"Good, now when you're ready, over my lap."
Lucy took in her surroundings for one last time before disappearing down the rabbit hole. She lay her body across Master Kane's muscular thighs, resting her chest and head on her arms and hands for support, and feeling her legs tapering away behind her on the other side. This was the position she needed. A retreat to her animal self. The female, presented across the male lap. The adult woman treated like a naughty child.
Master Kane began spanking her over her dress, feeling its ruffled layers, the slight crepe of the fabric beneath his palm, pressing into her bottom. This calmed Lucy down. Because she didn't have to work as hard to support herself as when she was over his knee on the chair last time, she felt the spanks on her bottom more acutely. She winced. After a while, Master lifted her dress and continued spanking over her lace panties Lucy began to feel the stings of the spanks, rising to a deep throb.
"Focus on each spank," said Master Kane. These words were a reminder to himself as much as to Lucy. He was a true professional. When you're spanking a woman, he considered, you don't absent mindedly blast away whilst thinking about the football, or the performance of your share portfolio. You think of nothing but the task in hand. You appreciate the heft of that delightful bottom on every spank, assessing how it reacts, the impact you are making, how the skin is reddening, any differences between one cheek and the other, how the spankee as a whole is taking it. There are tell-tale signs if a woman is truly into the experience, and after more spanks over her panties Lucy revealed one of them: she lifted her right thigh ever so slightly upwards. A less experienced spanker might not even have noticed, but it was her tacit consent to have her panties lowered to receive further spankings on the bare.
Master Kane responded by lowering her panties. Slowly. He savoured these transitions as if sampling a fine wine. They gathered around her thighs with the larger patch of fabric that covered her crotch betraying a moist patch of her arousal. Lucy's legs were beautifully presented now, still closed, but slightly parted to revel her sex beneath.
More spanks over her bare bottom. Several spanks on the fleshiest part, the outermost crest, varying between repeated spanks on the same cheek -- causing a deadening, repetitive throb, and alternating, spreading the sting across her whole bottom. Lucy was gasping more now as the spanking reached a crescendo. Master Kane noted she was not flinching or withdrawing, her groin was pressing deeper into his lap, she was feeling the ecstatic mix of ingredients: pain, shame and arousal, the hallmarks of the inveterate spankee.
Master Kane altered the direction of his spanks, shallowing the angle of attack so his hand lifted each cheek with an upward thrust -- sending reverberations right through her bottom into her pussy. Her cheeks lifted and rippled before falling back into place. Lucy's bottom was reddening exquisitely now. A deep, even redness with darker red patches in places where her skin had felt the full force. Nothing too far down the back of the thigh which Master Kane thought tarnished the overall effect, like a child blurring paint over the lines of a picture. Lucy was gasping, mewing, wincing with each impact, her face furrowed and contorted. Her eyes widened in shock at the harder blows, and her mouth gaped open, baring her teeth.
"Owww, this stings so much," Lucy gasped.
Master Kane could see she was still holding herself together, and capable of taking more discipline.
"We're not finished yet Lucy," he growled, lowering the intensity of his spanks for a few moments and alternating them more with softer caresses of Lucy's tender bottom. Her cries softened to a murmur, another tell-tale sign of consent.
Master Kane pulled apart each cheek and spanked the innermost part of her bottom-- near the puckered star of her bottom hole, but careful to avoid the anus itself. Lucy whimpered as Master Kane struck this zone, feeling his hand closer to her, her arousal developing. With the master spanker's touch, he allowed some of the spanks to alternate with soft stroking, touching the inner sanctum of her pussy lips with the trailing fingers, ever so slightly.
The sensation for Lucy was ecstatic -- stinging pain, soft stroking and a bolt of teasing pleasure. This was a slower, more gradual arousal than the razor stings of the cane from the last time, but she could feel it building like a wall of water about to burst through a damn. Lucy was holding on: no mistakes no mistakes she was repeating to herself, but she could feel herself giving, yielding. "Oh my god, sir, oh my god sir," she repeated like a mantra.
But she remembered last time. Maintain composure. If she orgasmed across his lap would he banish her to humiliating exile in the corner or -- beneath the electric charge she was feeling in her groin, she pressed herself into Master Kane's lap, feeling -- yes, she could sense it, she was not the only one becoming aroused. The idea that she was having a reciprocal impact on Master Kane exited her further. Hold, on, she gasped, maintain composure...
...Maintain composure, thought Master Kane. The mysteries of spanking. So awkward and difficult if it doesn't work out -- which, he reflected from experience, was quite a lot of the time. But when it does, when you find the right match, the symbiosis of spanker and spankee, He was going to, my god, he thought, this had never happened to him before, he could feel himself...
"You know what," said Master Kane, his voice gathering to a heightened state. His fingertips were lingering longer on the folds of her pussy now, and brushing against her clit.
"Uh," said Lucy, red faced and red bottomed at this multi-sensory treatment.
"I forgot to charge you for this session." His voice was a lower growl by now.
"I know sir," said Lucy, hanging on in desperation, but she was struggling...
"Well as you know, if there's no consideration..."
"The contract can't be enforced," finished Lucy. Despite the fact that she was circling the edge of a tumultuous orgasm, her legal brain was still functioning.
"Exactly," said Master Kane.
With this he grabbed Lucy hard around her bottom and lifted her up, bending her over the armrest of the sofa. The dress of her skirt was gathered messily around her waist, and her knickers in a state around her knees. From her position, face down, bent over the sofa arm, Lucy heard a click at the door and sensed a person entering. She could tell that even Master Kane was surprised as he turned round.
"Sylvia, I thought you'd gone home for the evening?"
