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“Not for a real punishment.” He got up, helping her to her feet, and led her into the larger bathroom, then stopped them in front of the long bathroom counter with its full wall mirror. Turning them to face the mirror, he stepped behind her to hug her tight against his chest. Tiff loved that they could see each other’s eyes. She could see his were brimming with a mix of lust and anticipation. She was reminded that this man truly liked to punish her, and she wasn’t sure how she felt about that.
Well duh. He owns a BDSM club that he named The Punishment Pit.
Lukus eventually stepped away from her, leaving her feeling vulnerable. She tracked him as he opened a nearby drawer and pulled out an assortment of punishment devices, lining them up in front of her. A few surprised her. “These are all pretty lightweight in the wide spectrum of things. I think I’ll use each of them tonight so you can feel the difference in them,” he said thoughtfully.
“Oh, great. Not just one, but three spankings.”
“One spanking. Three implements.”
“Same thing,” she said.
“Not quite. Get undressed, baby.”
“But—”
“Always bare.”
“I’ll take off my skirt then.”
“Let me rephrase. Always naked,” he said.
“But—”
“One…”
“I hate when you count.”
“New rule. This is a punishment. There’s no talking back.”
She was close to opening her mouth with another retort when he lifted two fingers up to calmly shush her. The calm Dom was back and in full control. Their eyes remained locked while the power exchange charged the air between them. Every long second sealed her fate. She could deny it all she wanted, but she’d loved every single thing this man had done to her this week. Tonight, that meant she was going to get naked and spanked.
As their eyes held each other captive, she seductively unbuttoned her blouse before sliding it off, and dropping it to the floor. Her pencil skirt followed. By the time her sexy strip tease had her unfastening her bra, Lukus’s attention had left her eyes and moved to his first glimpse of her heavy breasts as she released them from her lacy black bra. She was trembling slightly as her black panties followed the rest of her clothes to the pile on the floor. The only thing left were her three-inch, high-heeled sandals.
“Leave those on. They’re sexy.” His hot-coals smile greeted her in the mirror. Her heart rate jumped accordingly.
“I thought this was about punishment, not sex.”
“Oh, baby, the two are weaved together so tightly in my twisted brain, it’s hard to have one without the other,” he told her.
Well, that explains a few things.
“Good to know.”
Luckily, he grinned at her sassy response. Then Lukus took her by the hand and positioned her closer to the counter. He pulled her hands forward, placing them flat on the marble surface, close to the mirror, forcing her ass to jut out as she leaned over. He used his feet to move her legs farther from the counter, and much wider apart. As he stepped back to admire her from behind, she knew she was spread open wide enough that he had to be able to see her glistening wet pussy. Embarrassed, she lowered her head.
He didn’t let her get away with it. “Head up. I need to see your eyes.” She liked staring into his eyes, too. She sensed he was hiding nothing from her, and felt privileged that he allowed her to see him this exposed.
Stepping close enough to press against her from the side, he started the punishment with his hand. He was not striking particularly hard, and took time to massage her ass every ten smacks or so. It felt oddly comforting. It was especially nice when he dipped his finger through her folds, inspecting her wetness.
“You’d better be careful, Lukus. You’re not making me feel very sorry for being naughty.” Her wicked smile was an attempt to entice him into giving up the punishment for more mutually satisfying activities.
“This is just the warm-up, baby. This isn’t the part you’re supposed to hate. I want to make sure I don’t bruise you when the real punishment begins.”
Shit. That sounds ominous.
Lukus picking up the nearby ping-pong paddle was her first clue the warm-up was over. “We’ll start with this. It’s the lightest weight paddle I have. It’ll sting more than hurt, but it does cover a larger area, so it tends to sneak up on you.”
Something in her brain flipped with the first connection of the paddle to her pink ass. “Thank you, Sir.”
