Riding the Storm by Candace Blevins

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least a thousand years. I don’t eat solid food, so it hasn’t even been used as
a human would normally use it. I’m not telling you it’s off limits, but plugs
probably are at this point. Even small ones, Sir.”
    He didn’t look upset or frustrated, and his scent was…
intrigued? He gave her a gentle smile as he told her, “Okay, thanks for telling
me. We’ll work on it later, but we will work on it until you’re ready to
be taken in the ass.” He caressed her cheek and stood. “I’m going to spank you
now. Two hard strikes with a slapper — one on each cheek — and then
I’ll back off and warm you up properly before being harsh again. The warm up
will be the slapper and a variety of floggers. Depending on how you respond,
I’ll finish with either a belt or cane. Is there any reason for me to not use
any of those implements?”
    “The cane? Sir? I thought you were going to go easy on me at
first?”
    “I am. I’ll use it or the belt, depending on how you
respond. You’ll be warmed up, and it isn’t my intention to give you more than
you can handle. If you aren’t enjoying the pain, I won’t use it.” He bent
again, kissed her cheek. “I know we haven’t built up much trust yet, but can
you trust me to take care of you?”
    “I’m scared.”
    “I know.”
    He stood, walked to the chest, returning with the slapper.
    “You didn’t say Sir, Kendra. Again . Two strikes
that’ll hurt has turned into six — three on each cheek, and then I’ll warm you up properly.”
    He walked behind her and, without warning, brought the thick
leather down on her right cheek and then her left. Her ass stung like crazy,
and the pain lingered more than Kendra thought it should. Damn , that
hurt. And then he did it again, this time right then left.
    She didn’t scream, didn’t breathe, and sealed her eyes and
mouth closed. She deserved this. She’d only had one rule, and she’d forgot.
    “Kendra, you need to breathe.”
    “Sir, actually, I don’t. Sir. I mean, if I’m going to talk
then I do because my vocal cords need air to make sound, but, I can shut down
bodily functions at will, so I don’t really need to breathe, Sir.”
    The last two hits were much harder than the other four. She
gasped at the intensity, and felt the burn grow worse for at least a minute
before levelling off.
    “Now, I’ll warm you up. When I get back up to strikes the
intensity of the two you just received, I’ll tell you so you can compare what
you can take cold compared to what you can take warmed up.”
    His voice, while matter-of-fact, was gentle and caring,
affectionate, and her heart warmed. He hadn’t asked for a response, but she
nodded her head, and he ran his hand down the back of her head, a soft touch to
connect before the slapper began a regular rhythm on her bottom.
    The weight and bulk of the smooth leather fell, again and
again — not enough energy behind the strikes to hurt, but enough to cause
a little discomfort, and now Kendra breathed through it. He probably
gave her thirty strikes at a low intensity before he put more muscle into it,
and though Kendra knew these blows were harder, they didn’t hurt. In fact, they
were starting to feel good. She tried to move her hips around, but the ropes
tugged at her hands over the tops of her shoulders.
    Another thirty strikes later the hits grew even harder, but
now they only upped her arousal level until she could feel the borrowed blood
in her veins warm her entire groin — and her clit continued to throb to
the beat of Eric’s heart.
    It wouldn’t take much for her to orgasm, and she desperately
wanted something inside her.
    He stopped long enough to tell her, “These strikes are the
same intensity as the ones I gave you at the beginning.”
    Wow . This felt good, and those first strikes had really hurt.
    He stopped, and she squirmed as his fingers delved into her
folds. “You’re soaking wet, Kendra. You like this, don’t you?”
    No sense telling a lie.