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She was stretched across his lap and she was magnificent!

This woman was holding very still and waiting for his pleasure whenever he wished to begin. He knew she wouldn’t do complain or twitch even if he waited several minutes. This was just another form of her obedience and submission to him.

Gail was a firecracker to anyone who knew her. She always had been! Her presence lit up a room with her doing much. Men were attracted to her without even knowing why. Yes, she was lovely but it was more than that.

She exuded a sexuality that was palpable. The surprise came when men found out how acerbic her wit and her tongue could be. Gail did not kindly tolerate fools or posers. Intelligent, articulate, and charming, Gail was amazing.

Yet…here she was, naked, stretched tautly across his lap awaiting her spanking, paddling, then finally strapping. The tools were just to his left on the bed in their hotel room. Joe knew what would happen after he was done and she was in the proper space.

Gail concentrated on her breathing to keep calm.

She knew he loved making her wait for it. Truth was, she loved being made to wait, to obey, to be patient, and have no choice. Her world was a busy place with so many emotions, so many brands in so many fires, and it was just too much sometimes.

Gail cherished their lunches like this. They’d meet for lunch in the restaurant below. There would be flirting, teasing, and blushing on her part. He still could make her blush! Often, he’d give her that look and she knew he was going to tell her to take off her thong and give it to him.

She was tempted to go without just to frustrate him but…it was not wise to irritate a sadist who was going to have you over is lap later. He’d done that to her today and she’d enjoyed spending the rest of the lunch very bare under her dress. Joe’s eyes told her he loved knowing she was like that for him. Such an easy thing to make a man happy sometimes.

Her breathing stayed calm but her nerves kept getting tighter as she anticipated his first spank…then there would be that damned paddle. She loved the thuddy-feel of the strap which would prepare her for being bedded by him afterwards.

Joe was almost ready to begin. He had a little surprise for Gail which she would not like but would accept. She had a mostly hate relationship with the clover clamps on her nipples. He’d put them on her while he used her the first time on the bed!

Gail was a rare gem of a submissive woman who would beg to be hurt, please? It was so delectable. In his whole experience, he’d only ever met three so far of which she was one.

“Speak.” He finally told her.

She trembled as it was time now.

“Sir, sweet Sir? Please, hurt me…hurt me well, make me sob and beg for mercy but give me none. I will get so hot and wet for you…please, whip me as you please?” She begged and her voice caught slightly. It was still an emotional thing for her to say out loud.

He raised his hand and…their afternoon began.