A week later I return to your office for the 5th punishment session. It's the midway point through my entire discipline "schedule" as you've laid out for me. You already told me before hand that it is going to be a "B&D" session today -- bondage and discipline. I shiver involuntarily at these words... they sound so erotic and dangerous to me. All week long I kept thinking about what it'd be like to be naked and tied up by a man and be subject to his sexual desires...
When I enter your office I see a lot of ropes on your desk. I feel weak at the knees, nervous at the impending bondage session. You embrace me tightly for a minute before telling me to strip for my punishment. With trembling hands I remove my clothing one by one until I'm once again standing nude in front of you. I feel goosebumps on my silky smooth skin as you ogle my milky white body eagerly.
"Turn around and place your hands behind your back, Ling," you order as you approach me with a piece of rope. I obey and I feel you start tying up my slim wrists together with the rough rope, after wrapping the rope around my bare arms a couple of times. I am quickly and easily secured by you expert hands. I feel so helpless now, totally at your mercy. You stand back and admire your handi-work for a bit. I notice that there's a big tent on the front of your pants. You must be quite turned on as well.
You sit down at the usual "spanking chair" and carefully lay me across your lap. As I lie face-down over your strong knee with my hands tied together behind my back, I feel a strange sense of calm even though I'm also helplessly vulnerable. It's as if I've completely given up control and surrendered myself to you...
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!!
My "warm-up" hand-spanking has commenced. You apply firm and steady slaps to my jiggling buns, eliciting occasional soft girlish yelps from me.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!!
As the intensity of the spanks picks up, my soft oriental body begins to squirm around on your lap. My natural instinct is to reach back with my hands to rub my stinging nether-flesh, but with them tied securely behind my back there's nothing I could do but to silently endure your lengthy and painful spanking.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!!
"Ouuch... oooohhhh... I'm sorry I won't OOuuuuwwww steal again! Aiiiiiieeee!"
As my asscheeks redden steadily under your unrelenting palm, your cock also hardens under my belly and starts to poke at my wriggling body. At this moment I realize that it won't be too long before I'm once again impaled by your manhood.
After a very thorough bare bottom hand-spanking, you let me rest over you lap a little longer before you change my position for the next phase. You help me get up from your lap, and then you stand me in the center of your room. I notice that there is a metal hook in the ceiling which you're using to hang some thick ropes over. Next thing I know, I've been bent forward with my wrists raised upward behind my back. You tie some knots together to connect the ropes over the ceiling hook to my upraised arms, forcing me to stay in this bent-over position!
Not only that, but you also retrieve a metal bar with cuffs on both ends. It turns out to be a spreader bar, which you cuff securely to each of my slender ankles, thereby forcing me to stand with my legs spread wide-apart. I feel so helpless in this bondage position, unable to raise my upper body or close my legs together. Now not only is my puckered asshole very exposed to your viewing pleasure in the back, but my soft little asian penis also "dangles" limply in front of me. It is so humiliating!
But I don't have much time to worry about that. You walk behind your desk and take out a evil-looking cane! Oh no, you're not going to cane me are you? I've never experienced that before, but from what I heard about it is going to be extremely painful.
"Ling, today I'm going to give you 'six of the best', as the British would like to call it."