The rain hit the bay window with a harsh, pounding rhythm. Phoebe always loved listening to the rain at night and tonight was no exception. She lie nude in her plush, queen sized bed twisted between the sheets alongside her lover Cole. She sighed softly to herself as she recounted the events of the last few nights.
In nearly every way, Cole has forsaken his demonic ways, as difficult as it has been for him. In nearly every way except for one, that is. Three nights ago, Phoebe and Cole were in the midst of making love and something strangely salacious happened. For fun and to spice up their sex life, Phoebe thought it might be interesting to add a little light BDSM into their encounters. She dressed the part of a dominatrix, complete with a black latex crotchless corset, and approached Cole with a leather-ended riding crop in her hands. Enjoying the reaction she got from Cole, Phoebe decided to try out her new role and play it out to the hilt.
"Take off your clothes and get on the bed, Cole, "she ordered coolly.
Cole's sensual mouth broke into a raunchy grin and he quickly tore off his clothes.
"I want you on all fours, " Phoebe instructed.
Cole complied, his cock growing harder by the minute.
"You know, Cole...even though you are good now, you have done a lot of very bad things since we've known each other, " Phoebe began, pacing back and forth in front of her naked boyfriend, who remained in doggy-style position wondering what his Mistress was going to do next.
" In fact, even though I've forgiven you for your demonic acts, I think you deserve to be punished severely for being such a cruel and ruthless bastard in the past," Phoebe said matter-of-factly.
"What did you have in mind, Mistress Phoebe?" Cole asked cautiously.
She laughed wickedly, throwing her head back. "That's for me to know and for you to find out, slut!"
Cole was unmistakably aroused by this "act" Phoebe was putting on, but something else stirred within him a bit.
Phoebe stood behind Cole and rubbed the riding crop over his bare buttocks.
"Such a lovely, creamy ass you have....its almost a shame to think what it will look like when I am done with you," Phoebe hissed.
And with those words, she brought the crop down onto Cole's naked backside. He winced slightly, but did not say a word. Phoebe took that as a good sign, so she delivered another blow, then another...each with more impact than the last.
Cole's dark eyes were shut tightly. The pain only bothered him slightly, but there was something inside of him fighting to remain quiet.
"This one's for the innocent's you murdered!" Phoebe lambasted him, swatting his ass.
