"Turn over. I want to see if you came with me." I instructed Rick, as I basked in the afterglow of taking him.
He reassured me, "I didn't Mistress. You didn't tell me I could."
"Move up on the bed. I want you to rest a while."
I was feeling so good after fucking him in the ass. I felt whole ...somehow more complete. I spooned him for a bit then turned off the lights then softly closed the door leaving him to rest after my assault on his body. I was glowing, walking on air and decided to blow his mind with one of those kisses that melts him. I eased the door back open to give him that last treat and froze in my tracks. Rick didn't know I was watching as he pleasured himself. I seethed as he stroked his erection, but quietly backed out of my bedroom without a word.
In the living room I grounded myself, then calmly woke Rick up. "Is there anything you want to tell me?"
There was a confused look on Rick's face. He had no idea why I was asking.
I repeated myself, "Is there anything you want to tell me?"
"I don't understand why you seem angry Mistress. Did fucking me displease you?"
"I saw you." I snapped.
His eyes were pleading with me for clarification. "Go stand in the corner facing the wall." He quickly got up and did as I said. I sat on the bed and watched him move across the room then stop in the corner near the wooden discipline chair. I stared at his back, his hips, and his entire body for a long time. My eyes moved over him taking in those details I loved. After twenty minutes of tense silence I said, "The whip or my hand?"
Rick took a deep breath then answered, "Your hand Mistress."
Usually I would have him lay across my lap but I still had the dildo strapped to me so I had to do it with him standing. I picked up the dice then sat behind him. He complied when I told him to lean forward and brace his hands on the wall. "After our encounter, you disrespected me by touching yourself. I saw you masturbate, do you deny it?"
"No Mistress."
"You are never to touch yourself sexually without my permission or instruction. That is not a new rule." My voice was calm and steady yet full of disappointment.
"I know." He said, softly.
"If you know, then what is your excuse?"
"With all due respect Mistress, I only touched it briefly."
"And you felt it was ok to waste your seed rather then give it to me, your one and only."
"No ma'am, you misunderstand...I did not cum, I..."
I cut him off, "How dare you. Obviously you don't know your place." I rolled the dice then multiplied the outcome by three. The number three signified all the ways I owned him - mind, body and soul. Lucky for him, I rolled 4 which meant he would receive 12 swats.
I began the count with each stroke, "One... two..."
Rick sucked in air each time. He was being strong for me. I had so much respect for him when he accepted things like a man. I was getting so turned on because each time I spanked him it was like a jolt of electricity was sent to my clit. I began rocking back and forth in the chair, causing the shorter end of the dildo to fuck me.
"...three ...four...five..." My hand stung as it made contact with his bottom. Rick's butt cheeks were warm and red. This was so damn hot, too hot for words, "...six ...seven ...eight..." The spanking was slow and deliberate. I was on the verge of an orgasm but made myself concentrate. We were both new to this lifestyle and learning as we went along. I was still torn about enjoying the discipline but didn't know how to change the fact. All I could hope was that Rick wouldn't resent me for it. My voice softened, each number came out with a moan, "...nine ...ten ...eleven ...twelve..."
There, I was done. I was also aroused, wet and pretty much stuck to the chair. These spankings were infrequent. They were definitely punishment but I found them unexpectedly and overwhelmingly sexually fulfilling. They were not meant to hurt Rick, they were symbolic discipline. What was important was the act of his bending over my knee ...and the fact that he knew I had the right to make it hurt if I so chose. I always made sure my spankings stung, like when you popped a naughty child's hand, but nothing more.