This was also about showing her who was in control. And that he didn’t tolerate any disobedience when it came to health and safety. He didn’t give a shit that she could be a brat. That she wasn’t the most obedient of subs. But when it came to her health and most definitely her safety, he was going to ensure his rules were followed.
He picked up the nipple clamps. He’d been introducing her to them slowly. Her nipples were extremely sensitive, and he had to be careful not to tighten them too far and turn the pleasure-pain of their embrace into simply pain.
Her eyes followed him, full of worry and need and pleasure. Her face was flushed, a light sheen of sweat had broken out across her skin. He knew she needed to come. She was practically shaking with her desire. But she’d held herself back. He was proud of her.
Leaning in, he circled her nipple with his tongue then sucked the tight nub into his mouth, pulling at it gently before letting it go. It was slightly elongated now. Perfect.
He placed the clamp around her nipple then tightened it.
She took in a short, sharp breath then let it out slowly as he gave her other nipple the same treatment. When both nipples were firmly clamped, he took a step back to assess her. Her breath was fast, but there was no hint of real pain on her face or in her eyes. He checked her wrists then her ankles, making sure she wasn’t pulling at them and hurting herself. Then he cupped her face between his hands, kissing her lips lightly. They were soft, full, and warm beneath his mouth.
“Where are you?” he asked in a low voice.
“Green, Sir,” she murmured.
“Good. That’s very good. Now, do you know why you’re getting punished?” There hadn’t been much punishment so far.
“Because I worried you.”
That was pretty much it in a nut shell.
“And you worried me because I thought something had happened to you. You’re supposed to keep your cell phone on you. If you’re ever going to be late, you’re supposed to text me and let me know. And that goes both ways. Don’t I always do the same for you?”
“Yes, I’m sorry.”
“I know you are.” He brushed her hair back off her face. Then he kissed her mouth. “But you need a reminder. And I’m going to give it to you.”
“You’re enjoying this entirely too much.”
He smiled. “Darlin’, I haven’t even started.”
5
Sloan uncuffed her ankles from the stirrups and secured them to either end of a spreader bar. “Don’t let that plug slip out or I’ll find some ginger to replace it,” he warned.
Holy hell. She’d heard about figging from the other subs, and it wasn’t something she was eager to try. He raised her legs into the air and attached them to a chain that dropped down from the ceiling. Her legs were slightly pulled back so her ass wasn’t resting on the spanking bench. Everyone was getting a good view of that big ol’ plug in her butt.
He rubbed a hand over her bottom then started slowly spanking her. Light to begin with, the smacks soon grew harder, faster. Her ass burned. The pain almost too much, too harsh.
Then he drew back and rubbed her ass, something she usually loved, but it just served to increase the heat. He drew the plug out slightly then pushed it back in. In and out. Reaching u
p, he grabbed the chain that was attached to the nipple clamps and tugged lightly.
She arched her back, slightly shocked as pleasure flooded her. She didn’t think she could feel need so soon after experiencing a spanking like that. But her breath sped up, her heart racing, and she groaned.
Then he slowly withdrew the plug from her ass, and she actually felt a sense of loss as her back passage clenched down. He placed it down then grabbed something else off the table.
The paddle.
She watched him with trepidation, the pleasure she’d felt dissipated in a rush.
He smacked it lightly against his hand as thought testing it. Yeah, that wasn’t really inspiring her to feel better about the fact that that thing was about to come into contact with her already smarting ass.
“Look at me,” he commanded.
She raised her gaze to his.
“Ten of these. You’re going to count them out and ask me for the next, understand?”