DSP-- Story: Pushing The Limits

The battle raged on. She had given consent long ago, but in her soul she had to feel as if she hadn't.
Taking one more stroke than she felt she could take, or five, or ten, just so that it would keep it out of her control. If she ever felt she
had control over any of it, the illusion would be shattered and none of it would work for her anymore. So she pushed her limits, and kept it out of her hands.

He whipped her bare ass hard with his belt, and she could barely stand it, but she refused to safeword. She never safeworded, couldn't consider it, though he didn't know that. He knew she liked it hard, and she did, but even when she thought she had reached her limits, she wouldn't give in. If she was going to do this, she was going to do it right.

It never ended when she wanted, only when he'd decided she'd had enough. Her ass would be a mass of lines and welts, sometimes bruises by then, and she would wear them proudly, admiring them in the mirror whenever she got the chance: badges of honor. She didn't have any permanent marks, though sometimes she was surprised at that, as hard as he went at it with the cane or the belt at times. The illusion remained intact, and she'd almost forgotten the consent that she'd given. He spanked her as punishment often, even when she felt she shouldn't be, but that was out of her hands, and she would be penitant afterwards.

The one drawback was that she had also never cried from a spanking. She wanted to, wanted the release that would render her clean once again. She couldn't ask for it though, because then it would be her choice. A nasty Catch-22 that she longed to break.

During a long session one day, having endured his hand and belt, and finally the cane, she was near exhaustion from bearing up under the barrage. He'd gone far beyond his usual number of strokes with each implement, and she'd lost count long before. She felt she'd been spanked, whipped, and caned the entire day. She was gasping and straining against the blows, until she thought she would faint.

"Say it, dammit," she heard him yell through the mist of her pain. "I know what you need, now say it!"

Feeling the fight drain from her, she moaned, and finally broke. "RED," she screamed, half disgusted with herself for giving in.

It was then that she felt the dam break, and the tears come. Great long sobs that went on and on. She barely felt him lay down beside her and take her into his arms, but when she felt his chest against her cheek, she melted into him. She cried softly then, knowing that giving in wasn't the end of the world.