"You don't follow directions very well"

There was nothing about her room in Aphrodite's Inn that stood out to Emma. For being the top ranked sex retreat this side of the Mississippi, it was rather bland with its soft tan walls, fake dark wood floor, and those all too common paintings of flowers and birds that all hotels seemed to possess. The bed was large, soft in a way that had her melting into it. And she’d begrudge that the little kitchenette was nice and the oversize soaking bathtub was truly the centerpiece.

Nothing about this place screamed Dick’d Down Fantasy like she’d been advertised.

“You’re not there for the decor,” her friend Charity had laughed through the phone. “Besides, you’re not going to be paying much attention to your room for long.”

She’d ended the call, wondering once more why she’d allowed Charity to convince her of this. Of course, she knew why – four years in a dedicated relationship with a Mormon boy who’s idea of a wild night consisted of her giving him a blowjob had left her feeling rather wanting. Oh the excess she’d made, the forced smile she’d put on her face when he finished and laid down beside her, oh so proud of himself. How long had it been since she’d had an orgasm – one that was not of her own making.

Emma fingered the stack of papers that resided on the desk. The welcome pamphlet was rather plain, just a series of text reminding her to enjoy herself and to remember that safety was their highest concern – after her pleasure that was. The note was sealed with a set of red lipstick marks. Underneath, was the contract she recalled signing when she’d made this reservation.

Welcome to Aphrodite's Inn, where your pleasure is our pleasure to give. Relax, unwind, and allow us to make your night one you shall not forget.

1. This sexual Consent Form “Consent Agreement” is made between the parties Aphrodite's Inn “Proposer” and Emma Chinning “Consenter”.

2. WHEREAS, the Proposer and Consenter are to engage in a sexual experience meant to push the limits of Consenter’s sexual pleasure in a safe and secured environment. Activities (see attachment two) have been agreed upon prior to service date.

Consenter has agreed to the sexual fantasy they have selected, and as such will abide by the rules presented to them. Consenter will not be punished for using his/her safe word Red Light, and is instructed to use said word should the experience become too much to handle and/or Consenter becomes uncomfortable with a particular sexual activity.

3. The Consenter has requested the services of Proposer, and has made his/her body available to the Proposer for the date of 16th September 2025, to last from check in to check out. Sexual activities shall occur at a time discretionary to Proposer, and both parties have consented to the prior list of activities.

4. This Consent Agreement may be terminated by either party, at any time during the period of consent agreed upon by mutual written consent of both the Proposer and the Consenter. The safety and comfort of Consenter is of the highest regards, and use of the safe word Red Light, will immediately halt all activities.

Proposer’s Signature: Aphrodite's Inn

Consenter’s Signature: Emma Chinning

Her gaze roamed over the document, reading the list of activities written. She looked over the second page, the one which detailed the “fantasy” that she had signed up for. It hadn’t been her cup of tea when presented to her. Charity had chosen the same package a few months prior after she’d found her boyfriend had hooked up with a series of college girls on what he’d deemed a business trip. She’d sworn by it, suggesting rather bluntly that this was exactly what Emma needed to get herself out of her orgasm rut.

Who was she to protest, when her best friend had informed her that she was buying Emma the package for her birthday, all she had to do was show up and enjoy herself. Now here she was, in a rather plain hotel room, with the remains of her Chinese takeout in the fridge, and the slight trepidation of what exactly will happen when that front door opened.

The waiting was what was getting to her. She was here till check out, with very little to do aside from waiting. Her gaze went to the door. It was locked. She doubted that would really change anything.

Deciding that she might as well enjoy that glorious tub in the meantime, Emma slipped into the bathroom. She caught sight of herself in the mirror, frowning at the image. Straight brown curtains of hair hung around her face and draped over her shoulders in a rather boring manner. Her sun toasted face had broken out in a few places. Her black and green stripped sweater was comfy, but the threadbare hems of the sleeves really showed its age. She looked rather plain. It was something that Emma had never bothered to care for – her ex had liked her low maintenance appearance, until he’d gone and knocked up a ten-ten Barbie doll.

A yellow note of the mirror drew her attention from herself. Wear something nice for me

A shiver touched her spine as she swore she heard movement outside of her room. Several moments pass, and when the hotel room remained silent around her, Emma tugged her clothes off. Goosebumps dotted her skin as she slipped her fingers into the hem of her underwear and shimmied out of them.

“Wear something hot” Charity had instructed as she’d dug through Emma’s clothes for her long forgotten black laced set. “You’ll thank me for it.”

Of course, Emma had drawn the line at her friend picking lingerie for her to wear; deciding the two hour drive was worthy of her well trusted sports bra and matching blue cheeky. There was a nagging in the back of her mind that she regretted wearing such mundane undergarments, but she’s always enjoyed comfort over presentation. Probably why she stayed in such a draining relationship, she thought bitterly.

Steam billowed through the bathroom as the tub filled up with hot water. She threw a cap full of bubble mix under the facet, watching with a sense of amusement as the white bubbles expanded. Her ex had hated her love of baths, calling the various color of bath bombs, her towering bubbles and the glittery salt across the tub, childish and wasteful.

