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When they walked in, she saw there was a bench in the center of the room.
Chance and Jaris commanded Annie and Sugar to lie down.
“Take a seat on the bench,” Jaris ordered in a deep, rumbling tone, which made her tingle.
“Yes, Sir.” She planted herself on the padded surface and felt the cold from its leather on her ass. No panties. That had been another of their rules. She folded her hands in her lap.
He and Chance placed their satchels on one of the four tables that were in the room. With a steady gaze, she watched them empty the bags out onto the metal surface. They had handcuffs, paddles, and crops, dildos, butt plugs, and lubricant. Finally seeing the contents of their satchels, she shivered with delight and nervousness at the same time.
Chance came up to her with a pair of handcuffs. “Baby, get facedown on the bench.”
“Yes, Master.” There was a face cradle, just like massage tables had, at one end of the thing. She placed her head in it. Staring down at the floor, she saw Chance’s leather boots come into view.
“Give me your wrists.”
“Yes, Master.” She held out her arms.
He placed the metal rings around her wrists.
My first time being restrained by him. That thought made her warm all over.
Jaris removed her mini, pulling it down to her ankles, turning the red leather into another kind of restraint. “This ass is gorgeous, Chance.” He slapped her ass once, delivering a sweet little sting. “But I think it will look even prettier in pink. Pink is warm and sweet, Chance.”
“I think you’re right, buddy. Let’s start her out with my paddle.”
“The black one with the holes? Great idea.”
“Let me show our little sub what it looks like,” Chance said with a wicked laugh.
Suddenly, the beastly thing appeared in front of her under the face cradle.
“You think you can take some kisses from my paddle, sweetheart?”
Trembling, she answered. “Yes, Sir.”
“Let’s start you out with five kisses and see how you do.”
The paddle vanished from her sight. She closed her eyes, holding her breath, anticipating the slaps that were about to come.
Instead of a slap, she felt Chance run the paddle gently over her ass. “Tell me what you feel, sweetheart?”
“Yes, Master. It feels smooth and cold.”
“Very good. Here comes number one.”
She heard him swing the paddle through the air and then felt it crash against her bottom, right in the center of her ass. Its kiss was sharp and hot, sending a pulse of electricity through her body.
“How are you doing, baby?” Jaris asked.
Using the words they’d agreed on for tonight, she answered, “I’m green, Sir.”
“Number two, sweetheart,” Chance said.
Slap.
The paddle’s second kiss landed on her right ass cheek, burning deliciously.
“Number three.”
