She needs a spanking

“Let me show you how this works,” you say, taking her to the bench and holding up the manacles. “Unless you’re scared.”

“I’m not,” she says, stepping forward and offering her hands.

You lock her in, and she stands there, drinking in the sight of your body and starting to regain some of her confidence. But she didn’t pay attention to where the chains go. She watches you walk to the handle and begin to turn it.

“Oh, wait,” she says as the chains start to pull her. “Oh, shit.”

You turn the handle until she’s bent over at the waist, then lock it like that.

“Don’t be worried,” you say, seeing the look on her face.

“I’m not,” she replies, blushing hotly.

“Big tough biker can’t be scared of something that every CCL girl does,” you say, walking around her, trailing a finger over her skin.

“I’m not scared!”

She’s terrified. You expected some tattoos, and she’s surprisingly pale.

You touch her lower back and she stiffens.

“Oh,” you say with a voice full of sympathy, swooping around in front of her. You kneel and take her face in your hands. “You poor thing. Mommy will comfort you.” You kiss her on the mouth, good and deep.

She moans and kisses you back hungrily, rattling the chains.

You pull away. “Here,” you whisper, offering her your breast. She readily wraps her lip around your nipple. “There you go,” you say, stroking her hair as she sucks. You love her eagerness. Even if you need to punish her now, sometime you’ll let her have her way with you in bed like she had in mind. You want to see what she can do.

You stand back up, and she looks disappointed, but she watches every move you make, twisting her body to keep her eyes on you when you walk behind her. Instead of your finger, now you have your whole hand on her skin. She’s getting goosebumps, and trying not to wiggle and react to every touch, but she can’t help it. She’s sensitive.

“You must like being naughty,” you say, resting your hand on her bottom. “You joined a gang.”

“Club. Not gang,” she says, still doing her best… but her face is so red, and she’s sweating even though it’s cold down here. She challenges you with her eyes.

You suddenly drop to your knees and spread her legs.

“Oh my god,” she says through gritted teeth as you admire her womanhood up close.

“I think you sprung a leak,” you say.

She groans in frustration and wiggles her hips as though she can escape somehow.

“You’re such a fucking tease!” she bursts out.

“Language!” You stand up and let her have it, a full-strength slap to the rump with your open hand.

“Ow! Fuck!”

“What did I just say?” You smack the other cheek, just as hard.

“Ah,” she cries out, the chains rattling louder. “Jesus!”

“Leave him out of it!” You spank her again.

“Fuck you!”

Slap!

She groans, but keeps her mouth shut. You are trying so hard not to laugh. The stinging, red handprints stand out clearly on her buttocks. She’s so cute, and it’s only making her wetter.

You are not into the heavy pain stuff, but since it’s getting her worked up, you can give her just a little more punishment. To make sure that she learns her lesson.

You rest your hand on her tender bottom, gently rubbing the skin as you look past her at all the tools on the wall.

Should you use the whip?

Or a gag?