The Writer's Loft

Her studio was small and the Christmas tree took up most of living room corner by the television set. She had called all her family and wished them a Merry Christmas before settling down with a mug of hot cocoa to watch “A Christmas Carol” before drifting off to sleep, hoping that Santa would soon arrive.

For twenty-some years she lived in the world of adults, no longer believing in the magic of Christmas. But as she turned off the television, she looked at the tree one final time and said, “Santa, if you’re out there. I believe.”

She closed her eyes and sleep quickly overtook her. The hours passed she slept soundly in her bed. As the first hint of morning light began to fill the small apartment she opened her eyes and was startled by the sight before.

“Santa?” She asked as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes.

The lively old elf stood and turned to face her. She sat upright and instinctively pulled the sheets and blanket up to her neck covering herself. What was this strange man doing in her apartment and how did he let himself in?

“Young lady,” he began. “For many years you’ve denied my existence. But your wish last night made it clear that in your heart, a small part of you still believes in the magic of Christmas.”

“Tell me now,” he continued. “How many years has it been since you stopped believing?”

Her mind began to race as she thought back to her childhood and when she learned at school that Santa was only make believe. She began to recall the details and remembered that fateful day. She was in the second grade and Susan Gentry pushed her off the merry-go-round and everyone laughed at her when Susan taunted her saying she was a baby because she believed in Santa Clause.

“Twenty-four years, Sir.” She said as she lowered her eyes.

“I remember the day too,” he said. “You were a naughty little girl that day and I think it’s time you received your penance for hurting Santa’s feelings. Don’t you you agree?”

Her eyes fluttered with fear as she looked the man in the face who stood beside her bed, offering his outstretched white gloved hand.

Pensively, she took his hand and crawled out of bed and stood before him, her eyes cast to the floor. She marveled at the fact that she could see her reflection in the shine of his black leather boots and found herself lost in the rhythmic pentameter of his words.

“I think you deserve one spanking for each year you didn’t believe. Does that seem fair to you?”

She nodded her head before even realizing what she had done as words escaped her tongue. He sat on the bed and patted his knee. She instinctively stood beside him. He took her small frame in his arms and laid her across his lap. Then he pulled her nightshirt up over her hips and her panties down to her knees.

She flushed with embarrassment as he caressed her legs and buttocks with his soft gloved hand.

“Are you ready to begin?” He asked.

“Yes, Sir,” she replied.

“I want to hear you count each one out loud.”

His hand fell heavy on her left buttock and she yelped and counted, “One.”
The second fell heavy on her right cheek and she counted, “Two!” By seven, her eyes welled with tears. By seventeen her nose began to dribble. By twenty-two her cheeks were stained with tears and by twenty-four, her bum glowed bright pink.

As the elf finished administering his punishment he caressed her rosy buttocks before pulling her panties back up. Then he helped her to her feet and stood in front of her.

“I hope you’ve learned your lesson, young lady. Santa cares for you very much.”

She three her arms around the elf and hugged him very tight.

“I’m sorry I ever doubted you, Santa. I never will again. Can I fix you a mug of hot cocoa before you go?”

“That would be lovely, my dear,” he said as she pulled away and made her way to the kitchen. “I hope next year when I return, you will have been a very good girl.”

“Oh, yes, Sir. I most certainly will,” she said with her back to him as she poured the steaming milk into a mug. When she turned back around she gasped when she saw that she was alone in the room and he had vanished. She walked over to her bed and set the mug of steaming cocoa on the nightstand. She sat on the edge of the bed and reached over to the pillow. There on her pillow was sprig of holly tied to a candy cane and a note that said,

“I hope you’ll be very good girl in the coming year. I’ll be making my list and checking it twice. Good girls get many presents on Christmas morning.

Merry Christmas!

Love, Santa.”

The hot wax singed her nipple and pooled before stretching her skin taut as it cooled. She gasped and writhed as both pain and pleasure washed over her body. The nighttime sleep mask covered her eyes and her wrists were cuffed to the headboard. Her legs were bent and spread with her feet flat on the mattress.

She gasped and bit her lip when the next pour of molten wax kissed her other breast. He drew his hand up her torso from her navel, between her breasts until the back of his fingers brushed her jaw line.

“Shall I continue?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir,” she replied.

