A paddle, ropes, handcuffs and a tons of kinky stuff

Inside was a leather paddle and a big assortment of ropes, straps and buckles. There was a pair of handcuffs and things she didn’t recognize. There was also a blue rubber thing that caught her eye immediately. It looked sort of like an electric penis. She couldn’t imagine what it was.

Paul rummaged in the box and came out with a few short straps. �Give me your hands,� he told her.

Obediently, she complied and he quickly attached a leather cuff to each wrist. Then he took two more out of the bag and knelt down to attach one to each ankle. Finally he took one more and brushed her long hair aside so he could put it around her neck. Each of them had rings attached and it wasn’t hard for her to figure out what they were for.

�Lie down on the bed, on your back,� came the next order.

Once again, she complied.

He stopped for a minute to admire her. Then he took short lengths of rope and began to tie them to the rings on her wrist cuffs. The other ends he tied around the legs of the bed, pulling the ropes taut so that she had to stretch her arms above her head. She wasn’t in the least surprised when he did the same to her ankles and she was tied down, spread-eagled, to the bed.

She lifted her head a bit to see him get out the rubber thing that looked like a penis. She was still a virgin and hoped he wouldn’t try to put it inside her but there was nothing she could do.

�Your dad told me to do this first,� he told her. There was a box attached by a wire to the device and he pressed a button. She heard a low hum. Paul took the device and began to gently stroke her pussy lips with the tip.

She grunted at first, trying her best not to speak. She knew there was probably something in that bag he could gag her with if she got too noisy so she tried to keep it down but she couldn’t help it. She had never felt anything like that before. The vibrations seemed to grow stronger with each touch. Before long, her grunts turned into moans.

She didn’t like the fact that her first time was with some kind of machine she had never seen before but she knew she couldn’t argue about it. Right now, Paul was just teasing her with it. Stroking her with it then removing it. She didn’t know how long she could go on like that.

With each stroke, she would try to push toward it but would get caught by the cuffs. Finally she just couldn’t take it anymore. �Master, please don’t tease me like that.� She felt so exposed and helpless. She couldn’t move and knew Paul could do anything he wanted. She wondered what all her father had planned for her and, in that same matter, what Paul had planned for her.

Paul was fascinated with her reactions. She was obviously very aroused and it was setting him off as well. But now she was ready. He turned the vibrator off and gave her a kiss before releasing the bonds that held her to the bed.

She stretched and wriggled to loosen her muscles.

�OK, I was supposed to get you ready for your spanking.�

She made a moue and reluctantly got up. He went back to the suitcase and took out a leather paddle to set down on the bed. Then he sat down on the edge and reached for her. He took her over his lap so that her upper body was on the bed and her bare bottom was well placed to spank. He began to gently rub her bottom with his right hand as his left reached under her to take a firm grip on her breast.

The cream she had smeared on her bottom earlier to relieve some of the pain had begun to wear off and she could feel the growing burning sensation in her butt. Him rubbing it felt good until he would run his hand into a sore spot and caused her to jump a little. The paddle he was going to use was the same one, or at least looked similar to, the one her father had used on her that morning. She knew, if he hit hard enough, it would cause a good sting and reignite the embers.

Jennifer felt his hand indulging on her breast. At first he fondled her already erect nipple then took a firm grip on her breast. She didn’t know if he was doing it for his enjoyment or if he planned on holding on it while he spanked her. She couldn’t turn around to look at him because she was already in position. �How many do I have to get?�

Paul didn’t have the experience to know if he should set an exact number or not. Her dad had told him to spank her until she was in tears. He really didn’t know how many that would take. He guessed it depended on how hard he smacked her. He really didn’t want to bruise her, just create a good sting.