Page 5 of Jaded
I walked around her, tying her hands loosely at the small of her back, just enough to give her the feeling of being restrained. I ran my hands down her spine like I was counting her vertebrae, then squeezed the luscious globes of her ass. I couldn’t wait to mark her. Stepping closer, close enough that my front was only an inch or two from her back, I whispered in her ear.
“If you’re a good girl – a very good girl – I’ll let you come.”
She shuddered, a delightful pink rising up her cheeks. She liked the idea. Good, so did I. I rarely cared enough to get my girls off anymore, but there was no way Kristina would be leaving this room without being satisfied.
“And if I’m a bad girl, Mistress?”
Her voice was teasing, and god help me, I loved that bratty side.
“You won’t be able to sit tomorrow.”
I stepped back and gave her ass a hard slap for emphasis. She jumped, and I smacked her again.
“Over the bench. Face down.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
I couldn’t help but contrast my feelings earlier against now. Putting the last two girls I’d scened with tonight over the bench had been rote, a fast and easy way to give the newbie a safe taste of submission. Putting Kristina over it felt hot as fuck. I was regretting that I hadn’t started with her over my knee.
Being with her in here felt like the beginning of something. I only hoped I wasn’t just imagining the intense connection between us. It wasn’t like me to be so immediately into someone. I was normally guarded with my emotions.
She walked over to the bench, gracefully kneeling on the pads and laying her upper body on the cushion without assistance, seemingly untroubled by having her hands bound behind her. Even though it was her first time, she seemed to know what she was doing.
I ran my hand down her spine again. “What’s your safe word?”
“Red, Mistress.”
The club usually used the red, yellow, and green stoplight system unless a sub preferred to use a different safe word. I always checked to make sure there’d be no misunderstandings.
After stroking the softness of her ass a few times, I brought my hand down hard, the slap of my palm against her skin loud in the soundproofed room.
Thwack!
She jumped but didn’t make a sound. The next time I brought my hand down, I covered her other cheek. Her flesh jiggled beneath my palm.
Thwack!
Noting with satisfaction that she already was turning a little pink, I began spanking her with a steady rhythm.
Thwack!
Thwack!
I didn’t speak, focused on my task. Kristina was silent other than the increasing harshness of her breath as the pain increased. I spanked her briskly, moving my hand from side to side until the entirety of her ass was nicely red.
I wanted it redder though. Needed it.
“Stay.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Her voice still sounded strong and steady. I strode over to the implement closet, returning with a small leather paddle. It was black, about three or four inches wide with a long handle that allowed greater control of my strikes. It was one of my favorite tools.
“Where are you right now?”
Understanding my question immediately, Kristina answered, “Green, Mistress.”
“Good girl.”
