sierra
“When we’re finished tonight, I’m going to bring you to Alta,” Steven murmured, his hand on my lower back while guiding me through the crowd of people at Radiant.
I hadn’t expected there to be this many people here between Christmas and New Year’s Eve, but people were horny.
“Won’t it be too late?” I asked.
“They’ll stay open for me,” he murmured. “Besides, I have a surprise for you.”
“A surprise?” I asked, eyes growing wide. “Really? What is it?”
“Ah, love, do you need to freshen up on what the word surprise means?” He chuckled, albeit a bit nervously, and loosened his tie a smidgen. Then, he cleared his throat and gently captured my chin in his hand, eyes glinting. “You’ll get it if you’re good for me tonight, okay?”
With the heat gathering inside my core, I pressed my thighs together and nodded. Nerves bubbled inside my belly at the thought of what I would have to do tonight. I had told Steven that I wanted a discipline class—mainly to fulfill his needs.
“Is tonight’s class still Discipline 101?” I asked.
Another chuckle left Steven’s mouth, this one more relaxed. “You really want to be punished, don’t you?”
I pressed my lips together, averted my gaze, and nodded. “Yes.”
While I might’ve been nervous, it was definitely because I wanted to be able to fulfill him completely and not because I was scared with what these punishments were going to be and how hard he’d make them … kinda.
After we walked into class together, Steven rummaged through the closet for some tools he’d punish me with while I sat at a desk, nervous as hell. Other students began filling the seats around me, and I couldn’t swallow the fact that I … that I …
Didn’t really want to do this.
At least not in front of everyone else. What if I started crying? What if Steven pushed me past my limits and I had to use the safeword? That would be beyond embarrassing, not only because the class would be watching, but also because I would have let him down.
And I couldn’t do that.
“There are many forms of punishment that you can give your partner or, if you’re in a BDSM relationship, your submissive,” Steven said, starting the class, his gaze on the other students and not on me. “Mental punishment, restrictive punishment, orgasm control, lectures, chores, and more. But today, I’ll demonstrate bondage, paired with physical punishment.”
Once his gaze traveled to me, he nodded to the front of the class. I slipped out of my seat, nerves zipping through my entire body. I couldn’t back down now. I had asked for this, and I had to take it, no matter how hard he gave it.
“Remove your clothes, Miss Monroe,” he said.
When my clothes were off completely, he fastened my arms to chains that dangled from the ceiling and then placed a bar between my ankles to keep them spread, so I stood in an X position in front of the entire class.
“Are you ready?” he asked, moving in front of me and tucking some hair behind my ear.
“Yes.”
“Are you sure?” he continued, giving me a chance to back down.
But I refused. I would show him that I could be his submissive.
“I’m sure.”
Steven cleared his throat and headed to the main table that had all his tools of punishment spread out on it. I swallowed hard and glanced nervously from each one, wondering how hard he’d use them on me.
After Steven explained almost all of them to the class, he picked up the last one, which I didn’t recognize. “This is an electric shock rod. It doesn’t need to be used as punishment, but it will provide a slight shock to your partner.”
A shock?
Steven is going to shock me?
He placed it down. “We’ll use this toward the end of class.”
The first toy he picked up was the crop.
“You can use this on many parts of the body, as the end is not as stiff as a paddle,” he said, the flimsy side of it lying across his palm. He placed it against my belly and gently drew it up the center of my body to my face.
When the end met my cheek, he lightly tapped it, as if to get me used to the sensation. I stared up at him, pussy aching as a small smile creeped across my lips. This didn’t seem too bad, to be honest.
All I was nervous about now was that electric shock rod.
He tapped it again, harder, against my cheek. I bit back a moan, the pleasure beginning to fill my body, and let him do it once more. I tried to pull my legs together, but the spreader bar around my ankles forced me to keep my legs apart.
Once more, he moved the crop further down my body and snapped it against my breasts, leaving a light pink mark. His eyes lit up with excitement as pleasure gushed between my legs. This was exactly what he liked, wasn’t it?
Again. And again.
