Hers to Keep (Irresistibly Bound 3)

“What comes next?” Lindsey asked.

“Next, I’m going to give you a sampler of all my favorite spanking toys. Would you like that?”

Lindsey’s breath quickened. “Yes, Mistress.”

Camilla went over to a cabinet, a different one this time, and pulled out a long, black leather roll with a velvet tie around it. Lindsey was reminded of a roll-up case she used to carry her paintbrushes around. But this one was longer than Camilla’s arm.

“Go lie on the bed on your stomach,” Camilla said.

Lindsey got up from the chair, which was a feat in itself with her hands tied behind her back. As she climbed onto the four-poster bed, she noticed that peeking out from the curtains at the foot of the bed was an X built into the frame, made up from the same dark wood. Camilla said she liked to tie up submissives. Would Camilla one day tie Lindsey to it?

Lindsey lay down on her stomach, her head tilted to one side to watch Camilla. Camilla untied the roll, set it down, and unraveled it along the bed next to Lindsey. The roll had a dozen long, thin pockets. But instead of paint brushes, it contained a variety of whips, crops, and canes. There were also a handful of short paddles and floggers as well as a few implements Lindsey had never seen before.

“First, I’m going to get you all warmed up,” Camilla said.

She dragged her fingers up the back of Lindsey’s legs, all the way to the top of her thighs. Her hands stayed above Lindsey’s dress. Camilla was staying true to her word not to cross any boundaries. But right now, Lindsey was ready to throw those boundaries out the window.

“Move your hands,” Camilla said.

Lindsey lifted her bound wrists up to the middle of her back.

Camilla raised a hand and slapped Lindsey on her ass cheeks, over and over. Lindsey cried out, her skin sparking with electricity. It barely hurt. But with every slap came the perverse thrill of being punished, of enjoying something that she knew she shouldn’t, the taboo of playing at a game so deliciously twisted. All those feelings blended together made a heady cocktail.

After a minute or so, Camilla stopped. She straightened up and surveyed the roll of spanking tools before her. “Let’s go from the mildest to the most intense. I’ll start with this.”

Camilla grabbed one of the paddles from the roll. It was large, flat, and made of hard leather. She flexed it a few times in her hands.

“Didn’t I tell you to lie on your stomach?” Camilla said.

“Sorry, Mistress.” Lindsey hadn’t even realized she’d rolled onto her side to watch Camilla.

“I know this excites you, but I expect you to follow my instructions.”

Camilla spanked Lindsey with the paddle a few times, ramping up the force. Each hit made a loud slap that made Lindsey jump and squirm.

“That’s all?” Camilla said. “I was expecting much more of a reaction. I’ll have to try something with a little more bite.” She tossed the paddle to the side, then pulled out a short whip with dozens of tails. “Like this flogger.”

She flicked the flogger across Lindsey’s ass cheeks. It hit with a heavy sting that made Lindsey yelp.

Camilla whipped her a few more times. “Better. But I don’t think we’re there yet.” Camilla reached into the roll again. “Let’s try a quirt.”

The item she produced was a short whip, this time with only two thick tails. Lindsey had never seen one like it before. Camilla struck Lindsey with it. She sucked in a breath, the sharp kiss of the tails penetrating deep. Lindsey wriggled and pulled at the ropes around her wrists as Camilla brought the quirt down over and over.

Camilla stroked her hand down Lindsey’s arm. “Still okay there?”

“Yes, Mistress.” Lindsey craved more. Of Camilla’s touch, of the whip, of everything.

“Just one more.” Tossing the quirt aside, Camilla picked out a long thin riding crop and flexed it in her hands. “Actually, I think what you really need is a firmer hand.”

Camilla returned the riding crop to its place and reached into the pocket next to it, selecting a thick rattan cane. She swung it through the air a few times. It made a sharp, cutting swoosh.

“The cane can be intense, but I think it’s exactly what you need. Some old-school discipline for a very wicked sub.”

Camilla’s words made Lindsey’s whole body pulse. She shut her eyes, waiting for that telltale swoosh.

But it all happened at the same time. Lindsey heard the sound and felt the sting on her cheeks simultaneously. Lindsey gasped. Camilla struck her again, once, twice, three times. Every blow vibrated through her, traveling up her spine, down to her toes, and right between her legs.

Camilla slid her hand down to caress Lindsey’s ass cheeks over her dress. “You like that, don’t you?”