I use the electronic levers to lift the entire wheel up to my hips before rounding it to secure her wrists and ankles.When I reach in to add straps to the tops of her thighs, she moans.I’m not careful about letting my knuckles graze her pussy over the scrap of lace.Two more straps secure her torso at her waist and a few inches higher, just below her breasts, which are flattened to the wheel.
After securing her, I adjust four leather-covered pegs, two for her to wrap her hands around and two for her to brace her feet against.The multiple straps will hold her up when I tip the wheel in any direction, but she’ll feel more secure if she’s also able to hold on and plant her feet.
She’s seen this before, but it’s the first time she’s been strapped to it, so I know it feels unusual.It’s also making her breathe heavily.
“Use your hands and feet, baby,” I tell her.“And your safewords.If you get nervous, say yellow, and I’ll bring you back to this position.Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.”I stroke the back of her hair.I considered tying it up, but I like it flowing.I won’t be striking her above the waist tonight, so there’s no fear of her hair getting tangled.
She appears almost naked from behind, and her creamy bottom is calling to me.I can’t resist giving her several swats with my palm before reaching for the levers and adjusting the wheel, tipping it so that her head rises until she’s at about forty-five degrees.
I round to her head, cup her cheek, and kiss behind her ear.“How do you feel, Kels?”
“Amazing, Sir.”
Smiling, I step away to grab my paddle.I’m aware that we’ve amassed quite an audience, but I ignore them.My sole focus is on the woman submitting to me.When I scene with someone, they have to be my only concern.But tonight is different.This woman isn’t a stranger or random submissive.This woman is mine.The one I will spend the rest of my life doting on.The one who will bear my children.The one who will submit to me and grow old with me.The woman I love deeply.
I pick up the leather paddle and begin striking her bottom and the backs of her thighs, building up the intensity as I go.With a close eye on her body language and expression, I’m aware that she’s getting what she needs.
Her bottom is dark pink when I pause to check in with her.I lean close to her face, kiss her cheek, and tug gently on the collar to remind her it’s there.“Color, baby.”
“Green, Sir.”She doesn’t hesitate.
I stroke my hand down her back and trail my fingers over her thighs before I resume swatting her.This time I angle the leather paddle so that I occasionally make contact with her inner thighs.
She writhes and squirms as her pretty butt turns hot and red.When I’m done with the paddle, I reach between her legs to touch her pussy.She’s soaked.
She lifts her head, arching her neck.“Please…”
I won’t let her come yet.We’re not done.I fist her hair, lift her head, and meet her gaze.“Four strikes with the cane, baby, and then you can come.”
“Yes, Sir.”
The cane must be treated with respect.It takes a lot of practice to ensure a Top places each welt where they want it, and not hard enough to break the skin if that’s what was negotiated.
I’m going to go easy on Kelsey.I want her to feel the sting, but I don’t want her to hate the cane.It has a time and place.I won’t use it often, but when I do, I prefer that she crave it.Now is one of those times.
I swing it through the air, laying a precise line across her upper butt cheeks.
Kelsey cries out, arching her neck again.
Checking with her, I stroke her cheek with my thumb.“Color, baby.”
“Green, Sir,” she grits out.
“You’re sure?”
“Yes, Sir.It hurts so good.”
That’s the answer I want.I land the next strike across the middle of her globes.The pink welt rises instantly.The third is lower still, at her sit spot.It will smart tomorrow.She’s panting as I give her the fourth stripe on her upper thighs.
Quickly, I set the cane down and go to my girl.I press my palm against the back of her thigh on top of the final welt.
She winces.
I kiss the corner of her mouth.“Are you going to come for me, baby?”I ask as I tease the edge of lace with my middle finger.