Lighting a desert scented candle and resting her book on the ledge, Emma gingerly stepped a foot into the water. It was hot, the way the best of baths should be. Lowering herself under the water and stack of bubbles, she let a groan escape her lips. The tub was huge, large enough for two people to rest within, so she had no problem stretching out and allowing her breasts to become submerged. She fully submerged herself once, remaining under for a moment, before coming back up for air.

She laid her head back, squinting at another note tapped high on the wall. Wait for me.

That same penmanship looked down on her, taunting her for the night that was to come. She’d been here for three hours already, dinning on sweat and sour chicken and watching the reruns on the TV. It was nearly ten o’clock last she checked. She wondered how long of a wait she would have.

Picking her book up, Emma returned to where she’d left off. It was a rather poorly written romance, concerning a young author and her mysterious, most likely dangerous, bookstore owner boyfriend. Where it lacked in plot and character depth, she’d allow that it made up for it where the fucking was concerned. Toying the page between her fingers, Emma bit her lower lip as she man in her novel pressed the woman against the shelf, scattering books in their wake.

She flipped the page, dragging her free hand down her chest. Her hands cupped her breasts, rolling the pulsing nipple between her fingers. She dug her fingers into her flesh, the same as they did in the novel. Pleasure danced through her spine as her nails left half-mooned indents against her skin. As the author was rammed against a hard wooden desk, and the bookstore owner went to his knees to press his face within her arousal, Emma dunked her hand into the warm tub and found her own sense of pleasure.

She moved her finger slowly, working her clit in soft circles. The pleasure coursing through her body was growing, and as a moan escaped from her lips, she failed to hear the door to the hotel being unlocked. Her pattern against her clit grew faster, a fingers hooking within her folds elating her center. She found herself closing her eyes, setting the book down as the characters climaxed within each other. She was not finished.

With her second hand now free, Emma reached into the water, cupping herself as her fingers burrowed within her. She knew the place to hit – so many nights left unfinished and still wanting had forced her to learn her own placements of pleasure. She bit her lip, groaning through her teeth as her fingers continued their search.

She remembered the detectable shower head set up on the tub’s faucet, wondering which of the settings would be the one to take her over the edge. Eyes fluttering open, she expected to see the foggy bathroom empty, sans herself. Instead, a man stood over her.

A man who was looking down at her with irritation written across his handsome face. His thin lips were tightly pressed into a frown, his brown eyes holding a hardness to them, and his jaw clinched tight under the light mess of stubble. He looked down at her like she was a child caught with their hand in a cookie jar – as her fingers within herself stopped moving, she guessed she kind of was.

The air between them was heavy. For a moment, Emma forgot the experience she’d signed up for. She forgot about the contract, and the package detailing a night with ‘an ill-tempted lover’. She was a woman, sitting naked and defenseless in a water filled tub, while this man in his blue jeans and long-sleeved button up looked down at her like he intended her harm.

Her heart was thumping fast. Her brain was screaming her her to run. Her fingers were urging her to continue their search.

As she sat in that tub, too unsure to move, the man moved towards her. He was quick, wrapping his large hand around her throat. He tightened his hold on her, not enough to hurt or block her airway, but enough to let her know she was not to move. She was already in trouble, that was a sense she’d picked up on, and he was making it clear that she would find herself in more to come.

His jaw brushed against her ear and when he spoke, his voice was like cigars smoke and velvet. “I thought I made it clear, you were to wait for me.”

Her gaze flickered to the note on the wall.

His grip tightened as he nibbled at her ear. “That was strike number two.”

She wanted to ask what the first strike was, but her words could not come to her. Sensing her curiosity, his gaze went to the clothes on the floor. “I asked you to wear something nice for me. You failed on that front as well.”

Charity had warned her to wear the nice lace lingerie she’d had forgotten in the back of her closet. As he shook his head at her, she found herself growing red under his admonishments.

“You don’t follow directions very well, do you Emma.” He still held her tight, his other hand roaming to grab the tub facet. He turned the water back on, letting it run over his hand, before he took the detachable shower head off the holder and brought it towards them. “I can assure you, after tonight you won’t have that problem anymore. Give me your hands.”

She hesitated; partially from fear, but mainly because the feeling of folds pulsating around her fingers was far too pleasurable. Not wishing to make more trouble for herself, she removed her hands from under the bubbles. He released his hold on her neck, taking both her wrists within his own and yanking them over her head. They pressed against the cold tile wall.

Without further warning, he dropped the nozzle under the water, pressing it firmly against her throbbing clit. The sensation was instant. Whatever setting it was on, was indeed the one that would push her over the edge. The fresh water rushing out of the shower head was hot, bringing warmth back to the chilled bath. The hardest jet slammed against her pearl, sending quivers racing up her spine.

A gasp tore through her lips. She made an attempt to curl into herself, finding his strong grip on her wrists keeping her stationary. As he pressed the nozzle against her most delicate skin, he stretched his hand to dig his fingers into the brown hair that grew around her mound. He held her firm, pressing her down as the water pulsated against her.