Then, he moved the crop further down, tracing my inner thighs. He pulled it a couple of inches away from my skin, then smacked it against my clit. I threw my head back and moaned, the sensation like nothing I’d felt before.
“This doesn’t seem too much like a punishment,” Steven hummed, placing down the toy.
After picking up the flogger that had thick black leather strands attached to it, he stood behind me and gestured toward the class. “You need to be a good distance away from your partner so the tails of the flogger don’t whip around and smack her in front of her body. You should be connecting with her thighs or backside, like this …”
Suddenly, he whipped the flogger through the air and smacked it against my ass, not hard, but not softly either. I winced but took the smack easily. He paused for a moment, his gaze lifting to the side of my face.
“I suggest staying away from the kidney and spinal column area,” he continued.
Another smack, this one a bit harder.
“Count for me, Miss Monroe.”
“One,” I said.
He smacked it against my ass again.
“Two.”
Another smack, and heat began coursing through my body.
“Three.”
He grabbed my chin from behind. “Good girl.”
After setting down the toy, he picked up the next one—a paddle.
I wrapped my hands around the chains to brace myself for the pain. He stood behind me and smacked me harder than he had with the flogger. I yelped and jumped up in pain as my ass began stinging from the sensation.
When I didn’t say my safeword, he smacked me again and again in repeated succession. I gripped the chains even harder, my legs beginning to shake and my knees wobbly. He didn’t stop until my ass was hot and throbbing. Then, he placed it down on the table.
There was only one toy left, which was the electric shock rod.
And while everything up until now had been bearable, I stood with my wrists bound to chains that hung from the ceiling and my legs spread in complete fear. I had basically begged him for punishment, and now … now, I was scared.
Scared that I wouldn’t be able to take the shocks.
Scared that he’d leave me because I wasn’t good enough.
I had never been shocked like this before. How would it feel?
“It is completely safe to use as long as you’re using it correctly,” Steven said, picking up the electric shock rod and placing it a couple of centimeters from his forearm.
The shock echoed around the room. While he didn’t flinch, I did, and he hadn’t even touched me with it.
After giving the class a basic rundown on how to use the shock rod and then reiterating that they should consult a mentor before using the shock rod themselves, he walked over to me and smiled softly.
“Are you ready for your punishment, love?” he murmured in my ear.
“Yes,” I said without showing any kind of fear.
He moved behind me and gently placed one hand on my shoulder, and then my ass stung. I yelped and leaped into the air, heart pounding and backside aching already.
I squeezed my eyes closed, the pain not subsiding.
Another shock, and I whimpered again.
“If I’m hurting you, safeword,” he said, suddenly at my side instead of behind me.
I stared at him through teary eyes and shook my head, refusing to let the word leave my lips. I had asked him for this class to show him that I could handle anything that he wanted to do to me, not to safeword in the middle of it and embarrass myself.
“I’m fine, Professor Patton,” I forced myself to say.
“Sierra …”
“Please continue,” I said. “Or did you stop because you don’t have it in you to—”
He zapped me again. Tears wavered in my eyes.
Fuck, that hurt.
I dropped my head so nobody could see the pain written all over my face. While he stood behind me and couldn’t see my expression either way, he stiffened, his breath hitching against my bare shoulder.
Is this it? Is this really what he enjoys? How will I be able to handle this forever? It hurts worse than anything else has.
When I showed no sign of backing down or saying my safeword, even though my body ached and my heart pounded so loudly inside my chest that I could hear it in my ears, Steven zapped me again.
My legs wobbled as a stray tear ran down my cheek.
“Stand up tall, Sierra, and take your punishment like a good girl.”
While my knees were faltering, I did my best to stand up straight. This was what he wanted, so I had to give it to him. I had to do this for him, so he’d want me just as much as I wanted him. So he’d choose me to be part of his family because we both had nobody.
Three strong zaps came in quick succession, and I cried out in pain.
“Unicorn!” My knees gave out for good, and I hung by my wrists from the restraints, tears running down my cheeks and sobs tumbling out of my mouth faster than I could stop them. “Unicorn! Unicorn! Unicorn!”