My entire body shook. Spanking? Things were really beginning to take a serious turn. Darien had already wrestled me into submission, forced me to perform oral sex to her, shaved my entire body...and now she was going to spank me. I couldn't decide if I was in heaven or hell.
I could feel Darien sliding her smooth legs underneath mine, so that my butt was perfectly positioned over her knees. "We'll start out with a little over-the-knee hand spanking," said Darien. "Then I'll move on to the better stuff."
"Mistress, I—"
BAM!! Darien's hand slammed into my butt so hard it nearly knocked the wind out of me. "You are not getting out of this!" Darien yelled. "Are you dedicated to your Mistress? Are you willing to suffer pain in order to serve her?" Darien slapped me on my other cheek, and then again on the same cheek. "If so, then you will suffer this pain!"
Darien kept up the spanking, hammering one cheek, then the other, and then alternating between the two. I couldn't believe that one small hand could cause so much pain, but she hit with just the right force and at just the right angle that my bare butt began to burn all over.
At the same time, though, I had the hardest erection of the entire day. Although I am male-submissive on the inside, part of me still had traces of male-dominance. Deep inside of me, there was voice representing most of society saying, "Where's your manhood? Put that woman in her place!" Mistress Darien must have realized this. With each smacking sound of her hand hitting my butt, that voice was being replaced by my own, which said something more along the lines of, "That's a good little boy. Let her use you, let her abuse you. Be good to your mistress." I knew that if I was a true submissive, I would never have felt nervous throughout the day's proceedings. Instead, I would have merely accepted my fate and obeyed my mistress. Now, with my butt on Darien's knees and my hands handcuffed to the wall while being spanked—and actually getting turned on and enjoying the process—I knew that I had finally accepted my permanent role as Darien's submissive.
I must have stayed on Darien's knees for a good fifteen minutes, being spanked into submission. I didn't say anything throughout the whole process. I just focused on the searing pain, focused on overcoming that burning sensation. It wasn't too bad, and I actually enjoyed the tingly sensation I felt after each stroke. After all, I wasn't on the verge of tears or anything—yet.
Finally, Darien stopped. "That is enough for now." She lightly slapped my butt. "How do you feel, slave?"
I wanted to say "wonderful," but I was afraid that if I did she would spank me some more. Instead, I said, "I feel alright."
"You won't feel that way after I'm entirely finished," Darien said. I felt her loosening my handcuffs just a little, enough so she could roll me over and grab me by the ears. She leaned right down into my face. Her lips were in kissing distance—and my, how I wanted to kiss those big, red, juicy lips—but I restrained myself. I was already learning the lessons of a good submissive.
"What is the supreme and dominant sex?" Darien asked.
"Female," I instantly answered.
"Whom do you serve?"
"Mistress Darien."
"What are all men?"