“Don’t cum. I want you to restrain yourself.”

His words were faint in her ear. All she could focus on was the throbbing between her legs as the jet of water continued to lash out at her. She tried to speak, but as his finger began to rub against her skin, she found only a moan escaping her lips. He withdrew the jet from her clit, sliding it down slowly so that it struck against her folds.

The feeling of the jet was harsh against her skin. It struck the place between her vagina and anus, pounding away at skin which very rarely took this kind of abuse. He pressed the hard nozzle against her fully, the stream of water biting away at the tight enclosure of her anus. A scream broke through her moans as the strange sensation turned from pain to pleasure.

The grip on her wrists was gone, but his command to keep them there forced her to not move. One hand holding the nozzle, the man’s second hand plunged into the water. As the jet beat at her taint, he explored her bush. His fingers dug into her hair, tugging as he slid her deeper into the water. Her breasts bobbed freely as she was now laying with her chin just a hairs above the water’s edge. Those exploring fingers found her clit, giving it a tug before being buried deep within her.

“You have such a tight cunt.” Each word was spoken with a slamming of his fingers deeper inside her. As the water jet continued to lash at her and his fingers brought a heat within her, Emma found herself cuming. She howled, bringing her hand to cup her own breast as the orgasm ripple through her body.

God, she thought, she’d never cum like that. Not in any relationship, and not even by herself. As the ripples of pleasure passed through her body, the man took his hand from inside her. He turned the shower head off. Delirious pleasure flowered through her bloodstream. As the stars cleared from her eyes, she looked at this strange man who’d given her such an amazing gift, only to find his gaze growing even harder.

“What-” she only got the first word out before his tightened his fingers within her hair.

“Hold your breath,” and a second given to follow that instructions, Emma found herself being shoved under the water. Her heart rate spiked and a part of her feared that this was all some sort of cruel set up – that this man wasn’t going to let her leave this place. But no sooner did he shove her under, did he bring her back up. She gasped, hand going to where he kept his gripped tightly within her hair.

“That’s strike number three.” His words were even harsher. It took Emma a second to remember the request he had made, and how she had so quickly done the opposite by cuming all over his hand. “I guess I’m just going to have to teach you a little lesson in following instructions. Do you want to get out of the tub on your own, or do I need to drag you out?”

That fear coursed through her body once more. As the pure ecstasy of the orgasm left her feeling slightly drained, the adrenaline of this man’s tempter reignited the warmth between her legs. She looked at him, wondering how much trouble she had already found herself in, and how much greater that trouble would be if she continued to sit in this tub like a lost little puppy.

“On my own.” Her voice was meek, throat raw from the screams he’d already ripped from her. Satisfied by her answer, the man let go of her hair and stood. He watched her with that tight expression, clearing waiting for her to remove herself from the tub to strike again at her. Emma noticed as she carefully picked herself up and clambered out, that the knees of his jeans were wet.

Shivers ran down her spine as the cold air brushed against her skin. She stood their naked, water and soap bubbled trailing down her quivering legs. She felt far too seen beneath his gaze. Her arm went to cover her breasts, while her other she placed over her mound as a way to shield herself. He smacked her hands way, the sharp stinging sensation causing more of a startled yelp than one of pain.

“I expect to see you,” he demanded, stepping towards her. There was a fever to his gaze, like a fire left too long to burn. His hand went to her wet hair, tugging softly to lift her face to his. “You’ve disobeyed me quite enough tonight, don’t you think.”

When she didn’t know what to say, he tugged on her hair tighter. Emma’s head was drug back, forcing her to stare directing into those starting eyes. “When I address you, you are to say Yes Sir or No Sir. Do you understand?”

Emma was a quick learner, despite what he was implying. “Yes, sir.”

“Good. She does know how to listen. Now, I will repeat myself only once. You’ve disobeyed me tonight.”

“Yes, sir.”

His grip on her hair remained as he began to massage a finger against her skull. She was moaning, despite herself. “That’s something I cannot allow. Naughty girls like yourself aren’t deserving of pleasure, are they?”

She bit her lip, unable to distinguish the wetness between her legs as bathwater or her own arousal. “I guess not.”

He tightened his grip on her hair, leading her across the bathroom and towards the sink counter. He let her go, spinning and shoving her. Emma braced herself against the cold marble counter. As he stood behind her, using his heavy hand to lower her so that her chest rested against the counter, he used his other to tightly grip her bottom. He slapped her once, the hand print appearing and disappearing against her tanned skin.

She made to stand up in shock, but he pushed her back down. Her breasts were tightly pressed against the solid surface. As she tried to squirm, her hardened nipples were dragged uncomfortably across the cold surface. Her sex pressed against the marble, sending chills down her already shaky legs.

“What did we just discuss.” There was an amusement to his voice. “Answer correctly. Do naughty girls like yourself deserve pleasure?”

She wiggled under his grip, water soaked ass bouncing with the movements. What a sight she must me. “No, sir.”

