My Russian Master (Service & Submission Book 3) (12 page)

God, it had been years since she’d been spanked. Her belly did that funny flipping thing it always did but this time her clit throbbed too. That had never happened before. She rubbed her thighs together, her labia brushing against the bundle of nerves, ramping up her arousal. She wondered if she should change her mind. Back out now, while she still could. Sure, she fantasized about it, even masturbated to those fantasies — many times. But even she knew that living out those fantasies might be something she wasn’t ready for.

She looked down at his hands again. Large. Even though her ass was way too big, his hand would cover one cheek easily. Could she handle this? Could she be spanked by this mountain of a man and not shout or, God forbid, cry?

She lifted her gaze to his beautiful chocolate eyes, unable to stop the impulse to run her hand over his shiny scalp.

God, is there anything sexier than a man with a shaved head?

Her sex clenched as he gave her that lazy one-sided grin, resting the palm of his hand on her hip, his fingers squeezing her ass gently. “What was that for? You like my bald head?”

“Yes. I do.” She brushed her palm lightly over it, leaning forward to place a kiss on the smooth skin. “Sorry… I shouldn’t have done that.”

“No need to be sorry,
myshka
. I am glad you like it.”

“What does
meesh-kah
mean?”

“It means ‘little mouse.’ We say it to women or children that we care about because they are cute and adorable. Are you trying to distract me?” He quirked an eyebrow at her. “Because it might be working.”

“No. I just wanted to know what it means and I just had to touch your head. But I can continue if it’s working.” She giggled at him. “I think this might be more fun.”

“Bad girl. You do
not
touch me or do anything unless you are ordered to do it during a punishment. Come, do as I said. Dress up.” He let go of her hand, waiting for her compliance.

He’s a Master, he’s done this many, many times. He won’t hurt me—well, not really.

She was an adult. She had agreed to this. This is what she’d wanted for a long time. So why was she still so anxious?

Reaching for the hem of her red dress, she inched the material up her legs, revealing her black stockings to his gaze, pausing when it reached her upper thighs.

“All the way. I add extras for taking too long to obey. And those will be with my belt.”

Caroline quickly pulled her dress up to her waist. The belt he had on today was wide and thick. She’d do her best to avoid any encounters with that.

“Nice. Very nice, Caro. The thigh-high stockings can stay on. I love this red thong—”

He brushed his finger over the front of her panties. “—and are those mini buttons in a vertical row above your pussy?”

She closed her eyes, suddenly wishing she were anywhere but in this kitchen with her panties showing and her dress hiked up to her waist. “Y-Yes. I thought they were… cute.”

“Oh, they are that. And sexy as fuck.” His finger traced the line of buttons, stopping at her clit and pressing firmly on that little button too. Her hips bucked, and she lost her grip on her dress, letting it fall. “Uh-uh, keep that dress up. I am still playing with all your buttons.”

He met her gaze, his eyes glazed over with arousal. Sneaking a peek downward, a large bulge was quite visible at the crotch of his dress pants. Somehow, it comforted her to see he was excited too, and deep down it pleased her that her body and panties turned him on. It had been a while since she felt like her body would arouse anyone.

“I am forgetting that the bad girl needs her spanking. Nice distraction though.” He tapped her panties. “Time for these to come down.”

She knew her cue, putting her hands at the waistband, but before she could pull them down, he gently brushed her hands away. “
Nyet
. That is my job. You only do as you are told! Clear? You hold your dress up high.” He pushed her hands up higher, exposing more of her belly.

He slid down the little line of buttons to her clit again, then back up running his forefinger along the elastic waistband, following the length, following the string enveloped between her plump, soft ass. She gasped, and he smiled up at her. His hands returned to the waistband of her thong, lightly stroking little circles on the inside of her hips. Then he hooked his thumbs into the elastic, pulling it down.
Slowly
. Painfully slowly. She couldn’t hold back the moan of embarrassment as the cool air brushed the warm juices on her pussy. Her sex shamelessly clenched on nothing but her arousal, her hips thrusting forward.

“Steady, girl,” his deep voice rumbled, as he watched her pussy come into view. He let the thong glide down her silky stocking-clad legs until it puddled at her feet. “Step out of it.”

Pulling her feet out of the tangle of fabric, she toed it aside. Maxim scooped it up, placing it on the table. He then leaned back, pushing his chair a few inches further away from her. He stared at her pussy for a long moment, then slowly raised his gaze up her belly and breasts until he met her eyes.

“Are you embarrassed, Caroleena?”

Mortified would be more like it. “Yes, Sir.”

He nodded, dropping his gaze to her pussy once more. He looked at it intently, as if studying its every line and contour. She struggled to keep her dress up above her waist, wanting to let it drop, even just a little bit.

He growled deep in his chest, nodding, his eyes not leaving her exposed sex. “Feeling vulnerable and nervous is a good thing for you. You enjoy making people feel this way at work. It does not feel good when it is you, no?”

“No, Sir. It feels awful.” Against her will, she felt the tears stinging behind her eyes. She would fight them though. She hated weakness.

“Mmmm.”

That was all he said, the Russian simply sitting there, gazing upon her proffered flesh. She couldn’t watch his face, didn’t want to know his reaction to what he was looking at. She struggled to not shift her weight on her feet. She’d be damned though if she showed him the mortification she felt. She stared intently at the marbled tile floor.

“Turn.” His low, rumbling voice vibrated through her core. It didn’t even sound like a word at first. She swallowed. He didn’t mean... he couldn’t mean for her to stand with her ass to him!

I’ll die. I can’t. I won’t
.

“Now.” He whispered it, but it affected her more than if he’d shouted the word.

Her heart started to race, but she pivoted, a shrill whine escaping her lips.

