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

his hand on her. She jumped when he laid it on the small of her back.
    When she relaxed, he stroked lower, caressing her stinging skin. He trailed his fingers lightly over her sore right cheek, but even that was enough to bring tears to her eyes.
    Somehow it was almost worse than the blows had been, focusing and intensifying the pain. But as he changed to a massaging motion, rubbing the tender flesh, it began to soothe her, taking away some of the sting.
    Ashley closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation.
    "How do you feel?" He asked.
    "I..." she thought for a moment. "Fine."
    "Does it hurt?" His massage was warming her skin even more, but it helped the pain. His fingers - touching her, rubbing her, were distracting. She could feel his body heat close to her, could sense him standing there.
    "Yes. Sir." She breathed.
    "We have a little further to go." He said.
    Ashley opened her mouth in disbelief. "Really?' She should have known better than to think it was over.
    "Yes." He stroked over her left buttock, up her back, sending a thrill up her spine. His touch made the pain almost worth it. Did he know how he affected her? "But you are doing very well."
    She gave a weak smile, drinking in his praise. "Thank you, Sir."
    "Now, I'm going to continue until I think you've had enough. Cry out if you feel the need - you should always feel free to vocalise unless your dom tells you to be silent."
    She barely had time for a "yes, Sir," before the next strike came.
    This time felt different. He settled into a rhythm immediately, landing blows one after the other, the wave of pain from each distracting her from the last.
    Before long, she was crying out - though it was more of a sustained moan than anything. A tear or two fell from her eyes, landing on the desk under her.
    Her entire being was focused on withstanding the pain, getting through the punishment. This room, this moment, this man, was all that existed. She began to gasp, between sobbing moans. Her legs started to shake.
    And suddenly, he had stopped.
    He helped her up, turned her around. He pulled her close, pressing up against her and wrapping his arms around her.
    Unsteady on her legs, Ashley was grateful to be able to hold onto him. She sobbed against his chest for a moment, still preoccupied with the pain from her burning ass and thighs.
    He was murmuring consolations. "Good, my brave girl. It's okay."
    Slowly, she became aware of his hard body against her. Aware of his scent - aftershave mixed with leather and fresh sweat.
    Everything was sensitive, her nerves on fire. Mr. Morgan's clothes rubbed against her naked chest, prickling her hard nipples. Her back shivered under his hand. Indulgently, she rubbed her face against him, enjoying the feeling.
    His hands stroked her back, then moved lower, rubbing her tender ass.
    "You did well." He said. "I'm very pleased with you." His voice was quiet, for only her to hear. She savored it, feeling a warm glow deep inside. "Have you learned your lesson?"
    "Yes, Sir." Ashley answered fervently. She pulled back to look up at his face, reluctant to leave the sanctuary of his arms but longing to look at him.
    He took her face in his hands, smiling down at her. Then, he gathered her up, moving her back until her ass was resting against the desk. She gasped as the cool wood touched her raw skin, and he lifted and slid her backward so that she was sitting up on it.
    Her legs were either side of him. She wanted to wrap them around him, pull him to her. But she didn't dare. Instead, she stared, waiting, naked and spread on his desk.
    He bent forward and kissed her. Hard, almost bruising. Immediately she opened her mouth, accepting his tongue and wrapping her arms around his neck. 
    They were entwined together. She felt his arousal, the hard bulge pressing against her as she gave in, wrapping her legs around his hips and holding tight.
    She sighed in pleasure against his mouth. She was so wet - wet from her earlier forbidden orgasm, and from the