His hand gripped her orbs, nails biting her flesh as he dragged them across. “And what do naughty girls deserve?”

Her face grew hot and red at the question. She raised her gaze, catching the slightest glance of them in the mirror. He towered over her, and as she watched him unbutton the cuffs of his sleeves and roll them up, she found herself rubbing her vulva against the counter’s edge. He noticed her slight movements, and to her disappointment, forced her to take a step back – the new position left her still folded against the counter, but her ass raised just slightly in the air. She was even more exposed – even more at his mercy.

Biting back her embarrassment, she accepted what he wanted to hear and answered, “a spanking.”

A quick smirk pulled at his lips. He trailed a hand over her cheek. “Yes, that is correct. And tell me, are you going to be a good little girl and take your punishment.”

Her gaze went to the little poster sitting next to the soap dispenser. Remember Your Safe Word. Don’t Feel Ashamed To Use It. Safety Is Most Important.

She ran the words over in her head. This was something entirely new for her. Her ex had refused to provide this for her, declaring that it was highly inappropriate for a woman to be into such things. Considering the roughest he’d ever gotten with her was slightly twisting her tit, she shouldn’t have been surprised by his disgust.

This man standing over her was watching her patiently. One hand was resting in the belt loop of his pants – her mind made note of the thick brown belt he wore – while the other was caressing her ass like it was a delicate fruit. She gritted her teeth, swallowing the fear that raced down her spine and gave into the sensation that was sending her cunt into pure vibrations.

“Yes, sir.”

He nodded, repositioning her as he liked with her ass angled up and her legs spread. She brought her gaze to the mirror, watching as he inspected the canvas he was about to slathered in red. Emma watched as he brought his hand up, and found that she did not wish to watch further as his hand came crashing against her flesh.

The pain was instant, shooting up her spine and forcing her to clench her toes. She felt the shudder as the second impact landed in much the same place. There was pain, like that of a biting burn, before it faded to allow a pleasurable tingle to overtake her skin. She’d truly never experienced such a contrasting sensation before, and as he peppered smack after hard smack against her aching backside, Emma found herself lowering her forehead onto the counter, savoring each oncoming sting.

Smack!

“OW”

The sound of flesh assaulting flesh was greeted with her chocked groan. Emma’s eyes were tightly closed, not wishing to catch a glimpse of the assault upon her exposed ass in the mirror.

She bit her lip, trying to suppress the sounds that bounced within her throat. The hits were raining down heavy upon her, spread across her skin with little concern to the imprint. He struck hard, slamming his open palm down in the motion only to bring up upwards on the same cheek, sending the ripples of pain scattering through her flesh.

The hand pressed against her spine kept her tightly in place. She wiggled against his hold, her body doing everything it could to try and escape the punishment she was allowing to happen. Her half-hearten attempts to escape his blows seemed to amuse him, based on the chuckle he gave. She knew she must be a sight, still dripping bubbles onto the bathroom floor, while her wet and throbbing ass bounced under the skillful direction of his hand.

Smack!

Smack!

Smack!

“FUCK!”

When the next blow landed low, hitting the delicate skin between her thighs, Emma could not suppress the cry she made. He did not wait, allowing three more hits to occupy the space. That burning was growing intense – not just the one spread across her ass, but the one growing inside her quivering vulva.

As if sensing the pleasure building within her, the man swung upward, slamming a cupped hand against the delicate folds of her labia. The pain was blinding. The force of the impact brought her to her toes, and she crashed against the hard marble counter. He did hesitate before swinging upwards again and again, leaving a wetness to his hands as he withdrew them.

Under the sound of her labored breathing, Emma was sure she heard a faint sucking sound. She dared look into the mirror quick enough to see the man sliding his hand between her dripping folds, before bringing it to his lips to suck the juice off.

He caught her gaze in the mirror and smirked heavily at her before slamming his hand back across her ass. "You are so hot and wet for me right now. If I wasn't mistaken, I'd think you liked this? Is that true?"

Emma was breathing heavy, completely ruptured by the sensations coursing through her. She couldn't find her words, merely nodding vigorously.

"Use your words," he chastised her, before swinging his palm to send her ass into another spiral of pain.

"Yes sir!"

Another smack. Another chuckle from him. "Yes sir, what?"

The heat grew on her face. She refused to look at him in the mirror any longer. "Yes sir. I like this."

His hand landed once more across the fold of her ass cheeks, cutting across the stinging bruises with a heavier than he'd managed prior, before that embrace rested there.

Despite the on-slaughter he had rained down upon her, his touch now was gentle. He ran his hand over her throbbing ass, massaging away at the bruises she suspected would already be forming. As his caressed her, Emma found her body moving into his touch, arching her spine so that his hand might nudge into her folds and give her the release she was craving. Dear god, did she need a release, lest she explode one the spot. His fingers brushed against her labia, and she pressed herself against his hand. One of his digits slid along her ridges, tickling at the sensitive skin.

