“Thirty dollars for three items? All must pass for vanilla when in public?” I questioned.

“That’s the challenge, yes. Go hop on Amazon. You’ve got fifteen minutes,” Peter clarified. “Oh, and for every dollar you’re off, I’ll apply one line with the cane. For every cent, I’ll apply a hand spanking. Did I also mention, that once you put something in the cart, it can’t be removed?”

I groaned. Of course, there was a catch!

I got to work quickly. My first purchase was a pretty, thin belt. I’d been needing a new one anyway, so that was simple.

After that, I thought about what we often used in private but never in public. A collar! I absolutely refused to wear my solid, metal, lock-in-place collar in public. It was beautiful, but could not be mistaken for anything other than what it was. After a few minutes of browsing, I found a pretty choker-style necklace that would do nicely. It even had a small circle in the center that was decorative, but a leash or thin rope could be easily looped through it if Peter so desired.

It didn’t seem fair for me to have all the fun, so I added a pretty pink tie and matching pocket square for Peter. The tie could be used as a blindfold or a binding for my wrists or ankles and the pocket square for a gag. Perfect!

I added my choices to the cart and handed the computer to Peter feeling pretty proud of myself.

He hit purchase and then said, “Three dollars and 97 cents off.”

“What? I was UNDER your thirty dollar limit!”

“True, but if you recall, I said thirty dollars. That meant exactly three zero decimal point zero, zero. I also said if you were off, not over. So, $27.97 is three for the $27 instead of thirty and 97 instead of zero zero,” he explained smuggly.

“YOU TRICKED ME!” I yelled, half laughing and half horrified that I hadn’t figured that out before adding items to the cart!

He grinned and stood up, pointing to the straight-backed chair he’d been using. I sighed, knowing I was beat (pun intended) and leaned over the back, grasping the front legs. Peter took up the long dowel rod he kept by the desk and flipped my skirt up to reveal my naked ass. He swung the rod once, then three times in quick succession, placing three lines across my cheeks. I didn’t even have time to holler between lines!

He ran his hand over the rising welts and said, “Lovely. Let me know if you need a break from the spanking, but know that you are not to break position until I’ve administered all 97. I expect you’ll get distracted, so I’ll keep count for you this time.”

“Yes, Peter,” I answered.

Peter does not have a light hand, so after 45, I needed a break. To his credit, he stopped as soon as I whimpered, “Break!” but then he ran a finger down my slit. I jumped and groaned. He proceeded to finger fuck me until I’d come, crying out his name and begging, “Okay, okay. Break over!” I hated when he made me come, and I couldn’t return the favor! I wanted his COCK, not just his finger!!!!

He began again. This time, I made it to 80 before I again cried “Break!”

I was fully expecting his finger inside me again, but this time, he tore open my button-up blouse, exposing my breasts. He then attached weighted clamps to my nipples. I whimpered from both the loss of a perfectly good blouse and the stretch of my nips. Peter rubbed my stinging ass and murmured, “Just 17 more. Ready?”

I sniffled and said yes.

Quickly, he laid on the remaining swats. My face was wet with tears and my pussy wet with honey. I NEEDED him!!

He spread my nether lips and tsk tsked. “Poor thing. All empty and lonely. Guess it’s time for my husbandly duty.”

“Yes! Please, Peter. Please!”

He laughed, and he plunged deep inside of my needy puss. My muscles contracted around his girth, and I came with an earth-shattering scream. My tits were bouncing all over the place, causing the clamps to pull tighter and tighter. His base slapped against my very tender ass. I broke into a thousand pieces as my orgasm reached new heights. I felt his hot cum splash against my cervix as he quickly found his own pleasure and graced me with the only gift I wanted. While still leaning over me, he released both of my nipples. I screamed again as the blood rushed back into my tortured nips, and once more I was lost to his pleasure.

Later, as I gingerly sat next to him on the couch, he asked, “When do your three items arrive?”

“Tuesday.”

“Well, on Tuesday we’ll see how we can use those items for kinky fun before putting them on and going to dinner. That way, every time you see the tie, feel the choker around your neck, or brush your hand against the leather belt, you’ll remember their actual purpose.”

Tuesday couldn’t come soon enough.