Only this one is meant for causing pain.
I slap it against my palm and the sting barely registers.
“Good.” Piper smiles up at me. “You’re a natural. Always use the flat side, never the edge.”
I nod. “Makes sense.”
“Impact play can be a lot of fun when done correctly, but it’s important that you know where to strike.”
She turns to show me the correct location on her ass and thighs, and I sear the knowledge into my brain. I still don’t know if I can do this, but I sure as shit don’t want to hurt her by mistake.
“We’ll need a safe word.” At my puzzled expression, she elaborates. “I don’t imagine we’ll use it since we’re just starting out, but it’s better to do it right from the start. My safe word is Pineapple. That’s how I’ll let you know if I’m feeling uncomfortable or if I want to stop, okay?”
“Pineapple?” I chuckle. “Definitely didn’t see that coming.”
She grins. “They’re sweet and juicy, just like me.”
“That they are.”
She glances at the paddle in my hand. “Would you like to try it on me?”
I grip the handle tight, feeling the weight of it. No way am I going to use this thing on her until I know how it feels and how to use it correctly.
“I think… I think I’d like you to use it on me first.”
Her lips curl into a sultry smile. “Do you have a safe word?”
“Cherry.”
Without another word, she takes the paddle from my hand and slaps it against her palm in warning. “Brace your hands on the bed.”
I do as I’m told, and she slides my pants down to mid-thigh. My dick is stabbing me in the gut and holy shit, is she going to slap my balls with that paddle?
I shudder at the thought.
“Relax, baby.” She caresses my ass cheeks, her touch featherlight as she strokes and massages. It’s a new, but not unwelcome sensation. “Do you trust me?”
“With my life.”
Piper might want a little spice in the bedroom, but I know she’d never intentionally hurt me.
She swings the paddle, but it doesn’t crack against my ass. It’s more like a gentle slap and after the light touches, it feels…good.
Erotic, even.
She does it again, harder and higher this time, and pleasure radiates from the point of impact.
The third strike is harder still, but she chooses a new spot, and my balls tighten in anticipation.
“Should I keep going or would you like to give it a try?” she purrs.
“I’d like to try.” I move to straighten, but she places a hand on my lower back, pinning me in place. “I’m not done with you yet.”
She massages my flesh where the paddle struck, making it clear this is an important part of the process. When she finally pulls my pants back up, I’m desperate to get my hands on her.
I lower my mouth to hers, kissing her slow and deep, our tongues doing a familiar dance.
When we finally break apart, her lips are red and swollen, but she’s smiling. “How do you want me?”
