Submission Therapy Read Online Free PDF Page A

choosing. Do you understand?”  
    “ Yes, Master.”  
    “ We will make sure of that. Chloe, bring me the paddle and another cloth.”  
    That sent a charge of electricity through my body. I raised my head and watched Chloe in the mirror as she selected a tool that looked like a stretched spatula encased in leather, then brought it, together with a fresh towel, to Master Sweet.
    He toweled the oil from my back and flanks. When I was dry again he took the paddle and pressed it to my ass. The cool surface felt heavenly for a second before my body heat infused it. He began to trace the contours of my body with the tool, sometimes lifting it and letting the wrist-strap tickle my back.
    I looked at him in the mirror, fear written across my face. I dared not speak without permission, but Master Sweet clearly understood me.
    “ Consider everything we’ve done so far to be a warm-up. To heighten your senses and prepare your tender bottom for this...your true correction.”  
    No, not another spanking. And it sounded like this one would be way more serious. I’d been so close to orgasm, one more second and I’d have felt the sweet body rush of release, and I had to go and fuck it up. Perhaps there was a lesson to learn in these sessions.
    Master Sweet brought the paddle up to my face and held it there. “Kiss it.” He saw my expression morph from fear to puzzlement. “Speak your question.”
    “ Master, why?”  
    “ Be specific, slave.”  
    “ Sorry, Master. Why would I kiss this object? It’s only going to hurt me.”  
    “ Ask yourself how many kisses you’ve already spent on those who’ve wounded you.” He caressed my cheek with the paddle.  
    “ You will learn so much from this implement. It will take you to places inside of you that you wish you could find alone. That is not an intimacy you wish to share with a stranger.”  
    For years now my only intimacy had been with strangers. Which further backed up Derek’s insistence that it was time for me to change. I puckered up and with my eyes squeezed shut, kissed the paddle. Surprisingly, I felt less stupid than I expected to.
    “ You have earned back the right of free, respectful speech. Good girl.”  
    It was the third time he’d said that to me. Those two little words – good girl – gave me chills on the back of my neck. I sought no praise in daily life, and that’s exactly what I got. The curious thrill it gave me made me want to hear it again. The idea that I had the power to make him say it, make him call me his good girl, simply through obedience, ignited a craving within me.
    He switched the paddle back to his spanking hand and rested it against me, right where the base of my ass blended with the backs of my thighs.
    “ You are making progress, but you still have much to learn.”  
    “ Yes, Master Sweet.” I resigned myself to the punishment, and even thought I might be beginning to understand it. I should have remained still. And next time, I knew I would. If only to hear him tell me I was good.  
    “ Let us continue with that lesson. We will start with ten.”  
    I held my breath. He swatted the paddle against me, so swiftly that it felt like a bite. I couldn’t contain the small scream that leapt from my throat.
    “ Count it.”  
    “ One,” I squeaked.  
    Another swat. Another squeal. “T...two.”
    Swat. “Three!” Fierce determination infused my voice with an animalistic frenzy.
    With every blow that landed, I felt a brand new white flower of pain against my skin. This was a much more intense punishment than my warm-up. But for all that, I somehow knew I could take it. The Master had already found parts of me I never knew I’d lost, and I sensed he had much more strength than he was using right now. Letting go of control, allowing myself to be cared for and punished by the Master was already having an effect on my stress levels.
    With every blow the weight on my shoulders – the money, the investments – seemed