Needing this (Pt II)
She gapes at him, wide eyed, her bottom throbbing, her panties sliding down to her knees. "Y,y,yes Sir."
He nods, moving to the chair at the center of the room and sits down, looking at her expectantly. "Good, then let's begin. Come over here, Naughty One. Stop gaping at me and come here." Trembling, she does as she is told.
"Yes, right here. Stand there and put your hands at your sides and stop fidgeting. Yes, like that. Turn around. Yes, turn around and face the wall."
She hears him moving around the room, moving furniture, opening and closing the bag that he brought with him and she struggles to stay still when she hears him approach.
She feels his presence behind her and sucks in a quick breath as his hand moves up under her skirt and cups her bottom. His voice is in her ear and she trembles when he speaks. "Dont ever forget that you are mine, Naughty One. You belong to me and you will please me."
He squeezes her sore cheeks hard enough to make her wimper, before lifting her skirt and pinning it up high, exposing her well spanked bottom. His hands drift over her sore cheeks and then down to her thighs, checking his work, making her shiver and blush with embarassment. He tugs on her panties, pulling them down to her ankles. "Lift your foot, these will need to come off." Her heart stops. Off??? Her head spins and her mouth goes dry, as he pulls them off and leaves them in a pile on the floor.
He puts his hand on her back and pushes her forward until she is close to the wall. "What was it again that you said in your email? Push your limits, did you say?"His voice is steely and teasing at the same time. He pulls the blindfold out of his pocket and slips it down over her eyes."Push your limits, hmmm?" He taunts her, tying it tightly. She shakes violently and her heart races, the fear trickling down the back of her neck.
She is breathing shallowly, trying to guess where he is, trying to guess what he is going to do next. His voice comes from behind her, and she turns toward the sound. She hears the sound of fabric against wood as he sits in the chair. "Move your feet apart, thats right. Farther apart. No, that isnt enough, I want them farther apart. I said apart, Young Lady, do I need to come over and do it for you? Yes, like that. Now I want you to lean forward and find the wall. No! Do not move your feet! I want you leaning forward against the wall, plant your hands flat."
He looks at her, blindfolded, leaning forward, her hands pressed against the wall, her bottom and thighs in position and exposed. He lets her stay like that, enjoying watching her as she struggles to stay still. Several long minutes pass before he finally gets up and gets his bag. He pulls out restraints, various implements; he moves the chair out of the way and positions the pillows on the bed.
Finally, he looks at the implements laid out on the table. His fingers touch the hairbrush that she brought. The cherry colored handle and the black bristles.He smiles, knowing how much she hates it, and yet she never fails to bring it when she comes to see him. He moves to the leather paddle, soft and supple, and he strokes the dark handle for a moment before running his fingers lightly over the nursery cane, thin and whippy. And then the wooden paddle he used on her bottom already that day, that wicked paddle. His gaze finally moves to the well worn leather belt, and he reaches down to pick it up. It looks like it was created for the sole purpose of whipping a naughty girl's bottom. His naughty girl's bottom.
He glances at his watch, they have plenty of time. A couple of hours of play. They both need it. It has been a while since they had a good, hard spanking session.
He unbuttons the buttons on his cuffs, and after rolling up his sleeves, he picks up the hairbrush and sticks it in his trouser pocket. Doubling the belt over slowly, and wrapping the buckle in the palm of his hand, he lets the leather loop dangle as he moves back across the room, a faint smile crossing his lips as he notices her body stiffen at the sound of his approach.
"Now lets see what we can do about testing those limits, shall we?"
to be continued........
He nods, moving to the chair at the center of the room and sits down, looking at her expectantly. "Good, then let's begin. Come over here, Naughty One. Stop gaping at me and come here." Trembling, she does as she is told.
"Yes, right here. Stand there and put your hands at your sides and stop fidgeting. Yes, like that. Turn around. Yes, turn around and face the wall."
She hears him moving around the room, moving furniture, opening and closing the bag that he brought with him and she struggles to stay still when she hears him approach.
She feels his presence behind her and sucks in a quick breath as his hand moves up under her skirt and cups her bottom. His voice is in her ear and she trembles when he speaks. "Dont ever forget that you are mine, Naughty One. You belong to me and you will please me."
He squeezes her sore cheeks hard enough to make her wimper, before lifting her skirt and pinning it up high, exposing her well spanked bottom. His hands drift over her sore cheeks and then down to her thighs, checking his work, making her shiver and blush with embarassment. He tugs on her panties, pulling them down to her ankles. "Lift your foot, these will need to come off." Her heart stops. Off??? Her head spins and her mouth goes dry, as he pulls them off and leaves them in a pile on the floor.
He puts his hand on her back and pushes her forward until she is close to the wall. "What was it again that you said in your email? Push your limits, did you say?"His voice is steely and teasing at the same time. He pulls the blindfold out of his pocket and slips it down over her eyes."Push your limits, hmmm?" He taunts her, tying it tightly. She shakes violently and her heart races, the fear trickling down the back of her neck.
She is breathing shallowly, trying to guess where he is, trying to guess what he is going to do next. His voice comes from behind her, and she turns toward the sound. She hears the sound of fabric against wood as he sits in the chair. "Move your feet apart, thats right. Farther apart. No, that isnt enough, I want them farther apart. I said apart, Young Lady, do I need to come over and do it for you? Yes, like that. Now I want you to lean forward and find the wall. No! Do not move your feet! I want you leaning forward against the wall, plant your hands flat."
He looks at her, blindfolded, leaning forward, her hands pressed against the wall, her bottom and thighs in position and exposed. He lets her stay like that, enjoying watching her as she struggles to stay still. Several long minutes pass before he finally gets up and gets his bag. He pulls out restraints, various implements; he moves the chair out of the way and positions the pillows on the bed.
Finally, he looks at the implements laid out on the table. His fingers touch the hairbrush that she brought. The cherry colored handle and the black bristles.He smiles, knowing how much she hates it, and yet she never fails to bring it when she comes to see him. He moves to the leather paddle, soft and supple, and he strokes the dark handle for a moment before running his fingers lightly over the nursery cane, thin and whippy. And then the wooden paddle he used on her bottom already that day, that wicked paddle. His gaze finally moves to the well worn leather belt, and he reaches down to pick it up. It looks like it was created for the sole purpose of whipping a naughty girl's bottom. His naughty girl's bottom.
He glances at his watch, they have plenty of time. A couple of hours of play. They both need it. It has been a while since they had a good, hard spanking session.
He unbuttons the buttons on his cuffs, and after rolling up his sleeves, he picks up the hairbrush and sticks it in his trouser pocket. Doubling the belt over slowly, and wrapping the buckle in the palm of his hand, he lets the leather loop dangle as he moves back across the room, a faint smile crossing his lips as he notices her body stiffen at the sound of his approach.
"Now lets see what we can do about testing those limits, shall we?"
to be continued........