The man chuckled, slapping one more heavy blow onto her without warning. The shock sent Emma once more against the counter, arms shaky as she kept herself up as much as she could. Her nipples ached with the friction.

“I would say you’d learned your lesson,” he spoke as he dug his fingers into the fire that rested under her skin. “But that little display would say otherwise. Do you agree with me? Have you learned your lesson or not?”

She didn’t know what she wanted to answer.

On one hand, she was already craving for his hand to punish her flesh again. The blinding burning sensation had faded, leaving a tingling under her skin that she wished to keep alive. On the other hand, she hadn’t forgotten the feeling of his fingers inside of her and she wanted nothing more than to have herself wrapped around his penis and pressing it as deep inside her as she could.

Not getting the answer fast enough, he dug his nails into her stinging flesh. Emma had to close her eyes, hissing as the confusing feelings rushed between her legs.

He removed his hand from her back, but not the one cupping at her ass. “I’d say you haven’t learned your lesson. Would be best to be on the safe side here. Rather make sure the message is loud and clear, then have you thinking you can get away with such antics.”

She wanted to protest. She wanted to agree with him. She wanted to beg him to do all of this and worst to her.

“I will give you a choice,” he spoke slowly, with a care to his tone that made her feel safe – despite the imposing and violent manner he’d been treating her with. “I’m not quite done punishing you, but you’ve been such a good girl, that you can choose how this goes from here. Answer if you understand.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good.” He was petting her head now, and dear God was Emma fawning at the feeling. His touch was so gentle as he carded her damp hair. “We can remain in the bathroom with you bent over the counter as such, or we can go to the bedroom where you will either be bent over my lap and or the bed. Which do you prefer?”

“The bedroom, sir.” There was no question on that. The marble was unforgiving against her torso as she’d been banged against it. Her breasts were sore from rubbing back and forth on such an unforgiving surface.

“Good. Now, the next question. You’re become quite familiar with my hand, but you’ve proven that just my hand isn’t going to get my point across. So, you can either finish with fifteen from the paddle, or my belt for ten.”

She didn’t know what the paddle looked like, but she’d already seen his belt. It was a think material, hard brown leather and clearly made to leave its mark. The decision sat on her, and as she answered, she knew she’d set herself up for quite the ordeal, but didn’t regret her choice.

“Your belt… Sir.”

He was smiling down, petting her head in approval. “Not the choice I expected, but I guess you’re eager to learn your lesson.”

He withdrew his hand, reaching to take her by the fold of her elbow. She didn’t resist as he forced her to stand and marched her out of the bathroom. He dragged her along, each quick step shifting the pain in her ass further down her legs. A prickle of tears clouded the corners of her gaze but she managed to dry them off as he brought her to the desk chair.

He sat, leaving her standing there before him. She resisted the urge to try covering her naked frame, and bounced slightly on the balls of her feet to try and shake off the throbbing coursing through her backside. The consent form sat just behind him, as the man patted his knee in expectation.

“Well. Are you going to put yourself across my knee, or am I going to have to drag you? You won’t like what happens if its the latter. I promise you that.”

Emma bit at her lip as she looked at his lap. His jeans were stretched tight against his legs, and the bulging member residing within seemed rather eager to burst out and join them. She licked her lips, wondering what that cock looked like under all that fabric. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, and she found the muscles in his arms to be rather intimating. She’d already felt the force of his impact, but seeing the strength that was about to rain down on her once more, caused her to step back slightly.

He noticed her moment of hesitation, and the tightness of his jaw faded. He stopped patting his knee, roaming his gaze over her with an experience of someone who truly did this for a living. “If you need to stop-”

She didn’t let him finish, making up her mind and placing herself across his lap. She felt even more exposed, the cold air of the hotel room rushing to put a chill over her throbbing vulva. She shuddered as goosebumps pricked across bruising skin. As he spread her legs, she found herself gripping at the damp leg of his pants for support.

He smacked her the moment she was steady. The impact was hard, sending her rocking forward, only for him to shift his leg and bring her right back into the next crashing hit. He continued the pace he’d created in the bathroom, trailing smack after smack across her trembling ass cheeks.

Emma failed to keep her noises down. As his hand struck the top of her thighs, she let a scream rupture forward. The sting within her ass was a full burn and she made no effect to deny his affect on her.

He picked a spot on her orbs, placing two heavy blows upon it, before sliding further down her cheek. When he reached the sensitive area where her thighs meet her ass, he peppered several blows against the skin, before starting his climb up her other cheek. He was methodical as he worked. The pain flowed like a sick river behind his hand. He reached the top, before making his way back down again.

“Please,” she found herself begging as he continued to his reign of terror upon her backside.

When a blow landed between her thighs, and a second landed in much the same spot, she threw a hand back before she could stop herself. The man waited in his blows, instead taking her hand within his own, and securing it firmly into the small of her back.

“Please,” she started to beg once more.

“If you can’t keep still, I will do it for you.”

