I was fairly certain she wanted to be spanked.
But not like that.
Laying next to her in bed, I had gripped her throat and felt her pulse beneath my fingers. I watched her body release tension. I watched her become pliable. I watched her give in.
After that, I had bitten her neck, torso and thighs. Because I love to bite.
Then, because I had always wondered what it would be like, I began to spank her pussy.
Watching her face was priceless. I was absolutely rapt as I watched her expression change again and again.
It was polar. She was angry. It hurt. She loved it. It hurt.
She made really cute irritated noises.
She clearly didn't want me to do it anymore.
And she really wanted me to keep going.
When she closed her legs tightly, I spread them again. I took special care to hold them open for a few moments before resuming. I didn't say a word.
Sometimes it looked as though she might come.
Sometimes it looked like she was going to lash out in anger.
And I spanked her pussy more.
Later, I kneeled and held her legs up against my torso with one arm. I spanked her bottom with my free hand.
When she shielded herself, I simply stopped and told her to put her hand down.
She complied, and I continued
When she covered herself a second time, I stopped and told her to put her hand down.
She did.
And I spanked her more.
She covered her face with a pillow and began to sob softly.
She never asked me to stop. She never used her safe word.
When I was finished, I pulled her close and petted her.
I told her she was my good girl.
My very good girl.
It took her a long time to process what happened. When we talked about it a few days later, she told me she felt it was the first time that I really had taken what I wanted.
She said it was the first time she had fully felt surrender.
I think it was the night I became a dom.
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