Sir presses me forward against the spanking bench, "Into position."
His voice is more demanding than normal, and I can tell he's picking up on my reluctance. Our time together has been fantastic, making so many of many fantasies come true. But, tonight I'm scared.
Some things are better as just that, fantasy.
My knees find the edge of the bench and I drape myself over the firm leather. He grasps my wrist and firmly pulls it forward into the thick banded cuff near my face. He has to pull the cuff as tight as it will go to secure my thin wrist before moving to the other side to repeat the process. My breathing is already shallow and quick in anticipation of tonight's activities. We have been gearing up for this for some time, and finally, Sir says I am ready to lose my anal virginity. Me, I'm not so sure. Actually, I'm terrified.
"Spread your knees," his deep voice never fails to send my pulse racing. I try to shuffle my knees apart, difficult considering my position and the padded bench base they are resting on. He lets me struggle for a moment before grasping my bent leg and pulling it to the side, strapping down restraints over my thigh and then my calf. He repeats the process on the other side.
"Last one," he pulls a thick band across my lower back and just like that I'm completely immobile.
He kneels by my face, his tight thick abs and waistband of his boxers at eye level. Lowering his face to mine, I see sympathy in his eyes. "I know you're scared, but you want this. You need this."
I know he's right, even though my pulse ratchets up to a new level. His broad muscled shoulders and torso almost make me drool, despite my fear. Yes. I need this.
After playing for several weeks, we've come to an agreement of sorts. Tonight, there are no safe words. I trust him and he knows what I need. We've been playing with anal plugs, and I love it, but I want more. I desperately want him to take my ass and own me in that way. But his cock is so big. So thick. I can't manage more than a small plug without complaints and I know at this rate it will take forever to prepare. So, I've said fuck it. If I'm being honest, the thought of the pain turns me on. But I need to not have a choice or I won't be able to go through with this.
Sir's light touch along my spine makes me shiver. I can only see his feet as he approaches the toy wall. The not knowing is always the hardest part for me.
His foot falls slowly approach me, "Breathe, Lilly."
Then, there's the strike, making me gasp. It's the cane and I'm surprised. The biting pain across my ass makes me cry out immediately and I know there's already a welt. That one strike from the cane is enough to make me wonder if I was all wrong about what I wanted tonight to be. The fantasy is almost wiped away with that one bite of sharp pain. Doubt and fear crowd my mind as the next strike falls. It's lighter now, only eliciting a whimper from my slightly parted lips.
"Remember Lilly, I have the control. I will decide how much you suffer tonight." His meandering steps around me stop, "You're lucky I'm not a sadist, or else all this fear in the air would be making me crazy," he lets out a light hearted chuckle. "Relax, darling."
His laugh lightens the mood somewhat, but I still flinch in my restraints at the light touch of his fingers on my shoulder. His gentle caress, first along my shoulders, then down my back, feels like heaven. I wish I could lean into his touch; be engulfed by him.
The next fall of the cane bites, making me call out. I feel myself sinking into the pain, my natural craving for it coming out; my internal sense of competition to see how much I can take. Sir's hand soothes my reddened ass, he's kneeling behind me now. His hand dips to my pussy, finding me wet already.
"Your body likes pain, hm?" His finger slips inside of my swollen wetness, "Answer me." The timber of his voice gives me no choice but to answer, "Y-yes Sir."
"But my sweet Lilly gets so scared, so timid..." His palm cracks hard against my warm ass cheek making me suck in air, the finger still firmly inside of me. The firm spanks against my bottom continue, feeling extra rough on my cane reddened ass, but I'm relieved the cane is gone, and my confidence at being able to handle the scene returns.
My ass feels hot after the dozen or so swats, and then Sir is on his feet again, "I'm going to strike you four more times with the cane. I want you to count them."
I'm surprised for a moment; he's never asked me to count before. He's also never gone in this order before. Cane. Spanking. Cane. I don't know if I can take four more strikes of the cane...
Before I can contemplate this too much I feel the strike and cry out. I want to curse him, but instead I manage a whimpered, "One."
"Good girl," and those two words give me courage to continue.
The cane slides through the air, blistering pain, "Two."
There is nothing else now, just the pain and the need to not let him down.
"Three."
Only one more. I can do this.
The burning pain strikes the space between my upper thigh and the swell of my ass. I scream as my brain registers the shocking pain, a sound I'm not sure I've made before. With my gasping, ragged breath, I manage to whisper, "Four."
"Excellent baby, such a good girl. You took that so well," Sir's hand rubs my ass and thighs, caressing lightly. His hand brushes my hair away from my face and over my other shoulder.
"P-please, n-no more c-cane."
Sir lightly wipes my tears, "No more cane baby," he reassures me with light kisses. I let out a relieved sigh, my plea being just that.
I'm still recovering my senses, so when Sir is behind me again, I have no idea what's in store. I feel his hand at my pussy again, he's on his knees behind me. I feel something hard and foreign at the entrance to my cunt.
"Try to relax sweetheart," there's a pressure and stretching and I realize he's working a very large dildo into my pussy. It's a different pain then the cane, it's dull and aching this time as my body stretches and tries to accept it. It's well lubed and he's unrelenting as he works it deep inside of me. The width makes me feel I'm splitting in two, but that's nothing compared to the pain I feel at the length.
I cry out as the large phallus bottoms out against my cervix, "Agh, please, stop!"
"Shh, darling just another bit, you can take it," he tries to soothe me as I feel him corkscrew the large toy inside of me.
The pressure against my cervix hurts and makes me stomach feel sick, "Please," I manage to whine, "I can't." I'm trying to kick my feet out of the restraints as Sir's body weight presses against my lower back.
"I was going to be nice, but since you feel the need to complain this is only going to be worse for you."
I cry out and bite against my lip. Sir never gives warnings. He lets me speak until it displeases him, and then I pay the price.