My palm feels warm against your skin.

The first hit, on your right buttock, mostly surprises you. The second one, on the other buttock, hurts. The third hit hurts, too, as does the fourth, and the fifth… In fact, each hit is more painful than the last, though only a little, and you take them all, even if you have to struggle to keep yourself in your position of obedience. You begin to moan. You manage to think that you should be yelping, but also that you’re definitely aroused. You’re more and more and more aroused. In fact, if I keep hitting you, you may come, here, down on all fours and naked as you are. You begin to expect each hit. You begin to crave them.

At some point I stop, I seem to stop, and you manage to say, “Don't…”

“What?”

“Don’t stop, Master, please don’t,” you say, gasping. “Hit me, please, Master…”

“Open your eyes.”

You’ve had your eyes closed all this time! Poor pet! You open them. You see me in front of you, several paces away. There is no way I could have been behind you, spanking you—

“I wasn’t behind you,” I say. “I was here, just saying a command. See?”

“A command?”

“Spank”, I say, and you see my mouth saying it, and you feel a new, painful, pleasurable hit on your ass, and you realize I’ve been saying the same word over and over, and you understand part of the power I have over you.

“And… cum,” I say next, and you begin to shake, and the pleasure engulfs you, and for an instant, just for an instant, you understand completely. “Cum for me.”