He placed the candle on the nightstand to allow it to burn down a bit. He picked up an ostrich feather and brushed it gently along the inside of her thigh. She involuntarily clamped her legs together and realizing her mistake, she pulled them back apart.

“Do that again and I will cuff your legs to the footboard,” he cautioned.

He cupped her calf and drew his hand up her leg, over her thigh, and to her sex. He pressed the heel of his hand against her clitoris and she arched her back, begging for more.

“Do you like that, my pet?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir. It feels exquisite,” she replied.

He leaned down and brushed his lips against her skin just below her navel. She whimpered as his warm breath caressed her exposed flesh.

“Please… Sir,” she followed up with his title once she regained her composure. He smiled when she called him “Sir”.

He lightly spanked her sex with his hand and she gasped before she clamped her legs shut. Again, she realized her mistake and immediately pulled them apart, but she knew what was coming next.

He stood from the bed and grabbed her left foot, pulling it straight. He wrapped the leather cuff around her ankle and then secured it to the footboard. He then did the same to the right before taking his place back on the bed beside her.

“I’m sorry,” she managed meekly.

“It’s okay,” he replied. “Now it won’t happen again.”

He picked up the candle and held it over her sex. He dribbled a steady stream of melted wax over her thigh up to her sex. She arched her back and cried out when the hot wax landed on her sensitive flesh. The sensation was overwhelming and she realized she was panting, on the verge of orgasm.

“Take me, Master… Please?” She begged. “Fuck me like your dirty little whore!”

He positioned himself over her and rested his weight on her body. She arched her back, offering her breasts to his lips, longing to feel his lips on her again. He pressed his throbbing erection against her clitoris and slid it back and forth, crumbling the now cooled wax. He lowered his head and suckled gently on her nipple as he slowly entered her.

He took his time, slowly making love to her. Yesterday had been quite intense and the bruises were still visible on her thighs. Today, he would be gentle, allowing her time to recover.

Her arousal was further along than his and within minutes she asked him for permission to cum. He leaned down and kissed her, keeping her on edge until he could hold back no longer. He broke the kiss and arched his back as he thrust one final time deep inside her.

“Cum for me!” he said as his own orgasm coursed through his body.

She shook as she felt him flood her womb and milked his shaft as he spilled the last of his seed inside her. He removed her mask and brushed the matted hair from his face before leaning down and kissing her once again.

“Thank you, Sir,” She smiled up at him.

“You’re welcome, my pet,” he replied. “Now, let me untie you and hold you while we sleep.”

The fire roared in the fireplace of his study and she stood just a feet away with her legs spread and her arms outstretched; her hands on the mantle. She was naked except for her stockings and five-inch red-soled Italian leather heels. His Damascus steel blade made short work of her panties and brassiere, which now lay smoldering in the fire. The fire was hot and the heat felt as if it were stretching her skin taught. Her nipples felt as if they were roasting and her navel began to burn.

The rules of the game were simple. She was to stand on the marks on the floor and brace herself against the mantle. He stood an arm’s length behind her and teased her mercilessly with his doeskin leather flogger. She was to count each lash until the heat from the fire was too much, at which time she would use her safe word, “Switch” and he would pause, allowing her to turn around and reposition her feet. For the last few minutes he had worked the flogger across her thighs and buttocks. She couldn’t see the bright pink hue of her beaten flesh, but he could; and he marveled at his handiwork while she turned and prepared herself for the flogger’s kiss on her front.

“Close your eyes,” he barked as he drew the leather strands through his open hand. She complied and braced herself for the next assault on her front.

“Seventeen.” she counted after the flogger stung her left thigh.

“Eighteen.” It just landed on the right.

“Nineteen.” She held her breath and bit her lip while silently cursing at the pain in her left breast. She debated using her safe word, but she thought he might not honor it just three strikes in.

“Twenty.” She cried out in pain and began to sway but he reached out and caught her arm, steadying her on her feet.

“Catch your breath,” he cautioned. “We’ll continue when you’re ready.”

She took a deep breath and nodded.

“Ready,” she said hesitantly as she heard the leather strands slicing through the air. “Twenty-one.” Her clitoris felt as if it was on fire. Every nerve in her body felt as if it had just been shocked with an electric current. “Twenty-two,” she gasped as her knees began to buckle. “Switch,” she cried out as the heat on her sensitive backside matched that of the pain on her front. She turned around and positioned her feet, placing her hands on the mantle and biting her lip as the heat from the fire seared her tender flesh.

