“He should have explained it was a negotiation.”
“I suppose I didn’t think he’d want to play with me if I argued.” She looked back at him. “Won’t make that mistake again.”
No, he didn’t think she would.
“Eyes away from me,” he ordered. But his voice wasn’t as hard as he’d intended. He squeezed her ass then gave it a firm smack. She jolted, let out a breath, but stayed in place. He smacked her other cheek. Back and forth, he smacked silently until he’d counted out twenty. Her ass was a bright pink. He stopped, checked her breathing, took note of how she held herself. She was holding steady. Her breathing was fast but not erratic. He ran his hand over her ass.
“Just so you know,” he told her. “I won’t ever withhold affection as a punishment. You break the rules, you get yourself spanked. Or plugged. Or both.” He slid his fingers down to the lips of her pussy. Yeah, just as he thought, she was wet.
“If you’ve been really bad, I might get out the ginger. You ever been figged, wildcat?” He pushed a finger deep inside her pussy. He had to remind himself this was punishment. This wasn’t play. Except from how wet she was, it seemed she liked this punishment a bit too much. Damn, but she felt good sucking him in.
“What? No.”
He smacked his hand down on her ass. “No, what?”
“No, Sir. I’ve never been figged. And it doesn’t sound like something I want to try,” she said almost primly.
He had to smile. “Well, then you better make sure you don’t disobey me. You might not like a spanking so much with a piece of ginger inside your rectum.”
“Can I negotiate that we don’t use that as a punishment?”
Uh-oh, maybe he’d created a monster.
“You’re trying to tell me ginger is a trigger for you? Something that will cause you emotional upset?”
“No,” she muttered. “Might not ever be able to look at it the same again, though.”
No, she probably wouldn’t.
“There are other punishments. I could spank you with a paddle then put a clit tickler on you and make you stand in the corner, hands against the wall, legs spread, unable to touch yourself as I drive you to the edge of orgasm over and over.”
“Okay, the ginger doesn’t sound so bad,” she squeaked out.
Yeah, but now he was close to coming in his pants at just the thought of her red butt on display, her little whimpers as he drove her crazy with arousal.
“Ever been denied an orgasm?”
“I went without an orgasm for years.”
She had? Interesting. Even if she hadn’t had a partner didn’t she masturbate?
“You don’t masturbate?”
“Oh, fuck, I can’t believe you asked me that.”
He gave her another five smacks to her left cheek, he now had two fingers up her pussy. He held them still as he smacked her ass.
“You will answer me respectfully when I ask you a question. And remember how to address me.”
“More rules? Sir?” she groaned as he resumed finger fucking her.
“Yes.”
“Let me guess, you were the perfect student? I bet you never got sent to the principal’s office.”
Actually, he’d been the exact opposite. He’d been in so much trouble as a teenager he’d very nearly ended up in jail. But he didn’t intend to tell her any of that.
“Answer the question, little subbie, before I go get my paddle.”