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Your choice for O was a tie! I “flipped a coin” (randomly generated a number) and got Get Out of the Hot Tub!
“Let’s get out,” she whispered. Her better judgment had, at least, taken over. She felt relieved that she now knew she had her wits about her.
He picked her up, her legs still wrapped around him, and lifted her out of the tub. Once outside, he set her down, and she stood there shivering in the chilly air. He almost immediately wrapped her in a fluffy towel he picked up off a shelf nearby.
“This is nice,” she said, indicating the towel.
“I know, I picked them out,” he winked at her. “You can find a set of these in every room in the place.”
“Really?” She was surprised that he had been that thoughtful.
“Well, yeah. Every bathroom.” He smiled. “You like them?”
“Yeah, they’re nice.”
“I’m glad you like them.” He picked up her clothes and guided them to his office. “I want to check and make sure we get a room that isn’t already reserved.”
“Smart,” Aralyn commented.
He looked at the computer for a few minutes and then said, “Okay, I’ve got us a room.” He grinned at her, and she had no idea what to expect.
He reached for her hand, and she took it. He was somehow managing to keep himself wrapped in a towel, carry both of their clothes, and hold her hand all at the same time. She wasn’t sure how he was so talented. Maybe he was magic.
“What room did you reserve for us?”
“You’ll see,” he grinned.
She wasn’t sure what to expect from that. They wound through several hallways, skirting around the edge, so they never went into the large room at the center of the compound. They were in a room Aralyn didn’t think she had seen before. There was a small sign on the door that was just a letter S. Aralyn raised her eyebrow at it. She wasn’t sure what that meant.
When the door swung open, she saw a room that looked very much like the other rooms she had seen. Except, she realized as her gaze fell upon the far side of the chamber, there was one thing that was additional. There was an object that looked like a padded sawhorse. She couldn’t contain her curiosity. “What’s that?”
“It’s a spanking bench,” he said. He walked toward it.
“A spanking bench?” she repeated.
“A spanking bench,” he replied unhelpfully.
“What is a spanking bench?” she asked. The phrase was almost becoming comical because they were overusing it. In her past, mobility was crucial, so she had never had a toy that large.
“It’s a bench for spanking,” he said with a laugh.
“Okay, no really,” she said, letting her voice trail off.
“Okay, really, it’s a bench for spanking.” He walked toward it to demonstrate. “The person,” he started significantly, looking right at her, “would lay across the bar like this.” He demonstrated, and it put his ass perfectly in the air. “There are built-in restraints here, or someone could attach their own handcuffs, if they so preferred.”
“That’s…” she couldn’t come up with a suitable word. Sevy gave her time to come up with something and let silence fill the air between them. “Interesting,” she finally finished.
He laughed quietly. “Yes, interesting is one word you could use to describe it. Exhilarating would be better. Or maybe intriguing.”
“Those are good words, too,” she whispered. She didn’t want to tell Sevy that she had had lots of experience with spanking, just not that particular piece of furniture. She quite enjoyed being spanked, but she would continue to let him believe that she had never been spanked before and had no idea what it would be like.
“Have you…” he began, and she shook her head before he could get the question out. She figured that it would be better if he couldn’t ask the question, so she didn’t have to lie to him.
He nodded like he understood, but she smiled to herself, knowing that he actually had no clue.
“Have you ever been spanked?” she asked in a quiet, shy voice.
“Yes,” he said. “I feel that I should try whatever I’m going to do to someone else.”
Aralyn admired that quality in him, but she decided that she wasn’t going to pursue that line of questioning because she wasn’t sure she really wanted to know that much about him. In fact, the thought of him tied up and naked to the spanking bench made her squirm with a mixture of jealousy and arousal. She may be more on the submissive side usually, but occasionally she enjoyed dominating someone.
“That makes sense,” she said and then changed the subject. “And do you want me to…” she let her voice trail off.
“Well, I would love for you to lay across that bench but if you aren’t ready for that, I totally understand. I don’t want to push you.” Actually, pushing was just what Aralyn wanted—pushing boundaries. She wanted to know that he would take control of her and let her be free, even if it was just for a short period of time. She wanted to be spanked so badly that the thought of almost having sex with Sevy was driven from her mind.
