. Sometimes he smacked the lowest curve of her inner butt, so close to her cunt that she wriggled around in pain, yes, but also pleasure. The spanks were much lighter than before, and her naked clit was rubbing on his pants, and she felt like if he kept doing this much longer she would come. Would he be mad if she did? Certainly an orgasm wasn’t part of a real punishment. But she couldn’t help it, couldn’t help the fact that she could feel his hard dick through his pants, that it made her even hotter to know how much he was enjoying this too.