Learning to Yield (Power Exchange Academy - Submissive Center/Master's School) by Madelene Martin

Besides, it looked more gentle than a cane or paddle. She took it out of the case.
    "Bring it to me." Mr. Morgan said, watching her.
    Ashley closed the cupboard doors. She almost crawled with the flogger in her hand, putting it on the floor, but the trainer interrupted her.
    "In your mouth ." He said.
    Sighing, she closed her teeth around the leather handle, holding it in her mouth like a bit for a horse. She began the crawl back to him.
    "When you present your dom with an item, do so in a kneeling position, offering it up with your hands raised above your head, and your head down." He said.
    So this was a lesson as well as a punishment. Ashley adjusted herself. She held the flogger out to him. He took it, and she put her hands back behind her back. She watched as he turned the flogger around in his fingers, looking at it.
    "Good choice." He said with a slow, wicked smile. "I can't remember - have you ever been whipped or paddled before?"
    That was an easy one to answer. "No, Sir."
    "Spanked?"
    "No, Sir."
    Morgan raised his eyebrows. "Really? Hmm. That's a shame. For today then, I will guide you. You are to tell me if it truly becomes too much to handle. But Ashley -" and he sat forward and cupped her chin in his hand, tilting her head up and moving close. "I expect you to endure your punishment bravely. For me."
    He was looking at her earnestly, his brown eyes perfectly serious.
    She swallowed hard, nodded against his hand.
    "Answer me."
    "Yes, Sir. I will try." She wanted to say "for you," but couldn't make her mouth form the words. She felt them, though. Wanted nothing more than to take her punishment with grace, to win back his approval.
    "Good. Then go to my desk and assume the punishment position."
    The desk had a couple of books stacked to the side, but it was empty of papers and the usual things that grace an office. As she bent over the smooth dark wood she wondered if he even used it for writing, or just for spanking students. How many girls had been in this exact position?
    The wood was cool and gripped her skin when she moved. She found the edge and held onto it with her hands, shivering a little.
    Mr. Morgan came up behind her. She tensed, but he just stood there, looking at her. After a moment she felt his boot nudge her right foot.
    "Wider."
    She shuffled her feet out, spreading her legs wider, breathing deeply and trying to steel herself for the coming pain.
    "I'm going to give you ten strokes," he said. "Then I will ask how you are feeling. Got it?"
    She nodded, and squeezed her eyes shut.
    The first blow didn't even really hurt. She heard the quiet cracking sound, and flinched as it hit her on the right buttock. A moment later she felt the sting - but it wasn't so bad.
    He didn't give her time to think though, before the second and third blows came, one on top of the other.
    The stinging intensified, turning into a searing burn. She gripped the edge of the desk until her knuckles turned white, her mouth pressed against one hand as she struggled not to cry out.
    The next blows were on the other side, her left cheek. One, two, three, in rapid succession. Now she did let out a little moan, tensing her thigh muscles and writhing.
    "If you tense up, it will be worse." Mr. Morgan warned. "Try to yield to the pain. Let it flow through you."
    Ashley forced herself to relax, not wanting to make this any worse on herself.
    He brought the flogger down three more times, varying the site of the blows until her whole ass was stinging. The individual strikes did not hurt, but layered one on top of the other they made her flesh raw and radiated pain through her body.
    Relaxing did make it a little better, though she still whimpered. One more, she repeated silently to herself. Just one more.
    The last was a sharp crack lower down, at the very top of her thigh. It hurt more than the others, and this time she did yell.
    There was a pause, and Ashley rested her head against the desk, breathing heavily. Then suddenly, she felt