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“Feathers, Sir,” she replied immediately.
Going to his hold all he removed two small, glittering objects and took them over to her. Hunkering beside her he fiddled with one bejeweled clasp then slipped a palm under the weight of her rounded breast. He rolled her nipple between his finger and thumb until it was swollen rigid. Then he opened the clamp and attached it to her burgeoned nubbin. She hissed as the thing gripped but he knew she liked nipple clamps. He moved over to her other side in order to decorate her other breast.
Taking up position behind her he immediately began by spanking her gorgeous bottom. Smacking her fleshy orbs, he set up a rhythmic action, alternating from cheek to cheek. He noticed that her pussy was glistening, wet within moments of his starting the punishment. He increased his velocity until she was gasping and attempting to wiggle her hips. He admired the quivering waves his slaps created across her padded buttocks. Her skin became pink and warm under his chastising palm. Perhaps it was time to notch the bar up to the next level. He’d chosen to wear his favorite punishment implement; his supple, black leather belt. Polished and oiled, it was flexible enough to cause a naughty rump some pain.
He moved to stand in front of her so she could watch as he slid the belt from his trouser loops and his lip quirked as he heard her emit a small whimper. She’d once confessed to him that she loved to see and hear him remove his belt. She admitted that she adored watching him double the leather and slap it against his thigh, as he did now, purely for her benefit. Josie had also confessed that the pain of a thorough belt spanking had more effect on her change of attitude than any other implement he used. Of course he’d never used a whip on her, nor did he use a cane, and he knew he never would; at least not while the belt was so effective at changing her behavior. The flogger was something they used purely for fun in the bedroom and would never be a part of his punishment arsenal.
He stepped back behind her and smoothed a hand over her heated rump. “Why are you being punished?” he asked.
“Because I forgot to charge my phone.”
“And?” he prompted.
“I didn’t call you from the Medical Center.”
“And?”
“I jay walked along the highway.”
He brought the belt down swiftly across her bottom. She cried out more from shock than pain.
“Which was?” he demanded.
“The wrong decision and I made a dangerous choice.”
He nodded, pleased that she’d finally spoken the words he wanted to hear. “How many strokes of my belt do you think you deserve?” he asked, knowing she hated it when he asked her to name a number.
“Ten?”
He chuckled, she sounded hopeful. “Twenty,” he amended.
She groaned.
“Count them in the usual way,” he instructed then brought the belt down hard across her backside.
She yelped. “One, thank you, Sir.”
They continued in the same vein until all the strokes were given and Josie wept tears of remorse. After Max delivered the final stroke, he moved to stand before her so that she could see him slide the belt back in through his belt hoops. Her weeping stilled, becoming no more than a few shuddering breaths. Her eyes shimmered with more than tears as she watched him unzip his leather pants. He didn’t have to ease his cock out, his member sprang from the opening, thickly engorged and ready for action.
Taking a step nearer he slid his girth between her lips, pushing into the warmth of her willing mouth. He face-fucked her for a moment or two, knowing how this always turned on her submissive gene. When he felt the tension build in his balls he knew it was time to move things along.
“What’s our rule after a punishment spanking?” he asked as he withdrew from her mouth.
“I’m not allowed to come.”
“Poor baby, you sound so sad. Never mind, there is always tomorrow.” He deliberately sounded cheerful.
She muttered something under her breath.
“Pardon? I missed that.” He cracked his hand down onto her sore bottom.
“Ouch!” she cried, “I’m sorry, Sir!”
“That’s better.” He soothed her red welted globes and trailed his finger down her divide then, pushing his finger into her tight little bottom, he pumped her ass. His other hand slipped further down to her slick furrow where he parted her folds until he found her hidden clitoris, which stood stiffly, begging for his attention. He petted her until she was panting, her breath ragged.
Easing his finger from her flesh he went over to where he’d left his hold all. Withdrawing a condom and a vial of lube, he unscrewed the tube and returned to squirt into the divide between her buttocks. She sighed. He knew her desire for anal play. She was so turned on right now, he knew that she could easily come. He grinned as she attempted to lift her hips. He was fully prepared for that eventuality.
He slipped on a condom. She was repetitively flexing her buttock muscles with excitement so he laid a palm on each of her cheeks, gentling her. With a sigh she stilled, waiting for him to proceed. He drew his finger through the golden oil and circled her anus with his slippery finger, sliding first one, then two digits into her small, tight hole. The heat he felt inside her sent a message to his already overexcited cock, which twitched in expectation. He lined his length up, easing the head of his shaft through the tight barrier of her sphincter. She pushed back just as he’d taught her to do and he slid in a little further.
