Punished by the Dom: Stella's Submissiveness Challenge

Having agreed to an impulsive bet, Stella
finds her
self being Morgan's s
ubmissive for one week.

Morgan takes his time to introduce Stella to the pleasures of punishment
s
and rewards. He brings her to the most amazing climaxes she's ever enjoyed, but he also doesn't hesitate to punish her if h
e feels that she needs it
. This includes
spanking her, making her use an anal plug,
and
using her for rough oral sex
.

Stella and Morgan both find themselves having a great time with each other, but both do their best to hold back…

This is Part 2 of the Stella's Submissiveness Challenge Trilogy.
It follows Part 1, Provoking the Dom, but it can be read on its own.

When I woke up in the morning, the sun was streaming in through the window and my ass was sore.

I groaned out loud and rubbed my sore buttocks. The memory of last night's spanking came flooding back and I felt so embarrassed - I'd just let a man whom I barely knew spank me like I was his plaything, like he could just do whatever he wanted to me. And worst of all, I'd climaxed while I was being spanked! I wanted to die of shame as I remembered writhing under his hands and screaming with pleasure like a wanton slut.

How would I face Morgan this morning? I'd muster up as much dignity as I could, I decided.

I was naked under the sheet, and I remembered how Morgan had eyed my bare body, my breasts hanging loose, my pussy exposed and spread apart for him. I wanted to sink into the bed, to disappear completely. Somehow, during the events, I'd managed to block out the utter humiliation of it all, but now I wondered how I did it, how I managed to strip and abase myself for him.

Why had I agreed to go through this week? I wanted to kick myself for my silly crush on Morgan and the bet I'd just signed.

And then it hit me - I could just back out of the whole thing. We'd cancel the agreement, forget about the bet and go our separate ways. I'd given it a shot, and things didn't work out - I could survive without the $300,000 I'd get if I won the bet. My dignity was more important to me.

Having made up my mind, I got out of bed and took a hot shower. But as the water poured over me, I remembered how intense my two orgasms had been, how gentle Morgan had been when he'd massaged me, and how
expertly his fingers had brought me to my climax. I grinned despite myself - there was a definite upside to humiliation, and I hadn't thought to quit during the events, so maybe I should give things another try?

I'd see what Morgan had planned for me today, and then I'd decide.

I'd been instructed to stay naked for the week, so I covered myself up in a robe and headed downstairs. The smell of coffee was wafting up, and I saw Morgan sitting on a couch flicking through the TV.

I smiled. "Early morning cartoons?"

Morgan smiled back as I padded towards the kitchen, intent on grabbing some coffee and breakfast for myself. There were some Danishes laid out, and I grabbed two, plus a cup of steaming coffee.

"Actually," said Morgan, as I headed towards the couch, "I'm watching the casino floor from here. Look."

I watched as he clicked channels and we saw different parts of the casino. I knew Morgan was looking out for any signs of trouble, but I couldn't help rolling my eyes. "Seriously, can't you even take a day off?"

Morgan grinned at me and my stomach clenched. His chocolate eyes were sparkling and his smile was infectious.

"I'm the boss," he said, "But my work is fun."

I shook my head, not sure if I should feel jealous or sorry for him. I sat down and bit into my Danish, remembering how he'd fed me last night. He wasn't making any moves to feed me know, and I wondered if I felt disappointed.

"Mmm," I said, finishing my mouthful, and taking a sip of the dark brew, "So today's gonna be about work for you, not BDSM?"

Morgan slid closer to me and placed an arm gently on my shoulders. I felt the jolt of electricity travel all the way down my body, and he leaned in closer and whispered into my ear, "No such luck, baby."

As he removed his arm and slid back, I tried unsuccessfully to not blush. Morgan was looking at me with amusement and I tried to shrug nonchalantly, "Ok, so now what? You want to watch casino floor images while I kneel at your feet?"

Morgan roared with laughter, throwing his head back, and I grinned. I loved to watch him laugh, he looked so happy and carefree and his voice was deep.

He turned to me again and said, smiling, "You really don't have any idea of BDSM yet, do you?"

I sipped my coffee silently, and wondered what was really in store for me today. I was feeling relaxed and comfortable around him, but I knew that could change at any second, and I was prepared to try to cancel my bet and leave
as soon as
I felt uncomfortable.

Morgan switched off the TV and said, "I thought we'd take a bit of a break this morning."

I was surprised and it showed on my face. "How come?"

Morgan looked slightly concerned now, and he said, "Well, for one thing, you need to have breakfast. Second, I think you'll appreciate BDSM a bit more if we don't do things non-stop. But most importantly, I think we should discuss last night. I know this all new to you and you're probably scared or confused, and I think we should talk about what we're doing so you can actually relax and have fun."

