Taken

Spanked

(Day Nine Morning)

"Darling," a voice said. "Time to get up."
I slowly opened my eyes before sitting up. My captor leaned against the wall. I came to my senses and wrapped my arms around my body. He narrowed his eyes at me.
"When your punishments are finished," he said, harshly. "I think we need to talk about my expectations of you."
I looked up at him. His face was serious. He held out a hand for me. I was pulled up from the floor. My legs shook a bit underneath me. He led me out of the room and into the living room. I rubbed my arms as goosebumps started to rise. I was pushed to the back of the sofa.
"Bend over," he ordered.
Slowly, I bent over the sofa and placed my hands on the cushions. He clipped my wrists into the cuffs attached to the coffee table. Then he came to the back of me.
"I'm going to spank you today," he stated.
All of a sudden, he slapped my ass and I let out a small squeal. He slapped my ass again and again and again until I was sobbing. Tears streamed down my face as I struggled to breathe. Finally he stopped and I took deep breaths to calm myself down. He came round and uncuffed me. Before I could get up, I was pulled over the sofa and onto his lap. I froze as he softly stroked my ass. Then something cold was rubbed onto it. I felt a soothing feeling as it sinked into my skin.
"Do you know why you are being punished?" He asked.
"Because of what I said," I responded, quietly.
"No because you thought about lying to me," he stated. "I could see it in your eyes. I don't care what you think as long as you don't bad mouth me."
"So I can say what I think?" I inquired.
"Yes but just no bad mouthing," he said before slapping my ass again.
I flinched at this. He stroked my ass again and trailed his finger round my asshole. I felt pressure and froze as he tried to push a finger in. He sighed to himself.
"Your going to need lots of asshole training," he stated.