Page 37 of Objection
“I am going to put cuffs on your wrists and your ankles and then we shall have our first lesson in spanking. I will be using no toys this evening.”
“No toys?” She questioned, her head popping up and her eyes meeting mine.
“No toys are needed for a good scene. Sure, they can enhance things, and are highly enjoyable, but a good Dominant needs only a few things. His hands, his words, and his submissive,” I explained.
She nodded in agreement.
“Wrists,” I commanded, placing the leather padded cuffs on her wrists when she held them out in front of her.
“Up.”
She stood quietly; her knees only slightly wobbly. I bent down, securing a cuff onto each ankle. I stood, letting my hands run up her legs, feeling along the curves of her body.
“Your curves are incredible, little one,” I murmured. My fingertips ran over the swell of her breasts, pushed up by the black lace bra. Her nipples were hard points beneath the thin fabric; just barely visible.
“Tell me again what your safewords are, Posey.” My hands continued to explore her curves, running over her body.
“Green means that I am good,” she answered a little breathlessly. “Yellow means pause and discuss. Red means stop everything.”
“Good girl,” I praised, lowering my lips to her collarbone, tasting her flesh. I wanted to devour her.
I led her to the spanking bench, pulling it more into the center of the room.
“Up you go,” I urged.
“Um, how?” she asked with apprehension. I chuckled, helping her onto the padded bench, showing her where to put her knees and arms until she was lying over the bench comfortably.
“I’m going to start with a warmup with my hand,” I explained, my hand running over the back of her thighs. She trembled under my touch with nervous excitement.
I kept the spanks light, letting her grow accustomed to it and warming her skin beautifully. The pale complexion turned a light pink at the lower edge of her panties.
“How does that feel?” I asked, continuing my pace of swats. Her little gasps and moans drove me wild.
“Good, Sir,” she gasped out breathlessly.
“Now, I’m going to spank you harder. I want you to tell me where that lands for your pain on a scale from one to ten. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.” She wiggled her ass back towards me and, good god, how I craved her.
I pulled my hand back and landed the spank on the lower curve of her ass, just beneath the lace edge of her panties. She immediately gasped and moaned, wiggling backwards towards me again.
“A three, Sir,” she murmured.
“Good. Now, you will set the next ten strikes. You will use the numbers one through ten, and I will strike accordingly. Choose wisely, little one.” I placed a kiss on her lower back, letting my teeth graze over her skin until she gasped once more.
“Begin.” I waited; hand poised until she spoke.
“Six.”
I let my hand fly, striking her twice as hard as the last hit. She gasped and tensed. Then the most exquisite thing happened. She melted against the spanking bench, groaning. I looked over her body. Her toes curled; her skin prickled.
“What color are we, Posey?” I asked seriously, needing to check in with her.
“So, fucking green, Sir,” she sighed.
“Language, little one,” I chuckled. “Again.”
“One, Sir.”
