Winning the Blonde Goddess Ch. 01

I unfastened my belt and unsnapped my pants. It didn't take long to strip entirely naked and Darya stared inhospitably at me the entire time. It was the sort of look a strict choreographer gives a dancer as they evaluate the dancer's performance, and inspect it for flaws.

When my clothes were all discarded, and I stood utterly naked before Darya, it was the first time she'd ever seen me without pubic hair. Darya reached out with one hand and cupped my balls, then stroked her fingertips across the recently shaved flesh just above my cock. I somehow felt more vulnerable and exposed now that I was bereft of pubic hair. It was like I was somehow more naked than naked.

"I like this," Darya said as she stroked my newly denuded flesh, "You should keep smooth and hairless like this always. I know place in town that does waxing. They can keep you smooth for weeks. I will take you some evening, after rehearsals."

"Okay," I said, acquiescently, agreeing to cooperate with her idea.

"Okay, Mistress," Darya said, correcting me, "During this time period; while I am testing your ability to be humble and submissive, you must address me by the honorific, Mistress."

"Yes, Mistress," I replied, attempting to sound as amenable and compliment as I could manage.

"You are learning," Darya said encouragingly, "This is promising. I think there is hope for you. Also, you seem to enjoy being my submissive pretty-boy."

As she said it, she stroked one fingertip gently across the underside of my cock. I was swollen and painfully erect at the time, so it would have been pointless for me to deny the fact that I was sexually aroused. Women can hide their sexual arousal far easier than men can. When men are sexually aroused, their cocks make their arousal exceedingly obvious for anybody who bothers to look in the general direction of their crotch.

I felt my face grow feverishly hot, and I knew that I must be blushing with embarrassment. If anything, I was even more surprised than Darya at how sexually excited I had become. Then, after a beat or two, I responded, "Yes, Mistress."

Darya made barely a whisper of a sound as she stepped away from me and sat down on a leather-upholstered ottoman. Then she looked me over, and said, "Now Scott, I need you to lie across my lap, face down. I am going to spank that firm, boyish bottom of yours."

For a few seconds I was so stunned that I was unable to react. I was still adjusting to this new dynamic with Darya, where she was stern and dominating, and I was servile and obedient. I had very little idea what such a dynamic would entail, however, I hardly suspected that it would ever entail me going across Darya's lap for a spanking.

"But, what have I done, Mistress?" I asked softly, when I was able to react at all to her words.

"Scott, you have not done anything wrong," Darya replied, still sitting, looking graceful and imperious, 'however, I have long wanted to have the pleasure of spanking a pretty boy like you. Male dancers have such exquisite buttocks. I see dancers like you every day, with your perfectly-sculpted buttocks in skintight spandex, and I want to spank them until they're red. However, I never thought I would have the opportunity to spank a dancer until one of them claimed he wanted to prove to me how humble and obedient he could be."

I had been stunned at first, but after mulling it over for a few seconds it made sense. Darya was one of those people who had fantasies about spanking people. I had heard of people like that before, but I never imagined that Darya was one of them. Would I have promised to show Darya how humble and self-sacrificing I could be if I had known she was into spanking?

Maybe.

I wasn't really sure, but now that I had promised; and now that I was already naked and aroused; while Darya sat on an ottoman and waited for me to drape myself over her lap, I felt a delicious thrill at the thought of allowing her to abuse my buttocks and spank them until they were red and stinging.

Once I'd made my decision, I gracefully positioned myself across Darya's lap, feeling the fabric of Darya's jeans on my naked flesh as I placed my hands on the floor and placed most of my body weight on her thighs. My bottom was raised up and indecently on display. This was a very intimate position, something I'm sure Darya was very aware of. She had said that she'd fantasized about spanking a dancer like me for some time now. Obviously, if this was something she had fantasized about, she would want my bottom on display as much as possible. It would be difficult for my bottom to be any more on display than it was just then.

