My Erika’s nipples bead at the prospect and my use of words I’ve never before used in her presence. They make her uncomfortable...no, the fact that she likes it makes her uncomfortable. Her body quakes under my grasp as I turn off the water and reach for a towel. “What will it be, kitten?”

She's so much prettier without all the stage makeup. Her skin is fresh and pink from the warm water. Her eyes are clear and lips are red and swollen from the gag. She's a vision, and more importantly, she's mine.

“What other punishment?” she asks as I dry her, inch by inch, caressing her skin. The indecision in her voice is loud and clear, even to the untrained ear. Erika saw the cross and the various implements. She has an idea of what my plans could include.

“Trust. Obedience. Submission. Your punishment is for me to decide,” I explain. “Your choice is something else. I'll either take off the chastity belt or I won't. If I don't, wearing it is your punishment. That means no fucking until tomorrow. No having my cock inside of you. No having my tongue or fingers in your greedy wet pussy or your tight hole.”

Her blue eyes shine with desire and apprehension, but she doesn't speak.

“Before you decide...” I offer, knowing this is all new to her. “...I'll show you something.”

Though her light brown hair is still wet, her skin is dry, except for where water drips from her long tresses. We're both naked as I lead her back to the big room and to the bondage table.

“What is this?” she asks as she runs the palm of her hand over the soft vinyl surface.

“Husband,” I say.

Kitten looks from me to the bondage table and repeats what I said. Her word is more of a question. “Husband?”

“It's your safe word.”

A turmoil of emotions swirls in her blue eyes with knowledge of her powerful word. Will that word make her realize that she's supposed to be with me? Or will she use that word and go back to a life of safety and boredom?

Kitten nods. “Okay.”

“Do you know what that means?”

“If I say it, you’ll stop.”

“It will all stop.”

She nods again.

“Lie back on this part.” I direct her to the broad vinyl-covered surface and help her recline. Placing her feet on the footrests, I decide not to bind her. “I'm not going to restrain you. A much more binding restraint is your mind. Close your eyes and decide what your future holds.”

Though she isn't sure what I mean, she obeys. Closing her eyes and resting her arms on the attached rests, she opens her body to me.

“Don't fight me, kitten,” I say, taking a crop from the wall and gently running it over her warm skin, beginning at her shoulder. Erika flinches at the first touch, but doesn't move away. Instead of striking, I trace the leather over her tits and around each nipple. The leather loop leaves a trail of goose flesh as it explores the intricacies of her toned body. She's perfect. Her job requires her to stay fit, but having her laid out in front of me, I see all of her. She’s a masterpiece. I continue to trace the sexiness of her collarbone, the swell of her tits, and the flatness of her stomach. With each touch, her legs open wider. I marvel at how it's happening without my words, as only the crop teases the edge of the chastity belt.

The insides of her thighs quake as I continue to touch and torment. So close, yet unable to give her the relief she craves. Over and over I tease, only her breath filling the air until she yells.

“Something else!” Her words are filled with need.

Slap! The crop strikes her stomach, leaving an angry red welt.

“Sir,” I correct.

Immediately her head bobs, and she says, “Something else, Sir.” The wanton desire is subdued as her now respectful tone fills the air, and a stream of tears leaks from the corners of her eyes.

“You want another punishment instead of the belt?”

“Yes. Please, Sir, punish me another way. This is too hard.”

“Tell me why.”

“Because I need your cock, Sir.”

I bend down and lick away the tears brought on by the crop, savoring the salty taste. “Open your eyes and stand up.” I offer her my hand.

Once she's standing, I go to the armoire and retrieve the key. Erika keeps her eyes downcast as I move closer, unlock the belt, and pull it from between her legs. “Look how wet this is.”

Her gaze flutters to the belt, the crotch moist with her cum, and looks back to my feet.

“Why is that?” I ask.

“Because I want you, I need you, Sir.”

“On the bed.”

Without hesitation, my kitten crawls onto the mattress.

“I'm going to bind your hands. Once I do, I'm going to punish you, just like you asked for, and then I'm going to fuck you. Do you remember your safe word?”

“Yes, Sir.”

She lies near the top of the bed and lifts her hands over her head. As she gets into position, I marvel at her beauty. She's the most magnificent woman in the world. She always has been. I've never wanted anyone else. Now, with her hands bound together and secured to the headboard, she's perfection. “You're mine,” I remind her, petting her soft skin. “You always will be.”

Erika doesn't speak, but with her hands above her head, her hips wiggle, responding to my touch and words.

“Roll over. I want your ass in the air.”

It's not easy with her hands bound, but diligently she tries.

As Erika struggles to comply, I contemplate my choices of implements for pleasure and pain. This is all new to her. She isn't ready for a cane or even a whip. I run a few of the paddles over my hand. Some are long and rectangular, reminding me of a fraternity board, while others are covered in leather, and some are both with holes. I take one of the leather ones, shaped much like a ping-pong paddle complete with a peppering of holes, and go back to the bed.

“This will do.” I strike the paddle against my hand and let the combination of my words and the sound sink in.

In her position, my kitten's unable to see what I selected. The possibilities must be replaying in her pretty mind. Stillness descends over the cabin, and I notice how her body quakes. I wonder what she must be thinking, being out of control, being at my mercy. I can only assume it's a staggering concoction of anticipation, want, and fear. The evidence of her desire is visible on her thighs. The intoxicating aroma of her cum and emotions fills the room, causing her to squirm against the bindings. She gasps as, without warning, I climb onto the bed and rub my hand over her round ass.

“You have a fucking gorgeous ass.”

Over and over, I caress and warm her skin. I keep going, occasionally brushing her wet pussy until her head drops, her unrestrained hair falls over her face, and she moans in pleasure. Just as she does, I rear the paddle back and strike her ass.

“Fuck!” she screams.

My arm vibrates as her entire body shudders. Small white circles protrude like polka dots on her ass in the pattern of the paddle's holes. I can't resist touching them. When I do, she flinches. “Hold still, kitten. This is what you chose. Remember?”

“I-I didn't...” She stops her own rebuttal. “Yes, Sir.”

I don't back down as again I strike her ass, letting the leather paddle redden her skin, creating a pattern of pink and red circles. Her breath hitches as she gives in to the pain. Her curses turn to whimpers as more tears flow.

After a few more blows, she falls forward, collapsing with a muffled scream. “Stop.”

I lean down with my lips near her ear and my most menacing tone. “That's not your safe word. Either say it, or get back on your elbows and knees and don't fall again. If you do, you'll only increase your punishment.”

I wait for her to respond. When she doesn't, I stick out my tongue and lap her newest tears. She sucks in a deep breath. I kiss her cheek as any rebuttals she may have considered fade away, and on shaky limbs she moves back into position. One more kiss to her cheek and her muscles relax, ready to take what I choose to give her.

Smack!

“Thank me.”

Her voice trembles. “Thank you, Sir.”

I reel back and strike again.

“T-thank you, Sir.”

Between her acknowledgments, cries, and the reddening of her ass, my cock is rock hard and the tip is glistening with cum.

“That's it, kitten, scream, cry—just don't move from your position. No one can hear your appreciation of your punishment except me. That's why we're here.”

Smack!

“T-thank you, Sir.” Her words are barely audible.

“Why am I doing this?” I ask.

Smack!

“Thank you. I-I didn't tell y-you the truth, Sir.” It's difficult for her to speak through her sobs.

With each strike, her thighs become more and more wet. By the time both of her ass cheeks are fire-engine red, her thighs are slick, and her face is covered with tears.