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How could he still make me blush with a compliment? I batted my eyes and tried to look innocent. “Thank you, Master. Are you ready for dinner?”
“Soon. I have something to show you.”
Cade pulled out a package from behind his back and handed it to me. “I bought you this for the Dungeon at Rawhide.”
I quickly unwrapped the paper and pulled out a sexy rendition of a 1950s housewife ensemble complete with peekaboo holes for my nipple rings. There was a matching hairband and a fluffy apron. Both the dress and apron were so short half my ass would be hanging out. “It’s perfect! Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” Cade squeezed my naked backside when I stepped in for a hug. “Mmm. Have you been a good girl today?”
I had two options here, I could say yes and he’d pat me on the head and we’d sit down to souvlaki lamb shanks with roasted potatoes and Greek salad complete with homemade tzatziki or… I could say no and he’d spank me, and with any luck, punish my naughty hole with his hard length.
He felt me hesitate. “River,” he growled, “answer Master.”
“Yes,” I almost sulked, “I’ve been good.”
Cade laughed, leaning back. “You sound disappointed. Were you hoping for a spanking before dinner?”
I felt the pink flush spread up my neck and across my cheeks.
“Maybe? I know how much you enjoy punishing my bottom, Master.” That was something else that had changed. I’d never had the courage to ask for what I wanted. Maybe hinting wasn’t actually asking but it was still progress.
His grin changed to something darker. Had I overstepped and done that topping from the bottom thing?
“River, my dirty little slut. What am I going to do with you? Place your hands on the seat of your chair, part your legs.” I must have hesitated because he growled, “Now, slave.”
My clit pulsed with excitement as I scrambled to get into position. He slowly took off his jacket and hung it in the front closet. I’d forgotten about the spatula I was holding until he took it from my hand.
“This should do.”
His chuckle sent shivers down my spine.
Oh-oh. That rubber could really hurt if used for punishment. He’d only used it on me once before, but I’d never forgotten how much of a sting it could deliver.
Master brought the implement down on my bottom and I almost sighed with relief. While the stroke stung and I could definitely feel the heat, he wasn’t trying to really punish me. I moaned in pleasure and wiggled as he cracked it against my other cheek.
“Bad girl. You know better than to move.”
He grabbed my hands and held them to my lower back before delivering ten stinging swats to my rear end. I yelped and cried with each one and cathartic tears flowed down my cheeks. The pain quickly morphed into pleasure when he stopped and rubbed over each hotspot. My clit and nipples throbbed and I couldn’t bite back my moan.
I watched him uncap the olive oil and the next thing I knew, he was sliding past my tight ring of muscle, impaling me with his thick cock. He released my hands and I gripped the edges of the chair. It was everything I needed. Master took me with punishing strokes of his cock, claiming me as his.
He kept the spatula and occasionally delivered a stroke which fed the heat building inside of me.
“Should I let you come, naughty girl?”
“I don’t know if you should, Master, but I’m really hoping you will,” I managed to get out. Cade changed his angle slightly and the pleasure was almost overwhelming. “Please, Master!” He increased his tempo and I didn’t think I could stop the orgasm if I tried.
“Now!”
I don’t know if I started coming before or after he gave me the command but I didn’t care. “Cade!” My legs shook and rivulets of my pleasure dripped down the insides of my thighs.
Cade pulled out and I could feel his cum landing on my hot, red backside.
“Your punishment will be to wear my cum through dinner. When I get back from washing up, I expect my dinner to be on the table and your ass on your punishment chair. Understood?”
“Yes, Master,” I replied.
He retreated to the bathroom while I plated our dinner. When he returned, I’d replaced my dining room chair with my punishment chair which has a bumpy, hard rubber sheetattached to the seat and I’m seated with a straight back, waiting for his approval.
