She awoke and found herself bound on her hands and knees, to a metal table that hadn't been in the room the night before. Her arms were stretched out above her head, to the top corners of the table, and her legs were bent at the knee and held open as wide as they could go, her ankles wrapped by the rope, and held in place, tied to the bottom corners of the table. Her ass was high in the air, and her folds were pulled open with ease. She felt a cool breeze and turned her head. There he stood, in the doorway, his erection large and throbbing. He never says a word, just takes control. She knows better than to speak, she doesn't want to speak; she just wants him to explore her and show her new sensations new ways to bring her to climax.
He held a small paddle in his left hand, and lubrication in the other. Coming closer to her, he could see her body shiver with anticipation. He stood a few inches in front of her, and then raised his hand that held the paddle and brought it down on one ass cheek. She moaned, and then looked at him again. He repeated, but bringing it down on to the other cheek. She moaned again, hunger in her eyes. He paddled her again and again, slightly harder than the last swing. When he was done both cheeks were red and stinging.