Page 39 of Release Me

She folds her arms and crosses her legs, huffing in annoyance and waiting for me to continue.

“When Raymond called me to tell me about a patient of his who was so far gone and out of his league that he needed my help, I was eager to step in. Sexual disorders are my area of expertise—”

“I can see that,” she interrupts, gesturing to the plethora of equipment around us.

“I must warn you, Brynn. If you interrupt me again, I’ll restrain you to that bench over there, spank your ass until it’s as red as your shirt and you’re begging for release, only to leave you horny and unfulfilled until I determine you’ve learned your lesson.”

The disbelieving smile on her face eggs me on.

“You’re already going to be punished for your disrespect at the breakfast table. I have no issue tacking on another offense.”

“You’re joking, right?” she laughs.

In a flash, I’m in front of Brynn, tugging her out of her seat.

“Hey!” she screams.

She tries to pull out of my hold, but her strength is no match for mine. When we get to the bench, I bend her over the edge of it and lay my body on top of hers so she can’t move. Twisting one arm behind her back, I tuck it under my body so she can’t tug it away while I quickly secure her other hand in a cuff. When that’s done, I grip her free wrist tightly and secure it into the second cuff.

I wait for her to scream or tell me to get off her, but she doesn’t. She either wants this, or she still thinks I’m joking.

Or she thinks she can’t say no.

Once I lock her ankles in place, her legs are spread wide, ass hanging off the end of the bench, in the perfect position for me to finally show her who I really am. Walking to the armoire on the other side of the room, I grab a blindfold and a ball gag. Opening the top drawer, I pick up a knife before returning to the spanking bench.

“What the fuck—”

Before she’s able to finish her question, I insert the ball gag into her mouth and buckle it behind her head. Immediately after, I secure the blindfold in place. I don’t intend to keep her gagged the entire time, but I need to be able to say what I need to say without any more interruptions. Starting with her pants, I cut a slit in one of the legs to make it easier to rip them off her. Once they’re out of the way, I strip her of her shirt, then her bra, and finally her underwear.

I take the knife back to the armoire and put it away. On the walk back, I gently guide her head down onto the padding, and stroke her hair.

“Relax, Brynn.” I crouch down so we’re at eye level, even though she can’t see me. “There are still some very important matters we need to discuss, but I think it would be advantageous to get this out of the way, so you’ll be able to focus better.”

Standing again, I walk around the bench until I’m between her legs, her ass presented in front of me. I watch her pussy twitch in anticipation, and I curse myself for wanting to dive right in with my tongue instead of going through with the punishment she’s earned.

No. She needs this punishment as much as I do.

“Now, I am going to ask you some questions, Brynn, and it’s of the utmost importance that you’re truthful with me. You either nod ‘yes,’ or shake your head ‘no.’ Understood?”

She nods her understanding.

“Are you afraid?”

She hesitates, but then shakes her head.

“Good. There’s nothing to be afraid of in this room, and I am not going to hurt you. But while you’re under my care, you need to trust that everything I do in regard to you is for your benefit, whether it be pleasure or punishment. I don’t want to control you, Brynn. I’m not trying to take away your fire by doing this. I want to ignite it by helping you get exactly what it is you want and need while also teaching you how to take control of your disorder.”

I let what I’ve just told her sink in before I begin a slow circle around the bench. With my hands in my pockets, my eyes inspect every inch of her smooth, creamy skin. When I return to my original position behind her, I watch as rivulets of pleasure drip from the opening of her pussy.

“Are you turned on, Brynn?”

She hesitates again, but finally shakes her head, disappointing me. Removing my hands from my pockets, I smack both of her cheeks with my palm in quick succession, but with medium intensity. I know she can take more, but I will work up to it during her punishment when it finally begins.

My dick hardens as I watch her ass bloom a precious shade of pink in front of me. Tracing her slit, I gather a sampling of the arousal dripping from her and walk back to where her head is. I quickly do away with the ball gag before lightly patting her cheek. As she gasps in surprise, I rub her cum over her tongue.

“Suck it off, Brynn,” I order her.

She listens and closes her lips around my finger.

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