Swallowing hard she takes the last step into the darkened room, her pulse racing. Her dark green eyes flick about the room adjusting to allow her to see better in this stark cold room, only lit by the candles along the far wall. The room itself would still appear dark and sinister even if flooded with light. Her wet pink tongue darts out sweeping over dry lips, one hand reaching up to tuck a long auburn curl behind her ear. Closing the door behind her, she takes a deep breath knowing she has just a few short minutes to do as she was told. Images of earlier that day flash quickly through her mind...
She had just come home from work not in the best of moods, already two hours late, sopping wet since her umbrella had snapped in half a few minutes before she reached the front door. The umbrella breaking was probably the best thing to have happened to her all day. From the moment she had stepped foot into the office that morning her boss had been nagging at her about projections that were needed this afternoon instead of next week. First thing she did was get on the phone with the printers and somehow talked them into getting the job done in a matter of hours instead of days. Having no time to check over the reports she had them sent straight to her boss's office. Fifteen minutes later he had come storming into her office, throwing all twenty copies of the thirty-page report on to her desk, screaming how the pages were out of order and how could she have sent such crappy work to him. She sighed, listening to his ranting and raving, apologizing profusely when he'd stop and gasp for air. Finally he left, leaving her to reorganize the reports. She started tearing them apart and putting them back together in the correct order. So intent on her work by the time she even glances at the clock it's two hours past the time she usually leaves.
Her eyes snap open bringing her back to the present. Quickly she moves to the 'table' at first glance it appears to be a normal gynecological table, but upon closer inspection she can see the straps that adorn the sides of the table. Her eyes roam over it seeing the outline of the stirrups...the way the back of the table is slightly inclined. She gulps sliding up on the table, placing her feet in the stirrups. A soft blush rises over her cheeks knowing the picture she makes her creamy naked flesh illuminated by the flickering candles, freshly shaven cunt splayed wide open, and her ass even with the edge of the table...nipples hardening in the coolness of the room.
Her ears pick up the sound of His footsteps against the stairs each one louder than the one before...the sound hammering in her ears. She squeezes her eyes shut one tear trickling down over her cheek, surprised herself to feel it there.
'Thwap!' the noise echoes in her ears, her hips rising up off the table as He slaps her bare cunt hard. Her eyes fly open focusing on Him.
'That's better my little slut.' He says looking down at her, His steely gray eyes locked with hers, 'you had your eyes wide open coming into this mess you'll have them wide open throughout your punishment.'
'Yes, Master', she whispers softly. Her mind wanders to earlier that evening...her late arrival, Him coming home in a shorter amount of time than she's accustomed to. She had by then toweled her hair dry put on dry clothes and smiled as He walked through the door telling Him her day at work had been fine when He asked... walking with Him to the kitchen laughing and chatting. All of a sudden something inside her snapped when He asked where dinner was, she ripped open the refrigerator threw some food on the table and told Him there's your fucking dinner. Calmly He had turned to her, her eyes widening as she sees the rage building deep within Him. Immediately she regretted her hasty actions. She casts her eyes down to the floor, shuffling her feet as she stands before Him only two words were spoke to her...'one hour'. 'Yes Master', she had replied quickly knowing there was no other answer to give Him, fully realizing what He meant. One hour was all she had to prepare for her punishment.
He moves about the small room, His mind totally focused on the task at hand. He comes back to her. her mind barely able to grasp that the glint she sees is from one of the spreader bars. Purposefully He straps each of her calves, the hooks the center of it to an eyehook dangling from the ceiling. Reaching above He pulls sharply on the rope forcing her lower body into the air, ripping a short scream from her lips as her shoulders press painfully into the table. She hears Him moving around, the sound of a few of their special toys tapping against the wall on which they hang. Shivering she wonders which He is choosing, her attention drifting for just a bit as she wonders if it's the crop, the flogger, viper, the tawse or...
Suddenly her body jerks, tears welling up in her eyes, gasping for breath. Her mind playing the words wooden paddle over and over again...like a tiny song in her mind. Sucking in a deeper breath the pain washes over her, ass beginning to throb from the one swat.
