[AnalAddict]

“Now, is there anything you want to tell me?” Master asks, his thumb brushing my bare shoulder.
I bury my face against his bare chest and groan. All I want is to stay buried in his strong arms and forget the world beyond us.
He puts his palm under my chin and makes me look up at him. “Now, my love, or today’s discipline will become punishment.”
My ass is sore, in and out. I’m not even sure I can take my morning spanking or the plug I’ll have to wear today during my chores.
“Yes, Sir. Can I stay—” I swallow. “Can I stay in your arms while I tell you?”
Usually I take my place at his feet, kneeling on a pillow, to talk about our relationship or my worries. I’m not sure I can handle that today.
I see real concern in his eyes when he nods.
“Thank you, Sir.” I try to find the words to tell him how overwhelmed I am — by work, the household, my mom’s illness and the constant visits.
He just holds me and waits until it all comes out in a barrage of words and tears.
“Do you want to take a break from the discipline, so you can focus on everything else?” His question is calm and genuine, but my instant reaction is to burst out in fresh tears.
“No! No, no, I don’t want to take a break.” I gasp for breath. “Sir,” I tack on belatedly.
I try to understand my own reaction, to put it into words for Master. “You— Our relationship, with the discipline, is the one thing that keeps me going. It’s the one place where I don’t need to control anything, don’t need to make any decisions. I need to submit, I need it, I need—”
Any time now Master will have enough of my rambling. I hang my head.
His fingers lift my chin again until I meet his eyes. “I’ve failed you, my love, if you think you can’t tell me any of this without earning my scorn.”
I shake my head. “No, Sir, it’s not like that.”
“Did you or did you not think I was going to be mad after what you just said?”
I did. I felt like I was testing his patience.
He doesn’t push the issue further, instead asking me, “What do you need?”
I refrain from blurting out ’You’, knowing he needs me to be more specific and think, but come up empty. I can only see the problems. “I don’t know.”
“What was the last time you were happy?”
That one’s easy. “Last night.”
“Why?”
“You were in control. All I needed to do was accept my fate and submit. I forgot about everything else. You were happy with me when I got through my punishment.”
He smiles at me, fingers still under my chin so I can’t escape the full force of his gaze. “I’m always happy with you,” he tells me, “but yes, you took your punishment well, and it pleased me.”
“I want more of that. Oblivion. Submission. Belonging to you.”
He nods, deep in thought. “We can do that. We will start the day with your morning spanking to remind you that you belong to me, even when you’re off to work. We’ll end the day with a session where you talk about everything that’s on your mind.”
I’m grateful, but I can’t help the disappointment curling in my stomach. Talking sounds—
“...while I spank that pretty ass, right before I fuck you into the oblivion you need so badly.”
His words sent a bolt of lightning straight to my clit.
“Thank you, Sir,” I stammer.
“The days you visit your Mom, you are exempt from household tasks. I’ll have our cleaning lady come over for more hours.”
My eyes tear up. I scramble off the bed and kneel on the floor. “Sir.”
“Yes, my love?” he asks.
“Can I have my spanking, please?” My limbs are quivering, needing the release of tension only Master can give me.
“You know what to do.”

I retrieve the wooden brush from the drawer and present it to him, on my knees, palms held out in offering.
“Good girl,” he tells me, and my entire body shivers with his approval.
“Take your position.”
I get over his knee and put my hands behind my back. His left hand restrains them without force, only serving as a reminder of his power over me. His right hand caresses my ass, taps on a particularly painful bruise from last night’s spanking. The little jolt fuels the fire roaring inside me.
The first whack of his hand has me gasp for air. The next ones are delivered with the medium force he uses on me every morning, and still they have more impact now that I’m this primed, ready to submit. My ass burns with his ownership.
After a few minutes, he picks up the brush and places it against my left ass cheek. “Count them,” he orders.
By the time I reach twenty for the second time, I’m sobbing with relief. The pain is worse than usual, so much worse, but I needed this. So badly.
“Thank you, Sir.”
Master pulls me in his lap and hugs me close, like he does every morning and I hold on, hard.
Then he kisses me, holding my face still in the perfect angle to possess my mouth. The fire flares high, higher.
I whimper when he lets go. Master studies my naked body for a moment and smiles at me when I clench my fists by my side instead of covering myself.
“Bed,” he orders. “On your back.”
Not part of our morning routine, but I’m not about to complain.
He strips off the boxers he sleeps in and moves over me, his broad chest and hard-angled face taking up my entire vision. One hand runs from my bare foot to the inside of my thigh, before he pushes my leg back towards my chest and repeats the process on my other leg. I’m splayed wide open, trembling with need.
His cock brushes my clit, and I nearly come. A moment later, he enters me in one hard thrust. He possesses me, takes everything I have to give and more, until I’m mindless with bliss and don’t know if I’m having one deliciously long, drawn-out orgasm or a dozen small ones following each other in rapid succession.
Master comes deep inside me, marking me once more as his.
Once we’ve recovered, he taps my burning ass. “I believe you were due a reminder of your submission during your chores,” he says.
Between my burning ass and the cum dripping between my legs, I have plenty of reminders, but I don’t mind one more. I take my position — ass up, head on the mattress, and pull my ass cheeks apart as he commands.
At least he doesn’t use the black plug, even though it’s by no means the smallest plug we own that he pushes inside of me after lubing my hole.
When I stand, feeling full and fulfilled in so many ways, he smiles at me and tells me, “Good girl.”
I think maybe I’ll be alright after all, no matter what the world throws at me.