Paul released her hand from the small of her back, so that he could continue toying with the duster. He instructed her to keep her hands in front of her on the sofa, and was initially surprised when she obeyed, but L- quickly began using the leverage to push back against the handle with greater intensity
*SMACK* "mm..Four, thank you Sir". She could feel the bulge in his jeans under her lap, and worked to try and grind against it as he continued with her punishment.
All too soon the 10 strikes had been administered, and L- was left with a disappointing anti-climax as Paul removed the duster from her ass and gently rubbed her reddened cheeks. "Are you going to be a good girl now, Miss L-?" he asked
"Hmph!" she replied, clearly trying to convey with her shifting pelvis how much she wanted him to continue. When it was clear that he was not going to, she gave a resentful "yes Sir" and sat up.
"Good girl" he replied, kissing her tenderly first on the cheek, and then full on the mouth. L- was not fully responsive, but when she felt Paul's hand moving to squeeze her burning ass she quickly began kissing him with more enthusiasm. It didn't take long before this caused the heat to return to her crotch.
Withdrawing his kiss, he smiled. "I'd best get this mess cleaned up, be careful of the glass". He moved around the coffee table leaving her curled up on the sofa. Her feet keeping her buttocks off the cushion so that she could gingerly caress them, her other hand lightly playing with her sopping pussy through the fabric of her underwear. He returned shortly afterwards with a dustpan and brush.
"I will sort this, why don't you go into the kitchen and get dinner sorted,
Miss
L-
" he said, ensuring she knew he was retaining his authority.
"Yes Sir", she replied, rising from the sofa. "And what would you like?" she asked, with only a faint mocking tone in her voice to challenge him.
"How about burgers? There is some of that nice BBQ rub still in the cupboard" he replied. Her tone had not gone unnoticed, but his focus remained on clearing the glass.
"Right away sir." she replied, heading to the kitchen.
Once the door was closed behind her, L-'s hand returned between her thighs to continue what she had started on the sofa. Paul's work with the duster, combined with the swats of the paddle had left her soaking insider her panties. She worked her fingers deep inside herself, expertly reaching to her most sensitive areas. With her other hand she began furiously rubbing her clit. Her eyes closed, her tongue absent mindedly parting her pursed lips to mute her moans. She was so lost within her sexual frenzy that she didn't even hear Paul enter the kitchen, creeping behind her and yanking her hands away.
L- moaned in frustration as he spun her to face him, his hands still clamped down on her wrists like bands of iron. "I thought you were supposed to be making dinner?" he replied condescendingly. Her eyes implored him to allow her to continue, "Please" she whimpered.
"No, I don't think so" he replied. "I had come to check and see that your ass wasn't too sore. But it seems like the real fire," he paused, parting her legs with his own and grinding the top of his thigh against her sex, "is here."
L- offered no resistance as he let one of her hands free and opened the freezer door, too busy enjoying his leg against her cunt. She reacted a second too slow, and let out a shriek of surprise as a handful of ice cubes were pressed into her underwear, and held firm against her pussy with his hand. She desperately tried to shift away from them, but his hand was immovable.
"Ah you fucking bastard!" she cried "Stop it!!" he had managed to force one of the cubes inside of her before removing his hand, and chuckled as she worked to fish the cubes out of her underwear and allow them to skitter across the floor.
"There you go, that should help you put out the fire!" he said, laughing and returned to the living room.
Her orgasm had been truly extinguished by this, replaced with a seething anger at Paul. She turned to the cupboard racking her mind for ways to get her own back, and was presented with the opportunity. In front of the BBQ rub was a bottle of their ultra-potent hot sauce.
*I'll give you fire* she thought...
"Sir, dinner's ready" Miss L- called sweetly into the living room. Paul stood and followed her swaying ass to the dining table where she was already setting the two plates down.
