No, obviously

I was naked from head to toe and had my bottom beat red. How was I supposed to relax?

“No, master. I don’t think I can be.” I spoke truthfully since it didn’t seem to matter.

“More questions?” He asked as he stared into my eyes. He had stripped me but didn’t seem to want to look at my body. What did he even want?

There was only one question that I had in mind but it was the scariest question I could think of. Having a definitive answer could be worse if it didn’t go my way.

“Are you going to **** me?” I asked with tears in my eyes again.

He seemed shocked by the question but then steeled himself.

“I can’t **** you, you’re my property...”

I didn’t wait for him to finish as I fell to the floor on my side and held myself imagining what he planned to do. He crouched down and rubbed my bare ribs. I don’t wanted to **** his hand away because I didn’t want to cause his anger though I wished he wouldn’t touch me. I realized laying on my side he could now look down and see my round red ass, my wet pussy and even my butthole but he didn’t.

“...That said, I won’t **** myself upon you. You’ll give yourself willingly in time or at least as willingly as a **** can. You’ll come to enjoy this. I’ve seen girls like you before and I see the wetness between your legs. You think you’ve lost your freedom but in a way you’ve never really known it until now. You’ll get to experience life in a way that no one else really gets to. Now why don’t you just relax?”

I looked up at him. He commented on my wetness and seemed to think I would willingly have sex with him, a man, when I didn’t like men. That I would like being this naked thing, that wasn’t even a person, that I wouldn’t miss my freedom or my clothes or... my wife.

“I can’t!” I screamed. I held myself tighter.

He shook his head and picked me up off the ground by my arm and dragged me to the chair. I followed, dragged, as my bare feet offered no traction and no real resistance. My tits flopping and the wetness dripping further down my legs as steps spread it further.

He pulled me over his knee again and my shouting or my inability to relax had apparently been grounds to hurt me again. This time time I was naked, and his rough suit pants scratched against my sensitive tummy and my bare already red ass was exposed as well as my pussy as I couldn’t even bring myself to clamp my legs together. My breasts hung over his other knee and my erect nipples pointed down to what was once my living room floor.

“This is for your own good.” He said as I felt a spank this time on my bare-ass. A clothed stranger was touching my bare butt. Spanking it, hitting both cheeks and I could only scream as the pain shot through me. He went again, and I screamed at the violation and pain of it all. He kept going as the tears ran down my cheeks. He hit me again and again and again. Each time my scream got a little quieter as the tears gave way to just me blubbering and whimpering. I was waiting for him to be done. Waiting until he was satisfied. I whimpered as he got to spank 25 or so and the pain was so much I didn’t even think I really felt it anymore. My pussy was soaked as I felt my cheeks jiggle for him over and over in between smacks. He was probably going to be mad I stained his pants with my juices. He was going to see that as confirmation that I would eventually enjoy this. He kept going and I didn’t even whimper anymore.

When I stopped whimpering and it was just tears he stopped, I guessed I had taken somewhere around forty spanks that time to go with forty or so spanks before and this time all on my bare ass that this stranger felt he could touch. As he let go he patted me on the bottom and I took that as a signal to stand up so I did. My stomach and the bottom of my breasts felt irritated from his pants but I felt slightly more at peace like by taking away my fight he took away some of the pain and anger.

“Feel better?” He asked.

He spoke with such familiarity of me and my feelings and the fact that he knew that I was actually feeling better felt even worse.

“Yes, master. Thank you, master.”

I didn’t even bother to rub my ass. It was on fire and in agony but it took my mind off everything else.

“Are you relaxed?”

I still wasn’t the willing participant he thought I would be but I was actually closer to okay.

“Moreso now, master.”

He grinned a little. I still didn’t understand him at all but I guessed I had the rest of my life to figure it out.

I spend a lot of time thinking about that day. How it all started and I usually just freeze. Meeting my master had been so overwhelming and that didn’t even cover his family who I met a little bit later.