I close the door behind me as I enter the subtly lit room. In the middle of the room you kneel with your back to me, your eyes blindfolded, and your hands cuffed behind your back. Other than the cuffs and blindfold you are naked.
As you hear the door close you kneel up straight, as you were supposed to be. Whilst you waited for me you had rested your arse on the back of your feet. You know you will be in trouble for that at some point.
I move into the room, not approaching you. You know I am in there but have no idea where or what I am about to do. I know you could turn your head, shake off the blindfold, find out where I was, but I want to see if you have the will power to remain still.
Eventually you sense that I am in front of you, inches away from you. I put my hand in your hair, gripping it, but not pulling it. I tilt your head so your face looks up at me, and then run one finger slowly and lightly over your blindfold, down your cheek to your mouth. Even more slowly I trace my finger along your lips till I feel them part and your tongue gingerly slips out to curl around my finger.
We stay like that for a few moments, before I take my hand away and move to stand behind you. I grip your arms by the elbow and help you to your feet, making you stand naked in the middle of the room, your hands still bound behind you.
Again I stand in front of you, and slowly run my fingers over the contours of your body. My finger moves very lightly over your skin, hardly touching you. I start on your neck, very slowly tracing down to your shoulder, then just touching the side of your breasts down to your navel. Slowly they move back up, skirting your breasts before once more moving down, this time across your breasts towards your nipples. As they sense my fingers on you, your nipples harden further as they anticipate the touch they so want to receive.
As my hands move I tell you how much I love your body, how much I love to look at it, and how I love to feel it under my touch.
I feel your body shift as you try to move your nipples to my fingers, and instantly take my hands away. You hear me take a step to your side, before feeling a stinging smack on your arse. The blow, though not too hard, makes you take a step forward. I wait till you have balanced yourself before resuming the spanking. In all five blows land on your arse before I stop.
I stand behind you and place my hand where the smacks had just fallen, and caress you to ease some of the pain. I ask you if you know why you were punished and you explain that you know you should not have moved to try and force my hand.
With my foot I force your legs further apart, till you are standing with them wide open. My hand stays on your arse for a few seconds, before I move off again and you hear the door open as I leave the room. I return after a few minutes and stand behind you, and undo your hands, which you immediately move and hang in front of you covering yourself. I tell you that you are not allowed to cover yourself up, and that you will be punished for every time you try. I ask if you understand and you nod that you do. I slap your arse again, hard this time, which as you still have your legs spread makes you lose your balance, falling to your hands and knees.
I tell you that if I ask you a question I want a spoken answer, not a nod of the head. Again you nod your head rather than answer, and I let out a long sigh and tell you to take off your blindfold and follow me to the other side of the room. I cross the room and stand by a table and turn to see you walking towards me.
"Erin, Erin, Erin" I sigh, "I didn't say you could stand up and walk over, go back to where you were and get back on your hands and knees". I watch as you walk away, and resume the position. I consider letting you off, as I really want to just throw you on the bed and fuck you, but you need to be trained to do things properly."
I make you stay where you are whilst I talk to you. I explain that you need to be punished again, for not doing as you were told. I tell you that you are my slut whore and that I want us to do all sorts of kinky things together, but not until you learn. I ask if you still want to be my slut whore and you reply that you do. Whilst you say this to me you look down at the floor.
I walk over to you and use your hair to make you look up at me. I ask you what you want to be, and you blush and tell me that you want to be my kinky slut, and take whatever I want to give her.
Satisfied with your answer, I walk back to the table, and tell you to crawl over to me. I watch again as you make your way to me, watching as your breasts sway where they hang below you as you crawl.
When you reach me I tell you to stand up, and look at what is on the table. There is a selection of paddles, nipple clamps, clothes pegs, vibrators, butt plugs and various other objects. I see you study each one in turn and tell you to choose a paddle and some of the pegs, and give them to me.
Standing in front of you, I reach out and take one of your nipples between my finger and thumb and roll it gently between them. I then take one of the pegs and squeeze it open, letting it close slightly on your nipple.