Wednesday, 9 March 2016
#MidWeekTease - Alpha Fever - Switching Up #BDSM #brat
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Her face fell to the mat when she twitched. Brent held the prod to her ass and she writhed until he pulled back. He tied her ankles to a spreader bar while she was focused on the pain. A thicker, rougher rope was threaded through the bar and looped over a beam in the ceiling. For the first time, Patty looked up and saw that the ceiling tiles had been pulled away to expose two such beams. “What are you going to use those for?”
Brent didn’t answer, picking her up by the waist and turning her over. It was complicated by the bar, but he muscled her into it. She was only a few feet from the mattress, and he hauled her to it, her torso raised slightly. Then he grinned. “Time for that spanking.”
He didn’t grab the nearest item, walking over to the coat stand. She leaned back into her knees, starting to rise. How was she going to get to her feet?
“Why so quiet, Patty? Don’t have any insults to hurl at me? Don’t want to add to this?” There was a swish and Patty looked over her shoulder to see the wooden paddle that had sliced the air.
He pushed her shoulders, holding her head to the mattress. The wood cracked across her cheeks. “You mean no, sir.”
She ground her teeth but didn’t answer. He smacked her bum again.
“Good, because I’m going to make you pay for every minute you made me wait. What was it? Thirty? I’m sure you can handle at least that many blows. Maybe I should spank you for that same thirty minutes.”
A lump formed in her throat. That was a long spanking, especially if he was using something other than his hand. While she processed that, the paddle connected again.
“Nothing to say? Well, we’ll start at thirty and go from there. You should count.” Smack.
“Four,” she said gasping.
“No, dear, that was one. Let’s start at one again.”
She pressed her lips together and waited. Brent had moved the paddle down to the back of her right thigh, but connected with the same force. “One,” she squeaked.
He moved the paddle slowly up her thighs and back onto her bum over the next dozen strokes. Patty sniffled against the tears the beating had brought. Tears leaked from her eyes, and she couldn’t wipe them with her hands tied. Her breath was raspy with barely suppressed sobs.
“My arm needs a rest. That is one tough bottom you have,” Brent told her, his hand covering one cheek. It felt blessedly cool next to her hot skin. Her nerves tingled and screamed as he brushed it slowly and then did the same to the other. When that stopped, he brought a tissue to her face, sitting cross legged and lifting her chin.