“Uhm, Sir.” I lifted my right foot, and it connected with something hard. “Oh, I’m sorry.”
Why was he still kneeling? A vision of my exposed backside flashed in my brain. I smiled and wiggled my ass.
“Don’t move.” His voice took on a sexy gruffness I hadn’t heard before. “I just want to look at you for a minute, darlin.”
My exposed backside had rendered him momentarily catatonic. “Sorry, Sir.”
“No, you’re not.” He chuckled, but it got him moving. Doors and drawers opened and closed. My hearing became so acute while blindfolded. The sweet vanilla air in the room made my head spin. All my senses were on high alert, but I craved his touch so bad it hurt.
He returned to the bench and settled his splayed hands across my back. I exhaled.
“You ready, Lucinda?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“What’s your safeword?” He fingers trailed up my back and made my pussy throb.
“Yellow to slow down, red to stop.” It took some effort not to move into his touch. He ran two fingers down my spine to the top of my ass and down the crack an inch. My shivers were involuntary. He didn’t call me on them.
“I’m going to warm you up with my hand and then ten swats with the paddle and your punishment will be complete.” He patted my ass with his open hand. “Any questions?”
“No, Sir. No questions.”
“What are you being punished for?” He brushed up against the back of my legs with his muscular thigh. I shuddered.
“For suggesting we expand on our agreed-upon scene?” My answer came out as a question.
“Are you sure?” His fingers tapped one at a time against my lower back.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Okay.” The amusement in his voice made me smile. “Let’s begin.”
He laid a smack to each cheek. Not enough to hurt, but it left a nice sting, and it warmed me up all right, but not in the way it was supposed to. My insides buzzed with a strange energy.
He continued in a rhythmic pattern, his whole hand landing on my flesh. The smacking created a symphony. His hand grew heavy and his smacks firmer. I added my own grunts and groans to the melody.
He paused for a minute and picked up the paddle. He gave me no warning before it landed across my backside with a thud.
I gasped and grunted.
He landed two more in quick succession. “You okay, Lulu?”
“Yes, Sir.” I grunted and breathed through it. He landed one more and I went up on my toes. He waited for me to settle back. Smack. Smack. Smack.
Tears sprung to my eyes. I blinked them away. He landed another smack, and they fell freely, pooling onto the bench below.
“Three quick ones and we’re all done.”
“Yes, Sir,” I whispered, to hide the unexplainable emotion he had dragged out of me.
As promised, the paddle connected with my flesh in three quick yet distinct smacks. I had been punished before, but it never affected me emotionally. They were scene punishments. Scenarios created that warranted punishing me to keep us in the scene. Marcus’ punishment felt all too real. I guess because I actually broke a rule and knew I deserved it.
Marcus unwrapped the silk around my hands. He carefully massaged each finger and laid them across the bench. I wiped the tears from my eyes, thankful to not have ended up in a sobbing blubbering mess. I had heard spankings were good for a release. Orgasms were good for them, too and what I preferred.
I stretched and reached out. The material around my waist remained.
Marcus stepped behind me. His thighs brushed up against mine.
