Page 17 of Five Days to Be Mine

She nods, reaching behind her head to unclasp her dress. I want to watch her take it off, but I sense that giving her time and letting her settle into this moment is the wiser course of action. I'm trying to show her that she can trust me.

In my bedroom, I take off my suit jacket, tossing it on the back of a chair. Entering my walk-in closet, I search through my stash of toys, happy to find things that are still in their packages. I grab two that I need, open them up and give them a wipe with a toy cleaner, setting them to the side to dry.

From my collection of impact toys, I take a soft suede flogger and an oval paddle where one side is smooth with faux fur, and the other is leather that will give a nice sting when I lay it against her ass.

My mouth goes dry thinking about laying this paddle against Mara’s round bottom hearing her cry out.

I can’t wait to give her an experience that she won’t forget tonight because my intent is to have her back for more.

Grabbing the tools I will use, I stride back into the sitting area.

My blood roars in my ears.

Mara is kneeling on the chaise, her hands on the back of the seat, naked.

Her head is down.

I can't tell if her eyes are open from here, but seeing her so openly submissive makes my dick even harder.

Her back is smooth and lovely, with a gentle curve to her generous bottom, which I can't wait to paint with my paddle and soothe with the flogger.

I can’t wait to roam my hands over her thighs, feel the curves of her ass and explore those bountiful breasts.

But I stop myself from rushing over to her. I set the toys on a side table, deliberately making them thump.

She doesn’t react.

“I love how ready you are, waiting for me like this. How does it feel to know you’re about to receive a spanking?”

Her shoulder rises slightly as if she’s about to turn her head to me but she stops herself.

“It feels…good, Sir.”

“Perfect,” I pick up the paddle and smack the hard side against my palm, one, two, three times.

“Five being the most pain, one being the least. Tell me how much these hurt you.”

“Yes, Sir,” her tone is high and excited.

I grin, I touch her shoulder briefly to let her know I am there, and then I lay the paddle across the centre of her right ass cheek.

“That’s a three, Sir.”

“Noted,” I repeat, bringing the paddle down on her left cheek.

“Three.”

“Do you want me to bring you to a five?”

“Yes, Sir. Please.”

Oh, how she said that, please, with a note of hope in her voice, it compels me to give her what she wants.

I’m grinning so wide my face hurts as I bring the paddle down with a little more oomph. She jerks from the chaise but doesn’t look back at me.

“Is that a five or past that?” I turn the paddle over to the soft side and rub it along her ass.

“No…that’s, good, Sir.”

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