Shop Manager Finds That Elusive Orgasm, Discovering Her True Nature As A Pain Slut

Hey, I’m Kelly.

At 25 years old, I’m the manager of a small flower shop tucked away in a quaint seaside town in Devon. With my fiery red hair and slightly plump figure, I bring a vibrant energy to the business and the community around me. Despite the picturesque setting, running a busy little shop can sometimes feel lonely, especially when I’m single and pouring all my energy into making my floral creations blossom.

I haven’t had a partner for a couple of years now. Initially, I claimed it was due to a lack of time for a new relationship, but the truth is, I was scared. I can admit that now. My last boyfriend bailed the moment I brought up the idea of him spanking me. Despite what the internet and TV might suggest about everyone being into kinky stuff, unfortunately, that’s just not true. Most people still tend to run a mile when asked to participate.

You could say I’ve been grappling with some serious sexual frustration. It’s not for lack of trying—I’ve attempted to masturbate, but it’s like hitting a wall. Physically, I know what to do, but emotionally, it’s like there’s a disconnect. Climaxing feels out of reach, no matter how hard I try. It’s left me feeling perplexed and, to be honest, a bit disheartened.

In the past, I’ve had partners who were able to bring me to orgasm with their skilled fingers and the help of toys. Knowing that I’m capable of reaching climax with someone else’s touch only adds to my frustration. Yet, when it comes to pleasuring myself, I just can’t seem to make it happen. It’s like there’s a missing piece of the puzzle that I can’t quite find on my own.

I carried on with my daily routine, creating floral arrangements and experiencing a sense of detachment from everything else. Then, one day, my life underwent a profound transformation. That was the moment I discovered Master H and his website, Punishment South West. Oh fuck, could I finally get a spanking in a safe environment?

I asked Master H to visit me one lunchtime, my shop always closed for lunch at 1pm so that was when I arrange our meeting.

I was so fucking nervous when Master H walked in, at ten to one. He spun the sign from ‘open’ to ‘closed’ on the door and bolted it shut behind him. Fuck, this was it.

He turned to look at me and beckoned me out from behind the counter. I nervously walked over to him, fuckin’ clueless about what to do next.

“Are you ready, Kelly?” Master H asked, his tone kind yet firm.

“Yes,” I gasped in response, my breath uneven.

“Good girl, now I would like you to remove all your clothes,” he demanded of me.

I was shocked. “I thought we would go upstairs or out the back,” I whined.

He looked around the shop and gestured. “Here is good.”

I hesitated, unsure. If anyone glanced through the windows as they passed, they would be able to see right in, see me…

His sharp command broke through my thoughts. “Now, please.

I scrambled to follow his orders, hastily kicking off my trainers before stripping off my top and jeans.

“Put your trainers back on, then remove your underwear,” he stated firmly.

Sliding my trainers back on felt oddly surreal, especially since I was now standing there in just my bra and panties, but I obeyed his command without hesitation.

I undid my bra slowly, hesitating as I considered my next move, until Master H extended his hand. I relinquished the bra to him and then focused on sliding my panties down my legs. It was a bit of a struggle, especially with the snug fit of the small panties I had chosen that day. After finally managing to remove them, I felt a mix of relief and vulnerability. As I stood there, naked except for my trainers, Master H’s outstretched hand beckoned for the garments.

Good girl, he smiled again. sending more shivers through my body.

“Stay there,” he ordered, his voice firm as he scanned the shop.

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