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Story: Where There's a Will
“There we are, all taut and ready for me. You’re probably used to being bent over before you’re plugged, yes? This’ll be a new experience, accepting a too-large plug while standing spreadeagle.”
“It will, Master.”
“JustSirfor now. You won’t call me Master unless we have a document declaring me your owner.”
He held two plugs up, one with a skinny neck and a huge bulb, the other with a huge bulb and a fat neck. I was only used to plugs with a fat neck that held me wide open.
“Tell me the different purposes for these.”
“I don’t know, Sir.”
He held the kind I’m used to a little higher and said, “Mostly a training tool for those anally inexperienced, in my opinion, or for punishment, or just when you want to make a statement.” He held the other up. “This one weighs two pounds, so you have to squeeze around it to keep it in. I much prefer this one on a daily basis, so you’re extra-tight when I fuck your ass.” He tossed it up and caught it. “It’s big enough around though, it makes a statement when it goes in.”
He walked behind me where I couldn’t see him. Even if I wanted to turn to look, I wasn’t sure I could, but common sense told me it would be bad to try.
“I’m using olive oil for lube since you’re sensitive to chemicals. It’s a stainless-steel plug, so no worries about latex or plastic.”
And then the cool steel was against my rectum, and Will ordered me to relax in a no-nonsense tone. He pushed hard at first, and then let up once it was in and spreading me. I held my breath to keep from squealing because the stretch was intense, and then it was suddenly inside, and I squeezed around it with all I had because I didn’t want to lose it right away.
It was huge inside me, making me feel like I needed to shit, and yet, I could barely feel it at my opening, and probably wouldn’t be able to feel it at all once it was body temperature.
A sharp smack to my left butt cheek, and the sound to accompany it.
“When you face the door, you can’t see what I get from the wall, but I put you with your back to the door so you can see where everything comes from, so you’ll know where things go tomorrow morning.”
I watched Will, still fully clothed, walk to the wall and take down the paddle I’d said interested me. He returned to my side and asked, “Shall we start with one hundred today? No, I think two hundred and fifty, with the first fifty a warmup.” He stepped behind me. “That was rhetorical. I don’t expect an answer.”
He gave me ten strikes all at once, but they weren’t bad. A little sting, but these were warm-up strikes so it was a good sting. He stepped to the other side and gave me ten more, back to my right side and gave me fifteen more, and then to my left side for another fifteen.
His cool hand touched my rapidly-warming butt. The left side, then the right. He stepped in front of me and looked me over from head to toe, and then back up. Once again, those brilliant blue eyes made me melt. This man could do whatever he wanted so long as he stopped and looked at me every once in a while.
“Okay, batches of twenty-five for a while, and maybe for the rest of them. We’ll see how it goes.”
If the warm-up strikes were a three or four on a scale of ten, these were an eight. I was yelping and fruitlessly trying to dance almost right away, and I let a couple of almost-screams out before he changed to the other side and immediately started again with barely a pause between.
I was outright screaming when he finished with the second batch, my ass on fire and blazing with heat — and he stepped in front of me and kissed me for the first time, his lips opening mine with a fierceness I hadn’t expected, his hand holding the lower part of the back of my head so I couldn’t move it at all. His tongue invaded, and I tried to dance our tongues together as much as possible, but this man dominated the kiss so it was a penetration, a violation, and I had no choice but to submit, which is what I most wanted to do anyway, so I opened wide and accepted whatever he wanted to do.
“Good boy,” he said when he finally brought the kiss to a close. “Do you know why I move from your left to your right, back and forth?”
I gave a tiny shake of my head, and he kissed my forehead. “It’s like a mini workout for my arms and shoulders, and it won’t do to give one side more of a workout than the other. Balance is important to me, but I won’t always give it to you. So, even though I’ll be moving back and forth for your next one hundred and fifty strikes, you won’t be given the same treatment.”
I had no idea what he meant, but I didn’t ask for clarification since I assumed I’d figure it out.
Sure enough, just a few strikes in and I realized what he meant. Before, he’d struck my right cheek five times and then my left cheek five times, but now, he struck my left cheek every damned time, until it was fiery hot and the other side was completely neglected.
When he changed sides, he still aimed for my left cheek, over and over and over and over. I was bound in such a way so I couldn’t move to the side any at all to try to put the other side of my ass in line for the paddle.
Fifty more strikes, and when he switched sides, he said, “Tell me your safewords again, Davy.”
“Redto stop andyellowto warn I’m close to my pain limit, but a warning doesn’t require a stop, Sir.”
“This is just pain though, right? No damage. It’s a reasonable position with a safe paddle on a part of your body designed for spanking.”
“It is, Sir.”
“Excellent.”
If he hadn’t pointed that out, it’s possible I’d have screamed outyellowbefore he finished the licks, but he was right — it just hurt. I wasn’t being injured.
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