He stood in front of her, bent down to her eye level, they were locked on his. Her breathing was faint and slow, frequent long exhales silently left her lips as her body shook. She was nervous, they had not been together for nearly a year. They were both hungry, craving something more than anyone could ever give them. She sat there, bent over holding her posture in the manner she knew he wanted.
He turned and faced the mirror behind him, she heard a *click* as he pushed on the mirror to open it. Turning back with two canes, he walked toward her holding them out.
“Tell me which one you would rather have me use,” he instructed her.
He could see her eyes narrow as panic set in, bouncing back and forth between the two. Finally, like a faint wind in the night air, she motioned toward his hand.
“Your left one,” She tried to mumble through the cloth panties.
He bent down and pulled the panties from her mouth, “what was that,” he asked her.
“Your left one,” she said nodding toward his left hand.
He sat the panties on the ottoman and nodded his head in approval. He remembered her pain tolerance and how she likes to push it, but he knew she would take it slow. He likes to make her feel important to let her have a say in the play, even when tied and bound, it always made for a more enjoyable session. He turned around and put the second cane in the cabinet, she saw his hand grab something before shutting the mirror. He turned fast enough to slide it behind his back, avoiding her eyesight he walked behind her.
“I am going to leave those panties there and if you start to scream, do you know where they’ll go?” He whispered in her ear.
“Yes, Sir,” she said nodding her head.
Nerves were setting in, her knees and elbows started to shake, at any moment the sudden sting would come as he lay the cane across her ass. She sat waiting for it, her sense of time flawed as she drifted in and out, she catches herself closing her eyes and quickly opening them before he could say something. He was motionless and silent, she started to worry about what he was doing. Breathing slow and deep her eyes were closed again, she was gone, drifted into her subspace. She didn’t think she was there long enough for him to notice, she slowly opened her eyes and immediately saw him. Standing off to her side he was watching in the mirror.
*Shit, has he been watching this whole time? Here it comes,* She thought.
She watched him approach her from behind in the mirror, shaking his head he rubbed his hand on her lower back.
“My sweet little, you let your back fall cause you were to tense,” he said in a soft voice, “let’s try and relax more, honey”.
Walking to the front of the ottoman he bent down to eye level and brushed the fine hairs behind her ears.
“Remember where we are,” he said, “that’s the last time I will say that, little.”
He stood and walked to her side, tensing as pins wheeled down her back, he pressed lightly with the pinwheel barely letting it rest on her skin, enough to get her attention.
“Every time I catch you slipping,” he said in a stern tone, “you’ll get this harder.”
A moment of silence rang out, “Is that understood?”, he belted.
“Yes sir,” she said with confidence.
“Good,” he lightly ran the tip of the cane over the back of her thighs a few times, “do you think that your back should be arched right now, honey?”
Realizing she let him distract her, she quickly fixed her posture and sat up straight. “I’m sorry, Sir,” she said.
“It’s okay,” he said rubbing her ass. *SMACK* the bamboo cane was laid across half her ass, she let out a squeal and started shaking. Rubbing his hand where the cane hit, “you’re okay, baby”…”you’re okay.” As soon as he lifted his hand he replaced it with a harder smack, she flinched and let out a chuckled moan.
Locking eyes with her in the mirror they stared at one another for a moment.
“Hmm,” he said as he nodded his head before looking back down.
*SMACK*
He smacked her ass, again and again, alternating between her tight cheeks, every smack she lunged forward, losing her posture. She moaned louder between strikes as he yelled,
“Straighten your shoulders.” *SMACK*. “Lock your arms.” *SMACK*. “Keep your back arched.”
He stopped as she held herself perfect. He touched the tip of his cane to the back of her, now, bright red legs. Expecting her to flinch she stood still, eyes open staring at him in the mirror. He walked and opened the cabinet, grabbed oil from the shelf and poured it into a cupped hand. He rubbed them together as he walked behind her, massaging her sensitive cheeks with the oil he worked it all over her marked skin.
She was getting weak from holding her posture, shaking and trembling, her pussy tingled with every smack, it ached for his cock as he rubbed her wounds. His thumbs light brushed against her lips as he cared for her, she was having trouble containing herself. Watching him in the mirror she smiled as he looked up. For a moment it looked like he smirked from the edge of his mouth, but it quickly fainted.
Standing he walked to face her, uncuffing her hands and gripping the back of her head tightly as he pulled her to his level. They stared each other in the eyes for a moment, he pulled her close, keeping his eyes open he slowly moved his lips inches from her lips. Finally, closing his eyes he kissed her, gentle and slow he let their lips meet and their tongues sway back and forth in an elegant dance before pulling their heads away. Keeping his eyes closed for a few moments he opened them to see her staring back at him.
“We’re here, Sir,” she said with eyes that screamed at him, they screamed something he didn’t expect to see this early.
“Yes my sweet little,” he said smiling from one end of his mouth, “we’re right here.”
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