Māyā - Chapter 1: The Prelude

The imagination of what was going to happen next kept her mind racing while she switched off the lights of the kitchen and living room and walked towards the bedroom. Even though she knew exactly what was going to happen, the very thought that this had become a routine kept her senses tingling. She kept the jug of water near the dressing table. And walked towards the bed where he was busy in his cell phone preparing himself for another night of sensual pleasure.

"Sir, I am ready for you". Even though she wasn't quiet.

She sat near the end of the bed where his feet rested and placed her warm palm on his feet. He grabbed her hand and pulled her kissing her awaiting lips. His hands caressing her waist landed on her hips. Once he released the lip from a long sensual kiss, squirming under his grip, she whispered. 

"How do you want your girl tonight, Sir?".

She wasn't always this submissive. She was a normal girl when she met him for the first time. They were schoolmates at the beginning. And they had separated when he moved to a different city. They met again during their graduation. Became good friends. He was gentle and caring. And when he ticked all her boxes, she had proposed to him which he had accepted. That was when she found out about some of the kinks he had which made him more irresistible to her. Whilst being a gentle and loving man, he was dominating and demanding when it comes to the pleasures. This hit the right spot with her and helped her find the submissive side which she never knew she had. The submissive side which was only going to get stronger by every night. They started enjoying each other's company more and more. 

She was ready to submit to his every whim. But he was careful enough not to cross lines. Even though they indulged each other, he made sure that they both saved themselves. They went on vacations. Enjoyed like every other teenage couple. She encouraged him to train her more in this unknown ways of pleasure. They weren't into much of pain. It was the mutual feeling of being in control and surrendering the control which kept them on the edge. She slowly became his slave. But the beauty of their relationship was in the balance. The domination and submission was limited to their sexualities and not encroached on their normal lives.

He used to choose her outfits. Everything she wears has to be to his liking. Especially her innerwears. And she was more than happy to be compliant. She was happy to ask him on which dress to wear for work. Sometimes he used to order her not to wear panties to work which kept her aroused most part of the day. She was becoming more and more submissive. 

One of the vacations to a beach destination was more interesting than the others as this night went a long way to contribute to what she was turning into. It was her birthday. She wore whatever pleased him and he flaunted his girl on the beach. After the late evening stroll on the beach they went back to their hotel room. He had meticulously planned this day and especially this evening. The hotel room was right by the beach. The warm beach breeze carrying the fragrance of the wet sand had engulfed the room. As they entered the room, he grabbed her by her waist and picked her petite body and kissed her. She always liked being picked and carried to bed. It made her feel small and secure. He whispered in her ear. 

"Go wear that short skirt which I had ordered you to buy earlier, slave. I want to train you in something special today. Consider this as my gift for your birthday."

These words were more than enough to make her go from moist to wet immediately. He usually doesn't address her as a slave. At least not as frequently as she addresses him as sir. She was sure that this priceless gift he was going to gift her will be much more worth than the new shiny Iphone which he gifted for her birthday. Her mind started racing into sobering tunnels guessing what it might be. But she gained her senses back and thought to obey her master quickly. She acknowledged.

"Yes, my master. As you wish. I was waiting for you to tell me to wear that". She enjoyed taking orders and obeying. She ran to change.

She came back wearing the skirt. She looked stunning in that. All her curves were accentuated by the revealing short skirt which made sure not cover anything below her ass. The tight deep neck sleeveless top she wore was an icing on top of the cake. And when he orders something like this, it was understood that she wasn't going to be anything underneath. She stood in front of him with her head bent down. Cold air conditioning breeze wiggled it's way through her openness. Gathering her nerves to help her through the shyness, she whispered in a tense voice.

"Here I am sir. As you ordered".

He commanded. "Good. Come here my pet". He sat on the bed. He grabbed her. And told her.

"I want to spank you the number of times equal to your age you are turning today. I want to train you in taking spanking like a good slave. And I want you to thank me for each spanking you recieve. And I want you over my knees now."

Spanking was not new to her. Every now and then whenever the occasion permits he tapped her ass lightly and she with no doubt enjoyed that. But this was something different. It was kind of a ritual. As she bent over his knees nervously, he told

"I want my girl to be trained to receive spanking and be thankful for it. It keeps reminding both of us who is in control of whom. As my slave, from today, you have to request or beg for spanking". He had the knack of making even simple things sensual. The first spank landed on her right ass cheek on her skirt. As she learned later, he liked to spank her on her dress first. Once he was done with that, he then slowly raised her skirt and spanked her naked glowing ass. She made sure to thank him for each of his spanking. It came naturally to her. The way he caressed her soft cheeks between smacks, the way he controlled her whole body on her knee while she helplessly surrendered herself was a completely new feeling to her. The hardened nipples and firm breasts were waiting for some attention but weren't getting any as he focussed on her shapely ass. She was completely wet and uncontrollably aroused when the 25th spank landed on her soft flesh. It wasn't anywhere near painful. It was pure pleasure for her. She was overwhelmed. He kissed her passionately as the last thank you faded from her lips. He kept kneading her glowing red ass throughout the kiss. She spoke:

"Sir, please take me now. Please make me completely yours".

He wasn't ready for it. Even though he knew, he asked:

"What do you want my girl?".

"Sir please fuck me". She pleaded even though she knew he wouldn't. He had made it clear earlier that he wants to save it for marriage. But she wanted to give it a try. 

"Sure, but not now my pet. For now, you will have to be satisfied with just this". 

He made her sit on his lap and his hands slowly and sensually made its way under her skirt. She was breathing heavily. He slowly inserted his finger into her aching cunt and pushed it in. It was all dripping wet. She let his finger wade its way through her pussy and pressed her thighs hard against each other while his other hand was busy giving some attention to the craving tits. He fondled her very gently and felt her firm breasts while his tongue digged deep in her mouth. Her moaning became loud as he inserted another finger and they kept going on at it for a while.

After he was done giving a climax to his beloved, he said he wanted to take a walk on the beach shore with her. Under the starry sky, feeling the sand collapse under their heels, they walked along the beach line talking to each other kissing every now and then. That was one of those nights which took the mutual admiration each other had to the next level. She never knew she could get aroused so much through spanking. After this, she enjoyed being spanked regularly. She begged for it and made sure to thank every spank.

To be continued.