He walks to the head of the table, grabs a handful of her hair puling on it leaning in close hissing into her ear..'lil slut of Mine that's just the beginning you'll receive 25 more with the paddle that's for lying to me obviously your day wasn't fine and as for thinking you could take that fiery temper out on Me you'll spend twelve of the most agonizing hours in constant need of sexual release, that should help you remember what behavior is acceptable and what is NOT.'
He moves back to the opposite end of the table swiftly and forcefully He rains down five swats onto her upturned ass. Twisting and turning she tries to escape the blows coming down on her ass feeling like its been set on fire. He pauses, softly rubbing her ass feeling how warm the flesh is...eyes sweeping over her seeing how pink it is even in the dim lighting.
'Whack...whack...whack...whack...whack.'
The sound of the paddle hitting her flesh echoing in her ears. Tears flowing freely down her cheeks as another five swats are delivered. Gasping for breath as the pain shoots through her...tensing as she sees Him raise His hand again...
The paddle falls again and again ten times in total ripping screams from her the sound reverberating off the walls, before she can even recover His hand brings the paddle down upon her ass five last times. He steps back watching as she writhes her cries lower in tone now fill His ears. Waiting til she's silent and still, He moves to the front of the table, one hand reaching out cupping her cheek thumb swiping away the last of her tears. His other hand pushing the hair back from her face.
'There there lil one', He murmurs, 'all done with the paddle.' He continues stroking her hair, softly talking to her, letting her calm down. Slowly her breath returns to normal. She turns her deep green tear-filled eyes to Him. He cups her face in His hands. Leaning in He kisses her on the forehead. 'There lil one your punishment is half over.'
Trailing one finger over her cheek, He goes back to the end of the table. His finger never leaving her it continues down over her chin down the column of her throat... running down between her breasts. Lower it goes following the slight rise of her stomach, He pauses looking up at her wanting/needing to see her face as His finger moves across her navel over the mound of her bare cunt..pausing at the moist entrance...before plunging His thick finger into her tight wet hole. Watching as the pleasure washes over her face. Keeping his finger deeply inside, He moves it slightly, delighting in her soft moans of pleasure.
He chuckles softly removing His finger, 'enjoyed that did you lil one?' She tilts her head to the side not wanting Him to see the answer in her eyes, wondering herself how she can feel such pleasure so quickly after the pain. Placing both hands on her inner thighs He grasps them tightly inhaling the growing scent of her arousal.
She looks at him watching as He takes small brief moments of pleasure of her body. Slowly His hands drift from her thighs. He moves swiftly to the small chest against the wall opening the drawers taking a few items from each. He goes back to her placing most of the items on the table, flipping the cap of aloe lotion open He pours a small amount in His hands then rubs it into her reddened ass. A soft gasp escapes her lips as the fire in her buttocks begins to ebb.
The corner of His mouth tilts upward as He looks at her, 'wouldn't want anything to distract you from the second part of your punishment,' laughing lightly as her widen in realization of why she was granted this small reprieve. He reaches over to the table grabbing the butt plug, His other hand still rubbing over her buttock sliding down the crack of her ass pushing the finger past the tight muscle using the lotion to lube her snug hole. Swiftly He replaces His finger with the tip of the plug pushing the tip in...watching the hole dilate...He pushes harder slamming the full 4 inches into her ass. She groans loudly feeling how the plug stretches and fills her. He smiles up at her watching as the snug ring closes around the base of the plug ensuring its snugness deep within her bowels. He presses His hand against the base...wiggling it back and forth a grin on His face watching her wriggle. Next He reaches for a chastity belt. The one with the remote controlled vibrator built in, He plunges the vibe in and out of her wet cunt a few times before plunging it deep inside and quickly threading the straps through buckling it around her waist tight. He presses the button on the remote smiling satisfied with the way she bucks and moans. Slowly He begins to lower her legs lessening the tension in her thighs; grabbing the last item from the table... a pair of nipple clamps... a chain attaching from each clamp to a wide leather collar. He slides the collar around her neck holding her head with one hand while buckling the collar snugly with the other...fingers lightly tracing down one of the chains, His gray eyes trained upon hers as He pinches her left nipple and quickly snaps the clamp on it. She arches, groaning deep inside her throat. His hands move quickly to the other one trapping it as well in the steely jaws of the clamp.