Adventures of a Spanking Addict (Wicked Leather)
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“Don’t expect this treatment every day.” Daniel grinned as he put down the tray and opened the curtains. “It’s just your first day.”
I squinted from the bright light and jumped out of bed. I found a box labeled clothes, and was glad to find a tank and a pair of pajamas.
“Thank you for breakfast,” I said as I grabbed a biscuit from the tray. “I feel like I have so much to do today, thanks for letting me sleep in.”
“Not a problem,” Daniel mumbled through his shirt as he pulled it over his head. He grinned, “Take your time; I’ve got a few things for you to do too.”
“Like what?” I asked with a mouthful of food. I was suddenly aware of what a mess I was and tried to pat down my morning hair.
“Don’t worry about it now, just get comfortable, unpack your things, and feel free to explore.
Daniel went into his office and left me to figure out what to do with my things. I was tentative about his suggestion of exploring. My last adventure exploring his home had led me to his dungeon like bedroom, and nearly terrified me.
I spent my morning putting away my clothes, and clearing away boxes. I had not thought twice about what I might find until I looked under the bed and discovered another long box. I was nervous, and looked around, almost afraid to get caught, but I was too curious to not look in the box.
When I was sure that Daniel was not going to see me looking, I opened the box and discovered a collection of riding crops, latex gloves, masks, and more. I ran my fingers over one of the masks and felt its velvety texture. It was beautiful, with silver beading around the eyes and a plume of black feathers off one side.
The door shut behind me and the box clattered shut as I nearly jumped out of my skin.
“Why don’t you put those on?”
“Oh, I’m sorry.” I said, blushing from the embarrassment of getting caught.
“They’re for you. Put them on, I want to see you in them.”
Daniel went to the closet and pulled out another box. I was hesitant about wearing such things and stood by the bed running my hands over the black latex gloves.
“I was saving these for tonight, but maybe you’d like to wear them now.” He set the box on the bed and left the room for me to change.
I took a deep breath, I had no idea what was in this box. I now seemed very aware that as part of the décor there were many boxes and old trunks stuffed away in every corner. There was the huge trunk at the end of the bed that I now wondered what was in it.
I opened the box, but was surprised and shocked to find the most beautiful beaded bra and panty set I had ever seen. It was all black with silver beads, leaving an open triangle around the breasts, and tied around the back and neck. The panties were a matching beaded g-string, the smallest I had ever seen. I looked in the box and pulled out a beautiful black silk robe, with beaded sleeves that matched the set.
The anticipation I felt as I dressed was something I had never felt before. I felt beautiful and powerful. I added stockings and leather boots to complete the ensemble, and carefully pulled on the latex gloves. I looked at myself in the mirror and could not believe the change that my own sexuality had created within myself. I didn’t turn away from the fire in my own eyes as they gleamed, but instead admired the new form in the mirror.
I took a deep breath, grabbed a crop from the secret box, and headed down the hall.
Daniel stepped out of his office and nearly startled me. My confidence suddenly disappeared as he grinned.
“Thanks for bringing that to me,” he looked at the crop.
I awkwardly stumbled forward and held it out for him to take. Daniel reached out, and grabbed my hand, pulling me into his arms.
“You’re beautiful.” Daniel said as he pulled the ties to my robe. “But you need to learn the rules of the house.”
Daniel pushed me back against the wall, and pulled my robe down past my shoulders revealing my breasts. His hands were quick, as they pulled the tie from my robe free, and he began to tie one end around my wrist.
In one movement, he pulled my hands above my head and secured them to a sconce that was positioned on the wall. He pulled the tie up higher forcing me to stand on my toes. My back arched exposing my bare breasts, entangled in the silver beaded bra.
WHACK!
A stinging smack to my thigh sent me dancing to maintain my balance.
“I do the spanking here.”
Daniel trailed the end of the crop down the front of my body, leaving a whisper of where it had been. My nerves were firing overtime as he trailed it further down the side of my thigh, waiting, for the much anticipated.
WHACK!
WHACK!
“You forgot the mask.”
WHACK!
“Oh, ouch, I’m sorry.” I squealed as I wiggled to keep by balance.
Daniel pulled a blindfold out of his shirt pocket and slipped it over my eyes.
