Interesting.
Then she pulled out what looked like a hairbrush, but one without any bristles. It was heavy and the wood looked to be maple. She smacked it against her hand, and then reached around, swatting her bottom with it. She let out a deep breath and decided that needed to go back to where it belonged. That would be brutal. She fingered the canes and paddles. There were small, medium and very large paddles hanging on hooks. She closed the cupboard, moving to the display on the wall, where she found yet more canes and paddles.
Looks like Mr. Preston likes corporal punishment.
She was pretty sure one of the paddles was almost as big as her ass. She pulled it down and put it across her bottom — feeling the edges to see if it was as big as it looked. It completely covered her bottom.
Wow. Maybe you should hide this.
Preston needed to “lose” this one. She looked around the room, and decided that she would shove it under the “spanky cupboard”. Sliding it under the bottom of the cupboard until out of sight, she looked around the room suddenly afraid she’d be caught at any minute. Then she saw it.
A saddle?
There was a saddle, set on what looked like a saddle rack. She remembered that from her horseback riding lessons. Why would there be a saddle in this playroom? She couldn’t resist the urge to jump on — it had been years since she sat in a saddle.
Ooooooh, what’s this?
Next to the saddle rack was an umbrella holder with yet more canes and riding crops in it.
She pulled out a riding crop and slapped it against her leg. It had a nice little sting to it. She climbed onto the saddle, bouncing around on it, getting a feel for the leather and the sturdiness of the saddle rack. Then Avery saw a button on the side of the saddle horn, flipping it, yelping at the sudden whirring vibrating sound.
What the…?
She moved her hand around until she found where the vibration was coming from — it was the saddle horn. She leaned forward, scooching her bottom forward until her mound rested against the saddle horn.
Well, this doesn’t work very well with all these clothes on.
Jumping off the saddle, she quickly divested herself of her pants and panties. Again, she looked around the room, having the distinct feeling that she was being watched. She rubbed her bare bottom with both of her hands again, feeling the dull ache of her spanking last night. She climbed onto the saddle, being careful as she pressed her bottom onto the cold leather. Grabbing the saddle horn, she pulled herself forward pressing her pussy right up against the vibrating saddle horn. Rubbing and sliding her clit on the vibrating horn and alternately pressing it against the horn sent shivers and tingles into her belly. The vibration was so intense and strong that it made her close her eyes, her hips jolting forward as her womb clenched.
“Oh, God.”
Avery caught her lip between her teeth, her body shaking with excitement and arousal. She found a rhythm, rapidly increasing her thrusts against the saddle horn, then she would stop momentarily to let the vibration ramp up her arousal, bringing her closer and closer to completion.
Then a loud crack sounded behind her, and hot pain bloomed across her bottom, jolting her eyes open even as her orgasm overtook her, Avery screaming in both surprise and ecstasy.
When she came back to Earth, breathing hard, she looked up to see Preston, a crop in his hand, his arousal tenting his pants.
* * *
Preston got out of his car and stalked his way to the playroom. He was going to make her sorry for defying his order.
She was such a handful, but he would bring her to heel. He was so conflicted with Avery. He was typically drawn to have a submissive woman who loved to please him, and meet his needs. He wasn’t used to someone who was so independent, defying him at every turn. In addition to that, he was appalled, and yet fascinated, with her sarcasm and sassiness. There was something adorable about those behaviors. He loved discipline. He loved keeping a sub on the edge, a little off balance. And an independent, sassy woman seemed to be more on edge when confronted with discipline. He saw Avery’s eyes dilate with excitement and her breathing increase when confronted with discipline, and boundaries. But the set of her jaw, and tilt of her chin let him know that she wasn’t going to knuckle under easily.
Disciplining a woman like that instinctively spoke to him as a man. There was sweetness to dominating a submissive, a woman who wanted to submit, who craved the control of a strong man. Watching the submission take her over made him want to growl.