"This looks fantastic L-, good girl" Paul beamed, clearly impressed with her cooking skills. He pulled out Miss L-'s chair for her and she sat down gingerly, wincing at how sore her ass still was. He sat down with her and lifted the burger to his mouth as L- sat watching, practically gripping the table with anticipation. But at the last moment he put it back down. "Sorry, ketchup" he replied, about to rise from his seat.
"No don't worry, I will get it" L- blurted, pressing a hand on his shoulder to keep him in the chair. She didn't want him to realise the hot sauce was out on the kitchen counter and give the game away. "Don't start without me" she called over her shoulder, trying to keep her voice nonchalant.
Returning, she saw that he was waiting patiently, and he thanked her as he poured the sauce out for his chips. The tension she felt waiting for him to take a bite was deafening, but she worked hard to keep her face straight all the same. When he finally did take a bite, she waited anxiously for his reaction..
"Fantastic L-, thanks" he said, continuing with his meal.
"Umm, you're welcome Sir" she replied, confused. Had she not used enough? Was he just masking his discomfort? She pondered this while chewing her own burger, curious to see if and when he would notice the heat from the sauce.
And then the heat started creeping into her own mouth, and she realised he had switched them! Her eyes went wide as he started grinning, and when she tried to spit it out his hand was clamped on her mouth in an instant to keep her from doing so. "No no," he stated, keeping one hand over her mouth and the other bracing the back of her head, "eat your dinner" he commanded. L- tried to pry his hand loose, but his grip was resolute. Her mouth was already on fire, and so she resigned to working fast to chew and swallow. Once he had seen that she had finished, he removed his hand so she could douse the flames with her glass of water, taking large gulps and trying to swish it in her mouth to soothe the fire.
"You bastard," she gasped, when she had finally recovered enough "you switched them!"
He lightly slapped her in admonishment. "Don't be rude. You were too sweet when you served it, I knew something was up. You could have just been a good girl, but no you had to try and get one up, didn't you? Now what do you say?"
She kept her mouth shut. There was no way she would apologise when he hadn't even fallen for it.
"Hmm, very well, I guess you can eat in silence, you don't want your burger getting cold"
She looked down at the plate, and then realised what he was suggesting. "Paul- Sir, please, can I get something else?" she asked.
He paused, took a small bite of her burger to gauge how hot it was, and winced as the heat built in his mouth too. "No, I think you will be fine with that. Here's what we are going to do" he said, setting a timer on his phone and placing it on the table, "I'm going to give you 3 minutes to finish it. You get one more glass of water, and whatever you haven't finished at the 3 minute mark, I am going to rub into your cunt. 3..2..1..GO!"
Her eyes went wide with terror. Surely he wouldn't do that to her, would he? But while she sat mouth agape he had already started the timer. Reading her mind, he held one wrist to the table "Don't try and resist. Do you really want to risk having the whole thing being rubbed into your pussy? Now, you are wasting time" he said, motioning to the timer which already read 2:44. Steeling herself, she took a large bite of the burger and mechanically chewed trying to ignore the heat that was steadily rebuilding in her mouth. She managed a second bite before she again had to pause and take another gulp of water, careful to ration it for when she needed more later. Looking back at the timer, she had just two minutes left and could feasibly eat the rest in 5 regular bites. Not wanting to waste time, she persevered taking another large mouthful such that the sauce was smearing on her cheeks and burning her lips, but at this pace she was certain she could finish in three. Paul was impressed by her resolve, and offered words of encouragement to keep going. The heat in her mouth was constant now, and so she resolved to saving her water until the meal was finished. Taking such large bites, was slowing her down, but with 50 seconds left on the timer she put the last morsel in her mouth, and chewing quickly was finished with 30 seconds to spare. She lunged for the glass of water and drained it in one to wash away as much of the spice as she could. After a little bout of coughing, L- turned to face Paul and, panting from the heat, opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue in triumph to show that she had succeeded. She had won, with 6 seconds left on the timer.
