AI Art by me.

She stood there after stepping out of her clothes and placing them on the railing.  Her eyes watched me over her shoulder as I gazed up and down.

“Oh!” Her eyes widened a little.  “I should have asked before just getting naked.  Is that okay?”

I laughed.  “Yes, it’s great.  Are you sure?”

She nodded.  “I prefer naked.”

“Then naked you shall always be.” I shrugged.

She nodded.  “Yes, Sir.  Dress code?”

“Mmhmm.” I nodded.  “Come here.”

She padded over to me.  I said padded because she stepped like a feline, as if stalking towards me.  For a moment, I wasn’t sure who was predator and who was prey.  I decided I didn’t care.

I took her right wrist and helped her over my lap.  We’d discussed this part, and she had picked out the toys waiting within reach.  Her nudity had been her choice.  I appreciated it.

“How do you feel about touching?” I asked as she settled.

“I’m naked.  Touch whatever you’d like, Sir.” She looked back and smiled.

“Hmm,” I commented as I let my hands trail down her shoulders and back.  I cupped and squeezed her nice, tight ass.  She shifted slightly and sighed.

“Feel good?” I asked.

“Yes, Sir.  I like your hands.” She murmured.

“They like you, too,” I replied as I kept my left hand cupped on her ass as I trailed my right hand up her hip and past her waist until it hit the swell of her breast.  She arched up slightly to help me, and I palmed her breast, or as much as I could fit into one palm.  Her nipple was hard and like a pebble against my skin.  

I trailed the fingers of my right hand away until her nipple was between my thumb and forefinger.  Slowly, I began to squeeze.  I also squeezed her ass cheek harder, too. 

Her head flipped up, and her hair flew to the side as she turned her eyes to me.  I looked into them as she bit her lower lip and moaned.

“More?” I asked.

She nodded.

“Words,” I told her.

“Yes, please, Sir.” She spat out.

I did more, and her mouth opened in a groan; then I let go of her nipple.  Her head flopped down, and she gasped for breath.

“Thank you, Sir.” She whispered.

I patted her bottom.  “So polite.”

She giggled.  “Of course, Sir.”

There was no more need for words now.  

I raised my left hand and spanked her right cheek sharply, then the left, then the right.  I enjoyed the feel of the sharp sting against her bottom as I watched it jiggle slightly with each blow.  Patiently, I began to speed it up and listened to the lovely sound of a bare-handed spanking on a bare bottom.

“Tiptoe,” I told her.

She complied.  “Yes, Sir!” She yelped.

“Arch it up,” I told her after a few more spanks.

“Yes, Sir!” She cried out.

“This is position.  Fail position, and I spank your thighs until you get back in it.” I spanked her untouched thighs a couple of times, for example.

She shrieked a little and squirmed.  “Yes, Sir.  I understand!” 

“Good.” I went back to spanking her and let myself pretend she’d actually been a naughty girl, and I was angry with her.  This turned into a staccato barrage of spanks that grew stronger.  This also meant I concentrated on the very top of her thighs and the beginning of her ass curve.  

She began to whimper now as well as moan.

I kept it up for about twenty seconds.  That sounds quick, but to the one being spanked it is a long time.  I stopped and rubbed.

She gulped for air and shuddered on my lap.  I squeezed and, yes, fondled all over her bottom.  Her skin was already raised in the places she’d feel later.  They weren’t quite bruises yet, but close.

“Good?” I asked.

She nodded.  “Yes, Sir.” She panted.

“More?” I asked.

“Yes, please?” She asked.

I reached for the hairbrush she’d picked out.  Gently, I patted her bottom with the wooden side.  “This is next,” I warned her.  This was our first time, so I didn’t want to surprise her.

“Yes, Sir.  Thank you.” She acknowledged me.

I patted each side, then I swatted each.  It was loud, and the sound of wood on naked skin excited me.  I swatted each again and again and again.  Speeding up slowly, I felt her squirm now for the first time.  She’d held still for the spanking, but this was harder and sharper.

“This is what happens to a naughty girl,” I told her.

She whined.  “Yes, Sir.”

“Are you a naughty girl?” I asked.

She groaned, then yelped.  “Yes, Sir.  Very naughty.”

