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There were 2 boxes under the bed. He didn't specify which toy box, so she could've been a smart ass and laid out three vibrators. But she didn't. She was in a mood and craving a hard spanking. She knew what she needed. A thick wooden paddle, double leather strap, and rattan cane were carefully selected and set on to the bed next to her.
She lied on her stomach on the bed, legs nervously swinging up behind her. Waiting. The front door had been left unlocked and finally she heard him enter the apartment. The lock was clicked in place behind him and his footsteps came down the hallway toward her.
He entered the room and his eyes surveyed her body. She nervously smiled as he kissed her hello. "Good girl," he said into her ear, the praise for having followed his directions. His hands ran down the length of her body and came back to rest on her bottom.
He glanced at the implements lying next to her. "You've picked out some heavy stuff. Is it because you know how bad you've been lately and that you deserve to be punished?" "Yes, sir," she said softly, breaking eye contact and fixating on the comforter.
The cane was new to him and he swished it through the air a few times and commented on the sound it made. "Yes," she said, "that's what makes it so scary." He tapped it lightly up and down her bottom before landing a few harder strokes. It really stung and she could already tell it was going to leave some marks as she tried not to move. She was fairly quiet, even for how quiet she normally was. She was starting to get into that zone and space out a bit.
She squirmed around surprisingly little for such a hard spanking. He switched off between the cane and the paddle, her bottom heating up fast. He'd pause at just the right moments when she was reaching her pain threshold and rub her sore cheeks before resuming. She wanted to be able to take it all. Her breathing focused as he continued.
He picked up the strap and really let her have it. It firmly struck across both cheeks, the leather unyielding. She bit down on her lip and buried her face into the comforter. She fought to keep her legs from kicking. After several smacks of the leather, he paused to massage her bottom. His fingers slipped between her legs and she softly moaned into the bedspread.
She was surprised at how slick she felt because despite her vulnerable nude state, she had not been focusing on that. But now the switch was flipped. And she always enjoyed herself when he flipped the switch. "Have I been a good girl tonight, sir?" she asked. "Yes you have," he said. "You took your spanking very well. How would you like to be rewarded?" She turned toward him and smiled.