Use the spoon

I've never tried something like this, but this has been a week of many firsts and I reach for the wooden spoon as my hand on the small of Alison's back and presses her firmly down until her hands clutch at her ankles.

“Do you know why I'm paddling you?” I ask as I use the heavy spoon to caress her bare skin. Bent completely over like this I have free access to every inch of her perfect ass.

“Because I missed that grease spot on the hood?” I whack her with the spoon sharply on her pale smooth skin, and she squeaks in surprise but doesn't let go of her ankles. “I'm sorry, Master.” The spoon leaves a clear red imprint on ass, and she wiggles her butt delightfully.

“Try again, ****.” I tell her as I lift the spoon into the ready position again. “Why are you being punished?”

“Because I've been disrespectful, Master?” The second smack lands on her other cheek, this time a little harder than the first one and she cries out again. “I'm so sorry, Sir. I don't know!” I aim for the red spot again and Alison squeaks delightfully again.

“Because I'm a bad ****, Master. Ohhh?!?” The last exclamation comes when she feels the smooth round head of the spoon push into the gap between her thighs and then cup her flowering vulva. Normally I'd be using my fingers to cup her like this, but there is something wickedly erotic about using the instrument of pain to press against her sex.

“Nope, that's not it either, girl.” I tell her as I pull the spoon back one more time, “I'm paddling you because I can.” And then as she squeals out again, I smack her four more times until her entire ass is a rosy red.

I push the spoon between her legs again. “Don't drop it.” I warn her and then use my free hand to caress the poor girl's enflamed flesh. “Did you like that?” I ask gently as I continue to rub her softly.

“Oh dear Lord, forgive me.” My sweet tenant moans weakly, “I am so horny right now. Please, Mr. P. I need you so bad!” With a laugh I turn my attention to the spoon that is still held tightly between her clenched thighs sliding it in and out in a crude imitation of fucking and Alison moans again, this time with need.

“You'll have to wait for the weekend for that part of your training.” I lift the poor young woman up even as I pull the spoon free with a sharp jerk. “Don't worry though, I'll be using you in every way imaginable once your real training starts.” Alison's face is as red as her ass and she stares at me in disbelief.

“You're not going to fuck me?” Honestly, I'm a little surprised myself. There is a definite bulge in my pants, and I'm sure that even without my new pills I could get it up without any problem. However, just because a man can do something, doesn't mean it's a good idea to go ahead and indulge himself. Don't get me wrong; my holding back has nothing to do with the problematic morality of fucking an owned ****. I just want to be sure that I am good and ready for this weekend, and that's exactly what I tell her.

“Patience, Alison.” I whisper as I brush a lock of golden hair from her tear-stained cheek. “I'm going to fuck my newly acquired **** so hard this weekend, her eyes are going to bug out.”

“Oh God, Mr. P!” The trembling teen clutches at my arms fiercely, “I don't think I can wait that long!”