When Preston made it to the window of the playroom, the blinds were up, and the lights were on inside. Peeking through the edge of the window so she wouldn’t see him, he watched her investigate the equipment inside. She was reaching up to finger the bolt eyes on the bedposts. Her brows were furrowed in confusion. She ran her hand over the bedspread, obviously admiring the texture.
Avery sat on the end of the bed… and then she noticed the bars.
This’ll be interesting.
She bent over, muttering out loud to herself, staring confused into the pet cage. To his surprise, she opened it and crawled inside. He watched her snuggle with the kitty bed. His heart started to race faster and his cock leapt, watching her rub her face on the kitty bed, then sniffing it. She picked up the collar, looking at it, fingering the black velvet. When she put the kitten collar on, Preston held his breath in anticipation. His pants were tenting with his arousal, watching her delight in the kitty things. She shook her head and giggled out loud when the pink bell jingled. She rubbed her thumb and forefinger on the heart shaped bell that said “Kitty.” She shook her head again and then took the collar off, smiling at the pretty bell. She was absolutely adorable with the pink bell around her neck and her brows furrowed in confusion, chewing on her lip, trying to piece it all together.
God, he couldn’t wait to see her in that collar again, and watch her submission.
She started to crawl out of the cage, looking back at the bed, rubbing her hands over the pink velvet, sniffing the pillow, and rubbing her face on it one last time. Once she was out of there, she went to the saddle on the saddle rack. Preston was curious whether she would find the switch on the saddle horn.
Oh, there it is. She did it, she flipped the switch.
He chuckled, enjoying her look of surprise, and then watched her push her pussy up to the horn to feel the vibration. However, nothing prepared him for her leaping off the saddle, and taking her pants and panties off.
Her bottom had a couple areas that were still pink from the belt last night. While he watched her in that room, he actually contemplated jerking off. The sight was almost too much to maintain his self-control. She climbed onto the saddle, that bottom he loved so much, the curves calling to him. She had broad hips, and a soft sway and jiggle to her cheeks that made him want to bury his cock in the cleft. He watched as she slid up the saddle to the horn, slowly grinding her hips on the vibration. Soon her eyes closed, her white teeth chewing on her lip. Intermittently, she would shiver and her hips would spasm with the clenching of her pussy.
Preston was physically in pain watching her in the throes of passion.
Each time she thrust forward her ass would push up behind her, the dimpling of her bottom adorable. No longer able to contain himself, he entered the playroom quietly, undetected. He reached into the umbrella holder and grabbed a nice leather crop, walking up to Avery who appeared completely lost in her upward climb to an earth-shattering orgasm. He paused a moment, noting the flush, across her neck and chest, and her rapid breathing. Timing it just right, he swung his arm out wide and brought the crop down on her bottom — hard. Her eyes flew open in shock, and then the realization of who had swatted her bottom registered. Preston was pretty sure she would’ve said something, but at that very moment, her orgasm exploded, and she threw her head back, screaming with its release.
My God, absolutely beautiful!
How was he supposed to hold it together when she came like that?
Preston co
ntinued to slap the crop on her bottom in rhythm with her thrusts against the saddle horn, while with his other hand he gripped her breasts, squeezing, milking them through her clothing. Her nipples stood up prominently beneath the thin fabric of her tank top, and he pinched the hard nubs in time with each stroke of the crop, making her scream again with her second orgasm. He abandoned her breasts to slide his finger between the saddle horn and her pussy, seeking her clit, squeezing and milking through every bit of her orgasm. He kept cropping her bottom, her flesh nicely pink, until she finally came down from her climax. She moaned, tears coursing down her face as the pain finally registered, her arousal abating.
Preston dropped the crop on the floor, massaging her bottom until her moaning quieted somewhat. When she turned to look at him, he was gratified to see a little fear in those beautiful green eyes.
“You’ve been a very bad girl, haven’t you Miss Avery Rose?”
She chewed on her lip as her eyes brimmed with more tears. “I’m sorry. But I saw where you put the key and… I had to see.”
