Dahlia Mountain

All of the Days

I hung up the phone wishing for the days of a landline phone I could slam down. I let out an exasperated groan and sat back down to stare at the blank paper in front of me. I was on contract (and behind) to finish the last book in this series and I honestly could not care less. It wasn't something I was interested in writing anymore but it had to be done. Nathan poked his head into the office drying his hands on a dish towel. "Dinner's about an hour out, what's the matter in here?" He asked. I laid my forehead hard against the blank page in front of me. "I have to write at least this fucking page today and I don't wanna." I replied. "Want some help!?" Nathan chirped. "How exactly are you going to help, my Mountain?" I asked, chuckling. "Don't laugh," he replied "I can get more than one page out of you. Stand up" he commanded. I did as I was told. "Pants off, elbows on the desk," came the next command. I almost said I don't see how this helps but was already fully on board with whatever his plan was.

I leaned across the desk on my elbows presenting my bare ass to him. He walked to the desk drawers and opened the top one pulling out a clear acrylic ruler. I looked back over my shoulder at him and he grinned at me, ruler in hand. "We're going start by making your ass bright pink for me, okay?" He asked. "Yes... please" I moaned. He said, "Good, you're getting twelve, you'll count them each for me and at the end you'll beg me for another twelve." He didn't wait for a reply and the ruler hit my ass hard with a satisfying thwack. I yelped but managed to follow that with "One." The next one landed on the opposite cheek. Another yelp followed by a "Two" from me. By the time I hit "twelve" the paper on the desk was wet with my tears. "Now beg" the beautiful giant commanded. It took me a few moments to gather my breath enough through my tears to find words but Nathan waited patiently. Finally I found my ability to speak through the pain and when I begged I meant every word. "Please my god, my mountain give me more. Spank me. Hit me. Hurt me. I need it. I love it. I need your pain. I need your love." I was crying again and continued through the sobs, "I'm begging you for more. Please. Please. Please." Then I lost my words in my sobs as hot tears hit the desk. Thwack, the ruler came down harder than before and I screamed. Nathan waited until I was able to choke out a "One" and the ruler came down on the other cheek. These 12 took much longer than the first as it took me longer and longer to stop shaking from the pain and speak through the sobs. At eight my legs buckled and I started to slump to the floor. Nathan caught me and pulled me back up to the desk. He whispered roughly in my ear. "You may say RED" and stop everything but you may not move from this desk otherwise. Do you understand. I nodded through my sobs. The last four took a very long time and for each one Nathan had to coach me through breathing and encourage me to count it. At twelve he said "that's my good little flower" and ran his fingers lightly over my ass shooting fire through me again. I screamed and begged "no no no!" "No or RED, little kitten?" Nathan asked. "Just no" I said shaking. "Good" replied Nathan and smacked my tortured ass hard with an open palm. I screamed again and thought seriously that if he hit me again I may have to use RED for the first time. Nathan leaned over me then and asked "would you like your pleasure kitten?" Gods yes please" I begged. Nathan said "okay. Spread your legs a little wider for me."

I did as I was told and felt his fingers go inside me for just a moment. "Mmmm you're soaking," he said "now let's see how much wetter you can get?" He took the ruler that had been my torment and carefully inserted it a little over halfway into me. Then instructed "don't close your legs and don't let that fall out," before leaving the room. He returned a few minutes later with a belt and one of the vibrating toys that had been long forgotten among my packed things. He ran the belt around me and fixed the toy in place so that it rested just above my clit without touching it and turned it on. "Do not work this around so it's hitting your sweet spot and do not come." He instructed. Then he took the ruined paper from under me and replaced it with a fresh one putting a pencil in my hand before saying "I've got to go check on dinner." You'll get your pleasure when your writing is done and he left the room.