“Keep your dress up.”

Stillness.

He didn’t speak a word from behind her, and now she was robbed of even the chance to read his expression. Would she see a look of disgust? Would he be turned on even more than he already was? Or maybe he wouldn’t be affected at all?

A finger lightly traced the top edge of her thigh-highs. “These are nice, Caro. I like these on your long legs. He lightly stroked the underside of her bottom, stopping briefly to glide the finger up the crevice of her buttocks. “You have the greatest ass. This is an ass a young man dreams of. Hell, even a very old man would dream of an ass like this.”

“Oh, God.” Involuntarily, she clenched her buttocks. “It’s too big.”

“Not to me, it is not. It is perfect backside. I’m going to make sure it stays this way too.” Squeezing a cheek, he lifted it, her flesh wobbling mortifyingly as he let it fall. Unable to contain her shame, she whined aloud.

“First though, we spank it. Come, turn around.”

She spun to face him, and despite her silent cursing of her weakness, her eyes were welled with tears. She suddenly felt small and a little afraid. It had been a long time. Maybe she couldn’t do this after all? Even if it had been her fantasy to be spanked by the man with the whip on the video, perhaps she’d chicken out when faced with the reality of what that fantasy-come-to-life really meant?

“You are a big girl. You can handle this. No more tears. It is not a big spanking today, just a taste of a bad girl spanking. Next time though will be harder.” He pulled her to stand by his side, slowly helping her over his lap. “Hands on the floor, or on the chair. No hands come back to stop me, or feet coming up. Those give you extras. No swearing. That is extra too. Extras are with my belt. Clear?”

“Yes, Sir.” These were familiar rules, but as an adult, she swore more than she did as a teenager. It would require more restraint than she feared she was capable of.

He patted her bottom lightly and then he gave her two very hard, crisp slaps that had her screeching.

Holy shit!

If he continued to spank this hard, she’d be sobbing by the time they reached the first ten.

“Ow! Fuck! Not so damn hard!” She looked over her shoulder at him, frowning at him so he’d be sure of her feelings in regard to those two swats.

“
Nyet!
No swearing. You were warned. That’s one extra with my belt and if you swear again, I take your bra and shirt off.”

Fuck!

She’d observed that belt in action on the website, and if her eyes weren’t betraying her, it looked very much like the one that had been used on Viktoria’s poor ass. And she most definitely didn’t want to expose her breasts to him during a spanking.

She dropped her head, staring at the floor. “Sorry,” she mumbled quietly.

“Louder.” He slapped her bottom hard. Resting his hand on her already stinging flesh.

“Sorry, Sir.”

“Very nice, Caro. Apology accepted. We continue now.” He tucked her up to his body and then proceeded to swat her bottom, not as hard as the first two swats, but enough that after a few she couldn’t hold still any longer. He didn’t scold, but he didn’t let up on her, either. Just like his videos, he slapped her at a pace that was faster than she would’ve liked, but she knew it was of no concern to him what she preferred in a punishment.

The unrelenting, searing strikes were already pushing her toward tears, but she wasn’t going to allow herself to go there. Not today. Not with Maxim. She’d already teared up once already that day and she didn’t want to even think of crying in front of him.

She twisted her hips, trying to avoid the spanks but he held her so tightly she couldn’t move at all.

Damn him!

She kicked her feet up not to cover her bottom — she remembered that was against the rules — but lifting them enough that if she really needed to she might be able to knock his hands out of the way.

“Oh! This hurts. I’ve learned, okay? Really. Can we stop? Please!”

This is fucking ridiculous. Christ, this shit is really hurting now! Fantasy Land is over. It’s not fun anymore.

Pulling her feet up she tucked them over her injured flesh. “Caroleena Leigh, you were told to keep them down!” He pushed them roughly to the floor.

“Will you talk to staff better from now on, Caro?” His finger poked her in the back.

“Yes.”

He didn’t respond, but after a few seconds he swatted her bottom once more. “Only yes?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Better. You will wear your camera for few weeks more, and answer to me when you get home for any misbehavior.”

She groaned. This was looking to be a long few weeks indeed. Reducing not only calories, but also sugar, coffee —plus the added torture of working out. And now, she’d have to be friendly to everyone too?

Fuck.

This would be rougher than she initially thought.

Oh crap, he just said something. Oh shit!

He began spanking her again, much harder this time, each blow an explosion of scalding heat upon her bottom. Bucking her hips to thwart the strikes didn’t help, and she began to keen with each hard smack, panic taking hold of her, her voice breaking. Finally, she surrendered to those tears, the loud sounds of her punishment interspersed with her pitiful weeping.

She pulled her feet up to protect herself, only to receive a swat so hard on her sit spot that it took her breath away.

“No feet! That is three extras now. Put them down. Now!” She pushed her toes onto the hard tile floor, bouncing on her toes, her cries rising to tight shrieks, the thought of that thick, wide belt hitting her ass more than she wanted to think about right now.

He continued, slaps raining down at a pace so fast that her whole world became consumed with the pain, the blazing heat of her punished bottom, all other sensation fading into the background.

And this is just a ‘taste of a bad girl spanking.’ What the fuck?

Suddenly he stopped, bringing her torture to an end, the intensity of her pain blurring her awareness of her surroundings. She quietly cried, trying to gather her resolve. The low rumble of his voice could be heard somewhere above her, but she couldn’t make out the words.

She knew just from watching the videos that he spanked hard. How many times had her clit throbbed as she wished it were her bottom he was punishing? Well, that fantasy just got thrown out the window. The man’s hands felt every bit as hard as any paddle. She wished he’d stop rubbing her ass; it hurt more than it helped. But at this point, she’d be damned if she’d tell him that.