Nathaniel gets more extreme as he wants the girl to earn his gift.
This is one of the first mentions of the "downstairs" and things that happen down there. I have a separate series for the Dungeon written in 3rd person. It is far more extreme than Nathaniel would ever be. At some point the stories start to overlap, but I will warn the reader when it happens.
If you would like to give me feedback, I'd like to know how I am doing in writing erotica. Everyone is over 18, and so far, completely willing :)
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By my fourth visit I stopped trying to convince myself that I was going for any reason other than Madeline. I didn't love her, far from it. I enjoyed inflicting the pain she so obviously craved. I mean the sex was good, but a session with her was better than picking a random fight and hoping I got a workout.
Upon entering the room I saw her kneeling on the floor, eyes down. She was already naked as she had been the last two sessions. The difference was this time there were nipple clamps on her already erect nipples.
She was flushed just sitting there, cementing the fact that I was convinced it was the pain not the submission she craved. A pain-slut. Someone that converted pain to pleasure. Perfect for me who just wished to inflict pain on someone.
Her eyes did not come up to see me enter the room. She was doing everything right. Last time she had disobeyed a command I gave her and I had punished her, much to her pleasure I remembered.
"Back for more, are you?" I questioned her.
She nodded, her eyes still on the floor. "Yes Sir. I will always come running to see you."
"Is that so?"
"Oh yes, Sir." she gushed, the smile coming to her face. "I cannot wait to serve you today."
I circled her on the floor, her eyes never searching for mine. "I am not feeling gentle today. Not like the last times." We both knew I had not been gentle, I just wanted to see what her reaction would be.
"I cannot wait, Sir." she replied. She was aroused already, the scent coming off her was undeniable.
"Surely you have others that can fill this void of yours?"
Her head was shaken violently in denial. "No Sir. There is no one like you. Every night that I am not here, I am thinking of you...and the only time my orgasms are stronger is when I am here with you. Please Sir, use me, beat me, fuck me."
"I plan on it." I told her reaching down and touched the chain that connected her nipple clamps. "These are new."
"I thought you would like them, Sir." she shifted so I had better access to her chest, but kept her eyes low.
"Thinking now are you?" I asked with a light tug on the chain.
She moaned and thrust her chest out further. "No, Sir. I'm sorry Sir."
"What should I use first? The switch? Paddle?"
"Please Sir, whatever you wish." she said. "I will get it for you, Sir."
"Then go." I tugged the chain toward the dresser where the items were stored. She shot to her feet and returned with the paddle. Once delivered she separated her feet and laced her hands behind her head. Her cunt was already wet, the liquid gleaming in the light.
WHACK WHACK
The first two were on her ass, solidly connecting.
"One and Two, Sir. Please may I have more." she counted.
"What is this?" I asked.
"I want to remember how many corrections you give me so I can relive later, Sir."
WHACK WHACK WHACK
A moan escaped her. "Three, Four and Five, Sir. Please may I have more."
WHACK WHACK
I was spacing them out on her back now. The marks were pink and she was trying to bring her legs together.
"Oh God, Sir. Six and Seven. Please may I have more, Sir." her hands slipped off her head and crept toward her crotch. "Please, Sir. More."
WHACK
"Bad girl." I smacked her breast leaving a red, not pink, mark. "Not where your hands go. Back up."
The noise was more a groan of frustration rather than pleasure. "Oh, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir. Eight. Please may I have more."
"Kneel."
Her hands were on her head as her knees hit the floor. Her mouth came open, looking for my cock. A moment later, I gave it to her.
WHACK WHACK
I landed two more on her back as she took me in her mouth. Vibrations as she moaned coaxed one from me.
She sat back, releasing me. "I'm sorry, Sir. Nine and Ten." she said before diving back on my cock.
She lapped, sucked and swirled on my cock as I stood before her. Now that she was kneeling, I watched her grind her hips on her legs.
I smacked her on the cheek. "Not until I say." Another round of vibrations ran down my shaft. "Oh, good girl."
She moved to more tricks, bringing me closer to climax. I reached down and tugged on the chain. Her mouth opened as a deeper moan escaped her.
"God, yes Sir. Thank you Sir. More, please." she breathed out which turned to a squeal as I smacked her breast.
"I didn't tell you to stop." I told her with a rougher tug. A moan came out around my cock.
She tried to talk around my cock. I knew she was begging to be allowed her release. Clutching her hair I thrust into her mouth, telling her to do better. My request was answered as I took over.
I moaned as my climax started to wash over me. My cock twitched and unloaded into her throat. I gave a tug to free the clamps. "Now."
She screamed as she came off my cock. Her climax ended in three screams, liquid soaking the floor where she was kneeling. Her nipples were bright red, but her hands came up and squeezed, eliciting another spasm.
Once finished she crawled to me. "Thank you, Sir. I hope I pleased you."
"I wouldn't have rewarded you if you hadn't. You would be here still shaking in lust, waiting for me to give you commands." I told her.
"Yes, Sir. Thank you Sir."
"Strap." I commanded her and watched her jump up. She returned a split second later, leather strap in her hands. "On the bed."
"Yes, Sir." she agreed. "How would you like me, Sir?"
"Silent." I commanded. She lay on her stomach, hands resting under her. "No, no. No hands. You will ask."
She nodded, moving her hands to lay her head on.
SNAP SNAP SNAP
I heard her whispering to herself. I had told her to be silent, but she was still counting my strikes. I let it go, this time.
SNAP SNAP SNAP
