Taming Seraphine

LEROI

This is a mistake.

When I walked in to find her kneeling and naked, I should have told her to put on some clothes. Until this moment, she’s been covered up. I hadn’t imagined those baggy clothes were hiding such beautiful curves. Now, I can’t look away.

I haven’t yet touched Seraphine’s skin, and my cock is already pushing painfully against my zipper. Her ass is perfect. Round globes of unmarked, porcelain flesh that beg to be spanked raw.

If Seraphine’s tastes are anywhere close to complimenting mine, I’m in trouble. I can’t resist a woman who likes to be pushed to the edge and brought back until she’s begging and crying for me to pound into her until it hurts.

The stakes are high. If I screw up, she’s more likely to show her displeasure in the form of my sliced throat, or worse. Regardless, the prospect of her is tempting.

I hover my hand over her pretty cheeks in preparation for the first strike. Warmth radiates from her skin. Skin that looks as smooth and soft as silk, skin that’s too supple and untouched for the likes of me. I inhale a shuddering breath to remind myself why I’m here with her bent over my lap, but it still takes every effort not to stroke her tender flesh.

Seraphine is here to be disciplined. Not to be pleasured. She has to understand the seriousness of our agreement. If I’m going to train her to stop killing, she needs to give up her disobedience and lies.

I raise my hand and deliver the first strike. The sound of my palm connecting with her skin sends a wave of pleasure straight to my balls. She gasps, her back arching, the sight and sound of her surprise driving me deeper into a state of lust.

“One,” she says, her voice breathy.

A handprint blooms on her creamy skin. I clench my teeth to keep from groaning. Without thinking about it, I stroke my palm over her warm flesh that’s even more luxurious than I imagined.

My breath deepens, and my heart thuds painfully in its cage, pumping all blood and sensation south. I wrench my hand off her ass cheeks and remind myself that this is punishment, not play.

The next spank is harder and makes her flesh ripple.

Seraphine moans, sounding like she’s interpreting the pain as pleasure. “Two!”

I swallow hard, trying to stay focused, trying to ignore the building urgency. When she proposed this to help control her murderous urges, I hadn’t expected her to suggest a reward and punishment schedule that included orgasms. Now, my own discipline is being tested, and it’s all I can do to stay detached.

The second handprint is darker than the first. While waiting for the sting to subside, I smooth over it, letting her know the spanks are delivered with care.

Shivering prettily, Seraphine raises a leg, her dainty foot pointing toward the ceiling. I stifle a groan. Everything about this woman is ridiculously alluring, from her pretty little toes to her reddening cheeks.

“Get back into position.” I give her calf a gentle push, only for her to shift on my lap.

Her legs part, and I’m treated to the view of her sweet pussy. The hairs are so pale and fine that they’re barely visible, with her folds glistening and wet.

I’m certain she repositioned herself on purpose, just to drive me crazy.

It’s working.

The third spank goes to her right cheek, which is paler than the left. Seraphine cries out and writhes against my thigh, like she’s trying to create a little friction.

I smooth over the reddened skin. “Count the spanks or your punishment resets.”

Her thighs part a little wider, displaying more of that beautiful little cunt. My cock jerks in response, and I grind my molars, trying to contain my arousal.

“Seraphine,” I growl.

As she moves her ass from side to side, I’m painfully aware that she’s torturing me or she’s treating this punishment as a game. It’s a game she won’t win.

Pressing a hand on her hamstrings, I lean down to where her head dangles toward the floor. “This is your final warning,” I growl. “Count the spanks, or we won’t just start over. The next ones won’t be so pleasant.”

She shakes her head.

“You asked for it,” I say.

In response, her spine stiffens.

I raise a hand and let it fly down to her ass in a spank more forceful than the last. Seraphine yelps and squirms, her body twisting and nearly slipping off my lap. I hold her down with a palm between her shoulder blades and deliver one and then another in quick succession.

After the sixth spank, she finally cries, “One!”

“Good girl.”

I stroke her ass cheeks, soothing her reddened skin. Heat radiates from her flesh, and her pussy is even wetter. My index finger slides close to her folds, and she trembles. It would be so easy to slip into her slick heat, to circle her swollen clit until her cries reached a delicious crescendo. I remind myself that this is a punishment.

By the end of this spanking, Seraphine will regret her transgressions.

The next spank is equally harsh, and her legs move further apart. The corner of my lips lift.

She wants me to play with her pussy.

“Two,” she says with a breathy moan.

As I soothe the sting with my palm, her hips lift, confirming my suspicions. Ignoring the sweet temptation, I deliver another swat that makes her gasp.

“Three.”

The fourth spank lands lower down on her buttocks, where they meet her pussy. I make sure the sting reaches her where she needs my touch the most.

“Oh,” she says through a gasp. “Four.”

I stroke her ass, finding pleasure in her trembling frame. For a woman who claims to have never had an orgasm, she’s dangerously close to the edge. It would only take a few quick touches to bring her to a shuddering climax.

As my fingers graze the few inches of flesh closest to her wetness, she moves into my touch.

“Please,” she whispers.

“Please, what?” I ask, enjoying the sound of her pleas. “Tell me what you want.”

“Touch me,” she says, her sweet voice sounding like molten sin. “I need you.”

I slide my knuckles down her spine, eliciting a delicious moan. Seraphine’s back arches, and the sight is beyond tempting.

As much as I want to tease her to orgasm, she needs to learn the consequences of her misbehavior, but that doesn’t stop me from sliding my fingers through her slick folds. When I reach her swollen bud, I caress it with the gentlest of strokes.

“This is your clit.” I lean into her, my voice deepening. “Feel how I’m circling it with my finger?”

Her hips buck, and she releases a moan.

“You like that, little Seraphine?”

“Yes,” she whispers.

“I’m going to shackle your wrists in one of the leather items we bought, alright?”

“A-alright,” she replies with a groan.

I reach over to the bed and grab the arm restraints. Seraphine probably thinks I’ll cuff her and continue teasing that sweet little bud until she orgasms, but she would be wrong.

Grabbing her wrist, I guide her hand through a soft leather cuff that’s attached to another with a thick piece of the same material. The device is a separation arm binder, which will keep her in place for longer periods of time with minimal strain.

Seraphine moans, her hips wiggling from side to side. I shake my head. She’s a deadly delight.

As I slip her second arm through the binder, she offers little resistance, so bent on achieving her first climax. I tighten each strap, checking in with her that she’s comfortable, and lift her off my lap.

She stands at my side, her cheeks flushed, her pretty lips parted and red. I keep my eyes on her face, though I suspect her nipples are erect.

“Lie face-down on the bed and spread your legs,” I say.

Without another word, she scrambles onto the mattress.

I run my fingers down her back, loving how my touches elicit a shudder.

“Please, Leroi,” she whispers. “I need you.”

Leaning down, I place my lips to her ear. “Obedient girls get orgasms. Girls who conceal weapons from their Doms and disobey their orders get to lie on their beds with aching pussies and no release.”

Her lips part. “But⁠—”

“No, buts.”

Tears glisten in her eyes. “But what if I want to pee?”

“Then you’ll shuffle off the bed and make your way to the bathroom.”

Her features harden, and her eyes glint with murder. I reach down and run my fingers over her cheek. “Now, take your punishment. I’ll return later to free your arms.”

“Wait—”

“This is what you agreed to, Seraphine. Don’t be a brat.” I turn on my heel and walk out of the door, leaving her gasping.

Now that she knows I’m more than capable of giving her an orgasm, I expect her behavior to improve.