Held by Luna Voss
18
Melyta
My clit burns with need as Barion guides me over to the bed, very aware of the plug in my ass. My whole body is on fire. I’m desperately aroused.
Unfortunately, my arousal has nothing to do with why Barion is sitting down on the mattress. I’m about to get spanked, not fucked.
“Over my knee,” he orders, guiding me by my waist. “You know what to do. I’ve had to put you here before, once or twice.”
“Once or twice,” I laugh weakly.
Spank!Without preamble, he slaps his hands down on my ass. I yelp loudly, surprised by it.
“You do not orgasm without permission,” he scolds me, spanking me again. “That’s something I decide. Not you.”
“I understand, Vostra,” I whimper.
“Not well enough, apparently. This is a rule, Melyta. A hard rule. Not one you get to disobey when you feel like it.” He starts alternating cheeks, clapping his hand down forcefully. “If you want to come when I’m not around, you can send me a message on my communicator and wait for my response. But you ask.”
My ass clenches tightly around the plug as the intensity increases, sending jolts of excitement to my very confused, very eager pussy. It always turns me on so much when Barion punishes me. And he knows it, too, uses it to dominate me. Every flash of his fangs makes me desperate for him.
“Your pussy is leaking onto my leg,” Barion teases me, his thigh grinding tantalizingly onto my crotch. “Do you like it when I punish your naughty little bottom, Melyta? Does it make you excited?”
“A little,” I admit, blurting out the words as a well-placed spank makes me sting. “You make me excited, Vostra.”
“That’s a good answer,” he says, continuing to punish my ass. “Our bodies really were made for each other, weren’t they?”
I nod eagerly, even as another spank causes me to wince.
“You can be as excited as you want, but you’re not allowed to come tonight,” my mate growls. “You’ve lost that privilege.”
“That’s not fair!” I protest, even as a part of me gets a shameful thrill out of being so denied. “That’s not—”
“That’s my decision,” he rumbles, “and you’re going to respect it, or you’re going to find yourself over my knee again, just like this. You wanted strict, this is strict. The next week, you’re on very thin ice. And your pussy is grounded, too.”
My mouth hangs open. “What?”
“You heard me. Your pussy is grounded. For the next week, the only place you get my cock is your punishment hole.”
He pauses spanking me, as though waiting for me to protest. I open my mouth to do so, and then it’s like I feel my defiance leaving me in an almost physical way. I slump across his lap, submitting to him.
“Yes, Vostra,” I whisper, feeling utterly dominated.
“Good girl,” he whispers in my ear, his praise perking me right up. When he has me like this, I love knowing that I’ve pleased him.
“Will I be allowed to come tomorrow?” I ask in a small voice.
“Maybe,” he answers, chuckling. “It depends on your behavior. Put your hands behind your back now.”
I obey him, placing my hands behind my back. He repositions me over his knee, draping his other leg over both of mine to make it harder for me to squirm.
“I love you, vulta, and I’m very glad you admitted to me what you told me earlier,” Barion says, his voice low. “I want you to know that I’m pleased by your honesty.”
My shoulders tense, waiting for the but.
“But,” he continues, “that doesn’t mean I’m just going to allow you to disobey me whenever you want to, does it? I still need to punish the behavior. I need to make it very, very clear that you are not to orgasm without permission.”
“I know that,” I tell him. “I know that’s the rule.”
“Good,” he whispers. “And you’ll have this experience think about when you remember why it’s a rule you shouldn’t break.”
With that, he opens up on my ass, spanking me repeatedly. I squirm and yelp, arching my back, helpless.
“If I ever find out again that you’ve orgasmed without permission, it’s going to be worse than this,” he growls. “It’s going to be a lot of spankings and a lot of time spent wearing your plug if you think breaking the rules is a cool thing to do.”
“Ow!” I squeal, trying to cover my butt with my hands. “Barion, ow!”
He pins my arms behind my back, not letting up. “If you don’t want to get spanked like a bad little girl, don’t touch your naughty little pussy without permission. You asked for this, vulta. You knew what the rules were, and you broke them anyway. Now you’re getting exactly what you need.”
My yelps turn into whimpers, and soon those turn into tears. I start to cry as Barion spanks me, overcome by the stinging, by the intensity of it.
“Are we starting to learn our lesson, Melyta?”
Barion stops spanking me, although he keeps me held firmly on his lap. I nod, sniffling, trying to pull myself together.
“I’m sure we are,” he says gently, although the edge never fully leaves his voice. “Why don’t you go back in the corner for a little bit, and then we’ll continue.”
I wipe my eyes as Barion guides me to the corner of the room and positions me against the wall. “Stand up straight now, arms at your sides. There we go. Good girl.”
The cool air tickles me as I stand there, wetness coating my inner thighs. I feel his presence behind me, authoritative, powerful.
“I’m going to leave for a couple of minutes,” comes his voice, and I hear his footsteps heading to the other side of the room. “When I come back, I’m going to find you naked in that corner with that plug sticking out of your ass. Is that understood?”
My cheeks burn at this directive, but I know I’m going to do my best to obey him. “Yes, Vostra.”
