Adventures of a Spanking Addict (Wicked Leather) (6 page)

“Lesson one, if you can’t manage on your own, I will
help you achieve your goals.”

WHACK!

“Ouch!”  I struggled against the wall, the sting on
my thigh bringing tears to my eyes, and yet I shuddered wantonly as a searing
heat covered my body in an instant flush.

“Let me help you with that.”  Daniel’s lips kissed
mine then pulled away, as he placed a small ball gag to my mouth silencing any
further outcries.

As Daniel leaned in buckling the gag behind my head I
could feel his breath on my shoulder. My eyes widened under the mask in fear,
but my knees grew weaker with every breath he took.

“You’ll learn, you can’t get away,” Daniel
whispered. “This is to help you learn to focus on your goals.”

Daniel took a small vibe and turned it on and placed
it in the front of my panty, just touching my clit.

I mumbled a scream through the gag, and pulled
against my binds.  I shook with such fierceness that I thought I would pull the
sconce from the wall.  As I twisted against the wall, the dance to maintain my
balance was made more difficult when the crop fell against my thigh creating a stinging
that was intensely sweet, yet painful at the same time.

WHACK!

“Do you know why this helps you focus?”

Daniel trailed the tip of the crop up my stomach and
through the center of my chest up and up to my chin.  I pulled away, as he
lowered the tip tickling the leather down to my left nipple, then to my right. 
I started breathing even heavier as he started moving the crop back and forth.
Oh,
my God, is he going to spank my chest?
Yet, my reaction was to arch my back
pushing my chest even further out within his reach.

Whack!

Whack!

I struggled with my binds, my inner self, and my
body as I hung there against the wall.  Daniel had my full attention for
whatever lesson he wanted to teach me.  I only wanted more.

Whack! Whack!

Daniel stepped close to me, holding my arched sore
body against the wall.  He turned off the vibe, and pulled down the ties,
allowing me to nearly collapse in his arms.  He was gentle as he unbuckled the
ball gag and allowed me to catch my breath.

“I, you…” I didn’t know what to say, I held on to my
sore nipples as I tried to find the words. I was still in shock that he had
spanked my breasts with a riding crop.

“I think you’ve had enough for today, but you will
find a list of house rules on the fridge.”

I learned there were more levels to anticipation. I
was seeking something far more than a spanking. I needed mystery, discipline,
and bondage, and Daniel understood that.  What I was in for, I didn’t know.  Now
that I was in his house, I was sure that there were far more lessons to learn
than the simple rules of the house.