<i>Smack.</i><br/><br/>His hand came down harder than she had expected and Nadia jerked from the impact as the stinging heat settled into her skin. His hand cupped her ass again, groping her and holding her body tighter to his own. Her cheeks darkened, shocked to feel herself responding to what was happening. It wasn't the pain, I mean, it didn't even really hurt that bad to begin with, and pain had never been a turn on before. Why was this exciting her?<br/><br/>Carl's lips brushed her ear as he whispered to her and she very nearly tried to jerk away from him. No, she was going to see this through. Her grip tightened on the edge of the table, locking herself in place.<br/><br/><i>Smack.</i><br/><br/>His left hand came down against her and she yelped in surprise, her body jerking again from the impact, rubbing her sensitive nipples against his chest and her leg against what felt like a growing bulge. She sucked in a breath and shivered in his arms. Knowing he was being turned on by this sent a wild thrill through Nadia. Her head drooped forward to rest against Carl's shoulder. His excitement fueled her own and made it even more difficult for her to understand why she was liking this in the first place. She flinched in his arms at the sound of a belt meeting flesh, but she refused to look around and see what was happening.<br/><br/>He whispered to her again and bit at her earlobe. Nadia jerked her head to the side in an effort to escape him. What he was doing to her felt good and for some reason, that pissed her off. "Fuck you," she whispered breathlessly, completely undaunted by his threat of being rough with her. "You don't have it in you to be rough enough to actually hurt me." The challenge left her lips before she could stop it, but once it was said, there was no taking it back.<br/><br/><i>Smack.</i><br/><br/>She nearly came up onto her toes as her body jerked hard. He'd meant that one. He was getting serious about this. Nadia found herself panting, her heart racing, but still.. she was not going to yell. She would not cry out. That satisfaction was not going to be his. Her grip tightened on the table, steeling herself for the next impact... and then he was whispering in her ear.<br/><br/><i>"That's it, you can enjoy your punishment, you enjoy being mine,"</i>his words seared her and Nadia felt a tremor travel through her body. His tongue traced her ear and Nadia bit at his neck threateningly, just a small pinch from her teeth to warn him off. She had never been this worked up in her life and she couldn't even explain why it was happening.<br/><br/><i>Smack.</i><br/><br/>She grunted in pain, shutting her eyes and biting into her bottom lip. Each time he hit her, he got more serious about what he was doing, and it was really making her ass start to ache. She was just starting to relax again when he told her that her underwear was in his way. Her entire body went rigid.<br/><br/>"If you so much as touch them -" she barely got the words out, and then her boy-shorts were pulled half way down her thighs and left there. Fear, embarrassment, shame, anger... she wasn't certain what she felt more of. She knew anyone paying attention could have already made out some of the tattoo on her inner left thigh.. but now her lower back and ass was not only completely bare before them, but Carl was happily putting her on display for them to enjoy. Anyone could see the thick black lines and dark roses that tracked over her hip and up her side to vanish under her shirt. She was proud of the piece, but knowing that part of herself had been so thoroughly revealed without even the smallest chance to choose not to made her realize just how powerless she was right now. She was completely at Carl's mercy, vulnerable to his whims.<br/><br/>Her already damp slit, completely devoid of hair, only became wetter as the realization settled in. That's what it was, loosing control. She was in control of everything. Herself, her world, her friends, her classes... her choices dictated her world, kept it orderly and neat and well within her power to manipulate or change. He had taken that away from her... and... she felt free. It was strange, but trapped in his arms, being put on display for the others, with no way out and Carl making all the choices... she was completely free to just... enjoy the moment and not control it.<br/><br/>He asked if she was ready for the next four, and Nadia bit him again. She wasn't just ready for them, she wanted them. She clutched at the table to keep herself from running. She couldn't hide that she enjoyed this, not with her slit wet and exposed to them all... but she wasn't just going to give in, not now. This was half way done. If she kept herself quite for four more smacks, she could walk away from this feeling like she had won.<br/><br/>"Try to hit a little harder," she taunted him, forcing the pleasure out of her voice to sound bored and distracted. "I'm starting to think you're not really interested in this." Part of her hoped he would rise to it and actually make it hard for her. If she could take everything he had and not cry out... who wouldn't call that a victory?