I’d been curious to see what she’d say.  “Oh, my!  What should I do to this naughty girl?” I asked.

“Mmm…paddle me…with my hairbrush, Sir!” She squealed as I started before she stopped speaking.

I let myself feel her being punished for being naughty, and it was a fast, harsh few seconds for her.  I watched and saw the beginnings of two round spots: one on the rise of each ass cheek.  I knew there’d be bruising now.

“Are you going to be good for me?” I asked.

“Yes, Sir!” She yelped.

“Really?” I asked as I kept paddling.

“Yes, Sir!  I promise!  I promise!” She whimpered.

“And obedient?”  I asked.

“Always obedient, Sir, please?” She begged.

“I’m not sure yet,” I told her.

She began to promise me, when she had enough breath, that she’d obey always and promised again and again.

I stopped and patted her bottom with the hairbrush.  “And if you aren’t?”

“Then I will get paddled again, Sir.”  She whined and moaned.

“Yes, you will.” I put down the hairbrush and began rubbing and squeezing again.  “Catch your breath.”

She nodded.  “Thank you, Sir.”  

“Drink some water, too,” I told her.

She reached for the water bottle I’d brought for this very reason.  After a couple of swallows, she gasped, “Thank you, Sir.”

“You’re marking nicely,” I told her.

“Really?” She sounded excited.

“Want to see?” I asked.

“Yes, please, Sir?” She asked.

I fished out my phone, snapped a photo, then handed it to her.

I laughed as she cooed over it with pride.  “Wow.  I am…such pretty circles.”

“Mmhmm.  If I kept going, then it would break skin and blister,” I explained.

She handed back the phone and giggled.  “You’d blister my bottom, Sir?”

“If you ever truly disobeyed, I would,” I told her.

She nodded.  “Are you going to right now?” 

“Do you want me to?” I asked, curious about this fascinating girl.

She pondered for a moment.  “Will the other toys do the same thing?”

“Not as fast, but possibly, especially the last one,” I told her.

“Can we do the others then, please, Sir?” She asked.

“Of course.”  I patted her bottom possessively.  Right now, her bottom was all mine, and we both knew it.  For tonight, anyway.  “Up!”

She stood, and I got up and turned the chair.  “Kneel on the seat and bend over the back.  Hold onto it securely.”

I watched her obey.  “Good girl.”

She flashed me a warm smile.  “Thank you, Sir.”

“From there, arch your ass as best you can and point your toes.  Do you know why?” I asked as she did it.

“So it makes my ass rounder and…sexier?” She guessed.

“Exactly.  Flinching or wiggling too much ruins the effect, and your thighs will be punished for it.  Do I need to give you an example?” I asked.

“No, Sir!” She yelped as she got into a better position.  I’d already picked up the leather strap.

I patted it across her cheeks.  “Ready?” I asked.

She nodded.  “Yes, Sir.”  I saw her grip tighten and her head lower.

I reached back and whipped it across both cheeks.

She hissed and moaned but moved back into position.

I whipped her five more times across both cheeks, then concentrated on each side for a couple as I savored the new sound of leather on flesh.  There was just something about it.  There was also something about using a strap or belt on the bent and bared bottom of a woman that felt very visceral and a bit domestic.

I decided to play some more.  “Are you ever going to speed again, young lady?” I whipped her across both.

“No, Sir!” She squealed.

“And how much above the limit did they catch you for?” I asked.  I was curious to see what she did with this.  She’d know I’d use the number against her.

“Th-th-thirty-five miles per hour over the limit, Sir.” She stammered and sounded so damned believable.

“Thirty-five?” I whipped both cheeks.

“I’m sorry, Sir!”  She whimpered, and I heard the beginning of tears.

“Do you know what that’s going to do to the insurance?” I bellowed and whipped her once more.

“I’m so sorry, Sir.” She began to cry now.

“You’re going to get thirty-five very hard ones.  You will count and thank me for each one, understood?” I asked.

“Yes, Sir.  Understood.” She nodded.

I paused and reached over to stroke her lower back.  “We good?”  I asked.

She looked over at me with a small smile.  “Yes, Sir.  Thank you.  I’m ready.”

“You know where this will lead, right?” I asked.

She nodded.  “I do, Sir.  I want it.  I need it.  I want it to be you, Sir.  Please?” She smiled once more.

