Summary: When Mr. Masen finds a beautiful brunette in a deteriorating strip club he feels instantly drawn to her. Bella wants a new life, but lacks self-control and discipline. Which Mr. Masen can easily teach her with his heavy hand and controlling nature. Will Bella let this mysterious man take her down a dark path? Can Mr. Masen save Bella from her horrid reality?
Warning: Some pain ahead! If this sort of thing upsets you perhaps skip this chapter. But…this whole story is rather dark so it might not be the one for you.
Thank you Sophie!
I took some readers' advice and cleaned this chapter up a bit. While I have been dabbling in this lifestyle for a little over two years…I am a college kid and I definitely do not know everything. I definitely do want to make this story as accurate as possible and it is something I want to put a lot of work into. I'm an English Lit major and I have always dreamed of being a romance novelist, so any constructive criticism is always helpful. Something that might be even better would be if some of you would want to send me a Private Message or even email me (my email is on my profile page). I would definitely appreciate this.
I definitely took the advice on the alcohol to heart. I definitely didn't think about it being a big deal because this scene was not planned and their first meeting was a sexual encounter and not really a scene. But I definitely see the concerned and did make a few changes. I also listened to a few guest reviews about warming up first…sadly I did not think about that when I first wrote this.
Also…WVG…I've had a bruised ass too so thanks for the advice haha.
Anyway, I hope you like the changes, and don't worry because I won't do repostings like this too often. I just thought I would make the changes because I started to get nervous about reading reviews for this story. But now I hope we are all on the same page. Thanks for your continued support.
X: The First Punishment
The kitchen is impersonal and immaculate. There is not a single item out of place, leading me to believe this room is barely used. Mr. Masen does not seem like a man who cooks meals for himself. I am quite sure he has the staff to do any domestic task for him. I wonder if he will expect such things from me. I've always been fond of cooking. I grew up with my mother in the kitchen. She was quite the domestic, raised by a mother who believed that it was a woman's duty to perform such tasks.
"Just a small spoonful of cookie dough Bella," mom laughs as she scoops up a spoonful of batter, chocolate chips, and m&m's and brings it to my lips. "Remember not to tell daddy Bella. This is our little secret."
The distant memory brings tears to my eyes. Renée gave me everything she could. She wanted to bless me with the perfect childhood and because of her I grew up healthy and happy. I can only offer her the same chance at happiness now that she needs me. How could I possibly forsake her after she had given me so much?
"Mr. Masen will be here soon Miss," Mr. Masen's henchman assures me before he offers me a drink.
"Gin and tonic," I mummer as I stare incredulously at the man, "Can you tell me your name at least?"
"Stephen, I'm sorry I had not introduced myself earlier," he formally apologizes as he mixes my drink.
So I am on a first name basis with Mr. Masen's help and yet I do not know his name. Perhaps he does not consider me his equal. Perhaps it's better this way, it will assure a distance between us. Stephen hands me my drink and leaves me to occupy the silent kitchen with only my thoughts to entertain me. After today being alone with my thoughts seems dangerous.
As I finish off my drink I hear the front door open and the steady sound of heavy footsteps making their way toward me. Goosebumps cover my naked legs as I feel him in the air. As his footsteps become louder my breath becomes more shallow, leaving me breathless when I finally see his impressive form enter the kitchen.
"Isabella," he greets coolly. His eyes trail up and down my body before he smirks and orders, "I would like a coffee black."
He takes a seat at the kitchen island and loosens his tie before giving me a look of expectation. With shaky legs I rise from my chair and quickly move to serve him. I cannot read his demeanor. He looks very collected on the outside, but his green eyes are simmering, as if he is trying to contain himself.
I bring him his drink and place it on the table before him with my eyes down. I feel his intense stare but I do not dare look into his eyes. I hear him take a drink before harshly setting the mug back down on the counter.
"Come and sit on my lap Isabella. I would like to have a discussion with you."
His chair slides back, screeching against the wooden floors, and Mr. Masen quickly pulls me onto his lap. His hands are on my legs and his hot breath warms my neck.
"What's underneath your trench coat Isabella," Mr. Masen coldly questions before pushing me off of his lap and back on his feet.
"Mr. Masen," I stutter out as I pull my coat tightly against me.
"Take off your trench coat Isabella. I want to see what you decided to wear underneath."
There is a cold edge to his voice I don't want to recognize. I feel his body tense in his chair and I quickly unbuckle my coat before he can order me again. As my coat falls to the ground around my feet my eyes quickly meet Mr. Masen's to find them filled with anger and disappointment.
"Do you make a habit of going out in lingerie Isabella, or were you meaning to defy me?"
His voice is harsh and suddenly I feel disappointed in myself. I long to please him and yet I have already let him down. My eyes drop to my feet and my arms wrap around my stomach to hide my nakedness.
"I thought we had discussed this Isabella. I thought I could trust you to stop."
A tear trails down my cheek. A tear filled with both wavering hope and disappointment in myself.
"Stop crying Isabella," Mr. Masen orders as he stands up from his seat, "Come with me."
I reach for my jacket but Mr. Masen stops me. "Leave it," he says coldly before he grabs my hand and pulls me from the room.
Will he hurt me? I can feel that he wants too. I can feel the anger seeping out of his pores as he pulls me down the dark hallway into a room I have yet to see. It is well furnished and large. Bookshelves line one wall and there is a large bed in the room's center. It has no sheets, no pillows, just a silk black mattress cover. There is a large door that looks like it leads to an adjourning room and my mind instantly is filled with imaginings of what lie beyond it.
