Laughing, he flipped her, and sitting on the side of the bed, he pulled her over his lap. “I’ll show you threats. Five for being a smart-ass and five because I can.” Then he smacked her ass hard ten times. When he was done, he pulled her into his arms and slammed his mouth on hers, grinding her lips against her teeth. When she opened her mouth to scream with laughter, he thrust his tongue inside and swept her mouth with it.
Pulling back, he asked her, “gonna tease me again, smart-ass?”
Giggling, she looked up at him and answered. “Yep, every chance I get. That was just lame, if you’re going to punish me, at least make it worth my while.” She knew she was asking for it, but it felt so good to tease him.
“Oh, I can make it worth your while,” he said, showing her the paddle he had taken out of the closet. It was big enough to cover both her cheeks with one swat and had little holes drilled in it in evenly spaced increments. The thing was about an inch thick, and if wielded correctly, it could do some real damage. Craig didn’t want that, but she was going to get five with it. “Game on,” he told her smugly.
Swallowing, she thought to herself, “What have I done now? I’ll never learn when to keep my mouth shut.”
“Bring it,” she answered back cheekily, knowing she was asking for it.
“No problem, love,” he answered, accenting the last word. “You were going to get five, but now I think you can take ten. Use your safe word if you need to. For this, your safe word only stops the paddling. Everything else will continue.” He wasn’t going to let her off easy, but wanted her to know she could stop if it became too much and that they would continue to play.
“For the third time. Bring. It. On.” She was going to be in so much trouble, but at the same time, she knew Craig would never give her more than she could take. She loved the fact that he reminded her she could use her safe word, giving her and her big mouth an out, but she had provoked him into this, and she was going to show him that she could take what he was dishing out.
“You asked for it,” he told her, moving her off his lap and standing up. He quickly flipped her to her stomach and positioned her with her feet dangling off the side of the bed and her ass at the edge. Looking down, he tapped a finger to his lips. “Hmm.” He studied her, knowing she could see him. Reaching up on the bed, he grabbed a couple pillows. Lifting her, he placed them under her abdomen, raising her ass to the perfect angle.
“That’s what was needed, now everything is perfect,” he told her. He rubbed both of his big hands over her ass, moving in circles and covering all the skin from the top of her ass to her upper thighs. He stopped rubbing and starting smacking. Applying light slaps to the skin he had just caressed.
He reached between her legs and ran his fingers through her wetness, stroking up and down until she moaned. Removing his hand, he went back to work on her ass, continuing to smack her, gradually building the intensity.
When he had her skin the color he wanted it, he grabbed the paddle, and placing one hand on the middle of her back, told her, “Love, I’m going to use the paddle now.”
Holding her back firmly, he reared back and smacked her. Her skin immediately turned a bright red and she squealed.
“That was one, love. Do you want to use your safe word?” he asked, rubbing the red mark.
“No, Master, I wish to continue.” She answered him, tears running down her face. Fisting the pillow she had pulled under her face, she grabbed a big chunk of it between her teeth and braced herself for the next blow.
She had always enjoyed a bite of pain and thought that had been ruined for her. The paddling was causing the most extreme feelings. More intense than she ever remembered. She had been afraid she wouldn’t enjoy this kind of play again. She was very happy she was wrong.
She must have drifted into subspace, because, the next thing she knew, Craig was rubbing her skin with a cream or ointment and saying, “This will help the sting and the bruising. Are you back with me, lamb?
“Yes, Master. I’m green Master,” she answered with a sigh, still drifting.
“I’m going to start preparing your ass for me, love. I’ll be using lots of lube and going slow. It will burn at first, worse than my fingers, but stay with me and it will get better.”
He prepared her as best he could, using the promised lube and his fingers. Leaning over her body and effectively restraining her body with his, he fitted himself to her and slowly pushed his way in, not stopping until his mushroom-shaped head was past both rings of muscle designed to keep intruders out.
Having got that far, he stopped and gave her a minute to get used to him. Once he felt her body relax, he pulled back a little and pushed further in. It was torture to go so slow, but he wasn’t going to chance hurting her.
He felt her wiggling and trying to push back and take more of him and knew the time was right. He pulled most of the way out, and with a quick motion of his hips, thrust in half the way.
“Oh my God!” she screamed.
“And that’s not all of me, love. I’m not going all the way tonight, we’ll work up to that. For now, this is all you get.”
“Thank God,” she thought, “it feels like there’s a log up there now.” She tried to relax and took a deep breath.
Being careful not to put too much weight on her, he leaned into her a little more. Fisting his hand around his cock so he didn’t go too far, he continued to pull most of the way out and slam back in. By covering her body with his, he could better gauge her responses and knew when she was ready for more. Keeping his fist where it was, he increased his speed until they both came with a scream.
He pulled out of her, lying down on his back beside her and pulled her upper torso to lie across his chest. Running his fingers through her hair, they lay there in the glow of the aftermath, enjoying each other’s bodies.
After a few minutes, he got up and went into the bathroom. He cleaned himself and came back with a warm rag for Rachel. She was sleeping so soundly that she didn’t move while he was attending to her.
He moved her to the center of the bed and crawled in beside her. Pulling her body to spoon with his, he cupped one breast and closed his eyes.
Chapter Fifteen