Page 12 of Releasing Reenie

She smiled when she reached me and raised her brows. “Hey,chica. You okay?”

Slipping into my Domme persona, and out of the friend box she was trying to put me in, I corrected her. “It’s Mistress Maureen to you.”

Her eyebrows raised to her hairline, and she let out a low whistle. I understood, I wasn’t one to insist on protocol straight out of the gate. At least not with her. We’d usually chat like friends while I set the scene up.

But as quickly as I’d slipped into my role, Luna slipped into hers. With a curt nod that told me she needed this level of severity as much as I did, she lowered her gaze to the floor. “Yes, Mistress Maureen. I’m sorry.”

The contrite look on her face fed the need I had low in my belly, a need I mostly kept quelled. A yearning for a level of control I wasn’t comfortable exhibiting on a regular basis. I was with Luna though, and she knew just how to bring it out of me.

Stepping forward to close the space between us, I grabbed her chin between my fingers and pulled her face upward until her eyes met mine. We only had a short time, but I had a need deep inside me to make this a “real” scene.

When Luna’s gaze met mine, I held her attention, letting my gaze roam over her face in silent scrutiny before I spoke. Finally, I said, “What are your needs this afternoon? How are you feeling? Any boundaries I should know about?” I, of course, already knew all her hard boundaries, but I was asking for what she wanted and/or couldn’t handle today because those things were fluid and could change daily, or even hourly.

Luna let her shoulders rise and fall in a shrug and I clicked my tongue. “I see you’re in a bit of a bratty mood today, Miss Luna, aren’t you?”

Again, she shrugged, and I let a wicked smile spread slowly across my face. “Well, that’s just fine, then. Because as it turns out, I’m in the mood to tame a brat.”

Her eyes widened, quickly and I could tell my response had surprised her. Moving my grasp from her chin to her shoulders, I whirled her around until she was facing away from me and laid down a volley of hard smacks against her perfectly round backside, holding tight and not letting her wiggle away. I spanked until she was whimpering, and her ass cheeks were a pale pink.

Then I turned her again and forced her onto her knees in front of me. Luna was one of the few I was comfortable being this harsh and demanding with because she never expected more than I was willing to give, and she always let me lead the scene. Over the years of playing together, we’d developed a nice rhythm and learned to anticipate each other’s needs.

Which was why, when I put her on her knees in front of me, something I rarely did, Luna looked up with wide eyes and gave a slight tremble. It wasn’t fear, though, it was excitement. “Address your Mistress properly,” I scolded, “and when she asks you a question, answer with words.”

Luna gave another nod of understanding, and followed it with, “Yes, Mistress Maureen. I’m extremely sorry for my brattiness. Please punish me for my mistakes.”

Her words had me heaving a sigh of relief as I exhaled a breath I hadn’t known I was holding. I truly needed this. Not just the control, and the façade of who I was in my Domme role, but the back and forth, the give and take, the deep submission and trust, and yes, even the bratting. But more than that, I’d neededthis to not just be a scene. I needed to punish, and Luna had probably realized that.

“I will punish you,” I agreed sharply. “On your feet.”

Luna quickly did as she was told, and jumped to her feet in front of me, her perky tits straining the mesh of her top. She preferred to be naked with most Dominants. But it wasn’t something I required, or even wanted, but she’d chosen to wear as little as possible already, so taking it off seemed a natural next step. “Strip,” I commanded.

Again, I could see the shock in her wide eyes, but again, she quickly obeyed, until she was standing in front of me, shaved pussy exposed, perky tits out, timid smile on her face.

“Come.” I grabbed her hand and pulled her across the room to a sturdy spanking bench that just so happened to face the door where Drake was standing guard.

I saw on her face the moment she realized what bench I’d chosen and why. The little gasp of surprise puffing between her pink painted lips, the way her pupils dilated, and the way her gaze bounced between me and the doorway as if to ask,“Is this really what you require?”all titillated. Yes, it really was what I required. I patted the leather center and held her hand as I helped her into position, ass out, arms and legs secured.

Drake would have gotten more of a show if I’d had her ass facing the door, but I wanted her to see him watching her, so I made her face it instead.

He turned just as I finished securing the restraints that would hold her in place, and I saw her scrunch her eyes closed when she noticed him looking.

A sharp smack across the center of her ass had her eyes popping open again, and I walked in front of her, admonishing with a shake of my head. “Eyes straight ahead. Keep them open. If I see them closing…”

Instead of finishing my sentence, I walked behind her, cupped my hand, and smacked between her legs, one hard slap against her bare pussy. The action shocked me as much as it shocked her.

Who was I tonight?

“Do you understand?” I asked, my hand pulled back, still cupped, ready to strike again if she decided to be sassy or glib with her answers.

“Yes, Mistress!” she squeaked. “I understand!”

“Good.” I flattened my hand, and rubbed it across the center of her globes, feeling every inch of the soft, still-cool skin, knowing that all too soon, it would be red and hot to the touch.

“I wonder,” I mused… “what kind of implement of ass destruction should I use on this naughty bottom tonight?”

Her only response was a whimper. No surprise there. Though she had a bratty streak, Luna was a sub through and through. She did not like being asked questions about things like implement choice. She did not want to be in charge. That was fine, though, because I did.

Glancing at the implement armoire nearby, knowing exactly what it would be stocked with, I considered my options.

---