Page 13 of Releasing Reenie

A cane was easy to wield and packed a punch. A strap was fun. Subs like Luna always enjoyed the delicious burn of leather. But for a seasoned sub such as Luna, those things could take longer to make an impact. I didn’t have a long time, and I wanted to make a lasting impression in a short amount of time. I wanted her to really need to be restrained, to fight against them, to whimper and cry and eventually beg for mercy, so we would both get the releases we desperately needed.

With those needs in mind, I walked over to the cabinet and flung it open. My gaze flicked over the choices for just a moment before I quickly made my selections, a soft tailed flogger to give the skin a short warm-up, and a heavy wooden paddle. Lunahated wood. She craved it sometimes, but she still hated it, even more so when she was restrained like this, when she had no choice but to take it, to feel every hard thud of the paddle against her shapely ass.

On my end, there was nothing like delivering a hard paddling to a naughty, sassy bottom. Not only was it exhilarating to take in all the little whimpers and whines, to watch the skin bounce under the weight of the paddle, each thwack leaving it redder than before, but it was also a physical workout to wield such a heavy implement so relentlessly. And I needed that.

Closing the cabinet, I walked in front of Luna to show her my choices. She winced at the paddle, her steady gaze shuttering before she met my eyes and answered with a resolute nod. She needed this too.

When I took up my position behind her, it was hard to miss Drake’s careful gaze watching us with a satisfied smirk.

I winked at him before I flicked my wrist, sending the falls of the flogger splaying across her bottom and thighs. Luna gave no indication that she’d even felt it, but that was okay. This was just the warm-up.

I flicked my wrist several more times, watching the falls land, watching the tiny spots of pink spring up across her milky white skin.

When it was a faint pale pink and Luna was starting to respond to my ministrations with soft whimpers, I knew it was time to truly begin.

Laying the flogger across her back, I picked up the paddle and positioned the cool wood flush across the fleshiest part of her cheeks.

Her back tensed, then her bottom. “Relax,” I scolded, waiting until the knots of tension fell away.

Closing my eyes for a brief second, I centered myself. I loved topping, especially a needy, willing sub like Luna, but there wasa part of me that always needed a pep talk before I started a scene because, though I could admit I liked it, there was something about causing pain to another that still felt somewhat unnatural, even if only for a moment. And cause pain, I planned to. She needed it and so did I, like I needed my next breath.

Seeing Trent again, here on my turf, had done a number on me. So many feelings, most of them way more than uncomfortable, had crept back up and I channeled every single one of them as I pulled my arm back and prepared to strike.

“Whap!” The sound of the first blow of the paddle, and the shocked cry of pain it elicited was always satisfying. And Luna didn’t disappoint.

“Holy mother—!” she cried, rearing up as much as the restraints allowed.

I laid the paddle across her ass again before she’d even finished crying out. Again and again and again. I gave her no time to breathe between swats. I paddled until my arm ached, and until she was visibly crying.

I paused only long enough to rub the rapidly reddening globes and acknowledge the look of concern Drake shot me. I nodded curtly in his direction, saying “we’re good, and she can take it”. He relaxed, but only slightly. I had a feeling he’d been about to come over and intervene, but he stayed put, keeping a steady gaze on the scene unfolding in front of him.

I noticed a shift in Luna’s body language and saw that she’d put her head down, no longer keeping her gaze straight ahead. Her inability to follow a simple instruction gave me the incentive I needed to continue, and I brought the paddle down hard again.

“Ow!” she cried. From the way her body jerked, it was clear she hadn’t been expecting it.

Again, I let the paddle fall relentlessly, giving her only a moment between swats to gather a breath.

Thwack, thwack, thwack!I kept my gaze trained on her back, watching her closely for any sign of distress beyond the expected.

Her back heaved with labored breaths. Her shoulders shook with soft sobs, but everything about her was saying “green”.

Still, with my urge to wreak havoc satisfied, I slowed down, laying the last dozen or so swats with far more precision and control than I had the first few dozen. I paid attention to her skin, noticing it growing roughened from the wood. It was bright pink with mottled bruising already starting to pop up in the fleshiest areas.

“Color?” I demanded.

Luna’s response was a half-laugh, half cry, that escaped in a puff of air. “Green,” she huffed. “Still green. But are we almost done?”

“Almost, sweet girl.”

I rubbed the cool wood against her heated backside and watched when it seemed to bring relief. Luna was tough, she played regularly and had painslut tendencies. The fact she was asking if we were almost done already was a testament to how hard the paddling had been and how stressed I’d been.

Just as I’d taken stock of Luna, I paused briefly to take stock of myself. The tension and lack of control I’d felt after my interaction with Trent was gone. My arms ached, but my shoulders felt looser. My breathing seemed to be coming easier, though the tough paddling I’d given thus far had worn me out and made my heart race.

I drew in a couple of deep, centering breaths, pulled the paddle back again, redirected my aim so that I’d catch her sit-spots and, with the way the bench had her legs open, the curve of her pussy. Knowing where it would land, I dialed back my strength to a minimum, and gave a dozen more swats, with just enough force to pinken the tops of her thighs and leave adelicious sting in her nether regions. She’d likely be needy and achy afterward, but that was a problem for her battery-operated boyfriend, or, if she was feeling brave, Drake.

Finally finished, I placed both items into the sanitization bin inside the cabinet, so they could be cleaned before further use. When the area was cleaned up, I picked up Luna’s discarded clothing, what there was of it, and held both items in one balled-up fist while I rubbed her shoulders, back and bottom with the other.

“Good girl. You took that so well.”

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