“Ohhh,” Tasha moaned, her knees buckling slightly.
“Uh-oh, can’t have that. No falling,” Tim told her, catching her behind the knees and lifting her to carry her to the far wall. There was a small bench, and Tim sat on it, holding her in his lap. “Okay, darling?” he asked in a deep southern drawl. His voice tingled down her spine.
“Yes, Sir,” she breathed, barely able to answer him.
“Good girl.” Tim took her mouth for a soft kiss that deepened until it became a claiming. Slipping one hand between her legs, he found her clit and began pinching and pulling the little nub until she was thrashing and moaning on his lap. Just before her climax started, he stopped and sat her up from the reclining position she had been in. “No, no, baby, not yet.”
He stood and placed her on her feet. Then he showed her how he wanted her bent over the bench and fastened her arms and legs to the hooks on the bench that were for that purpose. Adjusting everything so that she would not be straining any muscles, he walked around her, checking everything a second time.
He inserted a small plug in her ass and asked, “Good, baby?”
Let’s see, I’m lying on a bench with my boobs hanging down, my legs spread so my hoo-ha is right out there, and oh, I have a plug up my ass. Yeah, I guess I’m good.
“Yes, Sir,” she managed to say in a nonsarcastic voice.
“Good, baby.” Tim ran his hand down her back to the plug and pushed it in and out a few times. He was having her ass tonight. Letting his hand slip farther down, he found her clit and tweaked it a few times until he heard her moan.
Satisfied with her position and readiness, he went to his toy bag, which he had placed in the room earlier, and got a paddle and a crop. He hadn’t used either on her yet, and tonight was all about new experiences.
Walking back over to her, he hit the remote and started music playing. Checking her restraints one more time, he knelt down and kissed her thoroughly before walking back behind her. “Due to your brattiness earlier, you are due a punishment. I believe the count was at fifteen. Do you care to say anything?”
Keeping her voice as calm as she could, she answered, “No, Sir.”
“Very good, I will start with my hand. This will be a warm-up and not count toward your punishment.”
“Yes, Sir.” Tasha was mumbling to herself. I should be celebrating, not getting my ass whipped. This is the night of my engagement, and here I am, ass up over a goddamned spanking bench. Some days this Dom/sub thing just sucks.
“What was that?” It was as if Tim could hear her thoughts.
“Nothing, Sir,” she added with just a hint of a whine in her voice.
“It better be nothing. I planned this as a celebration, not a punishment. I think I’ll add five. You have a little bit of an attitude tonight.”
“Yes, Sir,” Tasha answered with a sniffle, feeling sorry for herself.
Tim walked around and squatted in front of her. “Baby, once I get this punishment done, I will make sure we celebrate.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said with a sniffle.
Tim walked back around her and started by squeezing both her ass cheeks several times. Then he lightly swatted her, moving faster and swatting harder as he went. When he had her a nice rosy shade of pink, he stepped back and kissed each cheek. Removing the small plug, he replaced it with a larger one. They hadn’t done a lot of anal play, and this would be only the second time he took her ass, so he wanted to stretch her more.
“It’s too big. Take it out,” Tasha whined.
Tim hauled back with the large wooden paddle he had and smacked both her cheeks. The paddle was about an inch thick and the size of a sheet of paper about eight by eleven inches.
“That was for the attitude and not addressing me properly. It does not count toward your fifteen.” He was going to give her ten with the paddle and then five with the crop.
“Yes, Sir,” she said, sniffling.
Tim ignored her sniffling. She had brought this on with her attitude. He finished with the paddle, and her ass was a bright cherry red, gorgeous.
He ran his hand over the warmed skin several times and squeezed. Leaning down, he took a bite of each cheek, then blew on the marked skin.
Getting the crop, he smacked it on his palm a few times, liking the sound of it.
“What’s that?” Tasha asked, startled at the sound.
“I told you, no talking unless you were asked a question,” he answered her and smacked her right cheek with the crop.