Page 3 of Loving Luna

She patted the leather center of the spanking bench and held my hand as she helped me into position, ass out, arms and legs secured.

Drake would have gotten more of a show if she’d had my ass facing the door, but apparently she really wanted to torture me so she made me face the door instead.

He turned, just as she finished securing the restraints that would hold me in place, and I scrunched my eyes closed, but not before I saw him looking.

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

Instead of finishing her sentence, she walked behind me, and smacked between my legs, one hard slap against my bare pussy.

Pain reverberated through my body and my mouth fell open in shock. I was no stranger to a little pussy spanking, but this was not Maureen. She did not do that.

Who was she tonight?

“Do you understand?” she asked, sharply, and I understood that she was ready to do it again if I didn’t respond quickly and appropriately.

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

“Good.” She flattened her hand and rubbed it across the center of my ass in a move I knew all too well. Soothe just enough to create a false sense of security, then move in for the attack.

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

My only response was a whimper. Though some said I had a bratty streak, I was a sub through and through. I did not like being asked questions about things like implement choice. Those were not my decisions to make. I did not want to be in charge.

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

I watched, with sort of a detached interest as Maureen walked over to the cabinet and flung it open. Her back straightened as her gaze flicked over the choices for just a moment before she quickly made her selections, a soft tailed flogger and a heavy wooden paddle.

My stomach dropped to my toes and I shuddered.

I hated wood. I craved it sometimes, but I still hated it, even more when I was restrained like this, when I had no choice but to take it, to feel every hard thud of the paddle against my bare ass.

Closing the cabinet, Maureen walked in front of me and held up her choices, as if I hadn't already seen them. As if I hadn’t been watching. As if she hadn’t known I was watching. I winced at the paddle, but secretly, deep down, I was glad. I needed this too.

When my Domme for the afternoon took up her position behind me, my gaze flicked to the entrance before I could stop myself. It was hard to miss Drake's careful gaze watching us with a satisfied smirk.

I glared at him, a split second before the soft leather falls landed on my bare ass, massaging the skin on my butt and thighs. It stung but felt good. I knew it wouldn’t stay this gentle. This was just the warmup.

The falls splayed across my ass several more times, and I could almost see the tiny spots of pink spring up.

She did it a few more times, and I whimpered, more from the humiliation of Drake’s eyes on me, than from any pain I felt. The pain was delicious.

Behind me, Maureen picked up the paddle, and positioned the cool wood flush across the fleshiest part of my cheeks.

My back tensed, then my bottom.

“Relax,” she scolded.

I forced myself to unclench.

Drake was staring at me. Longing in his eyes and a wistful smile on his face. The expression made me feel seasick. I wanted so badly to close my eyes and shut him out, but I knew better. Maureen would make me regret it.

I just needed to gain the upper hand. I just needed to control my reaction to Drake, and not let him get to me.

Easier said than done.

“Whap!” The sound of the first blow of the paddle, and the sharp, thuddy pain it elicited was always shocking, no matter how many times I felt it.

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

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