Erotic Fiction: Spank Me
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Alicia waited on the bedroom floor, eyes downcast and staring intently at her hands. They were placed delicately on her knees, her legs bent into a kneeling position, butt resting on the back of her calves. She could hear the muted ticking of the clock in the hallway, the sound barely drifting to her ears from the open door separating her from the rest of the world. It was nearly in time with her heartbeat, gradually picking up in pace the longer that she waited. With each passing second, Alicia felt herself drawn more deeply into her thoughts.
The room was cool, despite the stillness of the air. It was almost as if she could feel a breeze tickling her skin, bare except for the small pieces covered by the red lace of her G-string and strappy cut-out bra. Her nipples were hardening and would be visible from their exposed space between the elastics crisscrossing her chest, had she been able to turn her eyesight to them.
Eventually, she heard her Master’s footsteps approach; he entered the room and shut the door behind him, the latch clicking into place as he moved closer to her. Her eyes remained trained on her hands, head dipping even lower in silent resignation. He said nothing to her, walking around the room and taking things from one place, moving something from another — this was only recognizable by the noises he made.
When her Master appeared in front of her, his bare feet visible just in front of her knees, he gave a single two-word command: “Stand up.”
Alicia gracefully moved upward, her eyes never moving from the ground below. As she stood, her gaze was directed to her feet. She was as still as possible, waiting for instruction on what she should be doing — what she was expected to be doing — next. Her Master walked around her, undoubtedly eying her up and down. After circling twice, he finally instructed, “Look at me,” and Alicia lifted her gaze to meet his.
His eyes were icy blue, seemingly staring right into her soul and teasing every emotion to the surface.
“Are you ready?” he asked, genuinely. She nodded, responding with a demure but willing, “Yes, I am.”
Her Master guided her to the king-sized bed opposite of them, where she bent forward by the foot of it. He carefully removed the G-string, sliding it down to her ankles and lifting each foot carefully to slide it off. He was right behind her, leaning in toward Alicia as he slid three fingers into her pussy. Her hips responded by pushing out, slightly sinking into his touch. He stroked her, fingers curling back towards himself before slipping them out and smacking her ass with enough force that it echoed in the room, leaving a stinging sensation creeping out from the point of impact.
In an instant, Alicia’s Master had her turned her onto her back, handcuffing each wrist to a bedpost above her and latching her legs between either end of a spreader bar. She remained completely silent throughout, despite the lingering sensation of her spanking, the pull of her wrists above her head, and the cold sensation of the metal around her ankles. By now, her heartbeat was racing, excitedly anticipating what he would do to her next. Waiting and expecting to see how still she could remain, how quiet she could possibly be despite whatever her Master had coming for her.
She was being circled once again, this time to ensure that she was securely spread eagle, that there was no way for her to escape and wriggle out of the confines of her restraints. Her Master reached for both a tickler and a whip, holding one in each hand as he demanded her to close her eyes.
Alicia’s eyes flitted shut, eyes quivering slightly as she waited for the first sensation — whatever it may be — to strike. The whip came down on the soft skin of her stomach, the pain shooting through her body without the ability to recoil. When it came down the second time on the other side of her stomach, a small squeak escaped from her lips. There was a brief pause before she felt the feathers of the tickler caressing the tender spots of her flesh that had just been whipped.
Instinctively, Alicia’s eyes opened wide, meeting her Master’s domineering gaze. “What did I say?” His voice was upset. She squeezed her eyelids shut again, not wanting to speak out of line and anger him even further.
With her vision shut off from the world around her, she could hear him move away for a moment. He returned by her side, fastening a blindfold around her head.
“Now you have no choice but to listen to me,” he told her. “Now you have to be a good girl.”
