opinions.”
“Ok.”
I yelped when he smacked me again, this time a bit harder than before. Heat flared between my legs at the stinging that swept through my ass.
“Rule number two. Whenever we are in this room, you are to address me as sir. Is that understood?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good. There are other rules, but we will get to those later.”
He walked back around to stand in front of me. Grasping my arm, he led me to a piece of furniture that looked very much like a pommel horse a gymnast would gyrate on except it didn’t have the handles on top. Instead, it featured cuffs dangling from each end.
The other aspect that was different was that this piece of furniture had a cushioned base that extended out from the bottom on each side. My mind couldn’t even begin to imagine what it was used for, but I had a feeling I was about to find out.
A shiver raced down my spine when Mr. Weatherton walked behind me and trailed his fingers lightly down it, ending at the waistband of my lacy panties. He curled his fingers over the band and drew them down over my curvy hips and legs until they puddled at my feet.
“Climb up and straddle the top, letting your knees and lower legs rest on the edges.”
I placed a knee on the ledge and did as instructed, the smooth leather feeling cool to my heated skin.
“Lie down. Let your arms dangle and your cheek rest on the horse.”
Ahh, so it was still called a horse.
I did as he commanded, and felt a trickle of apprehension when he fastened the padded cuffs around my wrists and ankles. They were strapped tightly to the sides of the horse, so I had no wiggle room.
He walked out of my line of sight. The only hint I had of what was to come was a whistling of the air a split second before the palm of his hand landed on my bare, exposed ass. I yelped when his flesh connected with mine. The lick stung and radiated instant heat through my cheeks.
I closed my eyes and got lost in the sensation as he landed two more blows on my bare ass. The focus of my world narrowed to the feeling of his palm smacking against my exposed cheeks and the heat radiating straight to my pussy. The more he spanked me, the more aroused I became, and I just knew that the leather beneath my pussy would be wet with my juices.
I was so lost in the sensations that it took me a moment to realize his hand now rubbed against my inflamed flesh. I whimpered as his hand dipped lower and grazed across the swollen lips of my sex.
“Your punishment is complete. It is now your choice as to whether or not you wish to continue or be released.”
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My brain was a fog of need, pleasure, and pain, and I wasn’t quite sure what he meant.
He walked around to the side of the horse and knelt so that his face was inches from mine. He gently brushed back a strand of hair that had fallen to cover my eye.
“Katie, my punishments will never involve taking something you don’t freely give. However, I do have needs that this room fulfills. Based on the answers you gave in the questionnaire plus the way you react to being punished, I believe you too have needs this room fulfills.
“We can discover those needs together, or you can stop here and go back to your room. However, this is a one-time offer. If you choose to be released, I won’t make it again.”
Did that mean he would never touch me again? Never spank me again? I couldn’t bear the thought of it. He’d awakened something inside me that I didn’t know existed, and I needed to know more. I needed to feel his touch on my skin. Wherever it might lead, I didn’t know, but I wasn’t about to walk away.
I tried to speak but no sound came out. I swallowed and tried again.
“I wish to continue…sir.”
I couldn’t mistake the look that passed over his face even though he hid it quickly. He was happy. He wanted me to continue. Did that mean he wanted me?
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