The Room

She slowly moved up to the table. She was searching his eyes for any hint or softness she could exploit. Not a single ounce of anything.

She placed herself on the table face down. The only way to realistically fit was to bend at the waist and rest her upper body on the table. It was a perfect fit to her body too. The face rest was perfectly placed. The arm rests were her exact dimensions. Her heart was feeling at peace while bewildered.

As far as he was concerned, this OK of hers covered her agreement to be punished. He’d revisit that afterward with regards to the lifestyle question he had raised.

To make this more effective, he’d give her a choice of one of the implements and he’d have the choice of the other.

It was show time.

The counter was there to keep tabs of how many licks he was giving her, that way she’d not have to focus on how many she took. The timer was there to help her keep track of time so she not think she was being punished for an eternity.

Securing her arms and legs to the table, he added a strap around her waist to secure her in place. The choker was then attached to the table so she not raise up and reposition herself in a way that put her rear at risk of a misplaced swing.

As she took in the process, she understood more about her man. He was being extra careful to have her safely positioned. She couldn’t help but get aroused by the level of care he took to make sure she was comfortable in this highly custom made contraption of his.

Once she had expressed that she understood his instructions, she set her sights on the timer and the counter and waited. What felt like an eternity was just ten seconds on the clock before the first swing landed by the instrument of her choice.

The sting was way more than she had anticipated and a tear flew from her as if a projectile in a hurry to get away from the muzzle it was once housed in. The counter moved to one, must be sound activated. But that was one hard serious hit. This was not play, this was penitence. She had no clue how many was coming or how well she would fair. The clock and counter would be her only companion.

He administered ten rounds. Swiftly. Powerfully. So much so that had she not been properly restrained, she’d feel propelled off the table. The man had a very firm and solid stroke each and every last one of them. It felt like it was years in the making, but the timer had not yet cleared a minute.

The funny thing, she was feeling a sense of elation. A sense that all was well. She was being kept in check and her mind was free now to go where it needed to go. Not the most pleasant of feelings to be mixed, the pain was not fun at all. But it was not over the edge or out of control. The man had not given her anything she could not take.

Now was the instrument of his choice. She had selected the plexi glass because she thought it had the least amount of weight to it. Now she was thinking that was a mistake. He had leveled such swift hard hits with it that now she wondered what would happened if he selected the very heavy looking paddle.

With tears streaming down her face, she was more emotional about what would happen than what had happened. She wanted to negotiate, but she understood that this was not the time or place. She had this coming. She had to take it.

His hands hovered over the wooden board. That paddle was the heaviest of them all. Her tears streamed all the more. She would have picked that heavy board if she was in his shoes. His hand moved over to the crop. She held still, she didn’t want to influence his choice, as they all looked bad. He moved over some more, then backed up.

He picked up the towel. This could be good just as it could be very bad. Her body started to tremble. Her nerves were not sure what to expect. How she wished to let him know she had learned her lesson and wanted so much the chance to snuggle close to him and assure him that she was done snooping.

He looked at her and paused. She was trembling. Was she cold or nervous? She was perfectly quiet. This was not the defiant wife he was ready for. This was someone totally different. She was taking her punishment like a champ. As far as he could tell, he had spanked her within 80% of what he thought she could take. He didn’t feel the need to go beyond.

Because this was a lesson to be learned, he was not going to move into the Blue Lagoon for fun play after this lesson. That would not send the correct message. He had to be sure this sat a while and sunk in good. The next set of rounds would be a variety she’d never forget.