Page 8 of A Master's Destiny
Her eyes light up. “Yes, if it pleases you, Sir!”
Deciding I now have a good handle on her needs, I place my hand on her lower back and guide her to an empty spanking bench. Patting the leather padding on the wooden bench, I command, “Take off your panties and mount my bench.”
She bites her bottom lip, squeaking in excitement. I watch her shimmy out of her pink panties and climb onto the bench. After she’s settled, I take off my jacket and slowly roll up my sleeves.
“Do you enjoy restraints?” I play with one of the cuffs secured to the bench.
“I do, Sir.”
With permission given, I bind her wrists first. I then trail my hand lightly over her back as I move to her legs. Once both of her ankles are bound in cuffs, leaving her completely helpless, I lift up her rainbow tutu to expose her naked ass.
Rubbing both buttocks tenderly, I remind her, “I want you to call out your safeword if I spank you too hard.”
She turns her head to look at me. “What safeword would you like me to use, Sir?”
I grin, patting her butt lustfully. “Red, of course.”
“Yes, Sir.” She giggles, wiggling her ass to the alluring symphony of multiple submissives being spanked all around us.
I raise my hand and wait a couple of seconds before giving her a light swat. She giggles in response and begs, “Harder, Sir.”
I begin by rubbing the area I plan to spank before giving her a playful slap. I continue spanking her in this way, switching between both butt cheeks, as I slowly increase the power of my hand.
I enjoy watching the way her fleshy ass ripples with each swat, while her skin begins to pinken.
All is going well until a submissive suddenly cries out, “Red!”
I turn in concern to see the loner in the hall now staring at his submissive in shock. One of his hands is still entwined in her long, blonde curls, while the other is poised to spank her again.
The room suddenly becomes deathly silent.
The guy slowly lowers both hands and steps back from her, looking confused.
“Mr. Ashford, why did your submissive call her safeword?” the bald trainer asks.
Ashford shakes his head when he answers. “I have no idea.”
The trainer frowns. “Ask her.”
Ashford turns to her, frowning. “What did I do wrong?”
“I hate having my hair pulled. It totally killed our scene.”
“Why didn’t you tell me that before we started?” he demands in frustration.
“You didn’t ask.”
I notice all of the trainers scribbling in their notebooks.
Once he is finished writing, Master Nosh looks up and tells Ashford, “Apologize to your submissive and ask if she would like to continue.”
Ashford sighs, looking humiliated, but immediately complies. “I’m sorry I didn’t ask before. Would you like to finish the scene?”
She nods. “Yes, Prince Ashford.”
I smirk, amused by the title he’s given himself.
Master Nosh calls out to the rest of us, “Proceed with your scenes.”