"We have no agreement Isabella, which was something I hoped to reach tomorrow during our meeting. But I had not imagined that you would choose to defy me so soon. I am very disappointed in you Isabella. I need you to consent to this punishment Isabella. A verbal agreement if you will."
Do I want this? As Mr. Masen's submissive this will be my reality; my body will be his to do with as he sees fit. I know little concerning verbal agreements so I resign to put all my trust in Mr. Masen. My tears have dried up completely and I slowly nod my head, agreeing to his punishment.
Sir bends me over and begins to rub my ass. It feels wonderful and for a moment I forget that this intoxicating feeling will soon turn to pain. The room fills with the delicious noise of his hand coming down hard on my ass. I feel myself warm beneath his palm and I can't help but provocatively shake my ass before he rewards me with another hit.
"I will never do anything you cannot handle Bella," he says in a heavy voice as he hits my opposite cheek.
My ass is rubescent and feverish by the time Mr. Masen has finished using his twitching palm. Wetness is pooling between my legs, drenching my lace panties. Mr. Masen pulls me up into a standing position and turns me around so he can look me in the eye. His eyes contain unbridled passion as he looks upon me and I feel my entire body flush, warming up just like my ass.
"I want to ask you one more time Bella, do you consent to being punished?"
His voice is rich like dark chocolate and I bite back a quiet moan. I'm still keen, and surprised by how I yearn for this, I nod my head in agreement.
Mr. Masen rewards me with a tight smile. His eyes are shining with both mirth and ferocity, a mix that unnerves me as I stand before him. My nipples pucker under the thin fabric of my bra and my body is shaking in its rigid stance. Mr. Masen smirks before ambling toward the mysterious door. He returns with a black leather paddle in hand. Its size is daunting and I feel as if my body is deteriorating beneath my skin. I do my best to stand confident and tall as he saunters back toward me.
"Do you understand why I am punishing you Isabella," he sternly asks as he looks down at me.
Do I speak or am I meant to remain silent? I want to be Mr. Masen's good girl.
"You may answer me Isabella," Mr. Masen guides me.
"Because I disobeyed you sir," I answer in a clear but quiet voice, "because I went to the club."
"Yes, Isabella. You went to your job after I expressed a specific order for you to give it up. You agreed to this punishment Isabella. I will hit you ten times. If you are reaching your limit, express this by calling out the safe word 'yellow.' If you have reached your limit, the safe word is 'red.' This is a punishment Isabella. You are not meant to enjoy this. Nod if you understand."
I nod and Mr. Masen directs me to bend over the bed with my ass in the air. I gasp as he pulls down my panties and orders me to step out of them. I feel so incredibly exposed like this. I hold my breath in anticipation as I feel Mr. Masen warming up behind me. Mr. Masen asks me once more if I am ready, and I quickly affirm that I am. I want to move past this.
I cry out as the hard paddle comes down on my exposed ass. He holds nothing back and the first blow stings and a sharp pain quickly shoots down my legs. My knees almost buckle but I remain strong. The second hit shakes me to my core. I feel my ass begin to blister and tears prick my eyes. By the fourth hit my butt is becoming numb and my tears are flowing freely down my cheeks. The fifth hit has me feeling lost. I begin to revel in the pain, enjoying how freeing it is.
Usually I bottle my pain deep inside. Experiencing the pain I have kept so carefully at bay physically is quite liberating. Mr. Masen explained that I was not to enjoy this…but I find that I do. My pussy becomes wet and begins to drip down my legs by the sixth hit. I wait for the seventh but it does not come.
"This is a punishment Isabella." Mr. Masen reprimands me for hitting my "space," but I don't know what that means. "You are not to enjoy this. I can see how wet you are. Should I hit you harder?"
I gasp at the thought. Could I handle it? He hits me again and I suppress a groan. Tears fall but I no longer feel pain. I no longer feel desire but I am not repulsed by his strong hits either. After the tenth blow is finished I hear him drop the paddle by his feet. Mr. Masen pulls me into his arms and gently lies me on the bed.
He places an oddly tender kiss on my forehead before excusing himself from the room. I stare up at the dark ceiling and wipe my tears. I feel lighter than ever. It's as if the pain inside has finally come to the surface, I can finally see the evidence of it and I feel so incredibly alive.
Mr. Masen returns with a glass of lukewarm water, Advil, and a small container of cream. He instructs me to take the medicine and finish the glass before he has me lay on my stomach so he can liberally apply the fragrant free cream to my backside. His touch feels good, an amazing contrast from the harsh and unforgiving paddle.
"I would like for you to stay here tonight Isabella. That way I can keep an eye on you. Tomorrow we will discuss a contract." His voice is stern but his touch is soft.
He helps me up from the bed and hand in hand we exit the room.
"You should be very proud of yourself Isabella. You did incredibly well."
I flush with pride. I've pleased Sir. As he guides me upstairs, I can't help but wonder what lies beyond that mysterious door.
A/N: One important thing I want to stress is that Bella likes receiving pain just as much as Edward enjoys giving it. Some submissives are even "bratty" and do things on purpose to get punished. Also the "space" Edward was referring to is a "subspace." When your body overloads on adrenaline or endorphins you can reach a high that many call a "subspace." Because he was administering a punishment he didn't want Bella to reach this.