The room feels slightly chilly as she gets undressed. She feels her nipples harden and she reaches up and grabs them. He slaps her hands away, "Touching yourself is what got you into this mess, isn't that right, Charity?" he says with a stern voice.
"Yes, Master," her eyes looking up at him in a pout as she replies.
"Get yourself in position. Now, Slut." He snaps his fingers and she quickly moves toward the giant St. Andrews Cross, which has been fashioned with legs to run parallel with the floor, hips high. The plush leather cushions feel cold on her knees and stomach as she lies face-down, but she knows by the end they will be warm. She can feel him buckling her ankles to the cross as she leans her elbows onto the final pads and sinks herself into position. He buckles her wrists into position, and places a memory foam pillow down for her head.
He stands in front of her and in the same stern voice he says, "Look up at me, Sub." She strains to lift her head and gazes into his eyes for just a moment before following his hands down to his waist band. She watches closely as he starts to undo his belt, pulling it from the loops in his jeans, and then wraps it around his hand 3 times, leaving about a foot long tongue. "You understand why you need this lesson today, right Charity?"
"Yes Master..." her eyes looking back up at his.
He looks at her intently and says, "That's a good girl, Charity... I want you to list your offenses while we get started." He crouches down and kisses her deeply before she can reply, and pulls away, staring into her eyes again. His stare is intense; it never fails to make her aching pussy wet.
He makes his way to the other side of the cross as she starts listing her offenses. "I displayed my slutty neediness in an adult exhibition group online." He brushes his fingers down her side making her shiver and her voice waiver as she speaks. They both know this is part of the game. Her assignments require these online displays for his viewing pleasure, he loves watching her tease the other men and women online, reading their comments to her; she eagerly participates knowing it will earn her spankings for acting whorish.
"Such a needy, brazen little kitten you are... And what else did you do?" His sternness has been replaced with mock sympathy as he makes his way up her thigh, trailing his fingers the whole way.
"I was late on assignments, Master." She continued.
He squeezes her plump ass cheek in his hand and then slaps it
THWACK!
"Yes, and why were you late, sub?" He asked.
"Because I..." She pauses, "because I was masturbating without permission, Master," she whimpers. As the belt lands on her ass, she feels the cold, sharp sting of the leather,
THWACK! THWACK!
followed immediately by the heat from the contact.
"And what else, sub?" She hears the sternness in his voice again as he asks her to note her final offense. He rubs her ass in a teasing, circular motion, preparing her mind for what is to be a spanking that will linger.
Her pussy is wet; she knows what is about to come. She whimpers, "Because I didn't get permission to masturbate, I also failed to give gratitude for all of those orgasms, Master."
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!