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“Let’s go downstairs and find a free spanking bench,” he said as they continued down the hall to the stairs.
Morgan wanted to kick his own ass as they reentered the main part of the dungeon. He had helped write the rules that stated new members, even if they were well-versed in the lifestyle, would not use the private rooms until they had played five times in the main dungeon. It was a safety measure that kept them from having problems of inexperienced submissives biting off more than they could chew.
Play had picked up, but there was a spanking bench available. It was even in a fairly secluded corner of the room, half-hidden by some plants. He hoped that would help Zoe relax and enjoy her punishment, at least as much as one could enjoy a discipline spanking.
He was not surprised to see her look around as they crossed to the bench. He wondered if they should tour the dungeon again now that there was more play going on. No, they could do that after they finished their scene. It had been hanging over her head for too many days and the anticipation was probably hurting her more than the actual spanking would.
Stepping onto the small platform that showcased the spanking bench, Morgan put his toy bag down by the wall. He then turned to face Zoe, taking both her hands in his. Her fingers were cold, and she looked a little nervous, though not as much as he thought she would be. But he could also see her curious nature peeking out at him as well.
“All right, bunny. Because this is your first time playing in my dungeon, I am going to allow you to keep a minimum of clothing on. In the future, though, all scenes will be done with you naked. I want to be able to see every inch of this beautiful body.”
“Yes, Sir,” she responded softly.
“What’s your safe word?”
“Red, Sir.”
Her voice already sounded soft and floaty, telling Morgan she was beginning to slip into a submissive headspace. Which considering she was brand new to the lifestyle, was impressive. He was surprised her nerves and fear were sliding away already.
Releasing her hands, Morgan’s hands went to the waistband of the short-short denim skirt she wore. In seconds, he had the button and zipper dealt with and slowly drew the denim down over her ass and thighs. He kept hold of the waistband, kneeling in front of her. Once it was on the floor, she stepped out of it without instruction from him.
He rose and folded the small piece of clothing before laying it on top of his toy bag. He had already decided not to use any of the implements of pain contained within the duffel bag. For tonight, and tonight only, he would use his hand, and possibly his belt. This scene was meant to introduce her to public scening, and spanking. Their next encounter would be soon enough to teach her about floggers, crops, and whips.
“This is a spanking bench. I want you to crawl on and relax. I’m going to strap you down and then you’ll receive your spanking. Both for the other night, and for hitting me tonight.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“All right, up on the bench, bunny.”
Once Zoe crawled onto the bench, Morgan took his time using the Velcro straps attached to the bench to secure her ankles and wrists in place. He then secured the strap across her back which would hold her to the table and make sure she could not roll off and possibly hurt herself.
Taking a step back, he saw a problem that needed to be addressed at once. Kneeling beside her head, he brushed hair away from her face and locked gazes with her.
“Breathe, bunny. Deep breaths and relax. This is supposed to be fun. In… two, three, four. Out… two, three, four.”
He waited until she slowly relaxed. She was no longer panting as if she had just outrun a bear, and he could see her starting to melt onto the table.
“Good girl,” he said, brushing a kiss on her forehead before rising and moving to the other end of the bench. He ran a hand down her spine, reveling in the soft, smooth skin. Her sports bra and matching thong were deep purple, leaving her ass completely bare.
He continued murmuring to her as he rubbed his hands over the pale, round globes of her ass, warming up the skin and preparing her for the spanking to come. As he played with her flesh, he made note that the gusset of her thong was soaked. Something was turning his bunny on.
“All right, little bunny. Twenty-five strokes. Twenty for the other night’s overreaction, and five for tonight. Please count them for me.”
Chapter Seven
Crack.
Though she had been expecting the first smack on her ass, the loud sound that accompanied it jolted her out of the soft, fuzzy place Morgan’s gentle preparations had sent her into.
“One,” she cried as the hot pain registered and flowed from her left ass cheek out to the rest of her body. Her pussy clenched and her stomach tightened in response as something deep inside her screamed, “Yippee.”
“One, who?” Morgan’s voice had taken a darker, deeper tone that told her that he, too, had shifted mindsets from teacher Dominant into sadist.
“One, Sir.”
“Good girl.”
Smack.
