‘That’s fine. And the tie?’
‘Go for it.’
I offer up my wrists, enjoying the way he wraps the material round and round then pulls it tight, but not so tight that it hurts, then knots me into place.
My physical powerlessness lends that thrill of erotic fear to the scenario and I start to edge into the headspace of safe submission. Even with my legs dangling and my bottom up, I feel I want to play the rebel, though, and I kick my feet.
‘You can’t get away with this,’ I say through clenched teeth.
Mal takes to the role-play with a will. ‘I think you’ll find I can. Your behaviour is unacceptable, Sophie. The others in the room need you as an example. Watch and learn.’
He addresses the other four people in the room. From the corner of my eye, I can see that Jake and Rachael are snogging, while O sits on Lincoln’s lap in the armchair, watching us.
‘This is what happens to girls who get out of control.’
Mal’s hand cups my bum, his palm grazing the glitter, which has lent a slightly rougher texture to my skin. ‘This is going to be a lesson to you, Sophie.’
Get on with it.
The first collision of palm and bottom is swift and loud but not too painful. I purr contentedly and wiggle my arse for more.
‘Cheeky,’ warns Mal, and he starts to spank harder, slapping his hand all over my flesh, methodically. No patch is left untended, from the tops of my thighs to the centre of my buttocks. His scholarly and thorough approach soon has me squirming and trying to avoid the rhythmic fall of his arm.
He deals with this by speeding up and varying the pattern of the smacks so that I gasp and kick under a veritable onslaught.
The warmth turns to raging heat and I start to howl continuously, no longer able to take a breather in between strokes.
‘Oh, poor thing,?
?? exclaims Rachael, breaking off from winding herself around Jake like a burlesque vine. ‘Look how red she’s getting.’
‘Perhaps it’s time for the swatter,’ says Mal diabolically.
I shout, ‘Oh God!’ and everyone laughs.
Everyone except me, that is. I am too busy clenching jaws and fists and muscles. The plastic tip of the thing makes the areas it hits break into a sweat and then the next strokes sting even more, mixing in with the salty damp to create an exquisite pain cocktail.
I buck and yelp my way through about twenty swats before having to call time. ‘Please, please, no more, I’m burning.’
The second he hangs fire, the blissful afterburn makes its effects felt, the most substantial of these being the wanton wetness at my pussy.
‘Was that a good lesson?’ Mal runs his hands over my hot cheeks, squeezing and pinching them.
‘Very. Very good.’
‘I think you need more, though,’ he whispers.
I clench my buttocks. I think not.
‘Oh, don’t worry,’ he says. Chuckling, he reaches into the cleft and pulls out the strip of thong buried within. ‘The spanking’s over. I have something else in mind now.’
He pulls the thong down to my knees and pushes one finger into the vacated space, running it down the crack so that I shiver with arousal.
‘Oh yes,’ I whisper.
With his other hand he homes in on my clit, spreading my pussy lips wide to get a good feel of it.
‘That spanking made you wet,’ he comments. ‘Nice and wet.’ Slowly, he massages the area, spearing thick fingers into my cunt. ‘This is going to be very ready for my cock, when I decide to fuck you.’