Lying on my front over the pillows, handcuffed, with my face in the duvet, it wasn’t easy to look around and see what was going on. I had to twist my neck into uncomfortable contortions to see the door. I decided to keep my head down and try to be zen about the whole thing. What would be would be; there was no point anticipating or fighting it.
When he came back again, he put what felt like an armful of things down on the bed by my feet. He knelt behind me, lifted my hips and reached underneath to add another pillow, obviously thinking my bum wasn’t sticking out enough. Now it was pushed up high, my cotton knickers straining over my cheeks. The spanking was going to hurt.
But I was at least allowed to keep my knickers on, which was a good sign. At least, I thought so.
He picked something up and I wondered if it was a paddle or a strap or something completely different.
It was something completely different.
It was a bath sponge.
I squealed and then giggled as drops of cold water fell like heavy rain on to my bum and soaked into my knickers.
‘Oh, my God, what?’ I exclaimed.
‘Keep still.’ He pushed my cuffed hands into the small of my back, away from the waterfall. The trickle continued to drip all over my cheeks, sinking in, slowly but surely, until I was wearing a pair of thoroughly wet panties, right down to the crotch. The coldness made me shiver.
‘It’s freezing,’ I complained.
‘Not for long,’ he said.
One loud, wet smack fell hard on my bottom.
‘Christ!’
It hurt. It hurt more than it did on dry bare flesh. Something about the water added an element of fierce sting to proceedings.
‘Painful?’ asked Dan sternly.
‘Very.’
‘So it should be.’
He added another dozen smacks, hard and fast, while I gritted my teeth and tried hard to be brave. Once he had delivered twenty or so, he stopped and warned me that he was going to move on to the strap.
‘It hurts,’ I wailed.
‘I know. Twenty strokes.’
The feeling of that leather falling like vengeance on my poor wet bum was something I couldn’t have imagined. It stung like a swarm of bees, the smart spreading outwards and chasing away the cold. My knickers clung to my bottom as if glued, the strokes making loud slappy sounds each time the strap fell.
‘It really hurts,’ I shouted. ‘More than anything.’
I tried to reach down with my cuffed hands, to protect my bottom from the onslaught, but I knew it would make no difference, so I had to content myself with trying to twist away from the strap. He put his hand on my back and held me in position and carried on regardless.
I lost count early on, too busy kicking and gasping to try anything more mentally challenging.
‘My goodness, this is certainly very effective,’ he said, laying them on with inexorable force. ‘I’ll remember this.’
I tried a sobbing noise, to see if it would stop him.
It didn’t.
I suppose he must have gone past the dozen mark by the time I decided I’d do anything to end this.
‘Dan, I can’t!’ I shouted. ‘It’s too much.’
He stopped straight away and crouched over me, his hand rubbing my spine.