She felt utterly helpless as he kept her hand in place and continued to throw his slaps against her punished flesh. Unable to stop her body’s instinct to fight back, Emma realized she’d begun to start kicking out her legs - as little help it did. He reacted with a slamming of his palm against the back of her knees, before dragging her legs under his so that she was sandwiched with very little room to move.

“Don’t! I’ll keep still.”

With her legs held firmly, and only one hand left to grip onto his jeans for support, Emma found herself giving in once more to the feelings coursing through her.

Her skin was all but burning away from her bone, but the growing tightness between her legs continued to spur the euphoric sensation down her slip. As she rocked back and forth against the unforgiving fabric of his jeans, she found the dampness under her to be growing into a sopping puddle. She was far beyond what could politely be considered wet. No, Emma was practically gushing like a fountain as this man continued as he pleased.

“Ow! Fucking please!” Nearly every hit against her battered flesh drew a plea for mercy that went ignored.

She knew what would make him stop. It wasn’t the Please. Nor the Stops. Not the repeated begging that she’d learned whatever lesson he wanted of her. No, there were two words that would make this assault end, but as he so diligently painted her skin, she found those words far from her lips.

His hits rocked her forward, and she became even more familiar with the bulge she was pressed against. His cock was straining against his jeans now, and as her skin ground against it, she eagerly wished for him to expose it. The poor thing was clearly struggle to remained contained, and as she wiggled herself over it, she knew he must be just as eager to slot it inside of her as she was.

His hand swung upwards, striking her cunt in a familiar sting.

“Fuck!”

Despite his hold on her, she nearly bolted right out of his lap as the second hit to her most sensitive region landed. Tears blotted at her vision as he placed three more strikes there, like demented and twisted kisses. With the final struck, he kept his hand rested against her folds. He fingered her labia slowly, tickling at the bruised skin that resided under her sopping display of hair.

She collapsed fully into his lap, far too tired from the ordeal to continue to fight him. As he searched through her pubic hair to find the delicate and throbbing pearl within, Emma found herself arching her back to encourage the touch. He chuckled, and unlike last time, he seemed pleased with himself by her natural craving for his touch.

“Now, now, don’t get too ahead of yourself. We aren’t finished here. You need to get on the bed.”

She was reminded of the choice she made and the further thrashing that was coming her way. She decided to beg, knowing it would do nothing for her in the long run. “Can’t I just stay like this, please?”

He pinched her clit, the feeling allotting ripples of pleasure through her body. The way his touch alighted her bruised skin should have made her embarrassed, yet it just left her craving it more. As he massaged her pearl in lazy circles, she dreaded having to remove herself from this position. But if the impact of just his hand could leave her squirming under his embrace, she wondered what the sting of his leather against her skin might ignite.

“You were given a choice, and you made it. Now I expect you to follow through.” He released his grip on her hand and shifted his leg to allow her to escape.

Part of her wanted to act like the petulant child she’d been treated as and refuse to remove herself, but in the short time she’d know this man, she’d learned that would get her nothing but another print across her already bruised flesh. She did as instructed, slowly dragging herself from his lap and turning to face the bed.

She could feel his boot steps behind her; each step a lumbering threat. Wishing to not find herself on his bad side, she made to lower herself over the mattress. He stopped her, spinning her around to face him.

Their faces were close, his resting a mere inch or two over his. For a second, she thought he might kiss her and she craved the feel of his lips against her lips. Craved the feel of those lips against whichever part of her body he was gracious enough to press them upon. Instead of kissing her though, he kept direct eye contact as he unbuckled his belt. Her ears perked up to the sound of the leather sliding against his jean fabric.

She found herself licking her lips as he took one end of the belt and coiled it around his hand. The muscles in his arms pulsed with anticipation. She nearly crumbled as he pushed his sleeves further up his arms.

“On the bed. On your knees.”

She didn’t hesitate this time, turning upon his demand and climbing onto the bedspread. She sunk into it, patchwork quilt being bunched up under her knees and clenched fists. His rough hands grasped her hips, guiding her closer to the edge so that her feet dangled off it. Just as he did in the bathroom, he placed a hand on the small of her back and lowered her so that her ass was presented for him.

God, what a pitiful sight she must be. When his hand moved between her folds, she could feel the stickiness that resided there. A moan escaped her lips as his finger found her clit and tugged at the throbbing piece of flesh. Her back arched further as his hand moved away.

She realized her mistake when the swishing in the air ended with the shattering of pain through her entire frame. She fell forward, only saving herself by landing on her elbows. Emma managed to bite her lower lip to keep the cry from escaping but as the second lash landed upon her, and the third, she found her attempts at silence ending rather quickly.

Emma screamed. Her vision was clouded by tears as the forth strike ran across the full of her ass. The leather was unforgiving, seeming to completely cut through her skin and beat down into her bone. The hits of his hand felt like nothing compared to the sheer volume of pain that she received now.

The fifth hit caressed the curve of her cheeks. She went down on this one, landing with her face in the quilt. Her cries were stiffed the best she could, but she knew the wetness on her cheeks would match the wetness between her legs.

He stopped, placing a hand softly against her aching rear. “Five more. Can you handle them?”

