Page 37 of On His Terms
“Get it over with, Sir.”
Insolent still, but she was facing the consequences.
She yelped when he blazed the first spank into the back of her thigh. Rather than giving her time to absorb the action, he went on, making her skin red.
By the time he was finished, her rear and thighs pink, her apologies were continuous.
Much better. “Lesson learned?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Any questions? Or are you ready to perform your three dozen exercises?”
“Three dozen?” she echoed, shock in her tone.
He helped her from his lap and onto her knees. “Surely you didn’t expect the spanking to erase your bad behavior?”
She blinked back sudden tears.
The display of raw emotion from her reached him in a way nothing else could. “Talk to me, Chelsea.”
“I hated that.” Her confession was soft, plaintive.
God save me. Her reaction was so different from what Liz’s had been that he was gutted. “Please continue.”
An internal struggle played across her face, and she worried her lower lip before finally speaking, her angelic voice soft, the words broken. “You were impersonal. As if I don’t matter.”
“I assure you, my brave sub, that you do matter. I wouldn’t be spending my time with you if you didn’t.”
She exhaled, eyes wide as she studied him.
“That said, my punishments are meant to be instructive, a way to correct unwanted behavior. I hope they’re not enjoyable.”
“It was miserable.”
Again, he was struck by how different she was from his ex.
“It wasn’t at all like our night at the Den.”
“Which seemed more sensual?”
“Yes.” She blinked, and a single tear escaped to leave a track down her cheek. “And…” Her voice cracked as she faltered.
“Take your time.”
“This collar, and the way my wrists are attached…”
“I’m listening.”
“It just…” She looked up at him.
The sheen of moisture in her eyes made the blue even more startling.
She attempted to reach her hands toward her face, but the bondage restricted her movements. This woman bore little resemblance to the one who’d approached him so confidently at the Den. She was humbled, more vulnerable, but he also saw her internal confusion about what that meant to her.
“You were right. I wasn’t prepared for it to be this difficult.”
He nodded. “It takes a tremendous strength to subject yourself to someone else’s will. As I’ve said, it’s not for everyone. Probably not for most people.” At times, being a Dom, especially a trainer, wasn’t easy, either. It could be an emotional minefield, and he sure as hell wasn’t perfect and didn’t always make the right choices. “Remember that you always have the power. I can only act based on the parameters you outline. You never have to do anything you don’t want to. Safe words will always be honored, and you can walk away from me at any time.” Suddenly he didn’t want her to.