God, she was begging me to whip her to tears!  I took in a deep breath as what she was giving to me hit and burned through my nervous system.    “Thank you,” I whispered.

She nodded and lowered her head.

I did as I told her.  I whipped her hard.

“One!  Thank you, Sir!” She yelped.

And again.

“Two!  Th-thank..you, Sir.” She whimpered.

It got slowly worse until at nine she began to cry now.

I sped it up a little, but not much; however, I paused between them when she needed time to speak.  I was a sadist but not a monster.  I preferred the term ethical sadist.  What she was giving me, allowing me to do to her, was such a gift, and the exchange of it to me was hypnotic and by blood sang.

We finished, and she sobbed softly.

“Have you learned your lesson, young lady?” I asked.

She nodded and sniffed.  “Yes, Sir.  Thank you, Sir.  I’m sorry.”

I put down the strap.  “Come here.”

She slipped off the chair and came into my open arms.  I held her tightly, and she sobbed all over again and even harder.  I stroked her back, her shoulders, and, gently, her very heated bottom.

“You know why I had to do that, right?” I whispered.

“I do, Sir.” She whispered.  “I…I deserved it, Sir.” She nestled into my neck and sighed.

“Feel better now?” I asked after a moment.

I felt a soft kiss on my neck.  “Yes, Sir.  Thank you.”  She kissed my neck once more.  “Is this allowed, Sir?”

“Yes, it is.” I managed, as her tenderness was touching me emotionally as well as physically.

“Good.” She kissed one side, then the other, then back.  Leaning back a little, she looked into my eyes.

“Was that good?  You did so very well.” I told her.

She smiled.  “I did?  Yes, I enjoyed it very much, Sir.  Both times.”

“I think you’re going to be so obedient that we have to pretend you’re not,” I explained.

She nodded.  “That’s true.  I hated making my dad angry.  He just looked at me wrong, and I’d cry.”

“I thought so,” I replied.  I’d been pretty sure it was true.

“Does that make me Daddy?” I teased.

She arched an eyebrow.  “I dunno.  Is kissing Daddy okay?”

I nodded.

She leaned in and kissed me softly, then pulled back.  “Okay, Daddy.” She giggled.  “Hmm…I think Sir is better but…I almost called you Daddy during the whipping.  Last time I was whipped like that was when I was a teenager, so…” She shrugged.

“Use what feels right at the time,” I told her.

“Yes, Sir.  I want to kiss you again.” She warned me.

“If you do, then we’re stopping now because that will lead to something else quickly,” I warned her back.

“You can’t control yourself, Sir?” She gave me a mock look of surprise.

I growled softly.  “Oh, now you’ve done it.  Back on the chair, position.” I pointed.

She giggled and obeyed.

I reached over for the heavy, three-tongue tawse.  “About that blistering…”

She saw it then my eyes.  “I’m sorry, Sir.  I deserve it.  I’m ready.”

She was ready, and I did blister her bottom, but only one side. 

I made her stay there while I got the antiseptic cream, then the large round band-aid. Good girl that she was, she stopped me and asked me to take pictures first.  I took them and then some more after.

“You’ll post them?” She asked as she got off the chair and drank her water.

“You want me to?” I asked.

“Of course, Sir.” She smiled.  “I’m proud of them.  Aren’t you?”

I laughed.  “Very proud.  You’re likely to carry that mark for quite a while.”

She drank some more and pondered that.  “How long?”

“Could be weeks?  Months?” I shrugged.

She eyed me shrewdly.  “You know because you’ve done this before?”

I nodded.

“Do you still play with them, or are you in a dynamic with them?” She asked.

“No, it’s been a while,” I admitted.

She nodded.  “Good.”

“Good?” I asked.

She stepped over to me.  “May I put my arms around your neck, Sir?”

I nodded so she did.  “It’s good, Sir, because I’m now marked as yours.  I wanted to be yours.  If…you want me?” She looked into my eyes.

“We can talk about that,” I told her.

She laughed softly.  “Talk?  Kiss, please?” 

I nodded.

She kissed me softly and rubbed her breasts into my chest.

“Well, talk about it later,” I murmured.

“Later is good, Sir.” She cooed, and we kissed harder.