Emma took a second to compose herself. She’d made it this far, and despite the sheer unforgiving pain that coursed through her ass, she wanted to see this to the end. She was enjoying herself. Dear God, it was embarrassing how much she was enjoying this man beating and humiliating her.

She brought herself back to her elbows, forehead still buried in the fabric. “Yes, sir.”

He patted her bruising ass like it was meant to be comforting. “Alright. Count them. I want a sir or they don’t count. Understand?”

“Yes Sir.”

He struck, letting the belt wrap itself completely across her flesh. She buried her face into the fabric, smothering the moan that wished to escape. “One…. One sir.”

Upon her statement, he struck again, landing the blow just below the other. “Two.. sir.”

The third hit and she found herself dropping fully onto her stomach. Fist tight against the fabric she took a moment to say. “Three…”

He waited, not landing another hit. The feeling of the cold air against her skin was just as startling as the blows he landed. When he remained stationary behind her, she realized her mistake. Before she could correct herself, he slammed the belt against the curve of her cheeks.

“Three, sir.” She hoped it was the response he wanted.

“Very good.” He allowed her to remain on her stomach, but dragged her back so that her legs dangled over the edge of the bed.

He moved away for a second. Emma dared not move. The feeling of water against her flesh caused her to buckle further into the quilt. It was cold, and the feeling felt like ice slipping through the fire of her skin. Daring a glance back, she was confused and alarmed by the water he’d covered her rear with. It wasn’t until he struck for the forth time and the pain erupted in a whole new manner did she realize she must have dried off from the bathwater and he intended to make sure her skin stayed nice and wet for her punishment.

“Four, sir!”

She was panting heavy now. She was shaking. She felt her nerves trembling as he moved behind her for the last and final strike. His hands began to explore her ass, as if looking for a place he had not yet marked. Or maybe he was looking for somewhere he’d made himself know so he could leave an even further claim. Whatever he was looking for, he seemed to find it. As his hand left her skin, she closed her eyes and embraced for the impact.

She shattered at the hit, a scream louder than she’d managed prior tearing its way around the walls. She really prayed that these walls were as soundproofed as advertised otherwise the whole hotel would know the state of pain and pleasure she was in. So lost in the way her body ached and trembled, she forgot her count.

A second more passed before he whipped one reminding lash across her flesh. This time she fought to keep her composure and responded weakly with a “five, sir.”

Her shoulders hurt with how heavy her breathing was. He tossed the belt on the bed beside her, and that conflicting feeling was inside her once more – glad that it was over but almost begging for him to go again. Most of all, she was pleased with herself to have made it through this. Pain, oh so blinding and unfamiliar pain, overtook so much of her mind. Yet she could feel that primal part within her pulsating veraciously for him to tear inside of her.

“You took your punishment well.” He was between her legs, spreading them with a delicate hold – nevertheless, the sensation sent a small ripple of pain down her legs. “I must say, I didn’t think you knew how to listen, but you proved me wrong. You were rather good for me. Do you know what Good Girls deserve?”

She buried her face within the quilt, smelling the faint scent of lavender. “No, sir. What do the deserve?”

Instead of replying, he knelt between her spread legs. Heat was restored to her as his warm tongue traced the folds of her labia minora. She could barely suppress the moan as his mouth engulfed her. His tongue explored the bruising he’d placed on her. Emma found herself wiggling in pure ecstasy as his teeth nibbled and pulled at her clit.

“Dear, God.” She moaned, barely able to contain herself as he explored every part of her. His hand gripped her bruised flesh, nails digging deep into it. The ever burning flames pulsated once more, and she closed her eyes to savor the feeling.

One finger slid inside of her before a second followed. They traced themselves around her tunnel, searching for a place of pleasure. Another two fingers entered. She felt herself stretched tight, fearing that he might just try to get his whole hand inside of her. Instead, as he worked the wet flesh inside her, his thumb brushed against her other hole. He toyed at the tight entrance, slipping his digit in there just enough to send her squirming uncontrollably under his touch.

She’d never had someone touch back there, and as most of his fingers continued to dart inside of her, she realized she couldn’t take much more of this.

“I need you,” she began to beg. “Fuck, I need you inside of me.”

He licked his tongue across her fold, lapping up the juices she created. His fingers traced their way down her inner walls. “I am inside of you.”

After everything he had done to her, being sarcastic was the most insulting. “Your dick. I need your dick inside of me.”

He chuckled, removing his fingers from inside her and rising. His nails dragged themselves down her back. “Demanding now, aren’t we. But you’ve been so good for me, I think you’ve earned it.”

She heard the tear of the condom wrapper. After a moment of having no contact on her, his hands returned to grip her waist. She calmed herself, already shaking at just the feel of his tip pressed against her. As he slowly slide himself into her, Emma found herself struggling to keep a hold of herself.

He moved slowly at first, allowing her to adjust to the massive rod that was threatening to spear her. The sensation was instant, pure pleasure encasing every nerve within her body. After a few moments of slow, well placed movement, he slammed his cock into her like a sword coming home to rest.

