Practice makes perfect #NSFW, 18+

From her place on the floor, she watched with great anticipation as he carefully opened the box.  Her cheeks were flushed, and she felt slightly out of breath.  One of her assignments this week had been to track the package each day and report the location status to him by 4pm.  Yesterday, when she had relayed to him that the package would be delivered the following day, she’d seen the wicked gleam in his eyes.  Her tummy had instantly filled with butterflies.

Taking the new strap from the box, he tested the weight in his hands.  Holding her gaze, grin on his face, he slapped the strap lightly on his own palm.  The cracking sound sent a shiver down her spine.

“Fetch me a cushion from the couch,” he said, his voice low, dark.

She obeyed immediately, rising gracefully from the spot on the floor near his desk where he often put her in the afternoons.  She was dressed for his pleasure, wearing only the red satin panties he had allowed her after their afternoon love making session.  She blushed as she remembered how he had filled her bottom with his seed, sealing her bottom with a plug directly after.  She felt the weight of that plug in her bottom now as she did his bidding. 

When she brought him the cushion, he indicated she should place it on the straight-backed chair that he had placed in the middle of the room.  The spanking chair.  At least, this is how she thought of this particular piece of furniture. 

“Kneel in the corner, facing me.  Cross your arms behind your back,” he directed, voice calm, authoritative.

She obeyed, her body shaking slightly.  It wasn’t fear that caused her to shake, but the anticipation of pleasing him with the suffering that was no doubt to come soon. 

When he was satisfied that she was properly positioned, he began to practice with the new strap.  His arm raised, his gaze fixed firmly on his target, he brought the strap down precisely where he intended.  The cushion muffled the sound, but he noted how she startled at the noise.

He smiled at her.

He brought the strap down on the cushion again.  This time, the force propelled the cushion off the chair.

“Fix it,” he said, calmly.

As she began to rise, he said, “crawl”.

Lowering herself back down to the floor, she slowly crawled to the cushion, acutely aware of the plug in her bottom.  He stood there, watching her, lightly tapping the strap against his leg.

When he was satisfied with her obedience, he ordered her back to the corner. 

Satisfied, he resumed practicing with his new strap.  After half a dozen more practice strokes, he set the strap down across the cushion and walked over to where she kneeled in the corner.  He bent down, kissing her forehead lightly.  Suddenly, his fingers were at her waist, and he lowered her panties down to mid-thigh.

He stood back, admiring his girl.  She was nude, except for the red satin panties banded around her thighs.  He had shaved her bare the day before and he could see evidence of moisture gathering there.  She could hide nothing from his gaze.    

“Clasp your hands behind your head,” he ordered.  He admired what this new position did to her lovely breasts.

“Good girl,” he said, leaving her, and resuming work at his desk.

He responded to a few work emails and even participated in a Zoom conference call, all the while keeping an eye on his submissive in the corner.  His colleagues could not see what he saw of course; she was for his eyes only.

Satisfied he’d accomplished enough work for the afternoon, he told her to bring him the strap.  He saw that his voice startled her but she rushed to obey.

Again, he stopped her.

“Crawl,” he said.

She crawled to the chair and picked up the strap.

As she turned back to him, he said “put the strap in your mouth and crawl to me.”

She placed the strap in her mouth, careful not to damage the fine leather with her teeth.  Slowly, she crawled to the man who dominated her world. 

He watched as she made her way to him, on her hands and knees.  She was a lovely sight…bare skin, panties pulled down, her eyes full of submission.  He felt his cock harden but he resisted the urge to take her right there. 

She kneeled in front of him, head bowed. 

He gently took the strap from her mouth.  Placing one finger under her chin, he lifted her gaze to his.

“I want you positioned over the cushion; your bottom raised for me.  You have behaved beautifully today.  This is not a punishment.  But I am going to give you a very sore bottom, for my own pleasure.  It would be a shame not to use my new strap today.  Will you suffer for me, my girl?  Solely for my pleasure?”

She smiled at him, her eyes shining with love and submission.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Then go…get in position,” he told her.

She obediently crawled to the waiting chair; the plug nestled between her cheeks seeming to wink at him.  She placed herself over the cushion.  Her head, arms, and breasts hung over one side and her bottom was raised high for his attentions over the other side. 

She was so beautiful. 

Taking the strap, he went to her, in awe of her submission to him.  She knew that pain was coming, that the new strap would no doubt sear his dominance across her bare backside.  And yet, she lay there…offering herself up to him fully.

“You are a good girl,” he told her proudly, as his arm raised to deliver the first of many strokes.  The next few minutes were filled with the sounds of a spanking in progress.  The cracking of the strap across bare skin, the cries of a girl in real anguish, and the movement of a dominant delivering a sound spanking to his submissive. 

Later, when her spanking was over, she cried in his arms.  He soothed her, tasting her tears as he kissed her gently, murmuring soft words of reassurance in her ear.  She clung to him while sitting in his lap, and he gently rubbed the heat from her sore bottom.

He smiled to himself, satisfied with his new purchase, already thinking of the next time he might practice with his new strap.

After all, practice makes perfect.

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I hope you enjoyed this piece!  I sure enjoyed writing it for you.

XOXO,

nora