different reason. I knelt down beside her and gently stroked her hair. "Safewords, Kat, what are they?"
"Yellow and red," she responded immediately. I knew that she knew what they were. I was simply reminding her that she had a right to use them. A first punishment was frequently when you would hear a safeword from a new sub for the first time. I didn't plan to hit her very hard, but it would still be a brand new experience for her, and you could never be too careful.
"Good girl," I whispered. " Lie down over the bench." I helped her get into position so that her stomach and breasts were pressed flat against the leather, her hands up by her head. Her hips made a perfect 90 -degree angle over the edge.
I picked up a length of rope from the couch. I had mixed feelings about binding a submissive for a first spanking, but in Kat's case I thought it was a good idea. Many submissives had a natural reaction of putting their hands protectively over their backsides. Unfortunately, it was a really bad instinct. The ass and thighs could take a lot more punishment than the hands could. It didn't really matter for tonight, because I was going to use my bare hands on her, but it could be dangerous with a paddle or strap. I wasn't willing to risk broken fingers.
I looped the rope around her wrists in what was now a familiar pattern for her. I bound her hands together in front of her, above her head. I did not tie her to anything, but it would still be nearly impossible for her to get her hands behind her in a timely man ne r.
Satisfied, I made a slow circle around her, making sure that everything was the way I wanted it. She trembled slightly when I knelt down behind her. I put my knees between hers and gently widened her stance a little bit. I stroked her thigh gently with one hand and leaned forward, pressing my chest to her back, applying just a little weight. She let out a shaky breath under me.
I kissed her back softly waiting for her to calm down . I wanted anticipation, not fear. I traced my fingertips over the soft skin of her legs and ass and spoke softly to her. She responded well. I dipped two fingers gently into her pussy. She was dripping. She pushed her hips back, trying to impale herself further on my fingers, but I pulled away.
"Patience, sweetheart. I'm going to spank you now. I'm going to give you ten swats, and I want you to count them out loud one through ten. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Good girl."
I drew back and brought my hand down right on the middle of her right ass cheek. She jerked her hips forward and let out a small squeak. She did not count. I waited. Nothing.
"Count, Katlyn," I commanded, “ or we will start over. ”
"One, Sir. Sorry, Sir."
"Better." I smacked her on the other side. She counted immediately this time. Her "two" was a little high-pitched, full of nerves, but it didn't sound like it was too painful. I used a little more force on three. She surprised me by wiggling her hips slightly. I didn't think it was conscious, but it was obvious that this aroused her. It aroused me too. She was so fucking beautiful like this.
After six, I gave her a momentary breather, using my hands instead to reach under her and stroke her clit. She let out a sexy little moan and bucked against my hand. She wasn't far from orgasm, but I wasn't going to permit her to cum until we were done with her punishment.
"Four more," I said, pulling my hand away. She sighed softly, and I wasn't sure if it was reflecting the loss of contact to her clit or excitement at finishing the set. Maybe both.
Her ass was barely pink, and she wasn't crying or safewording so I decided to really let her feel the last four. I delivered them swiftly, two to her ass and two to the tops of her thighs. Four distinct prints were fading quickly from her rosy skin. Absolutely fucking erotic. She was panting, her whole body rocking against the leather stool. My cock was painfully hard in my jeans. I had to have her. Now.
I unzipped
"Yellow and red," she responded immediately. I knew that she knew what they were. I was simply reminding her that she had a right to use them. A first punishment was frequently when you would hear a safeword from a new sub for the first time. I didn't plan to hit her very hard, but it would still be a brand new experience for her, and you could never be too careful.
"Good girl," I whispered. " Lie down over the bench." I helped her get into position so that her stomach and breasts were pressed flat against the leather, her hands up by her head. Her hips made a perfect 90 -degree angle over the edge.
I picked up a length of rope from the couch. I had mixed feelings about binding a submissive for a first spanking, but in Kat's case I thought it was a good idea. Many submissives had a natural reaction of putting their hands protectively over their backsides. Unfortunately, it was a really bad instinct. The ass and thighs could take a lot more punishment than the hands could. It didn't really matter for tonight, because I was going to use my bare hands on her, but it could be dangerous with a paddle or strap. I wasn't willing to risk broken fingers.
I looped the rope around her wrists in what was now a familiar pattern for her. I bound her hands together in front of her, above her head. I did not tie her to anything, but it would still be nearly impossible for her to get her hands behind her in a timely man ne r.
Satisfied, I made a slow circle around her, making sure that everything was the way I wanted it. She trembled slightly when I knelt down behind her. I put my knees between hers and gently widened her stance a little bit. I stroked her thigh gently with one hand and leaned forward, pressing my chest to her back, applying just a little weight. She let out a shaky breath under me.
I kissed her back softly waiting for her to calm down . I wanted anticipation, not fear. I traced my fingertips over the soft skin of her legs and ass and spoke softly to her. She responded well. I dipped two fingers gently into her pussy. She was dripping. She pushed her hips back, trying to impale herself further on my fingers, but I pulled away.
"Patience, sweetheart. I'm going to spank you now. I'm going to give you ten swats, and I want you to count them out loud one through ten. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Good girl."
I drew back and brought my hand down right on the middle of her right ass cheek. She jerked her hips forward and let out a small squeak. She did not count. I waited. Nothing.
"Count, Katlyn," I commanded, “ or we will start over. ”
"One, Sir. Sorry, Sir."
"Better." I smacked her on the other side. She counted immediately this time. Her "two" was a little high-pitched, full of nerves, but it didn't sound like it was too painful. I used a little more force on three. She surprised me by wiggling her hips slightly. I didn't think it was conscious, but it was obvious that this aroused her. It aroused me too. She was so fucking beautiful like this.
After six, I gave her a momentary breather, using my hands instead to reach under her and stroke her clit. She let out a sexy little moan and bucked against my hand. She wasn't far from orgasm, but I wasn't going to permit her to cum until we were done with her punishment.
"Four more," I said, pulling my hand away. She sighed softly, and I wasn't sure if it was reflecting the loss of contact to her clit or excitement at finishing the set. Maybe both.
Her ass was barely pink, and she wasn't crying or safewording so I decided to really let her feel the last four. I delivered them swiftly, two to her ass and two to the tops of her thighs. Four distinct prints were fading quickly from her rosy skin. Absolutely fucking erotic. She was panting, her whole body rocking against the leather stool. My cock was painfully hard in my jeans. I had to have her. Now.
I unzipped
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