Punishment

I have not forgotten seeing my tenant her gyrating on her bed just on the edge of a climax but not quite able to get what she needs. With a crooked grin I reach forward and finger one of the dangling black ties that fasten her shirt. If she wants to play out this fantasy of being owned, who am I to deny her.

“Apparently, your skills as a pot-girl are a little hit or miss,” as I speak I pull the cord slowly until the slipknot pops open, “I think I'm going to have to teach you the consequences of failing to please your master.” Her eyes sparkle with excitement for just a second before she lowers them modestly and takes her lip between her teeth. When I pull open her top to admire her firm breasts and their little pink nipples she gasps involuntarily and her whole body shudders.

“Are you going to whip me, Master?” To be honest I've never seen the erotic excitement in brutalizing women, but maybe a nice slow spanking? “Or are you going to **** me, forcing me to serve you as I beg and plead for mercy?” I consider bringing her once again to the edge of an orgasm, and then sending her off to her room, but I decide that what Alison really wants is something more demanding.

“Get out of the rest of those clothes, ****” I snap sharply and she jumps to obey.

“Are you going to use me, Master?” She asks as she steps out of her shoes and kicks off her jeans. “I've only done it with my boyfriend, and I'm not sure I can please -”

“Quiet!” I cut her off and she stops immediately. “Slaves do not speak without permission.” She bites her lip timidly but has enough sense not to speak. “I want you over that counter with your pretty little ass nice and high.” She stifles a squeak and quickly bends over the counter that she so recently scrubbed clean.

In the past, whenever I playfully spanked my wife, I had always used my hand. Being able to caress her round ass between whacks is just one of the advantages, the other of course is the added intimacy of my hand on her bare flesh. However, just within reach is a large mug filled with a variety of utensils; standing among the whisks and spatulas is a heavy wooden spoon that catches my eye. It is in no way the kind of disciplinary paddle favored by the BSDM crowd I see on the internet, but it is long and heavy with a broad flat head ...