How did things ever get this far out of hand? Janine sat on the edge of her bed and shivered in the morning air. She wrapped her arms around herself as the numbness of her situation began to set in. Paul was gone, he had left last night. All of her dignity drained out of her as she had begged him to stay, promised to do better, to be more, anything he wanted.
As he threw his clothes in his suitcase he let out a sarcastic laugh and told her not to be ludicrous. He turned to look at her, his arrogant but handsome face cold and unfeeling. "Doyou know how long I have waited for you to be better? Its been months and you still are a rotten submissive. You don't know how to behave in this lifestyle and you never will. I have no more time to waste on training you." The haughty tone of his voice chilled her.
Janine tried to still the trembling in her voice, she hated it when she felt weak. "But Paul, I have never had to be in this type of life before, it takes getting used to and understanding all that you expect of me. I have worked hard at it. But learning how to submit is not easy."
He slammed the lid of his suitcase and locked it, "Well Janine that is the problem isn't it? I need a submissive in my life who understands how to, when to, where to, without constant instruction. I need one that understands the consequences if she doesn't submit and accepts them appropriately. Now really, can you see yourself ever doing that?"
The acute misery on her face was all the answer he needed. She could no more tell him that she certainly knew she do that, then she could suddenly fly around the room. The punishments he administered took her breath away but not as she hoped spanking would. He left marks all up and down her thighs and calves. His cane whipped at her bottom unmercifully. She hated being bound in place and made to scream in pain. But she tried, oh how she tried. She kept her collar on at all times, unless he gave her permission to take it off to shower or sleep. Never did she talk back to him but it was the obediance. No matter how much effort she put into it she could not seem to obey him enough.
He always pointed out some aspect that was lacking and therefore needed to be spanked out of her. But his idea of spanking....seemed so far off from what all her fantasies had been.
When she had first met Paul at a friend's spanking party he had seemed to enjoy her silly and sassy behavior. He smacked her bottom playfully and told her to behave herself. Of course her obvious answer was "make me." And that was all it took to get the spanking she had so wanted. He held her tight over his knee and spanked over her skirt before lifting it and lecturing her on what a naughty girl she was. Giggling at what he said brought more stinging spanks but this time with a hairbrush over her panties. As she yelped and ouched, she knew he would give her more. Oh and how she wanted it. Before long her panties were down and she was getting a paddling that had her zoning out as she never had. And that wasn't the end of it. He rubbed and caressed her until she thought she would lose her mind.
When he stood her on her feet she wobbled and he held her and rubbed her back. She leaned into him and was lost in the sensations of her tender bottom, the masculine smell of him, and drowning in his sensual eyes. She was sure this was the man she had been desperately searching for all her adult life.
And now he was gone and she wasn't drowning in his eyes, she was simply drowning. She crawled into bed and pulled the covers up over her. Tears both angry and sorrow filled dampened her pillow. But as miserable as she felt at this moment there was no way she could prepare for what was coming next.
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