She fetches some equipment

You are startled by her scream and stop what you are doing, breastplate half removed, and look at the whore. Shakily, the girl stands and walks over to the wardrobe in the corner of the room. You undo the other side of the breastplate, letting it fall to the floor, quickly followed by your shirt, leaving your breasts exposed.

Opening the wardrobe the Elena reaches inside and picks up something. Turning round she dumps it on the floor. You eyes widen as you look at what the girl dropped.

All manner of sex toys and equipment lie on the floor, lacquered wood cocks, and a harness for wearing one, handcuffs, blindfolds, a paddle. All sorts of ideas rush through your head, endless possibilities for uses of the equipment.

The whore walks back to the bed and lies down.

“So, punish me for my crimes?” Elena suggests.

With a smile you walk over and pick up the handcuffs and blindfold. Turning back to the girl you grin almost evilly.

“Bend over the bed," you order.

Elena very slowly begins to rise. With a surge of annoyance at her disobedience you reach out and pull her up to standing by her hair and throw her over the bed, forcing her smooth, bare ass to thrust out behind her. Grabbing her wrists you pull them behind her back and lock them in place with the shackles.

You decide not to add the blindfold, dropping it back on the pile, and instead pick up the hard wooden paddle.

“Now, I think it’s time for you to take the punishment for you crimes. On the ass.” You state.

Elena gasps, obviously realising your intentions, but makes no effort to move away, instead wriggling her bare buttocks, almost enticing you to spank it. You decide to let her have her wish.

You swing the wooden paddle through the air with a satisfying swish, ending in a loud slap. A squeal erupts from the whore’s mouth, and she jerks as she is struck. Again you bring the paddle up and swing it down to smack the girl’s ass hard.

The once creamy skin of the girl’s butt slowly turns red, each spank drawing a squeal from the mouth of the shackled girl.

After a few more loud smacks and squeals you drop the paddle and run your hands over the girl’s warm, red asscheeks, thinking of what to do with her next.