*Vanessa's Confession*
I woke up extra early wrapped in Eric's arms in the middle of his bed. He had me held tight like I was precious and I felt precious. My conscience had been weighing on me. He kissed me and called me a good girl and said he was glad I could control myself. I didn't know what to do.
"Eric," I whispered. I'd somehow been turned in the night so my face was against his front. He moved against me and I knew he was at least half awake.
"Go back to sleep, pet," he demanded in a half asleep voice.
I don't know what had come over me or why I was looking toward Eric as some sort of moral guidepost but I was and I felt like I had to confess. I'd never been this way before but he had wormed his way into my mind.
"I need to tell you something," I found myself whispering.
Eric moved his hand down my back until he had a handful of my ass and gave it a squeeze.
"What?"
"I came yesterday... when you thought I didn't." Fear and relief came through me all at once. It was an odd sensation.
"You what?"
"I..." I choked out. I was completely awake at this point. "I came... as you were fucking my face."
Eric groaned and rolled us so he was on top of me and I was underneath. He dropped his weight against me and I could feel his cock pressing just above my pussy.
"I know you did," he said. "I wanted to see if you would fess up to it."
My eyes bugged out of my head as I stared up at him. He still had a half asleep expression written over his face.
"Are you going to punish me?"
"I have to, don't I? You came without permission, you didn't confess straight away, you need to learn," he told me.
I just nodded. This feeling settled through my whole body that I couldn't quite place. It was like my nerve endings were alive and I felt heavy and light all at once.
"Go make me a coffee then bring it back here and kneel on the ground while I figure out what to do with you," Eric told me.
I bit my lip. "Yes Sir."
***
Ten minutes later I was naked kneeling on Eric's floor next to his bed while he sat there sipping on the coffee. He was not a morning person and I was going to get it. My pussy was dripping as the anticipation took over me. What was Eric going to do?
Finally he set the cup down on his night stand and flipped his legs over the side of the bed to look down at me. I felt so small. Everything had changed since that day he spanked me. Then, I felt contrite, bad, like I won't do it again. Now, I felt owned, obligated to him, submissive.
It wasn't a feeling I had felt for a long time and now that I thought about it maybe ever.
"What do you have to say about yourself?" He raised an eyebrow at me.
I cast my eyes down. "I'm sorry for not telling you I orgasmed, Sir."
"And?"
"And what?"
Eric frowned at me for a moment before chuckling. "You're not sorry for coming when I expressly told you not to? In fact, that was your second infraction of the night."
I felt my face turning red hot. The orgasms were good if not better than normal because he specifically told me no. It was so strange too. I don't know how long I sat there not giving Eric an answer as time escaped me but it must have been too long for him. Eric reached down and grabbed me around my sides, I helped him by pushing up and standing on shaky legs for less than a moment before he dragged me over his lap.
"You're not even sorry for coming," he said, grabbing a wad of my hair.
I moaned in reply as he pulled my head up. I was draped over his lap but because of the bed it was as if I was just lying flat down. His other hand came over my ass rubbing it in circles. It should have been soothing but I knew he was just hinting at what was to come.
"I am sorry," I finally managed.
"You will be sorry after this," Eric said before dropping my head.
As my head fell against the mattress his big hand slapped against my ass. No warm up today. It stung, landing in the centre. I gripped the sheets in front of me trying not to kick and scream. Eric smacked my ass again, and again, he didn't stop for even a second between hits. He just kept smacking me. He focused on one spot for three or so hits then moved on, but sometimes he didn't even keep this pattern. My ass was soon on fire. As the first ten or so hits landed I was able to just stay calm and sit there but I soon lost all grip on my control. Eric moved down to the sensitive underside of my ass and tops of my thighs. I kicked my legs up and down crying out.
"Eric," I shrieked.
"You shouldn't have been bad," he just replied.
My pussy was soaking wet. That was humiliating. I should have hated every second of my punishments but instead I was betrayed. My body was showing Eric that I wanted this torture.
"Please," I cried. The pain was getting to me now. I couldn't stop squirming, I reached back to stop him but Eric just pinned my wrists down in his one large hand. I kicked, hard, smacks still landed against my ass but a moment later he leaned back and then swung his legs over my own.
"You will take your punishment," he growled at me. Two more hard smacks landed against me.
"But I'm so sorry," I cried back. "Sir..."
"That's right, and you forgot to call me Sir before."
That earned me three spanks in a row.
I was on fire at this point. The pain was overtaking the pleasure. I regretted my decision to confess what I did. I should have just kept it to myself. Tears started rolling down my face. Eric spanked me again and again until I stopped fighting and went limp.
"Is it over?" I asked, my voice thick as I was trying not to cry.
"No, I clearly need to earn your respect," he growled.
"Sir, please, you have my respect. I respect you so much."
Eric's laughter made butterflies erupt inside me even in the predicament I was in. I squirmed as he held me tighter against him.
"I'm going to let you go and you're going to march across the room to my dresser and pick up the paddle then you're going to come back and ask for me to beat you with it," he told me. His voice was silky smooth and completely in control. I knew he was turned on as well, I could feel his hard cock pressing up into me. We had slept naked together but he had since slipped on a pair of boxer briefs, much to my dismay.
The idea of humiliating myself in such a way to ask for a beating was beyond me. I was blushing just thinking about it.
"I need your verbal agreement," he snapped me out of my reverie.
"Yes Sir," I finally said.
If I didn't agree I don't know what the alternative would have been. But if I doubled down on disrespecting him I don't know if my ass would have lived to tell the tale.
Eric let go of me and I slipped from his grip. I walked up to his dresser at a snail's pace as I rubbed my bruised ass. I finally came to the dresser and found where he had laid out the toys he bought me, well, us. They would be used on me but I had no doubt he would be the one enjoying them much more. I grabbed the slut paddle. I wonder why he got me that one. I wasn't all that promiscuous, sure I had boyfriends, but out of the two of us Eric was the real slut. I huffed to myself as I wrapped my hand around it before bringing it back to Eric.
