She closed her eyes for a moment, inhaling deeply and feeling her breath flow through her body, grounding herself and bringing her conscious mind to full attention. When she opened them again he was kneeling at her feet, his alabaster skin was so perfect, and her Nubian colored hand reached down and stroked his cheek. She smiled at both the feel and the contrasts of their different flesh tones. "Tonight, and only tonight, you are mine. You will address me as Madame Madeline, or simply 'Madame', not 'Miss', not 'Ma'am' and most certainly not 'Mistress'. Is that understood?"
"Yes, Madame Madeline" he spoke, already a little breathless with anticipation as his eyes drank her in appreciatively. She wore a purple and black starry night corset with an obsidian colored rabbit fur skirt and calf-length black leather boots with heels.
"We have spoken about what it is that you need, and I am going to tan your ass scarlet tonight with my hand, my hairbrush, and my belt. I am going to check in with you sometimes and I want you to be honest about how you are feeling. Understood?"
"Yes Madame Madeline," he responded respectfully.
"Good boy," she purred as she pulled out a pair of black leather gloves from her toy bag. "I am going to spank you while wearing these, don't want me hurting my hands at all do we?"
"No Madame," he replied quickly. She smiled and slid the gloves slowly on, keeping eye contact with him the entire time, as if to say 'you know what is coming'. He gave a small pleasant shiver. She walked over to a small couch in the living room of her apartment and sat down, gesturing to him. He started to walk over but she clicked her tongue disapprovingly.
"On your knees, boy," she said in a low, commanding tone and he winced and immediately corrected himself, crawling to her on all fours, his member already visibly swollen with desire. She smiled at this and as he knelt before her, she offered him the back of her hand and he planted an apologetic kiss, letting his lips brush and linger on the cool leather for a moment. She reached down and took his member in her hand, stroking and teasing it until he elicited a little moan of pleasure. She took his chin in her hand and forced his sea green eyes to meet her maple brown ones. "Tell me what you want," she said softly.
A small blush rose on his cheeks and his voice was low and hoarse with arousal as he replied, "Please Madame Madeline, I've been feeling very naughty lately and I need a very thorough spanking to feel like a good boy again..."
"Tell me that you want me to put you over my knees and teach you what it means to be a good boy."
"Please, Madame," he implored, her hand still holding his chin firmly but gently, "Please put me over your knees and teach me how to be a good boy." She pulled her skirt up slightly so that none of his juices would stain it and stood him up, guiding him gently over her lap, careful not to harm his erection. Placing one hand gently on the small of his back, she raised the other one, landing it with a small, firm, smack! on his left cheek. A small light pink hand print appeared and she smiled, raising her hand and bringing it down again on his right cheek. He jerked slightly and she moved her hand that rested on his back and wrapped it around his waist, to keep him from losing his balance. She proceeded to develop a rhythm, counting the seconds in her head and spanking him every other one. Smack. Pause. Smack! Pause. SMACK! Pause. He started squirming as she slowly picked up the intensity of the spanking, spanking him up to three times in a single second. Smack, smack, SMACK! Pause. Smack, smack, SMACK! His ass had become a lovely shade of somewhere between red and pink. He reached his hand back reflexively and she pinned it down without missing a beat. She stopped when she heard him start to whimper. She removed her glove from the hand she was using to spank him and started to massage and rub the flesh, which was pleasantly warm and a nice shade of pink.
"Are you starting to understand what it means to be a good boy?" she spoke in low alto tone.
"Yes, Madame," he whispered.
"Good, we are going to move on to my hairbrush now, go and fetch it off of my dresser in my bedroom, I'm going to count to ten and I want you back here on your knees with the hairbrush offered up to me and ask me to further your education on what it means to be a good boy. Understand?"
