“I…I don’t know. How do I choose?” She turned her head to look at him.
“Do you want me to pick?” he asked her, amusement in his voice.
“I don’t know,” she answered again. Afraid to pick and afraid not to.
“If you don’t pick one, I will have to. I’m going to count to ten and if you haven’t chosen something by then I will,” he told her, walking back to the chair and leaving her alone to choose.
“Oh,” Theresa said in a small voice, looking at everything in front of her.
“One, two…” Alan started counting slowly, waiting several seconds between each number to give her time to look and touch.
Theresa reached out and tentatively touched a small ping-pong-like paddle. One side was leather and the other was wood. It didn’t look like it could hurt too bad and it was small. She remembered how the paddle he had used the other night felt, and had second thoughts. Then she looked at something that looked like a small fly swatter, that would sting, but it was also small.
“Seven, eight…” she heard Alan say in the background. Time was almost up. There were bigger paddles, but she was sure they would hurt more. She didn’t even want to think about him using a strap on her, sure that would really hurt. There were canes and switches, but she didn’t like the look of those either. Grabbing the small fly-swatter-like thing, she took a deep breath and turned to him.
“This,” she said firmly.
“Are you sure?” he asked her, sure she didn’t know that it was called a clit whip and used primarily on that part of a woman’s anatomy.
“Yes,” she stated, more confident this time.
“Do you know where that is meant to be used?” he asked her.
“On the bottom, where else would someone be spanked?” she said quickly.
“There are several places I will use that, but first you need to be naked,” he said, as he pulled her toward him, and started lifting her dress.
“Several places, you are going to spank me somewhere beside on the bottom?” She was not so sure of her choice now.
“Yes, I’m going to spank you on other parts of your body. I can punish you wherever I feel that you deserve it.”
“Oh,” she answered, really unsure of her choice now. Where would he choose to use it? She had never thought about him using it other places. Thinking back to some of the books she read, she now realized where he could use that small whip.
“Lift your arms, this needs to come off,” Alan told her as he lifted her dress, skimming the backs of his hands over her from thigh to just below her arms while pulling the dress up.
Without thinking, Theresa complied, still mulling over all the places he could use the small whip and wondering how much it would hurt.
“Are you scared?” Alan asked her, not wanting her to be too overwhelmed.
“A little, maybe,” Theresa answered truthfully.”
“Do you remember the safe words I told you about?”
“Yes.”
“What are they and what do they mean?” He wanted to make sure she knew she had the power to stop this.
“Yellow for slow down, and red, everything stops for the night and we go home.”
“Right and you won’t be scared to use them?”
“No, I’ll use them.” Theresa hoped this was true, but she was so afraid of disappointing Alan that she didn’t think she would call a stop even if it got to be too much.
“Okay, I don’t want you to talk any more unless I ask you a question or you need to use one of your safe words. I’m going to restrain you for your punishment. No coming unless I give you permission. Understand?”
Theresa swallowed a couple times and took a deep breath. “Yes,” she said in a small voice.
Alan backed her up against the wall. Embedded in the wood there were several eye hooks at various heights for restraining subs. Taking a soft silk scarf from the drawer in the dresser, he tied both her wrists together and fastened them over her head.