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way, or what you think is your way. You
have too much pride. You need to be humbled. You need to learn what it is to
give yourself up; to surrender yourself. I know you, even though we’ve just
met. On some level, you already belong to me; you’ve always belonged to me. You
were born with my name under you tongue.”
    I was silent,
hearing what he’d just said, trying it out in my brain. Yes, we did know each
other on some basic visceral level that couldn’t be explained or enhanced by
time and familiarity. I didn’t really understand all that he was saying, nor
was I sure I bought into it. But I wanted it.
    David continued,
“The best way I know to give you a physical taste of what I’m talking about is
with a nice old-fashioned spanking. Something about a hand across bare skin;
it’s quite humbling, I think you’ll find. So lift that perfect body of yours on
up and lay across my knees.”
    I was still
kneeling, my ass in the air, my hair obscuring my face. I felt anger fighting
with desire. The image of the bodice-ripping couple on the romance novel cover
was a far cry from being told to prepare for a bare-assed spanking! Instead of
being artfully seduced, I was going to get a spanking, like some kind of
spoiled brat! But I knew even as I argued in my head that I was going to do it.
My bottom actually tingled in anticipation.
    Slowly I sat up
and then stood, draping myself over his strong denim-clad legs. I was still in
my panties and bra, which was something at least. I knew, though, it was only a
matter of time before he made me strip.
    I felt his fingers,
cool against my thighs, and then smoothing over the silk of my pretty
cream-colored panties. Slowly he stroked and massaged me through the silk. It
felt very nice actually, and I started to relax.
    He put one hand on
the small of my back and said, “I’m going to spank you now, sweet one. Not
because I am punishing you for anything. But because this will be your first
taste of submission. To take a spanking, at the hands of your master. To taste
pain, and feel its power. To take what I give you, and see what you’re made
of.” Master. He’d come out and said it. And if there was a master, there
was also a slave. A spasm of fear shot through me, like hot ice filling my
veins.
    I could have
gotten up at that moment. I could have said that silly phrase, red light ,
and put my dress back on, and left. I was sure he wouldn’t hold me there
against my will. That wasn’t what he was about.
    But I didn’t get
up. Instead, I held my breath; I didn’t move. I wanted to see what I was made
of too. Would I like it? Would I hate it? Would I feel ridiculous and
humiliated? I didn’t have long to wait, because suddenly I heard a loud
slapping sound. A fraction of a second later I felt a slight sting.
    His hand was big,
and it covered one whole cheek. The silky fabric was no protection. Again the
hand came down, on the other cheek. I jerked against him. He smacked my bottom
several more times. It tingled and I could feel the heat, but it wasn’t so bad.
I could take this! It was exciting, to be held down by the hand on my back, and
smacked. My pussy was pressed against his thigh with each stroke, making me
even hotter and wetter, if that was possible.
    With one move, he
pulled the panties down, baring my bottom. I squirmed and tried to get up. I
had known it was a matter of time before I would be naked in front of this man,
but when it happened, I wasn’t ready. He held me down, pressing my head behind
his knees, and gripping me between the couch and his body so that I couldn’t
move. I struggled a moment, but he was very strong.
    “Stop,” he said,
his voice soft but steely. “Don’t resist me like that. Remember who you are.
This is what you want; what you need. Take it. Take it for me. You are lovely.
Don’t be shy about this perfect body, Zoë. You were born to be naked. I will
always keep you naked, once you belong to me.”
    The words
reverberated