Y is for Yes, sir

Yelping turned into yawning in a few delicious minutes, too few of them, if you ask Arlin. All of Federica’s worries stripped away, she yielded to him with an agonizing fervor, arching her back, sticking her ass further to meet his belt halfway. Choreographed to the millisecond, the leather strap hissed through the air in slow motion to target the same reddened square, so monochromatically scarlet, it would make Rothko proud. The belt bit into the plump flesh, sending ripples through her curvaceous hips.

After every few rounds, Arlin changed sides to keep the evenness of his tiresome assault and feel the snowballing heat. And like a clock, Federica would push her ass into his caressing hand. Arlin was a sadist, and inflicting pain brought him pure joy, but it’s these softer moments in between that he valued the most. Should he ever have had a highlight reel, Federica’s warm arse chafing against his steady hand would be there.

Now each time his hand would sink deeper between her legs, waiting for a further invitation. It wasn’t uncommon for exploring fingers to wander at the spanking events, but the same as in the vanilla world, consent was paramount.

“Please,” begged Federica, when he circled around the wetter parts.

“Please what?” teased Arlin.

“Make me cum.”

“Oof!” Arlin swatted the wiggles with his open palm. “Such unladylike language.” He spanked her more for good measure.

“Can I please have my uhm,” Federica paused, thinking of the least offensive term. “My release?”

“You certainly can. I’m sure you had them before, didn’t you?” Arlin’s grammar exploit fell on her deaf ears. “The proper form to ask for something, and you certainly should ask for permission to cum, is ‘may I please’. Don’t they teach grammar in those Catholic schools?”

“May I please?” the young woman whined.

“Not yet, Federica.” He loved how her name rolled off his tongue. “I want you alert and well-behaved.” And needy, Arlin made a mental note. “Not sloppy and drowsy, which you probably will be if I let you cum now. Are you forgetting how you are supposed to address me?” Arlin switched back to the belt.

“Ouch! I will be very well-behaved. Sir?” she looked at him over her shoulder.

“Not yet, I said. I love to hear you begging but it won’t get you far. Besides, we’re not done yet.” He tapped her squirming butt with the belt. “Face down. Get back in the position.”

“Please, sir?”

“Yield, Federica.” A harsher strike landed across both of her butt cheeks. “I told you to get in the position.” He hit her again. “I want to hear yes-sir when I speak to you and thank-you-sir when I spank you.” The belt swooshed through the air.

“Yes, sir! Thank you, sir!”

“You disobeyed me, and for that, you’re getting extras.” Another strike sent her stretching on her tiptoes. “Federica?”

“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”

“Let’s go through some ground rules.” Belt.

“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”

“You will say your please and thank you, and how do you do, like Eliza in training.”

“Ouch! Eliza was not spanked into good manners.”

“I beg to differ, Shaw just left that part out, that complacent nonse. Have you seen his face? Would you ever believe a man with such face did not cane?” Strike of the belt. “I didn’t hear, yes-sir.”

“Yes, sir,” she whimpered.

“Don’t ever sass me, Federica.” Belt. The punishing strike landed over her upper thighs.

 “Yes, sir, thank you, sir,” the woman sobbed into the pillow.

“You will smile and nod and speak only when spoken to.” Belt.

“Yes, sir.”

“As soon as we’re done, you are to wash your face but not your mouth, put on that dress and make yourself presentable. Fix your hair nicely, will you?” Belt.

“Yes, sir,” she cried out. Silence. “Thank you, sir.”

“Good girl.” Arlin patted her crimson bottom, fished the belt through the loops, and unzipped the fly. “Now get on your knees and prove that you’re a well-behaved girl you claim to be. Now!” He couldn’t resist one final swat.