Avery knew she was in trouble. When Sir called earlier, he asked what she did last night. It seemed like a harmless little fib of omission at the time when she replied, "Nothing. Take out and TV." He gave no indication that he knew she wasn't telling the whole truth. But now, driving over to his place, she just knew in the pit of her stomach that he knew.
Decked out in PJs and settled in with the remote, Avery mindlessly flipped through the channels. A Hallmark movie was just starting when the phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Bitch, where the hell are you?!?"
Avery laughed at her friend Noelle, "Home, wherever you are sounds loud."
"Get your butt to Indigo! That DJ from New Year's is here and I've got Molly."
Normally, Avery wouldn't have had a problem sticking to her plan of a relaxing TV night. But the week had been stressful with work... and she missed her Tuesday session with Sir because of her dad's birthday. What she really needed, was a night of mindless fun with her friend.
After throwing on her good black 'club dress,' a heavy dose of eyeliner, and some heels, Avery jumped in an Uber and was at the club in less than an hour. Quickly, she found Noelle and a stiff drink.
Throwing her head back, dancing to a Rihanna song, Avery felt blissfully happy. Sure, maybe Molly helped get her there, but it was fucking fantastic. Grinding between the two young men, without a care in the world, a brief thought of texting Sir was gone before it was even fully formed.
Avery drove to Sir's house thinking of what may be in store, and nervously chewing on her lip. He couldn't possibly know she went out last night, could he? It was Saturday night, one of their usual session times. They tried to keep a schedule of 'play nights' on Tuesday and Saturday and the rest of their time was a normal vanilla relationship. Truly, Avery felt like she had two hot men in her life -- strict and demanding Sir twice a week (and more when they both needed it), and Brad as her loving boyfriend the rest of the time. After several years together, they had the role play down to a science. Avery couldn't imagine how she could be happier or more connected to a partner.
Brad was not on her mind as she pulled onto the quiet rural road. Only Sir. On these drives, Avery always had to remind herself to be careful. It was so easy to get distracted by the nervous anticipation and suddenly -- a deer... or groundhog, or rabbit. God forbid a cyclist.
She brought her mind back to the road and tried to focus on only that until she pulled into the circular drive of the large Tudor house. With a final deep breath, Avery grabbed her purse off the passenger seat and steadied herself for the night ahead.
He never ceased to make her shiver. Sir's dark good looks made her heart skip a beat every time she saw him, even if only a day had passed. She couldn't resist running a hand through his sexy tousled black hair as she stood on tip toes to give him a kiss. She let her hand run down over his faded tee shirt, feeling the hard muscle underneath. Already, Avery could feel her panties getting wet. He always had that effect on her. And lately, as their sessions got more and more intense, she just felt closer and more attracted to him.
They went straight to the play room, preferring to save drinks and conversation for later in the night -- after they were spent and blissed out from the exertion of their activities.
Avery quickly stripped out of her clothes, folding everything neatly and placing the small bundle on a chair in the corner. This was their ritual.
She slipped into her position, naked and kneeling on the plush rug at Sir's feet. He was barefoot, but his jeans and tee would stay on until he saw fit.
Avery stared at his feet and waited. It was warm enough in the room that she didn't feel overly uncomfortable in her nakedness.
"Avery, I'm very disappointed in you," his deep voice made her heart flip. "Do you know why?"
Ugh, he does know, Avery thought to herself. Oh fuck... unless I did something else!? She stalled for a second, running through anything she possibly could have done to breach his rules.
"I think so, Sir."
"Mmm, I bet." Avery kept her eyes downcast as he ran his hands through her long hair, absently brushing it over her shoulder.
"You thought it was appropriate to take illegal narcotics at a nightclub, jeopardizing your safety, while putting yourself at risk with not one, but two men."
"No -- I --" Avery couldn't get her protest out before Sir cut her off.
"I'm not done!" His harsh voice cut through the silence of the room. Not loud, no never loud. Just so so commanding.
"I have it on good authority that you let two men put their hands all over you. I don't want to hear your excuses that it was just dancing. I think my little Avery liked having the attentions of two men."
Avery's thoughts spun trying to think of the angle he would try to play this from. Not jealousy, he wasn't that type.
"Honestly, I can't be too upset with you," Avery almost sighed in relief until he continued, "it's my fault really. Obviously, you have needs that aren't totally being met, and that is my most important job."
Sir tipped Avery's chin back so he could look at her, "My sweet Avery, we are going to have quite the night."
Sir helped Avery up and directed her to the St. Andrew's Cross. Turning her away from him, he pulled first one wrist into the leather cuff and pulled it as tight as it would go. Letting his hand graze across her ass, he moved on to the other hand. With both wrists tightly fastened, he picked up the spreader bar from the shelf and moved between her ankles.
Sir fastened the leather strap around her ankle. "Wider," he commanded, spreading her ankles uncomfortably wide. With her ankles so far apart and her arms on either side of her head, Avery was tipped forward slightly, giving Sir delicious access to her tight ass.
As he moved around behind her; Avery anticipated the first blow. Would it be a sharp sting or a heavy crack? The crack won out as she felt the hard paddle against the fleshy roundness of her butt. Blow after blow came down across each cheek. First one, then the other, then low, then high. After several minutes, she heard the paddle placed back on the shelf and took a breath. Next was the cane. Avery wasn't a fan and always felt it hard to deal with. Just when she thought her pain tolerance was ok, out would come the cane to put her in her place.
