He paused in front of her, and then an amused look crept across his face, “Things you go over before you play?”
She nodded emphatically, her trepidation relieved now that the ball was back in her court.
“You’re the pushiest submissive I’ve ever met.” His eyes danced with mirth and he leaned in close to her. “Also, I’m not playing.”
She wanted to jump back, his hot breathe on her ear making her shiver.
“I’ll find your limits, and then I’ll push them.” He stepped in a circle around her, making her feel caged in. “You may choose a safeword, but I doubt you’ll use it.”
“Plankton,” she whispered.
“Fine,” he said and nodded. “Pants, now.” He gestured for her to hurry up. “Or I can go back for that nice wooden paddle I saw before.”
She swore she could see him laughing as her hands flew to the front of her jeans, fumbling with the button. She tried to remind herself to breathe. She pushed them down to her knees and shuffled a step closer to the bench so she was right up next to it.
“Good girl. Now kneel on the seat and drape yourself over the top.”
She knew what to do; she had used the bench before. All in good fun though. She looked at the piece that had always brought her so much pleasure and wondered how this session would leave her feeling. She looked back up at him, appealing to him with her eyes, but he only motioned for her to get on with it.
With a resigned sigh, she placed herself over the top. Her knees held closely together by the jeans bunched around them, at least she still had the slight protection of her little lacy panties.
She reached her hands down the front to the padded seat on the other side. Jake circled around to the front and lifted her chin with a soft touch of his hand, and she focused her gaze on his kind face.
“Coral, I’m not going to go easy on you. I think you knowas well as the rest of us that your distracted behavior has to stop.”
She thought for a second about arguing, but then decided she wasn’t in a good position to argue.
“The next time you end up putting yourself in harm’s way, that includes neglecting your responsibilities because you’re distracted or running out into a blizzard wearing a sweatshirt, I want you to remember this punishment. And that from now on, there will be more to come.”
From who?
Jake fingered a leather cuff on the front of the bench. “Do I need to restrain you? Or can I trust you to keep yourself in place?”
“No, I don’t like restraints” she said, “I can stay in place. Please, leave my hands free.”
He ran his thumb back and forth across her cheek and smiled at her. “Of course. Just keep your hands forward and we won’t have a problem. Are you ready to begin?”
She nodded her head, but when he just stood there in front of her, she realized he wanted an answer. “Yes, sir.”
“Much better.” He smiled and then disappeared from her view.
His hand felt warm on her naked lower back. Her shirt had skimmed up when she laid herself down, so her back was exposed. A shiver went up her spine as his hand found the top of her panties.
“You’re already such a nice, rosy pink,” he commented, and then he slid her panties down to meet her jeans.
She stiffened, and his hand came up to her back again. He stroked up and down at a soothing pace.
“It’s alright, Coral. But if you’re getting a punishment, there will be nothing between you and me. Not even this scrap of lace that passes as underwear.”
She cringed as his arm wrapped around her waist, liftingher up, while his other hand pushed the panties and jeans down all the way to her ankles. Then he tapped her inner thigh, signaling her to take her legs further apart. She sucked in a breath as she complied.
“Now don’t forget to breathe,” he said.
She let her breath out again. He had her in such knots she couldn’t remember that simple task. Isn’t that why she found herself down here all the time? She craved the discipline, a punishment for some imagined infraction she made up in her mind. She would wander down here on a slow day, when the dungeon wasn’t so busy, and find herself a willing dom to spank her or whip her. To be at his mercy until he saw fit that she was thoroughly punished.
Only it was never real. They were both playing roles. She found what she craved, and it helped to still her mind for a short period of time. But she found the craving coming back more frequently and stronger still.
Now, here she was, bent over the spanking bench, her ass offered up to a man who believed she really should be punished. Not for an imagined infraction, but a real life screw up. The enormity of the situation made her legs quake.
