To have someone, someone she hardly knew, touching her clit was humiliating, but still it was just what she needed. Because Lillye needed this. There was a hunger deep within her that hurt like a white hot stake piercing her heart. Something stronger than a wish for love, or mere lust. Her deepest self needed to be dominated, to be corrected, to be held with the love and respect that only a dominant can have for his submissive. Master Dylan saw this, and told her to follow him back to the house, just a bit away.

When they got back to the house, he pulled out one of her new padded black chairs with no arms, perfect for an over-the-knee spanking. It was her birthday after all, and what she needed most for a gift was a spanking that would last for days. Sitting, he patted his lap and smiled at her as she crept closer, still afraid. Slowly, slowly, she lay over his knees and he grasped her hands behind her back tightly. Her bottom was white against the tan of her legs, and white from not having been spanked sufficiently, ever, really. Again he spread her legs, but this time without a word, just sliding his hands down her thighs and pushing them apart. As he caressed her pussy lips, already slick with moisture, he told her that this would be the spanking she’d waited for all her life, the one that would start slow, warm up, and then go beyond what she thought she could take. He would keep going because it was what she needed, someone to tell her what was what. Someone to say NO.

He started in on her ass, spanking lightly with a teasing touch. He spread the strokes around evenly, along the undersides and on her thighs, and then on her pussy. A soft pink hue told him he was doing a good job, but she hadn’t struggled much, so he knew that it was time to pick up the pace. He wanted to spank her hard enough that she’d never forget his hand, so that all her dream of submission would be focussed on him. Harder and harder he spanked, until she was squirming around on his lap trying to avoid his hand. But he held her tight and watched the jouncing of her bottom with some delight. He told her that he was good and tired of her being such a tease and a slut, and that from now on she’d be following all his orders with good grace. He kept spanking until there were tears running down her cheeks, and she was begging him to stop. Then he spanked some more, sometimes harder and sometimes softer. Sometimes he rubbed gently to ease her pain, then started in again with renewed determination. It was only when she became tired and couldn’t even fight anymore that he stopped, and kissed her gently on her wet cheek.

Then he slid her off his lap, and helped her kneel in front of him. There was a soft pillow for her knees. Unbuckling his pants, he pulled out his cock, hard and shiny in anticipation. Part of him wanted to slid it into her hot asscheeks, to take her hard and long. But the other part wanted her lips, still wet from the crying to circle around his cock and suck. So, without a word he grabbed her hair and pulled her head down to his cock. Her tongue was warm and soft, and held the head of his cock for a few seconds before she took him deep into her mouth. Butterfly strokes on the underside alternated with flickering kisses on the tip. It was heaven, and when he wanted more he pulled her hair tighter toward him and felt her submit. Her hands cupped his balls, and her tongue slid against them wetly, taking them into her mouth like big gumballs and sucking gently. He wanted to come, but not yet. So he pulled her head up and whispered “now the real punishment begins…”