Emma had heard herself moan before – most often either faking it with her ex or alone in her shower – but these noises were something different. It was almost primal, the sounds she made as he drove himself harder and harder into her. Her ass burned each time his skin slapped into hers, and as he continued to cup each cheek, placing the occasional lazy slap upon them, she found herself wishing for that burn to always remain.

Her grip was incredibly tight in the quilt. She worried she might break a nail or even her finger with how hard she was trying to ground herself. He reached out, taking her damp hair into her hand and tugging her head back.

With another slap against her ass, Emma came. She came harder, and louder than she’d ever done prior. The pulsing feel of his cock within her was like a rod for her cunt to grasp onto. She felt the muscles tightened, trying to devour the object of her pleasure. Her body shook upon the release.

She wanted to scream his name but didn't know what it was. Instead, she just screamed, allowing the climax of this night to be clear on her voice.

As if the very energy was being ripped from her body, she slumped forward. He let loose of her hair, allowing Emma to collapse boneless onto the bed. She could not move. She could barely breath. All she could do was sit in the juices of her own mess, and endure the burning that overtook her ass. She laid there, half aware of the man pulling himself slowly from inside her.

The seconds ticked on as she continued to lay there. The man returned, placing a hand on her back to alert her. “Would you care to clean yourself up, or shall I?”

“You, please.” She found the very idea of cleaning up the mess to be far too tiring.

He was careful as he took a moist towel and cleaned the liquid between her legs. The feeling of dampness and his hand against her bruised skin stung briefly, but he was clearly working with precision as he tidied up the wreck that she was.

“I will be back in a moment.” He stepped away, and Emma just continued to lay there. She was exhausted, sure that any attempts to pick herself up would result in her instantly collapsing.

The man returned, once more placing his hand softly against her shoulders. “You did good. I’m proud of you. Would you prefer I stay or would you rather I leave?”

She never wanted this man to leave. She never wanted the feelings he’d brought to her flesh to leave.

“Stay, please.” She spoke softly, “until I fall asleep.”

“Very well.” He slipped his hand under her shoulders, and slowly brought her to stand. The feeling of being upright after all of this sent new pain and tiredness through her body. Thankfully she wasn’t up long, before he tossed the damp quilt onto the floor and steadied her. “Would you like to remain naked or put clothes back on.”

She looked down at herself, no longer feeling the embarrassment she had felt prior. He’d seen so much of her, more than a single person ever had. “This is fine.”

He took her elbow, helping her to climb into the bed and under the covers. He’d slipped his jeans and button up off at some point, remaining only in a pair of tight boxers and form fitted black t-shirt. She would have to admit, he looked damn hot like that too. As she settled against the pillow, she found the position to be rather uncomfortable. She squirmed, finding the fabric of the sheets to irritate her still stinging ass.

“Might I suggest laying on your side.”

She did as he suggested, being the professional and all. She didn’t remember him asking her what she wanted to watch, or whatever thing he ended up putting on the TV. All she recalled as she fell into a deep slumber, was the feeling of his firm chest pressed against her back and the sensation deep within her of being fully satisfied.

She fell asleep and she slept well.

When the morning sun rose, her body ached like never before. Emma found herself sleeping alone, the sheet tossed about on the floor and her body stretched out, face down with her bruised ass presented to the chilled air. She groaned, rubbing away at her eyes to tried and wake herself further.

Checking her phone she made note that there were a few more hours until she’d need to check out of the hotel. There was complementary breakfast she remembered, and the idea of fruit and waffles sent her stomach growing.

Emma rose from the bed slowly, finding each movement to be taking. Her bare feet touched against the floor, and she shuddered at how cold it was. The bedroom seemed like nothing had happened. Other than the missing quilt, the room was exactly the same. Her prior days clothes were folded neatly on the desk.

Peaking into the bathroom, she noticed that the tub had been drained, and the mess had been clean up. She remembered how the man had stood over her. How he’d plundered his fingers into her like he was looking for gold. How he’d dragged her under the water, only to bring her back up to a world of pain and pleasure like she’d never know.

Catching sight of herself in the mirror, Emma took in her naked form. She cupped her breast, marveling at the body she’d so long forgotten could be sensual. The most starting thing of note, was the artwork that was painted across her ass. There wasn’t an inch of her sun-kissed skin that wasn’t a various shade of red, purple or brown. Getting a closer look, she ran her fingers over the well carved hand prints. Several welts were crisscrossed against her flesh, running her fingers over them drew a hiss from between her teeth. She dreaded the two-hour drive home she would have to make and wondered if she might just find another reason to stay in town.

Reentering the main bedroom area, Emma slipped her sweater over her shoulders. It hung passed her hips, allowing the slightest cheek of bruising to pop out. Her gaze roamed to the bottle of ointment and pamphlet on post self-care sat on the desk. She took the ointment, finding the cool liquid to release some of the ache that seeped through her skin. Hissing as her shorts slid over her bruised skin, and toeing on a pair of shoes, she figured she'd be bringing breakfast back to bed this morning.