Page 98 of Leviticus
“I would like that very much, Sir,” she responded without hesitation.
“Very well. Take fifteen minutes and prepare yourself for the playroom. Wait for me as you have been taught to wait, in the center of the room, kneeling, and I will be with you shortly,” I commanded. I watched as she almost stumbled to her feet, jetting off towards the stairs and making me chuckle whole heartedly.
The Temple family had been called blessed more times than I could recollect. But never more so than I was at this very moment.
I was in love with my wife, with my submissive.
Fifteen minutes later, I walked down the staircase to the basement of our home. With my hand poised on the doorknob to the playroom, I took a deep breath. I needed this. I needed to be in this room, in this headspace, with Ruth. We needed it. Especially after the last several days.
I opened the door, and the sight that greeted me nearly brought me to my own knees. There was something about walking into this room, in my home,our home,and seeing her there. My wife. Kneeling for me in the position I had taught her. Kneeling for only me.
I felt pride well up inside of me, fueling my mission.
I closed the door behind me, walking towards her slowly as I unbuttoned my shirt. I had kicked off my shoes outside of the playroom, preferring to scene barefoot. It grounded me, being able to feel the floor beneath me. I circled her form slowly, removing my shirt before walking it to a dresser against the wall and leaving it there. I opened the drawer to the dresser, finding an array of impact items that would suit tonight’s scene. I ran my hand over the assorted leather items, feeling their differing textures beneath my hands.
I had an extensive collection, more so than any of my brothers, and I could not wait to show Ruth this part of my life. I pulled out a few paddles, a crop, a few floggers, and a cane. Placing them on the nearby bed, I made my way to her once more.
“You are exquisite, Ruth. The vision of submission itself. Are you ready to learn more?” I asked, my eyes trained on her.
“I am, Sir,” she answered. I could see the smile pulling at the corner of her lips. Her posture was perfect, and yet she was completely at ease in this position. The fact that she felt safe here meant everything to me. The dynamic, the partnership, we had begun to build was unlike anything I could have ever dreamed of.
“Tonight I want to teach you about pain. You asked me once about pain. Tonight you shall learn. Lovely girl, stand and join me by the bed,” I commanded firmly. I offered her a hand for support, but she rose gracefully to her feet before taking my proffered hand. I walked her to the bed, my eyes unable to leave her naked form. She was beautiful. Lithe and toned with curves in all the places I loved most. She was no model from a magazine. No, she was real and beautiful. Her stomach rolled when she sat. Her hips were marked with silvery stretch marks that matched those on her breasts. She had freckles that dotted her skin in places and she had scars that marked her knees from her playtime as a child. She was perfect in all her imperfections. And she was mine.
“I want to introduce you to the items we will be using tonight. I’ve laid them out in the order we will be using. To begin, I will tell you the names of each item, and then I will show you what they feel like against the palm of your hand. If anything gives you pause or question, please do not hesitate to voice your concerns.”
“I understand, Sir.” Her answer came with no hesitation.
“This is a paddle. It is made of thin wood and covered in leather. Hold your hand out please.” I took her hand, flipping it palm side up and placed a swift swat over her hand. She gasped, but then smiled. Perfection.
“This is a wooden paddle with no covering. It has a deeper, harder hit.” I placed a swat firmly over her palm, just as I had before. This time, when she gasped, her eyebrows furrowed, obviously surprised at the differences in the feel. “It’s amazing how different they feel, isn’t it?”
She nodded, and I smiled. We were just beginning.
“This is a crop. It has a flexible rod with a leather piece at the end. Hold your hand out flat.” She did as instructed. I tapped the center of her palm twice with the leather tip and then gave it a firm flick. She gasped and her eyes met mine, alight with interest.
“Oh my,” she breathed with a smile. I put the crop down, not wanting to get carried away with the show and tell portion of this scene. We had much more fun to get to shortly.
“This is a flogger. I have chosen three of them to use this evening. The first is a suede flogger. Many call this kind of flogger athuddyflogger. It has many, many falls as you can see here,” I explained, running the wide, heavy falls over her hand. “It gives a thud of a hit. In my own experience, it can feel like a deep tissue massage and be quite relaxing.”
“Your own experience?” she asked in curiosity.
“That is a story for another day, my love, but yes. I have tried everything out myself. I have never been a submissive, but I have experienced what they feel like. I feel it makes me a better Dominant, to know how it feels.” I held her arm out and brought the flogger down against the inside of her forearm.
The sigh she released was music to my ears.
“This is a similar flogger, but it is made of a stiffer leather and there are half as many falls. This flogger is more commonly referred to as astingyflogger,” I explained, running the falls over her arm.
“Because it stings?” she offered, and I nodded.
“Exactly.” I took hold of her arm and placed another strike against her forearm. This time she groaned, and it was all I could do not to rush this part.
“This one has little knots made into the falls, which makes it more of a cat-o’-nine-tails. It delivers more sting,” I explained. Before I could even finish my words, she was holding her arm out. I held back a groan of approval and threw a soft strike against her forearm.
“Mmm, I see,” she murmured deliciously.
“And the final item, is a cane.” I held up the rattan cane. It was simple in design and served its purpose well. “This can be an instrument that wields great pain, but it can also be quite soft. The important thing to remember, when dealing with impact play, is that it works just as anything else in kink does. It’s fully customizable.” I held the palm of her hand out, tapping the center three times before giving it a firm flick. I watched her expression as she processed the feeling and then looked up at me.
“And how does it feel with a firmer hit?” she asked coyly. I smirked and took hold of her fingertips, pulling the center of her palm flatter, and gave it a firmthwackof a strike.