"I adore this," Darya said as her fingertips explored my buttocks, "Your bottom looks exquisite when you're wearing spandex tights and you're doing pirouettes, however it looks even more delicious when you're naked and your bottom is raised up and vulnerable. It's like you are offering it up to me, like a virgin sacrifice. I may do whatever I wish to it."

Her fingertips began at the divide where the bottom of my buttocks met the tops of my thighs. She traced lines across that area, caressing the undersides of my buttocks before probing the tight furrow between my bare cheeks. Lying naked across Darya's lap, making my bottom vulnerable to her was a very debasing and humiliating pose, but I found myself getting a wicked sort of sexual thrill from being in that vulnerable and humiliating pose. Did this make me some sort of sexual deviant?

I didn't know, and I didn't care. I was enjoying myself too much. I was twenty-two years old and single. If I couldn't indulge in depraved sexual activity at this magical time of my youth, when could I?

"Arch your back and flex your legs," Darya said, "Lift your buttocks up higher. It will look sexier that way."

I did exactly what Darya asked, flexing my legs and arching my back. I wondered exactly what my naked hindquarters looked like from her perspective. Then I wondered how much longer I would have to wait until she began to spank my innocent, bare bottom. I didn't have long to wonder.

I held that position for perhaps a second or two, then Darya's hand cracked down on my unprotected bottom with amazing force, and I bit back on a gasp of surprise and pain. I had an extraordinarily high tolerance for pain. All ballet dancers do. Rehearsals are grueling and force you to push your body to its limits, and quite often beyond. I had years of dealing with throbbing-sore muscles and dance-related injuries, so I assumed that it would be no challenge for me to endure the pain of an over the knee spanking.

It turns out I was wrong.

Darya's hands had some sort of special talent at inflicting stinging pain on my bare flesh. I recoiled from every sharp, punishing blow, and each blow stung my innocent flesh more than the blow that preceded it. I kicked my legs in a fruitless and ineffectual attempt to deal with the constant smarting blows from Darya's vicious right hand.

The stinging pain doubled and redoubled as the gorgeous ballerina spanked my poor buttocks with a sort of ingenious cruelty that I'd never expected possible.

"Come on now, Scott," Darya admonished me, "I gave you very clear instructions. You were told to arch your back and flex those beautiful muscles in your long, sexy legs. I did not tell you to squirm and flop around like a spastic spider."

Obediently I arched my back and raised my bottom for Darya. The spanking stung far worse than I had ever expected it could, however, it somehow seemed right and proper that Darya would treat me like this. It was like I had some sort of deep-seated, previously hidden feelings that I somehow deserved this. Even today, I have no logical explanation for why I should feel that way, but lying naked across Darya's lap and being cruelly punished by her somehow felt natural.

I attempted to hold still and arch my back for Darya, however the pain kept overwhelming me, and my self-discipline kept failing me. Over and over, I ended up writhing across Darya's lap and uncontrollably kicking my bare legs.

After many failed attempts, I finally managed to rally and exerted a heroic amount of self-control, and held the position Darya demanded of me, despite the red-hot, stinging pain being cruelly inflicted on my bare flesh.

"Very good, Scott," said Darya encouragingly, "I am very happy with you right now."

Then, Darya began to spank the delicious territory where the backs of my thighs met up with the curve of my buttocks. I was much more sensitive there, and the cracks of her hand stung much more vividly. It was intense and agonizing, but I wanted to pass this test, and win Darya's approval. My bottom was a turmoil of scalding pain, but Darya wanted me to endure it without complaint or squirming, so I forced my body to remain still while Darya abused it.

My vision became blurred and my face became soaking wet with tears, but I held position for Darya until her hand became so sore that she had to quit.

"I am impressed, Scott," I heard her say over the sound of my own miserable sobbing, "You have shown a great deal of self-control and obedience. You have successfully passed the first tests."

My bottom was throbbing with pain, and I was soaked in sweat. The first of Darya's tests had left me feeling drained and exhausted. I knew that there were eleven more tests that I would have to pass, and I wondered if I were truly up to the challenge.