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For the next hour, they moved around the room from one apparatus to the next. Robert and Boyd used Ella and Macy to demonstrate various benches, the St. Andrew’s Cross, a spider web, and several other pieces of furniture.
At first Gemma was stiff and nervous, but she gradually relaxed. It was easier to fully grasp the types of play people enjoyed with the lights turned up and a more clinical demonstration.
Finally, he led her to a spanking bench. He patted it. “Are you ready to try a few things?”
“Yes.” She nodded eagerly.
He lifted her and arranged her on the bench so that her knees and forearms rested on the padded sections. The vinyl center was wide enough to support her but narrow enough that her breasts hung partly off the sides. There was a horseshoe-shaped padded leather extension where she could comfortably rest her face and still breathe easily.
“Don’t you usually restrain people to these?” she asked, her voice cracking. She hadn’t lowered her face yet, and she looked so fucking sexy already that Damon’s cock strained against his pants.
“Yes, but not you. There is something worse than bondage, baby.” He ran the tips of his fingers up the back of her thigh.
Her breath hitched.
He smiled. “Many submissives find the honor system of restraint to be far worse than if they are actually strapped down.”
“The honor system?” She swallowed.
“Yep. I expect you to consciously keep your knees and elbows on the padded sections at all times. If you lift an arm to reach back and cover yourself, the play stops. If you lift a knee to avoid contact or kick out, the play also stops.”
“What if I do either of those things by accident? Instinct?”
“Play stops,” he reiterated. “It’s unsafe for you to move. Reaching back with a hand could cause me to injure you if I strike your fingers or your wrist or your arm. Same goes for trying to jerk to one side or the other, causing me to strike the wrong part of you.”
“Oh.”
“Are you comfortable?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He leaned over and kissed her. “Rest your forehead against the padding. Keep your arms and legs where they are. I’ll try out several types of impact toys, and we’ll figure out what you enjoy.”
She smiled before lowering her face.
He could feel her excitement. Most people would be scared. Not Gemma. She was intrigued. She trusted him. It was humbling.
Boyd gathered several floggers, paddles, crops, and canes and lined them up on another bench out of her line of sight.
Damon reached for the first, most supple, flogger and carried it toward her head. “Lift your head for a moment, baby. I want you to see what I’m going to use first.”
She tipped her head back and stared at the flogger as he stroked the leather strips.
“This one is very soft. I’ll start slow and build up. It will feel like a massage. It will help you relax and calm you. When we move on to some more painful implements, you’ll be prepared.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He cupped her breast through the stretchy black material. She was fully covered, but her nipples were hard points under his palm. When he stepped behind her, he eased the short, tight skirt over her ass so it settled around her waist, leaving her tanned cheeks exposed. The thong he’d provided her covered her tight rear hole and her pussy well enough.
He cupped her bottom and molded his hand to it, squeezing her soft skin before releasing it. He wasn’t nervous about the flogger. He knew she would enjoy it. She would probably squirm and beg him for something more painful. After all, his palm had more impact than this flogger.
After swinging it through the air a few times to establish a rhythm, he let the soft leather strips tease her bottom, enjoying the way she flinched. He didn’t stop because he knew he wasn’t causing her any undo stress. She just needed to get used to the feel of the flogger.
Back and forth, right and left, lower on her thighs and higher on her bottom. As her skin pinkened, he could hear her breathing heavier. Her butt cheeks clenched several times. She was aroused.
Damon increased the speed of each swat, causing a slight bite from each of the leather tails.
Gemma groaned. It was the sweetest sound. His girl really did like her impact play. He was glad, but he still wanted to be careful not to trigger her. Especially when it came to the crop.
