She nodded, and her breathing steadied.
“Now, clothes off,all of them,and across my knee.”
Tristan sprawled in her computer chair like it was a throne and watched her undress. She was wearing just skimpy shorts and a tee-shirt, but her bra and panties were pink lace underneath.
Delightful.
She slid the lace over her skin, the edges of it dragging, and then stood in front of him and gazed at her feet with her hands clasped in front of her.
Tristan snagged a pencil from the desk and lifted her chin with the eraser end. “Chin up, looking forward or only slightly down and to the side, and cross your wrists behind your back.”
She moved her hands, exposing the softness of her breasts and the curve of her waist. Then her hands moved behind her back, pulling her shoulders back and lifting her breasts.
Even more delightful.
“Good. Across my lap now.”
She gingerly arranged herself over his spread knees, her naked body sliding over his clothes.
Oh, the torture of restraint. Who was punishing whom here?
Tristan said, “I told you last time I gave you a spanking that I would love to see your pretty ass paddled pink and sore, until you looked up at me with weepy eyes. And here we are, princess. I warned you. I guess it’s going to take you several punishments to learn to be my good girl.”
Her dark hair slid over her bare shoulders as she nodded. “Yes, please.”
Well, that was interesting.
To begin, he palmed the soft globes of her ass, massaging and tickling between her legs just enough to keep her interested. Then he started the spanking with a few of his hardest swats, his hand open and flat as he cracked his palm on the skin of her derriere.
She whimpered and squirmed on his lap with each spank, her voluptuous breasts and stomach rubbing on his trousers and dick.
Every wiggle of her body on his groin aroused him, and he began to see the attraction of being a brat tamer.
Constant provocation wasnotTristan’s thing, though. The tender, quiet devotion of a Dom and a little was more interesting for him.
After a few hard, sharp blows that left pink handprints on Colleen’s skin and her breath caught between each tiny cry, he dialed back his power by half.
The point of starting hard and then lightening each stroke was to make each succeeding swat hurtlesscompared to how it began. People can take a lot of punishment that way because it’slessthan it was, and subs usually viewed stamina as a source of pride. Some submissives saw punishment as beating the wrong parts out of them. Some thought of it as an almost religious sacrifice if their Dom was a sadist.
If you wanted to torture someone, you started light and increased the power of each blow so that each hit was the worst one, and they feared the increasing pain. Only a true masochist liked that.
He kept it at the half-level for a bit, spanking her rear until every inch of her ass and the tops of her thighs was a luscious dark pink, marking her skin ashis.And he delved between her legs to caress her clit or slip his finger inside her a few times, bringing heralmostto the point of climax.
And then he stopped and spanked herhard, turning her stifled moans to pitiful whimpers again.
If she required more punishments, he might eventually be able to make her come just with spanking. His head spun from the idea, and he inhaled hard through his nose and swatted her again.
She wiggled with every slap, her naked flesh separated from his dick only by fabric. The tension was becoming unbearable.
“Enough.” He shoved her off his lap, and she flailed and fell to the floor to crouch at his feet. As he unbuckled his belt, he said, “On your knees.”
Colleen scrambled to her knees. Faint black rivulets of mascara traced where the tears had smeared her cheeks.
Tristan growled as he retrieved a condom from his briefcase, “Do you remember the hand signal for your safe words?”
Colleen looked away like she was embarrassed, and she twiddled her earlobes with her fingers before grabbing her hands behind her back.
He unzipped his fly and flopped his cock out, slapping the condom on and angling it at her lips. Then, with his thumb, he pushed on her chin, opening her mouth.
