I am about to accept my punishment—again. My knees are so weak, I can barely walk as he half leads, half carries me toward our bedroom.
"Lean over the bed." I'm surprised. I was sure he was going for the riding crop. He reaches across me and I hear him rummaging in "the drawer"; the one with the lock and all the playtime stuff in it. His well lubed finger slides up and down the cleft of my ass. I'm shivering as he drips some more of the cool lube on my asshole. With his hand on the small of my back, he slips his finger inside. He fucks my ass with first one finger, and then adds another. I'm getting so turned on again. He knows I want that nice fat cock to replace his fingers. Instead, he pushes in the butt plug I bought with one smooth motion. I moan and my breath comes in short gasps as I adjust to the invasion. His hand moves down to my pussy.
"What a little slut you are. You're wet again already." He rubs his fingers up and down my slit. "Over here" he says.
I stand up and move over to the closet. "Get rid of the shoes." I bend over and slowly remove one shoe at a time, giving him a great view of my plugged ass and stalling the inevitable. "The stalling is going to cost you." Damn. Who knew I was so transparent? I tuck the shoes into the closet and close the door.
He moves me aside and reaches up to the bar I installed this afternoon. He does a few chin ups and smiles over at me. Apparently he is satisfied with my ability to use a screw gun and stud finder. "Grab the bar." He steps out of the way and I step up. I stand up on the balls of my feet and grab hold. He buckles the leather around my wrists and slides them apart. He pushes down the hard rubber stoppers I added on the bar to keep the restraints from sliding. He runs his hands up my arms and pushes in but my wrists aren't going anywhere. Satisfied, he bends and gives my ankles the same treatment.
He steps up behind me, pressing against my back. He is so hard. He reaches around and grabs my breasts, crushing them in his hands, pinching my nipples hard. One hand slides down to my stomach, the other begins pulling and twisting the butt plug. He starts to fuck me slowly with it, pulling it part way out and slamming it back in. I am nearly out of my mind. He must feel my stomach muscles quivering under his hand as I'm about to cum, because he slams it home and backs away from me.
I hear rustling on the bed and then feel the loop of the riding crop touch the back of my neck. "Your safe word is broccoli," he says as he runs the crop from my neck down my spine to the top of my ass. "It is broccoli because every time you eat it from now on, you are going to picture yourself, spread-eagled, ass plugged, completely at my mercy, which we both know is in short supply."
I shudder. The crop slides lower, between my butt cheeks, over the butt plug, down into my wet pussy. He slides it in and out. If I could move enough to squirm I would, but I have to settle for heavy breathing. When I'm on the edge of orgasm again, he stops and pulls it out.
I hear the swish before I feel the first crack of the riding crop across my back. I gasp and flinch as much as I'm able at the pain. The blows start falling steadily across my back, my ass, and my thighs. I lose the count I've been keeping in my head somewhere around 25. Tears fill my eyes and the safe word springs to my lips, but I hold onto it and just breathe through the pain. This isn't for me; it's for him.