“No, you didn’t have to see. You chose to see. Chose to steal a key, and enter a room you were told you weren’t to enter. Is that correct, Miss Avery?”
Preston stopped the massage of her bottom, and pinched it lightly, demanding an answer.
“Yes, Sir.” She reached back and rubbed where he had just pinched.
“Come along, girlie. It’s time for your punishment for this.”
He put his hand around her upper arm, pulling her off the saddle.
“Wait! What? You just spanked me. You can’t spank me again!”
She pulled backwards, trying to break free from his hold.
“Avery, don’t make me drag you. What you just received was to bring you to completion. This spanking will be for breaking into the building and disobeying.” He raised his eyebrows when she still refused to move. She was definitely troublesome. “I can give you some well-placed swats to make you bunny hop to where I want you to go.”
To prove his point, he swatted her bottom three times in quick succession.
He pulled her toward the implement cabinet as she walked, almost dancing on the tips of her toes as she went. “And you’ll now get on the floor and drag that paddle out from under the cabinet.”
“Why?”
She was twisting her black tank top in her hands, standing with her shaved little pussy and pink bare bottom looking so sweet and fuckable. He resisted the urge to grab her by the ass, pull her against his cock, and grind himself into her belly. He had a job to do though, and he needed to show her that he was in charge.
“Why? Because it doesn’t belong there. You shoved it under the cabinet — I’m assuming so I wouldn’t use it on your bottom. But you were wrong, Miss Avery Rose, that large paddle is going to turn your little butt very red this afternoon. Now, get on the floor and get the paddle out from under the cabinet where you hid it, please.”
Avery got down on her knees and had to drop her head to the floor so see where it was. Preston moved behind so that he had a perfect view of her pussy and pink bottom. The lips of her sex were gleaming with the excess of her juices. Unable to resist, Preston bent over her and slid his finger down the cleft of her bottom, pressing his thumb on her pink rosebud, feeling her clench under the pad of his finger. He then slid two fingers into her warm sex, the slippery folds gliding over his fingers, making him wish it was his cock sliding through those moist lips.
Avery’s legs started to shake, and she rested her forehead on the floor.
“You’re a very responsive woman, Avery Rose. Men like that. You’re ready to fly apart with another orgasm, this quick after your most recent one.” Preston pulled out of her core, and loudly sucked her juices off his fingers. “But you’re not going to find your release now. Right now you’re going to get a long, hard paddling. Give me your paddle.”
“It’s not my paddle. It’s too big, and I don’t want it.” She shoved the paddle at him roughly, a scowl on her face.
“I’d watch my attitude if I were you, girl. You don’t want to upset the person in control of your punishment, do you?” Preston gave her a sly smile. “Follow me, sweetie.”
He brought her over to the pommel horse. “Climb up onto this.”
He put his hand over her pussy and helped her up to lie over the gleaming leather. He positioned her so her pubic bone was on the edge of the horse, then strapped her feet and hands to each leg of the pommel horse.
He patted her bottom lightly with the paddle. “Tell me why you’re getting punished, Avery.”
“’Cause I got caught!” She looked over her shoulder, her eyebrows furrowed.
Preston swung his arm out and the paddle landed with a loud splat on her bottom. Avery jolted on the horse, groaning between gritted teeth.
“Getting caught isn’t why you’re getting paddled. Try again.”
Avery moaned. “Mmmmmm, because I found your key and came into your sex playpen.”
Swat!
“You and your sarcasm — how many swats is it going to take, Miss Avery Rose, before you show some repentance?” Preston gave her another swat, admiring the red blush that rose on her bottom. He ran his hand over it, warmth suffusing his palm. “Your bottom is pretty hot, sweetie. Do you really want to keep going like this before your spanking?”
Avery went quiet at that, her body stilling. Preston decided to take that as a partial victory. The rest of the victory would be the completion of her punishment.
“You broke into this building after I specifically told you that you weren’t allowed to enter it. Ever. Correct?” Preston swatted her bottom, and Avery yelled, fighting against the restraints.
