Page 18 of Rediscovering Rubi

“Oh! Um… maybe?”

“Let’s try to jog your memory, then,” he said before smacking one cheek, then the other, harder this time.

“Oh!”

She shifted from one foot to the other, which he recognized as an impatience for more stimulation, if her response to impact play hadn’t completely changed over the years. He was only too happy to serve that need.

He pulled the lace panties up to bare more of her ass cheeks, then went to work in an even cadence, building up to harder smacks as she danced a little under the pain. He moved faster, one cheek, then the other, harder, faster, while she began to pant in between soft moans.

And oh, yeah, he loved the way she danced when he played her. Loved that show of response. Loved that it meant she was enjoying the pain.

But he’d barely begun.

He paused the spanking and ran the flat of the rice paddle over her pinkening ass to cool the burn he knew he’d createdthere, and she sighed, pressing back into it. He kissed her shoulder and told her, “Stay still, baby. I’ll be back in a moment.”

He set the rice paddle down on the console table and grabbed a medium-weight leather flogger from the armoire. The falls were slender, and the tips cut at an angle, so he knew it would be more sting than thud. He hoped his wife’s body would still prefer the sting, but he was about to find out.

He stood behind her once more, slid his hand up under her hair, and grasped the back of her neck, firmly enough for her to feel his command. He leaned in and murmured to her, “Use your safe words if you need to.”

“Yes. Yes, Sir,” she added.

A shiver ran up his spine at the title. He’d always responded that way to her calling him “Sir”. At her acknowledging his command of her.

He moved her hair over her shoulders so he wouldn’t damage it with the flogger, then he began a slow, rhythmic play, the flogger coming down on the back of one shoulder, then the other, and he was glad he’d practiced on their bed before coming to the Ranch.

He could hear her panting, but the dancing had stopped. He moved in to check in with her.

“Baby, are you good?”

“Yes, good.”

“Do you want more?”

“Yes, please. More,” she said.

He kissed one of the pink welts rising on her lovely, pale skin, then stepped back and started in again, slapping one shoulder, then the other with the flogger. And soon she began that dance again, swaying and shifting from one foot to the other, her movements so damn sensual. So beautiful. And he loved the way her skin was going from a light blush pink to a darkening red.

He paused and ran his hand over her sore flesh, and she sighed again, quietly, leaning back into his touch. He moved in close behind her, pressing his body to hers while he reached up to check her hands for circulation, which he knew he needed to do, since she always leaned so hard into the cuffs.

“Flex,” he ordered, and she complied instantly, as if it hadn’t been twenty years since they’d played. “Good girl.”

He kissed her neck, then trailed soft kisses across her shoulders, and as her muscles relaxed under his lips, he wrapped his free arm around her body and slipped his hand down the front of her panties, finding her soaking wet.

She gasped.

“Ah, Rubi. Yeah, this is so good. Fuck.”

He slid his hand out and stepped back once more, this time working her ass with the flogger. When he let a good, hard hit fly, she yelped and danced away from the toy, but he used his free hand to pull her hips back.

“Try to take it, baby. You can do it,” he encouraged her. “Breathe, babe.”

He waited for her to draw in a long breath, then, as she blew it out, he landed another hard smack on her ass.

“Ah!”

“Breathe,” he ordered.

She did, and he landed the flogger once more, loving the marks it left across her sweet flesh. He ran a hand over the welts, making her moan quietly, but he wanted more from her. Needed to see her respond to what he was putting her through. Needed to know where her limits were, what her body, her mind, could process.

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