Sarah's Submission

She hesitated, but only for a second and then compiled. "You still need to be punished for stealing. Keep your hands stretched out in front of you and DO NOT reach back. I don't want to accidentally hurt your hands. I promise that would be worse than your ass getting spanked," he explained, somewhat more gently than she would have expected.

"Yes. Sir. Yes Sir," she quickly corrected. She didn't want to be punished for forgetting to call him sir on top of this punishment. She had to get used to that. He slowly rubbed the paddle in a circle around her ass cheek.

"The key to taking a spanking is to not tense in anticipation of the strike and to breathe out after the strike. Let the pain flow through you and do not overreact. Pain is controllable. Don't fight it. And don't let yourself tense up. Do you understand?" he questioned.

"Yes sir. I understand sir," Sarah replied. She took a deep breath and tried to relax. With her arms stretched up over her head she did her best to keep her body loose. There were three quick spanks, one right after another, starting fairly light, but getting stronger with each one. She did well with the first two but whimpered and started to tighten with the last.

"Breathe and relax your muscles," he reminded her, and she drew in a couple of long breaths while he continued to rub the paddle in circles on the spot he had spanked. The breathing steadied her as she felt her body relax again.

Another series of three spanks on her other ass cheek. Again, it hurt and she whimpered, but she remembered her breathing and did better at not tensing up. He gave her four more harder strikes, starting with the original cheek and then alternating back and forth. Before she could fully settle, there was an even stronger spank across both.

Her breathing cracked and she cried out. Her hand started to pull backward, but she managed to stop it before it crossed her shoulder and stretched it back up again. "Good girl," he praised as his hand replaced the paddle and caressed first one and then the other cheek. The light squeeze and rub of his hand felt good against her inflamed skin. He rubbed for at least a minute before he picked up the paddle.

This time he started back on the left cheek with a light stroke but this time hit it four times in succession ending on an even stronger final blow. It hurt, but the shock of being spanked had subsided and she followed his suggestion of letting the pain just flow through her. She continued to stay as loose as possible. One long breath out let her relax. Then the same four on the right cheek. More rubbing for longer this time.

Staying with the right, three medium strokes timed out more slowly. Then they left. And rubbing relief in between. Sarah already knew that sitting tomorrow would be painful. He did the building sequence of five strokes next on each cheek before finally starting, "All right Sarah, you are doing very well. Now stand and tell me that you have learned your lesson. I will never steal from Mr. Michaels again," he chanted, indicating she should repeat it.

Sarah stood and again felt like a naughty child being corrected. She looked down at the ground and repeated, "I will never steal from Mr. Michaels again, sir. I have learned my lesson and won't do it again ever."

He put his hand on her chin and lifted her face to look at him and pulled her in for a light kiss on the lips. "Good girl. I'll give you 5 more strong spanks. I want you to count each one. And I want you to remember, when you misbehave or disappoint me, you will be punished like this again in the future until you learn to be a good slave. Do you understand?" he asked.

Sarah responded immediately and enthusiastically, "I understand sir. I will be a good girl sir!". Sarah lay back across his legs and stretched her hands out in front of her. The last five strokes were the worst. They were very strong especially with her ass already being so sore. But she didn't cry and she didn't complain. She obediently counted each stroke. When she finally said "Five, sir", she felt exhausted. But she also felt a sense of accomplishment having taken the punishment without breaking down. He rubbed her ass for at least two full minutes. The rubbing made the hot tight skin hurt worse at first, but it eventually subsided into a duller throb. Sarah could feel her ass pulse with her heartbeat.

"Spread your legs." He wet his finger in his mouth and reached down between her legs and found her clit. After the intensity of the spanks, his gentle finger with light, slow stokes over her clit felt amazing. She couldn't believe how quickly her body responded. The pain instantly melted away. The throb from her ass turned into the throb of her clit. It built quickly and she found herself moaning again as her pussy came alive.

She had to bite her lip not to scream when he ordered her to stand up. "Is he ever going to let me cum?!" she raged internally. But she complied as quickly as possible. Standing made the pain in her ass return. She wanted to rub it herself, but decided that might make him mad.

"It's time for me to get some clothes off too. And then I'm going to eat that sweet pussy of yours and make you cum harder than you ever have," he stated matter-of-factly. Sarah felt her pussy tingle again at the promise.

"I want you to take my clothes off and fold them and put them on the chair. Make sure they are folded properly," he ordered.

"Yessir," she responded. She started undoing the buttons on his button-down dress shirt. Her hands shook a little, terrified of doing anything wrong. This whole experience so far had not been what she expected. But she forced herself to concentrate on just following orders. He patiently observed as she went about her task and made no comment. The buttons on the sleeves were the hardest to undo and she nervously looked up into his eyes a couple of times to make sure he wasn't getting upset. He just smiled and lightly brushed her hair. That calmed her. She pulled the shirt fully off and admired his broad hairy chest and tight abs. She had to admit that he was not hard on the eyes.

After carefully folding and placing the shirt on the chair, she moved to the belt and undid it and pulled it through the loops of the pants. Next, he wordlessly indicated the shoes and then the socks. She rolled the socks into a ball, coiled the belt, and placed them both on top of the shirt and dropped the shoes to the side of the chair. However, when she turned back, she saw his disapproving look and asked nervously, "What did I do wrong?" she said and then quickly added, "Sir!"

"You are to treat my possessions properly. My shoes are to be 'placed' under the chair. Side by side."

"Sorry sir," she acknowledged. She turned and bent over to retrieve the shoes. Had the situation and the night not been so weird and unsettling, she might have rolled her eyes or made a sarcastic comment to his fastidiousness.

As if reading his mind, he barked, "Don't give me that attitude, little girl. Don't even think it." Not wanting to provoke another punishment, she quickly placed the shoes very carefully directly under the shirt.

Once finished, she stood and turned back and looked at the floor. "Sorry sir." She didn't know what else to say.

He snapped and pointed to the ground in front of him. She jumped and moved quickly to stand on the spot and looked up into his impassive face. She shrunk under his gaze, and she felt the knot in her stomach again. Seeing him nod, she reached forward to undo the button on his pants. Mr. Michaels put his hand on her shoulder and pushed down until she understood she should kneel at this point. Still shaking a little, she undid the zipper and lowered the pants allowing him to step out of one leg and then the other. She scurried back over to the chair with the pants and carefully fol

ded them and placed them on top of the pile.