“I have a secret,” I tell her.
“What?”
“It scares me a little bit, too. Being open with people is never easy, but that’s the point of a good D/s relationship, honey. It’s all about honesty. It’s all about vulnerability. It’s all about being open.”
“You’re right. Cameron – my husband – and I, we never experimented like this. I’ve never been in a real relationship with someone where D/s was a factor.”
“You’ve had play partners, but not a real Dom?”
“Exactly. I’m a little nervous.”
“You should be nervous,” I say, sitting next to Christina on the bed. “But you shouldn’t be scared because I will never do anything to hurt your heart.”
“Only my ass?” She chuckles, and I pull her over my lap.
“Oh, yes,” I say. “Thank you for reminding me. I believe you did have a spanking coming to you.”
“Hey, come on now,” she protests lightly, wiggling a little. It just makes my aching hard-on worse. “Don’t be that way.”
I pull her skirt up to reveal her bottom. She still doesn’t have panties on, but her bottom isn’t red anymore and she doesn’t have any bruises forming. Her Dom earlier tonight went light on her, which is understandable since it was, as far as I know, their first time playing together.
I run my fingers over her bottom and Christina quivers beneath my touch.
“You look beautiful like this,” I tell her. “And sexy as fuck. I can see your ass, your pussy. I can’t wait to be inside of you.”
“Oh, I can’t wait for that either,” she whispers.
“Tell me what you want me to do to you, Christina.”
“Right now?”
“Right now.”
“I want you to finger me,” she whispers.
“Ask me nicely.”
“Will you please finger me before you spank me, Sir?”
“That was lovely,” I slide a finger between her lips easily. She’s soaking wet, and her body tenses as I slide inside of her. “Fuck, you’re tight.”
“More, please,” she groans. I can tell she’s trying to hold still, but she’s wiggling on my lap.
“I think it’s time for your spanking,” I tell her. “I did promise you one, after all.”
I place one hand in the middle of her back, holding her in place, and with the other, I touch her ass, warming her up. Her skin is soft and pale. Pretty.
I lift my hand and bring it down.
“Ouch!” She yelps, wiggling.
“I barely touched you, princess.”
“I’m sore from earlier.”
“How about you take your spanking like a good girl?” I tell her. “And then we’ll have some fun?”
“Okay,” she whispers, and I spank her again. This time, I hit a little bit harder, a little bit sharper, but she doesn’t wiggle, doesn’t move. I spank her again, and again. I move my swats around so I’m not hitting her in the same spot the entire time. I want to warm her up for more playing, for lovemaking. I don’t want her to be too sore to enjoy sex.