“I’m ready for you now!” he calls out.
She pulls the heavy curtain to one side to reveal a play space separate from the main dungeon that she hasn’t been in before. The lights have been turned off, but 6 small candles he has placed on the floor throw their flickering warmth over the leather covered spanking bench, picking out its wide straps in light and shade. She can see him standing behind the bench, bare-chested in the candlelight.
Lying along the bench, full of its own malicious threat, is a cane. Her eyes widen when she sees it and she looks up at him nervously.
He indicates that she should pass him the cane and there’s a new, raw edge to her fear when she feels the weight of it in her hands. She feels the adrenaline running through her veins, her fight-or-flight system begging her to scarper as fast as she can.
He smiles approvingly as she overcomes it and kneels on the rests of the bench and slowly leans forward over it.
He takes his time tying her down, letting her acclimatise to the restraints one strap at a time. Her sense of exposure and vulnerability increase with each strap.
He taps the cane on her bottom, almost sensually at first but then with gradually increasing menace.
He pauses, motionless, the cane barely touching her skin. They both hold their breath, knowing that it is time, knowing that what they are about to do will be intense and powerful for both of them. The sound of a car passing in the street above seems somehow to amplify the expectant silence of the dungeon.
He admires the scene in the large mirror: the leather bench, her smooth skin, her beautiful lingerie; all washed in warm candle-light. It’s a perfectly kinky vignette.
The first stroke brings no yell, just a sharp intake of breath, a long pause as she processes the surge of sensation and then, her voice steady and firm; “One, thank you!”
“Good girl!” he breathes, but quietly, so she can only just hear him.
I found this hot little scene in a draft post that was never finished or published . I hope you enjoy it.