“I don’t know…” she said, playing at being coy. She didn’t want to sound like she was too excited about the prospect of it.
“It’s okay,” he said quickly. “No pressure.” He approached her and wrapped one hand around the back of her neck. He lowered his head, so their lips were millimeters apart. “I want you to always feel comfortable with me. I especially don’t want you to ever feel like you have to do something to please me. I respect you too much for that.”
She nodded slightly, and their lips brushed together. Sevy closed the gap between them and kissed her lightly on the lips. She sighed against him and felt her whole body sag. She felt such relief at being close to him again.
Then they were wrapped around each other. Sevy’s other hand had wound around to Aralyn’s back and was pressing her chest against his. Her hands were on his narrow hips. Her body was tingling all over. She loved the feel of his body pressed against hers. She wanted to stay like this forever. But of course, perfection can’t last. He ended their kiss and pulled back from her.
He looked down into her eyes, and she stared back. She was locked in his gaze. “I want to try it,” she whispered, embarrassed to even say it.
“You want me to spank you?”
“Yes,” she hissed.
“Okay,” he said. “I will spank you under one condition.” She nodded and looked at him, expectantly. “I am going to give you a safeword, and you need to use it if you feel like it’s too much or you can’t handle it. Got it?” He was looking at her with the most serious expression she had ever seen on him.
“Yes,” she whispered. She wasn’t sure if she should call him Sir, but she figured that might come with time. She also wanted to ensure that she didn’t appear too knowledgeable about the whole situation.
“Excellent,” he said, more to himself than to her. “Your safe word is Piccadilly.”
“Piccadilly?” she asked.
“Yes,” he replied, sounding too sure of himself. Aralyn thought he just sounded silly, standing there saying Piccadilly. What the heck was that, even? “It’s certainly not something you ever say in a sex scene, and I won’t misconstrue it for something else.” She looked at him, apparently with enough of a look of confusion on her face that he decided to explain further. “For example, if your safe word were peanuts, that could sound like penis.” He paused, thought for a moment, and said, “Honestly, I don’t know why you would yell out ‘penis’ while being spanked, but it’s always best to make sure your safe word is something that would have no reason to be said during a sex scene.”
He ended his lecture and looked at her expectantly. “You’d make a good teacher,” she teased.
He rolled his eyes at her and gave her a playful swat on the ass. She jumped and squeaked, not because it hurt but because she was surprised he had done it. She grinned up at him, and he muttered, “You are going to be a fun one to break.” By the look in his eye, it almost seemed like he hadn’t meant for her to hear the comment. He certainly didn’t seem to be teasing, nor did he seem to be waiting for a response. So, she didn’t respond. She just kept looking at him until the heat between them built up enough that it overwhelmed them and he broke the tension. He took a step back from her, breaking the spell, and she shook her head, almost as though shaking off a particularly nagging fly.
“What do you want me to do?” Her voice was soft and measured. Even though it wasn’t something new to her, she wasn’t comfortable talking about it out loud. It had always been one of her downfalls. She wasn’t confident enough to talk about sex. She would be dismal at phone sex.
“I want you naked.” She complied immediately. He gripped her shoulders and turned her around to face the bench and put enough pressure to push her forward. She moved until she was right up against the spanking bench. She bent forward and presented her ass to him.
He stepped behind her and gently touched her ass. She shuddered under his light touch. He rubbed gently across both ass cheeks over and over, lulling her into a sense of security. She moaned quietly and waited for the first blow to land.
His hand left her ass, and then she felt it reconnect with a sharp stab of pain. She also felt her pussy begin to get wet at the loss of control she was feeling. She hadn’t realized how much she had needed this until it was happening. He pulled his hand back again and smacked her other ass cheek. She groaned audibly then.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said as loudly as she could get her voice to go. She was nearly trembling with desire now.
He spanked her again, and again, alternating cheeks. She was enjoying it immensely, but she was worried that she was starting to push the levels of believability. Sevy had no idea what kind of experience she had, and she assumed that someone with little experience would not be able to handle that much. She would need to use the safe word at some point. But when?
Should she use the safe word, Piccadilly, now?
Yes OR No
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