“Hurts doesn’t it, girlie?”
“Yes!”
“When you’re given an order and told to stay out of a building or to not do something, you’ll listen in the future, right?” Preston gave her two hard swats, hitting lower on the underside of her bottom and thighs.
Avery shouted in pain, her voice breaking and she dissolved into soft sobs.
He wanted to comfort her, show her his gentler side, even sit with her and talk about why she did this. He wanted to get into her head, understand her motivation better. He loved picking a woman apart, and learning what made her tick — why they defied orders, or why they submitted.
Every woman was a mystery to be solved.
Preston rubbed her back lightly. “Are you okay, girl?”
“It hurts.” She dropped her head, crying softly. “I was j-just looking around. Y-you didn’t have to get s-so mad about it.”
Preston came around and squatted in front of her, wiping her face with a tissue. “You’re missing the point, girl. You were given an order. You were told you were not supposed to come into this room. You didn’t respect my authority, or my privacy.”
She blinked, staring at the floor and then back up at him. It was connecting, finally. He saw the moment when she really understood. She met his gaze, swallowing. “I’m so sorry.”
Preston pushed her hair behind her ears, kissing her forehead lightly as he stood. “Your punishment will continue now that you’re remorseful.”
As he rounded the horse, he could hear her lightly weeping again. His heart ached hearing her soft cries. It was easier to hear an angry or defiant woman shout or cry, but a repentant and remorseful woman who cried quietly tore at a man’s heart. He had to be firm with her though. Preston pulled in a deep breath, and reminded himself why he was doing this — to teach her responsibility and respect.
“Five more swats, Avery. I’ll give them fast, so this will be over quickly. Then we can talk about all of this.”
Preston stared at her ass — which now had a pretty pink hue to it — and found his focus. He raised his arm and watched her bottom jiggle pleasantly as the paddle slammed into her flesh. He didn’t do it lightly — he wanted these swats to leave a lasting impression while she was remorseful and repentant. Her sobs tore at him; he hated to hear her sound so up
set. Giving the swats quickly was more for his benefit than hers — although she would never know that — and at this point, she would be hard pressed to see how they benefited her at all. Punishment meted out, he put the paddle down, unbuckling the restraints, letting her recover on the horse.
Preston went around to the front of the horse to wipe her face, caressing her cheek. “You did so well, girlie. I’m sure you’ll respect boundaries and orders after this.”
Thumb stroking her chin, he kissed her on the forehead, moving back to the rear of the horse to rub her bottom and back, soothing and calming her.
Looking between her legs, he was shocked when he found that her juices had started to seep down the horse. He whistled softly. “Avery Rose, your pussy has been dripping down the side of the horse.”
“Oh. God,” she groaned, the mortification in her voice making him smile. “K-kill me now, please.”
“Oh, sweetie. You have no idea what this does to a man. I can’t remember the last time my cock was this hard.” Preston slid his fingers into her channel, pressing his thumb against her anus. She wiggled at the insistence of that thumb, but her body betrayed its true desires, clenching his fingers firmly. “Your pussy being wet like this has me so turned on. And sweetheart, believe me when I say your embarrassment about that little fact is absolutely adorable, and makes me want to conquer you all the more.”
Preston worked his fingers into her channel further, and stroking her clit, he leaned forward, pressing kisses to her back. Without the restraints on, she was able to move freely, grinding her clit into the edge of the horse as Preston continued to thrust rhythmically into her.
“God, Avery, you’re so damn responsive. I just can’t get over it. Sweetheart, I don’t want you coming until I give you permission though.”
“What? Are ya kidding? I don’t think I can… hold back, Preston.”
“You better. Your little ass is too red for me to punish it again. I don’t think you want that.”
Avery stilled under his hand, and he chuckled. He could almost hear the wheels turning in her head. God, how he loved to get into a woman’s mind. There was nothing sweeter than watching a woman struggle with both her submissive desires, and her need to be independent. She enjoyed his attentions and words of affirmation too much to disobey — he was sure of it.
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