Jamie brushed her hair out of her eyes and grabbed a bottle of water, thirsty after having worked to turn the soil in her garden. Then she noticed the coupon on the kitchen table. Gulping down the rest of her water, Jamie went to the bathroom, took a quick shower, and went to bedroom.
He wasn’t there. Relieved that Cliff hadn’t opened any of the curtains yet, she checked the spare bedrooms, the office, the living room, and the dining room. No Cliff. That left only two places. The basement or the garage. She hated both. The basement because of the stone foundation, darkness, and general dungeon like quality, and the garage, which was part woodshop, because of the saw horses, tools, and general mechanical quality.
Slowly, she descended the stairs. And yes. There he was, waiting beside the painter’s ladder. I handed him the coupon and stepped into place. Cliff whistled happily as he pulled down my panties, something he truly enjoys mainly because it humiliates me (something I truly enjoy as well!).
“Now, because I want to see if this paddle really will leave a heart shaped mark, I’m not going to give you a warm up,” he stated calmly.
Jaime said nothing, as their rituals demand, but prepared herself for a solid swat.
“My hope is that just the outline of the heart will be prominent, but we’ll just have to see, won’t we?”
Jamie began to pant. She knew he was building excitement, but she was still becoming impatient. The excitement, though, was undeniable, especially when he swiped one finger through her slit.
“Tsk, Tsk. Eager are we? I suppose it would be rude to keep you waiting too. . .”
WHAM!
Jamie’s mouth opened but no sound came out. The unexpectedness of the blow and stolen her mind.
WHAM!
Before she could recover, Cliff had graced the other cheek.
“Now, we wait to see how this develops before moving on.”
He again ran his finger along her slit, this time dipping into her tunnel. Jamie moaned and pressed back slightly, needing more.
“There’s my special slut,” he murmured. “Come on then. Come over my fingers. That’s my girl.”
Once Jamie had ridden the wave of her pleasure, Cliff removed his fingers only to shove them into her mouth.
“Clean up your mess. That’s it. If you’re a good slut, I’ll fuck you later. Right now, though, I just want to play,” he explained. “Now, let’s have a look at you.”
He stepped behind her and ran a hand over her cheeks. “Not quite as distinct as I’d have liked, but still, the coupon reads ‘No less than ten minutes but no more than twenty’ so I have time, don’t I?”
And so the spanking began in earnest. For ten solid minutes Cliff applied the paddle to Jamie’s ass and upper thighs. Her panties had slid down to her ankles, causing a tripping hazard as she wiggled on her toes. Jamie had no idea that ten minutes could last so long, be so painful, and be so erotic all at the same time. Silently, she begged Cliff to take her, to fuck her as hard as he paddled her, to take and do and use any part of her for his pleasure as well as hers. She bit her lip to keep herself from begging.
“There now. Bright red with scarlet heart shaped outlines. I think I’m going to enjoy using this one. Lovely gift, my slut. Thank you! How about another good come before round two?”
“Yes, please!”
“Ope!! Caught you, didn’t I?”
Jamie groaned. No speaking aside from her safeword. She could nod or shake her head, but no words. She’d fallen into his trap again.
“Darn shame. guess no orgasm for you! Come on,” he said as he helped her step off the ladder. “Onto the old table with you.”
Jamie, with Cliff’s help, managed to climb onto an old rectangular wooden table. Whistling again, Cliff secured her ankles to the sides of the table with the help of soft ropes, her inner thighs fully exposed.
“Bet this baby will make lovely marks here,” he murmured and began slapping the paddle against her tender inner thighs.
Jamie’s mouth opened and a small “OH!” escaped her lips. Cliff laughed.
“I was thinking five, but now it’s going to be another ten minutes!” he said gleefully.
He wasn’t harsh with the paddle, but he certainly was consistent, giving her inner thighs tap after tap after tap for ten minutes straight. By the time he finished, Jamie was covered in sweat and a pool of her own joy had spread at her apex. She watched, fascinated, as Cliff undressed. He climbed up on the table, knees on either side of her head, his cock pulsing in front of her face.
“You did well, slut. It was a thoughtful gift, and one that you seem to enjoy as much as I did. These coupons, they are multiple use, aren’t they?”
Jamie grinned and nodded enthusiastically before Cliff plunged his cock down her throat.
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