I climbed out from beneath the table and stood. My knees cracked. I wasn’t as young as I used to be, but I wasn’t too old to keep up with my greedy sub.
“Is the scene over?” She tilted her head.
I caressed her lips, her smell on my fingers. “Oh, no, Lucinda. I’m not done with you, yet.”
She signed in relief.
“But, for your little greedy faux pas, we may need to exact a small punishment before we get to your favorite part.” I took her hand and brought it to my lips.
“Yes, Sir.” She pouted.
“Just stating a fact, darling.” I cleaned off her hands and face with a napkin and then help her stand. “It seems coming out of subspace and orgasms make you forget your manners.”
“Of course, Sir.”
“Pity.” I led her over to the cross and attached her wrists and ankles to the X then stepped back and admired my work while she tested the restraints. My sweet Lucinda was perfectly framed to the world outside. I walked around her, admiring her from all sides, marveling at how much she had changed and how much she’d stayed the same.
Her breath was a bit frantic as I adjusted her cuffs to the cross, but in the silence, she’d calmed down. Her breath steadied.
I ripped off my leather belt with a flourish and whipped it against the bed. The crack made Lucinda jump.
“Five for your little outburst.” I tapped her bare ass with the looped end. “You ready, Lucinda?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“What is your safeword?”
“Red, yellow and green,” she recited anxiously.
“God job.” Her shoulders lowered and she let out an exhale. My sub loved the praise. Would she love the pain as much?
The first kiss of the belt landed on her beautiful flesh.
“Owww.” She grunted and went up on her toes. I waited for her to settle back down before I let loose on number two.
Both were rewarded with a low groan, the latter followed by a “Thank you, Sir.”
“You’re welcome, Lulu.” I unleashed the next two in quick succession. The belt landed on the meaty part of her ass. She cried out and struggled against the cuffs.
“Give me a color, Lucinda.”
“Green, sir.” She wasn’t in subspace, but close to it.
I walked around her and checked her restraints. No obvious discomfort. She periodically flexed and unflexed her fingers.
I ran my palm over the raised welts caused by my belt. I loved having my marks on her precious body.
“I was going to finish off our scene with some time with my flogger, but I almost don’t know if it’s worth it.”
“Sir.” The defiance in her voice didn’t go unnoticed.
“You are disappointed?”
“Yes, Sir.” Her voice softened. “I love being flogged. It’s my favorite.”
“I know.” I stepped up behind her and pressed myself into her. “Mine too, Lulu.”
She shivered. I ran my finger down her body, tracing over her curves. Down her forearm, across her shoulders, around her hips. I placed both hands on her thighs and yanked her toward me. My hard cock pressed against her ass. I wanted her to know how she affected me. How precious our time together had been for me.