I was caught off guard by his concern, and his desire to actually talk to me instead of just beating me senseless. I'd done some research on BDSM before entering into the bet, but I'd still gotten the impression that Doms were controlling, sadistic jerks and so far Morgan's behavior was surprising me.

I sipped my coffee and finished my Danish
es
silently. Morgan had turned around on the sofa so that he was half-facing me.

I knew he was waiting for me to say something, so I finally said, "I didn't like the way you just spanked me
, as if
I was your toy."

The corners of Morgan's lips went up slightly. "You seemed to like it at the time. If I recall correctly, you were very vocal in expressing how much you liked it."

I blushed furiously and said, "I wasn't thinking then. But now that I think about it, I think it's not right."

Morgan shook his head. "Why do you have to bring your pre-conceived notions about what's right and what's not into the bedroom? If you like something, if your body reacts well to it, why not just accept it?"

"The feminists would be turning in their graves."

Morgan was serious. "Enjoying a spanking doesn't make you less of a feminist. It probably makes you more of one, because you're breaking the shackles of what society says women should like. You're an adult, you're free to enjoy what turns you on. Why do you let people dictate what you should like in bed? You don't let them dicta
te what kind of foods you like."

I thought about what he'd said. It was true, in the cold light of day my spanking had seemed all wrong, but when it was happening I'd been turned on.

"I guess," I said slowly, "It's kind of like women
choosing
to be homemakers now, even though they're able to have careers. They choose to take care of their families because they want to, not because they're forced to."

"Exactly. It's all about what she really wants. Men and women are equal, but they'll always be different."

Aha! There it was. "But in BDSM, the sub isn't an equal, she has no power."

"Actually, the submissive is the one who's in control. The Dom has to act around her limits and what she wants or doesn't want. It's all about pleasing the sub."

I remembered my safe words, and the fact that Morgan had told me how to indicate if I was uncomfortable. And then I remembered the woman in the club again, how that look of pleasure had come across her face…

"This is too confusing for me now," I said slowly, "I'll have to think about it."

Morgan nodded. "I understand, it's a lot to take in, in one day.
Let's watch a movie."

"Sure."

His suggestion
had
surprised me, and I was even more surprised when he switched it on and "Singin' in the Rain" began.

Morgan laughed happily at my
astonishment
. "Mandy told me it was your favorite movie, so I arranged to watch it today."

I was taken aback. So he'd called Mandy to check what I liked, and then he'd gone to the trouble of arranging it? I shook my head, thinking that it was really too much to take in. I hadn't expected Morgan to be concerned about my reactions to BDSM, let alone be considerate enough to arrange for my favorite movie.

I moved closer to him and snuggled in, leaning my head against his shoulder.
Singin' in the Rain
is my "comfort movie," it's funny and light and perfect for times when I'm sad, confused or just have the flu. It seemed very appropriate for now, and as Morgan wrapped his arm around me, I felt how strong he was. He smelled of musk and cedar, and in between laughing at the antics of Don Lockwood and Cosmo Brown, I found myself wondering what the rest of the day would bring.

We followed up the movie by a long game of Scrabble. "I think your sexy ass needs a bit of a break before the next spanking," said Morgan, his eyes darkening with pleasure.

I blushed and looked down when I saw his thin smile, and wondered if he was serious. But I didn't want to ask, so we chatted about our lives and families and we formed words on the board. It all seemed so normal, and I found myself
actually enjoying the time
with Morgan. The thought occurred to me again that if only he hadn't been a Dominant, we might have been a normal couple.

My heart sank when the game finished and Morgan won. "I think it's time for your spanking now," he said, smiling cruelly, as he put the board away.

He grabbed my hand and led me up the stairs. "I plan to take you over my knee, this time."

I tried not to take Morgan's words too seriously as he led me the stairs. Take me over his knees? The images kept flashing into my mind unbidden, and it seemed like a strangely intimate position. But surely he was kidding.

When we got to my room, Morgan sat on the bed and I stood beside him. He was still holding my hand, and I wondered if he'd ask me to take off the robe and assume the position. I felt a bit of pride, remembering the look of desire in his eyes when I'd first assumed the kneeling position naked.

However, before I could ask anything, Morgan grabbed me and flipped me over so I was lying over his lap, face down, ass up.

"Morgan, what are you doing?"

I began to wriggle desperately, but he kept a hand on my waist and made sure I was pinned against him. As I squirmed and tried to stand up, he kept pressing me down. I felt his hardness pressing against my upper thigh, and I knew he was aroused, seeing my like this.

He was so strong and powerful, I struggled for a while but his arm pinned me in place. I smelled his musky, cedar-ey scent, and I realized how helpless I was.

"Morgan, please, let me go. I don't want this, not like this, please…"