softly and leaned over to speak softly into her ear, all the while stroking her bottom. “No you wouldn’t. It would hurt like hell, but you would survive. And I guarantee I won’t cut and scar you like what you’d receive in Singapore after a stunt like tonight.”
Sufficiently chastised by his truth, she shut up. Five strokes wouldn’t kill her and she would make damn sure she never did anything like this to earn a repeat performance.
“Do you want to continue or do you need a longer break?”
“I want to continue and get it over with.” She turned her head to look at him. His handsome face was close enough to kiss and she wanted this punishment to end so she could crawl into his arms and begin to forget it. “Will you hold me afterwards?”
His answer was a soft smile. The first one she’d seen since he’d tasted the wine on her tongue over an hour ago. “Oh darlin’, you know I will.” His eyes turned serious. “I really don’t enjoy this type of punishment , Joanna. I’m not a sadist and I know you aren’t a masochist. I’d rather be in our bed, giving you easy swats that lightly sting your bottom, your inner thighs and even that delectable pussy. I’d create a sexual heat so scorching hot that you’d beg for me to come deep inside you. That’s the kind of spanking that makes playing enjoyable.”
“As odd as it sounds to apologize to the spanker, I’m sorry I made you do this Peter.”
“Ours might be an odd way but it works for us. Now let’s get this over with so I can kiss away that fiery ache that has been building between your legs.” Her mouth fell open in shock and this time he laughed.
“Baby, your juices have been dripping down your thighs since I walked in here. You might not like the punishment but you get off on the loss of control, the restraints, the naughty position and the power I command over you.” She blushed furiously and he kissed her warm cheeks. “Don’t fret darlin’. You are the yin to my yang. For all those things you like, I like giving to you. You are the submissive to my dominance. We are a perfectly matched pair.
“I love you so much, Peter.”
“I love you too, my beautiful Joanna. Now let’s finish this.”
The cane felt like nothing she had ever experienced. Peeking back over her shoulder, she expected him to lift his arm and put his strength behind each blow. Instead, he flicked it at her and a sensation like a thousand bee stings spread in a burning line across both cheeks.
“Oouuuccchhhh! Holy Mother of Christ.” She cursed and panted as the fire blazed, throwing her head back and arching her back as much as the restraints would allow. Her fingers spread wide at the peak and then clenched into fists as a shudder passed through her. Her toes pattered against the floor as much as her restraints would allow.
“Breathe, darlin’,” he encouraged and then waited a few minutes before another stroke. The slow administration prolonged the punishment, but laying them down too quickly would bring only the initial stinging of the stroke. He was using a light whippy cane which he had learned could be used for punishment, but often was used as a sensual tool to stimulate pleasurable sensations and erotic pain.
Time between strokes allowed the sting to turn into a deep burn that would stimulate the fire in the submissive’s core. As Joanna felt the sting convert to the deep burn, she moaned in response and a fine sheen of sweat broke out on her back. If he’d whipped her too quickly her body wouldn’t have been able to assimilate the deeper sensations, turning the deep burning into pleasure and she wouldn’t have experienced the true pleasure of the cane.
Al though this was punishment, she had already shown guilt, shame and remorse for her actions. If she hadn’t, he would have let her experience only the stinging effects. But he couldn’t do that tonight.
Sufficiently chastised by his truth, she shut up. Five strokes wouldn’t kill her and she would make damn sure she never did anything like this to earn a repeat performance.
“Do you want to continue or do you need a longer break?”
“I want to continue and get it over with.” She turned her head to look at him. His handsome face was close enough to kiss and she wanted this punishment to end so she could crawl into his arms and begin to forget it. “Will you hold me afterwards?”
His answer was a soft smile. The first one she’d seen since he’d tasted the wine on her tongue over an hour ago. “Oh darlin’, you know I will.” His eyes turned serious. “I really don’t enjoy this type of punishment , Joanna. I’m not a sadist and I know you aren’t a masochist. I’d rather be in our bed, giving you easy swats that lightly sting your bottom, your inner thighs and even that delectable pussy. I’d create a sexual heat so scorching hot that you’d beg for me to come deep inside you. That’s the kind of spanking that makes playing enjoyable.”
“As odd as it sounds to apologize to the spanker, I’m sorry I made you do this Peter.”
“Ours might be an odd way but it works for us. Now let’s get this over with so I can kiss away that fiery ache that has been building between your legs.” Her mouth fell open in shock and this time he laughed.
“Baby, your juices have been dripping down your thighs since I walked in here. You might not like the punishment but you get off on the loss of control, the restraints, the naughty position and the power I command over you.” She blushed furiously and he kissed her warm cheeks. “Don’t fret darlin’. You are the yin to my yang. For all those things you like, I like giving to you. You are the submissive to my dominance. We are a perfectly matched pair.
“I love you so much, Peter.”
“I love you too, my beautiful Joanna. Now let’s finish this.”
The cane felt like nothing she had ever experienced. Peeking back over her shoulder, she expected him to lift his arm and put his strength behind each blow. Instead, he flicked it at her and a sensation like a thousand bee stings spread in a burning line across both cheeks.
“Oouuuccchhhh! Holy Mother of Christ.” She cursed and panted as the fire blazed, throwing her head back and arching her back as much as the restraints would allow. Her fingers spread wide at the peak and then clenched into fists as a shudder passed through her. Her toes pattered against the floor as much as her restraints would allow.
“Breathe, darlin’,” he encouraged and then waited a few minutes before another stroke. The slow administration prolonged the punishment, but laying them down too quickly would bring only the initial stinging of the stroke. He was using a light whippy cane which he had learned could be used for punishment, but often was used as a sensual tool to stimulate pleasurable sensations and erotic pain.
Time between strokes allowed the sting to turn into a deep burn that would stimulate the fire in the submissive’s core. As Joanna felt the sting convert to the deep burn, she moaned in response and a fine sheen of sweat broke out on her back. If he’d whipped her too quickly her body wouldn’t have been able to assimilate the deeper sensations, turning the deep burning into pleasure and she wouldn’t have experienced the true pleasure of the cane.
Al though this was punishment, she had already shown guilt, shame and remorse for her actions. If she hadn’t, he would have let her experience only the stinging effects. But he couldn’t do that tonight.
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