Tuesday evening, a whole week of committing to him, a week of obeying his commands and fulfilling his desires. She walked up the stairs, his presence behind her made her skin ripple with anticipation and anxiety. He had explained before they started this journey that tonight, that every Tuesday night, was confession night. Where she would be required to confess to any indiscretions, any slips from instruction or command out of his sight.
She walked past his room, the room where they slept and played, but he had been clear it was his room, that her existence in it was at his whim. Down the hall to a smaller room, not a bedroom, an internal store room, no windows. A small cupboard with a set of drawers held the clothes he allowed her access to. A table where she could do her makeup, complete with lit mirror along one wall, a single bed with a thin blanket and no pillow along the other.
She let out a long breath as her eyes took in the wall, like always, the paddles, straps, canes and other devices of pain and discomfort hung from the walls. So far she hadn't experienced any, the most uncomfortable part of the week was the shame at some of the things he had made her do and the ache between her thighs.
She was forbidden from touching herself, the only time she was permitted was when he watched her shower, or after she peed, hygiene only he had insisted. Looking around the room, at the tools she both feared and ached for, made her instantly aware of how needy her desire was. The dampness, constant as it had been, had faded into normality, but now it seemed wetter and hotter than before. The dull ache of desire seemed to shoot through her whole body as he mind wandered.
"On the bed, on all fours," the command startled her, bought her back to the present and away from the empty feeling from her pussy.
She complied, across the bed so she was looking at the wall, mere centimeters from it, as her ass was on display. Her ran his hands up her legs, she moaned, involuntarily at the sensual nature of the touch. His hands continued, lifting her skirt as they did, bringing her skirt over her ass and hips, resting on her back.
The cool air on her ass and thighs felt nice, she was on display, she had been multiple times during the week. The face the white lace thong hid little didn't bother her, it bothered her more than he wasn't removing it, that in the whole time they had been together he'd only seen her without undies while she showered. She needed him to see more, to touch more.
Click
The door closed. She heard him moving behind her, taking something from the wall. Her pussy spasmed in anticipation. He placed a hand on the small of her back, moved to stand at the foot of the bed, with no warning she heard the crack of leather on skin an instant before the shock, pain and delight of the blow coursed through her body. She arched her back, thrusting her ass up and out as the pain turned to pleasure in her mind.
Just as the heat and sensation started to fade it struck again, she let out a squeal of pain as the second blow landed right on top of the first.