“Turn around.”
I turned around on my tiptoes, revealing the black and silver beaded g-string that exposed my bottom and thighs. His hands rubbed my cheeks, preparing them, and creating an intensity of need.
“Let’s go over some basic rules.” Daniel said sternly.
He’s got to be kidding. My thoughts started to run away with me wondering what I had gotten myself into.
“I take my coffee with one sugar and two creams,” Daniel said as he trailed the crop down between my legs. Reaching my ankles he softly smacked the leather tip against my ankles. “Spread them.”
I timidly obeyed, spreading my legs almost shoulder width.
The soft smack of the leather continued further up, settling somewhere between a tickle and soft stinging sensation. As the crop led upwards, the anticipation of where it was leading, suddenly frightened me, and I snapped my legs, shut.
Daniel pushed me against the wall, his breath so close to my neck it was seared as he whispered.
“You will do as you are told.” His foot slipped between mine pushing them further apart.
I shuddered and stretched pushing my legs further apart, needing suddenly to obey his demanding whispers.
The leather tip of the crop swayed back and forth tapping the inner sides of my ankles then rising slowly up my legs. Slowly at first, then the crop quickened its pace striking the skin on the inside of my thighs rising higher and higher until I pulled back in fear and instinctively shifted to pull my legs together.
“Turn around.” His voice faded as if he stepped back.
I struggled on my toes to pull myself around, feeling the tie to the robe firmly around my wrists, my breasts bare and totally exposed. I danced in my struggle to maintain my balance; my back arching against the wall made it difficult stay upright without swaying.
I felt his hands first, and then the leather as it coiled around my ankle, it was soft and smooth. Daniel buckled it firmly in place, kissed my thigh as he moved to place the leather cuff around the other ankle. Then I heard a loud clink as Daniel gently pushed my legs further and further apart. I struggled to stand and heard the soft clicks of locks closing in place. No matter how hard I struggled I could not close my legs.
“Lesson one, if you can’t manage on your own, I will help you achieve your goals.”
WHACK!
“Ouch!” I struggled against the wall, the sting on my thigh bringing tears to my eyes, and yet I shuddered wantonly as a searing heat covered my body in an instant flush.
“Let me help you with that.” Daniel’s lips kissed mine then pulled away, as he placed a small ball gag to my mouth silencing any further outcries.
As Daniel leaned in buckling the gag behind my head I could feel his breath on my shoulder. My eyes widened under the mask in fear, but my knees grew weaker with every breath he took.
“You’ll learn, you can’t get away,” Daniel whispered. “This is to help you learn to focus on your goals.”
Daniel took a small vibe and turned it on and placed it in the front of my panty, just touching my clit.
I mumbled a
scream through the gag, and pulled against my binds. I shook with such fierceness that I thought I would pull the sconce from the wall. As I twisted against the wall, the dance to maintain my balance was made more difficult when the crop fell against my thigh creating a stinging that was intensely sweet, yet painful at the same time.
WHACK!
“Do you know why this helps you focus?”
Daniel trailed the tip of the crop up my stomach and through the center of my chest up and up to my chin. I pulled away, as he lowered the tip tickling the leather down to my left nipple, then to my right. I started breathing even heavier as he started moving the crop back and forth. Oh, my God, is he going to spank my chest? Yet, my reaction was to arch my back pushing my chest even further out within his reach.
Whack!
Whack!
I struggled with my binds, my inner self, and my body as I hung there against the wall. Daniel had my full attention for whatever lesson he wanted to teach me. I only wanted more.
Whack! Whack!
Daniel stepped close to me, holding my arched sore body against the wall. He turned off the vibe, and pulled down the ties, allowing me to nearly collapse in his arms. He was gentle as he unbuckled the ball gag and allowed me to catch my breath.
“I, you…” I didn’t know what to say, I held on to my sore nipples as I tried to find the words. I was still in shock that he had spanked my breasts with a riding crop.
“I think you’ve had enough for today, but you will find a list of house rules on the fridge.”
I learned there were more levels to anticipation. I was seeking something far more than a spanking. I needed mystery, discipline, and bondage, and Daniel understood that. What I was in for, I didn’t know. Now that I was in his house, I was sure that there were far more lessons to learn than the simple rules of the house.