Still tied to the chair after being told I was a very bad girl, he was tapping the paddle against my inner thigh.

‘I think I’ll put one here.’

I recoiled against my restraints. His voice sounded sinister, he was loving this. I felt this harsh pang of something dark and negative towards him knowing he was getting a thrill out of hurting me, worse still, that I was letting him. Without warning I got a firm whack from the paddle, I breathed through the sharp sting and as the initial pain faded I was left with this blossoming warmth spreading over the area.

‘That’s left a lovely mark, you’re going to need a matching one on the other side.’

This time he stroked it over my skin first and all my muscles tightened as I braced myself for another blow, this one was worse than the first.

‘Perfect.’

I couldn’t see him but I imagined his face admiring his work. My body was quivering from apprehension about what was going to happen next. He yanked down my bra exposing my nipples and stroked the paddle across my bare breasts. I shook my head, lots.

‘Ready?’

I shook my head more. I really didn’t want him to but I didn’t call out my safeword. The paddle came down on my soft breast, I exhaled sharply at this new sensation, the same sting with an added sensitivity, the same warmth followed but the thing that caught me by surprise was the paddle hitting my nipple. This bit felt good. I wanted it again. Another strike stung my other breast, and I breathed though my teeth. My nipples were tingling and my thighs were warming, I didn’t want the feeling to go away. I didn’t really understand it and cursed myself when he showed me that I was still wet.

‘I’m going to hit you hard 10 times.’

Now out of my restraints laying on the bed, I was still shuddering from the last round. One with the opposite end of the paddle, thrashing the decorative metal studs on my arse. Now I’m convinced they were not put there for decoration at all. I winced at the idea of him hitting me hard 10 times in quick succession, hadn’t I endured enough? This was the first beating I had experienced from something other than his hand. It made me wet. I could feel the wetness on the tops of my thighs. He had just hit me at full pelt and I yelled out with my face in the pillow feeling tears well up under my closed eyes. I didn’t know if I could cope with any more. I shook my head and held my hands protectively in front of me.

‘No, no, no, no, no…‘ I begged. I couldn’t get words out, my thoughts were moving through custard trying to form a sentence.
‘You don’t want it?’
He waited patiently as my lips started to form actual sounds which eventually made sense.
‘No it’s not that…I want you to touch me.’
‘I think you’re trying to distract me.’
I breathed deep and focused on trying to regain control of my higher functions.
‘No I’m not.‘ I said meekly.
‘Well what then? Out with it.’
I opened my legs, they were shivering as they moved. The words came out slowly and broken,
‘I thought it might please you to see how much I enjoyed that.’
The sentence trailed off as I recoiled from my own words knowing they were true. Why would I say them willingly? Is this how far he had got me already? I hated saying it but I wanted to please him.
He slid his hands along my open pussy and let out a deep sigh of surprise and pleasure.
‘You’re a right little pain slut aren’t you.’

I buried my face in the pillow as he said it, my eyes scrunched up under the blindfold trying to suck back the tears through the fabric. No I’m not, I’m not, I was crying out in my head.

‘You continue to surprise me. I pegged you for a submissive but I had no idea you liked it this much, look how wet you are.’ I really was, I could feel it as he spread the wetness I really was dripping. I didn’t understand where it was coming from and why. I mean, it really hurt and I didn’t feel like I was enjoying it, but I clearly was. Which part of my perverse brain turned the pain into something that aroused me?
Those three words, “Little pain slut,” rattled around my head as I willed the bedding to swallow me whole. I wanted to cry. I didn’t want to be a pain slut. After seeing I was in a little distress he didn’t continue, he comforted me. But even in my state of shame all I could think about now was being hit with that paddle again.

Was I really a pain slut?