fifty-shades-of-grey

“Will you do it again?”“No.”“I will spank you each time you do it, do you understand?”Very slowly, he pulls down my sweatpants. Oh, how demeaning is this, demeaning andscary and hot. He’s making such a meal of this. My heart is in my mouth. I can barelybreathe. Shit, is this going to hurt?He places his hand on my naked behind, softly fondling me, stroking round and roundwith his flat palm. And then his hand is no longer there… and he hits me – hard. Ow! Myeyes spring open in response to the pain, and I try to rise, but his hand moves between myshoulder blades keeping me down. He caresses me again where he’s hit me, and his breathing’schanged – it’s louder, harsher. He hits me again and again, quickly in succession.Holy fuck it hurts. I make no sound, my face screwed up against the pain. I try and wriggleaway from the blows – spurred on by adrenaline spiking and coursing through my body.“Keep still,” he growls. “Or I’ll spank you for longer.”He’s rubbing me now, and the blow follows. A rhythmic pattern emerges, caress,fondle, slap hard. I have to concentrate to handle this pain. My mind empties as I endeavorto absorb the grueling sensation. He doesn’t hit me in the same place twice in succession– he’s spreading the pain.“Aargh!” I cry out on the tenth slap – and I’m unaware that I have been mentally countingthe blows.“I’m just getting warmed up.”He hits me again then he strokes me softly. The combination of the hard stinging blowand his gentle caress is so mind numbing. He hits me again… this is getting harder to take.My face hurts, it’s screwed up so tight. He strokes me gently and then the blow comes. Icry out again.“No one to hear you, baby, just me.”And he hits me again and again. From somewhere deep inside, I want to beg him tostop. But I don’t. I don’t want to give him the satisfaction. He continues the unrelentingrhythm. I cry out six more times. Eighteen slaps in total. My body is singing, singing fromhis merciless assault.“Enough,” he breathes hoarsely. “Well done, Anastasia. Now I’m going to fuck you.”He caresses my behind gently, and it burns as he strokes me round and round anddown. Suddenly, he inserts two fingers inside me, taking me completely by surprise. Igasp, this new assault breaking through the numbness around my brain.“Feel this. See how much your body likes this, Anastasia. You’re soaking just for me.”There is awe in his voice. He moves his fingers, in and out in quick succession.I groan, no surely not, and then his fingers are gone… and I’m left wanting.“Next time, I will get you to count. Now where’s that condom?”He reaches beside him for the condom and lifts me gently, pushing me face down ontothe bed. I hear the sound of his zipper and the rip of the foil. He drags my sweatpants offand then guides me into a kneeling position, gently caressing my now very sore behind.“I’m going to take you now. You can come,” he murmurs.What? Like I have a choice.