Even after two days, Jasmine cheeks were still bruised. I'm not going to lie, it was a huge turn on.
"Come here, Baby" I said as she walked into our bedroom that night. "Let me see your cheeks. Bend over."
She obediently turned around and bent over holding her ankles for balance. I gently stroked my handiwork. Pressing in until she winced and then I went back to stroking.
"How does it feel?" I asked.
"A bit sore, Sir." she answered honestly. "But, oddly, I think I like it. I like feeling it every time I sit. It hurts a bit but it pulls me back into subspace and I like that feeling."
"I'm really glad you feel that way, Babe," I said with a gentle smile, pulling her into my arms. "I enjoy marking you as mine." I said with a grin.
"Being upfront with you, you've been the model slavegirl these last two days and deserve to be rewarded, not punished. But, I cant help it, I'm feeling like I need an outlet for the sadist in me tonight. Would you do it for me? "I asked.
I was hopeful she'd say yes, but I would never force an undeserved punishment on her just for my enjoyment. She'd have to volunteer for it.
"Remember, this is 100% optional. I won't be upset if you say no."
"If that's what you want, of course I'll do it." she said without hesitating at all. "I want whatever you want. My body is yours to do with as you please. You taking full advantage of that makes me so happy." She said. "If me taking a little pain makes you happy, then I want to do it."
"Are you 100% certain you want to do this?", I asked. "I'm not going to go light on you just because you're volonterring for it. It will hurt. If anything, it may hurt more than a standard punishment since I'm doing this for my pleasure and won't be limited by the severity of your infraction. "
"Yes, I'm 100% sure"
She did sound sure. Scared, but certain.
"Okay, let's begin then. Come to the playroom." I said switching to my stern in-scene voice.
She crawled off the bed elegantly arching her back and crawled beside me as I walked, an imaginary leash keeping her a half step behind me.
As she crawled into the room she sat back in a kneeling position waiting for instruction.
"Present your wrists" I commanded. She immediately raised her wrists above her head, as she'd been trained to do.
"Good girl."
We'd only been in this dynamic for two months, but Jasmine was a super fast learner and responded immediately to any of the twelve positions she'd been trained to take on command.
I fastened the cuffs to her wrists and gently pulled her up to a standing position. I then raised her arms clipping the cuffs to the winch I had fastened to the ceiling. As I tightened the winch forcing her on her tiptoes, I admired how through all of this she managed to appear so graceful and dignified. She didn't see her position as degrading. To the contrary, she viewed her body and femininity as a piece of art that I treasured.
As Jasmine hung by her arms from the ceiling, her toes just hitting the ground, I bent down with the spreader bar.
"Spread your legs." I commanded.
She struggled to do so. Her toes barely able to touch the ground. So I loosened the winch a tad giving her some slack.
"Thank you, Sir." she said appreciatively.
With her legs now spread and her whole body stretched from the ceiling, I had access to every inch of her body. I took my favorite flogger off the wall. It was short, only 18 inches. The weathered oxblood cowhide felt just right in my hand.
Ihad had had it made at a leather shop in Florence three years ago when I had first started dabbling in BDSM. I remember the owner grinning ear to ear when he saw how sheepish I was at the request. He had come highly reccomeded by some new friends I'd met at a munch, but even so, this was all so new at the time.
"Si, Si! Nessun Problema." he reassured me.
A week later, I came back to find this beauty waiting for me. As I twirled it in my hand, I felt the weight in the handle. He had weighted it for better control. They weren't exaggerating when they said he was the best. I hadn't asked him to but he'd even added my initials to the base of the handle. It was a nice personal touch.
To be continued...