My Possessive Dom

Chapter 3

He trails his hand lightly back up my leg and ass, reaching around to touch my breasts. He lightly swirls his fingers around my nipples, making them raise. He starts taking them more aggressively, toying with them between his fingers while my head leans back into the crevice of his neck and I let myself moan. With every pull and twist of his hand I feel more and more a heat in my stomach. My moans pick up and turn into more of a pant and he pulls away quickly. I stay resting on his neck trying to catch my breath when i feel a sharp sensation on my right nipple, causing me to gasp a little. Caleb turns me around to face him and connects the other clamp to my left nipple. He grabs both of them and pulls me towards him, my face just inches away from his chest. He grabs the back of my head and tilts it up to make me look at him.

Staring into his eyes as they study me makes me aware of my breathing. Hard and desperate and filling the air between us.

"On the bench," he whispers and lets go of my head.

He doesn't move away from me so I turn around and climb back onto the bench like yesterday, my nipples pulsing from the clamps.

"Why are you being punished, Olivia?" He asks as he tightens the restraints around my wrists.
"Because I spilled milk everywhere," I respond, still upset at myself for being such a klutz.

"No, not because you got milk everywhere."

"Then why?" I ask confused and a little frustrated. Why couldn't he just tell me?

"How has your attitude been all morning? And what did we talk about yesterday when we were going over the rules?" He asks, sounding sure of himself and as I think about it I realize he has a right to be.

"Oh," I say out loud.

"Now tell me why you're being punished," he repeats, not onto the restraints around my ankles.

"Because I've been grumpy and mean. And I cursed."

"Good," he says, his word of affirmation making my skin tingle. "We're still taking it slow because it's only your second day. Feel lucky you aren't getting the soap." He tells me.

But I don't feel lucky. He stands beside me and puts a hand on my lower back and uses the other to rub over my ass before laying down a hard smack. As bad as the anticipation of him lifting his hand and bringing it back down, his hand on my lower back help me feel safe.

"Now I want you to count and say thank you after each one."

I feel my face becoming red. Why does he want me to feel embarrassed?

"One. Thank you." I say, heat rising to my cheeks.

I turn my face away from his view and my heart starts to beat fast from the embarrassment. I feel my whole body becoming warm, not even feeling where he just spanked me.

"Sir." he says.

"What?"

"I was to hear a 'sir' after that 'thank you'. And turn your head back, I want to see your face."

I turn my head back and look straight to the side, not at him. Maybe he gets off on my humiliation.

"One. Thank you, sir." I repeat.

By the fifth smack with his hand I'm starting to feel a sting.

My stomach is heating up and it's not like the heat of embarrassment. I'm not sure I know what this feeling means, or maybe I don't want to give weight to my suspicions.

"Six. Thank you, sir."

Whack

"Seven. Thank you sir."

Whack

"Eight. Thank you sir."

He continues with his hand until we get to twenty. I take deep breaths to try to normalize my breathing again and accidentally make eye contact. He looks hungry and there's a strange look in his eyes that makes me immediately turn away. He steps towards me again and rests his hand on my lower back while rubbing the other over my butt. I let out a breath and start to relax as he brings his hand down. It surprises me and I gasp and wait for the next one.

"You're supposed to be counting." He says sternly. "Next time we'll start all the way over."

He pulls his hand back and spanks me again. I wonder if his hand hurts at all.

"Twenty one. Thank you sir."

Three more later and he has a special request.

"Now I want you to also ask for another. Nicely."

I feel slightly defeated and tired yet my body is alive and burning and yearning. He lays another slap.

"Twenty five. Thank you, sir. May I have another?"

"Yes, you may." he says and lands another.

"Twenty six. Thank you, sir. May I have another?"

"Yes you may." another one comes down.

"Twenty seven. Thank you, sir. May I have another?"

"How badly do you want another? Convince me." he says. This is a side of him I haven't seen.

The burning intensifies as I form a response in my head.

"Please, sir, give me another." I say. How has the humiliation not killed me yet?

"I'm almost convinced." he says, condescendingly.

"Please, sir, I need another."

"Well if you need it..." he trails off and lands a sharp one on my right cheek.

"Twenty eight. Thank you, sir. May I have another?"

"No. You may not. A little greedy aren't we?"

I try to focus on regulating my breathing as he unhooks my arms and legs. I try not to look at him. Something in him came out and I wasn't prepared for it. Maybe that is who he really is and he was just holding back for me. Not anymore I guess.

"Now we didn't last time, but how this goes is you thank me for your punishment and tell me what you learned."

"What do you mean?" I ask

"Well in this situation you would thank me and tell me you learned not to have an attitude, or curse."

"Oh. Okay well, thank you for my punishment. I learned you don't like cursing or attitudes. Next time I'll let you help and be nice even when I'm grumpy."

I look at him to see if that was good and see he's smiling. It makes me smirk a little and look down at my feet out of embarrassment.

"Can I have my clothes now?"

"Well I was thinking you could shower."

"Yeah, that sounds good."