She dripped with arousal and she flushed with embarrassment as she waited for the next blow to fall. She waited…

He ran his hand up her spine and around the base of her neck. He clinched his fist and pulled her head back and growled in her ear, “Have you had enough, my pet?”

“No, Sir,” she panted as she tried to catch her breath.

She gasped as she felt his hand cup her breast and pinch her swollen nipple. “Are you sure?” He asked again.

“No, Sir,” she repeated as he released her nipple and slid his hand down her torso and between her legs.

He spent the next few minutes pleasuring her sex with his fingers. She was lost in the moment and never heard him unzip his pants after releasing his grip on her hair. Her head rested back on his shoulder and she felt his warm breath in her ear as he cooed softly, filling her mind with words of lust and desire. He held her by the waist as he worked his cock inside her.

“Hands on the mantle,” he ordered as he began to thrust deep inside her. Despite the heat of the fire and the sheen of sweat that glistened on her skin, she felt the gooseflesh form on her back as he ran his hand up and down her spine.

She pushed back against him, matching his thrusts, as he lost himself in his lust. Carnal sounds of animalistic desire filled the room until he cried out and filled her womb with his seed. Her legs completely gave out and if he didn’t still have one arm around her waist, she would have fallen to the floor. But instead, he pulled her to him, lifted her into his arms and carried her to their bed.

Her legs trembled as he beckoned her forth. He placed his hands on both sides of her face and brought his lips to hers. Her heart raced as her enflamed desire burned deep within her soul. This was their first meeting in person; yet, she stood before him wanting nothing more than to submit to his every desire. Countless hours spent on the phone and in text communication had made her realize what was lacking in her life. She worked hard from eight to six and wanted nothing more than to let go and just be someone’s pet the rest of her waking hours.

He broke their kiss and removed his hands from her face. She felt as if ice had just been placed on her lips and cheeks where his lips and hands had been just moments before.

“How are your nerves?” he asked.

“Better, Sir.” She blushed.

“Good. Now remove your blouse and skirt. I want to see you nearly naked.

Her breath caught in her throat at the admission of his desire. This is what she wanted, and yet she stood frozen, unable to move.

“Did you misunderstand my request?” he asked.

“No, Sir,” she admitted. “I… I…” she struggled to complete her thought.

“Then remove your blouse and skirt,” he repeated.

With trembling hands her fingers released the buttons down the front of her blouse. She removed her blouse and he took it from her before doing the same with her skirt and he hung them on the coat rack in his study. She stood before him in a simple pink cotton and lace bra and matching panties. “Pink looks good on you,” he said with a smirk. “I think it’s going to look even better on your ass after your spanking. Now come and lay across my lap.”

He sat down on his finely upholstered “spanking chair” as he liked to call it. It was an antique he had found in Brimfield and he particularly liked that it had no armrests, thereby allowing a lady to lie across one’s lap for a proper spanking. She stood before him and placed her hand on his shoulder as she bent forward. He took her in his arms and helped her down so that her torso was centered squarely over his lap.

He slowly drew his hand up and down the length of her spine and across her shoulders and smiled as he saw gooseflesh form on her skin.

“Relax,” he said when he noticed she was holding her breath. “Take a deep breath and slowly let it out.” She did as he instructed.

From her back, his hand trailed down over the curve of her hips and ass; then down the back of her thighs, before coming up and back down the other. Her face burned with shame and desire as this man whom she had just met in person was doing things to her body no man had ever done before.

She bit her lip when she felt his hand slide between her thighs. Her instinct was to squeeze her legs together but a sharp stinging pain on her rear made her reconsider. His hand slipped between her thighs with ease and this time, she sighed as she felt his fingers press the cotton of her panties against her glistening lips.

“Do you like that?” he asked, knowing the answer already.

“Yes, Sir. I do. Very much so.”

“Good,” he replied as he removed his hand and pulled her panties over her hips and down to her knees. “Now, what about this?”

She moaned with pleasure and caught herself before she instinctively tried to close her legs shut. His fingers were now sliding back and forth between her lips and fluttering against her clit. “Yes, Sir. That feels amazing. Please… Don’t…”

She never got to finish her sentence when the first strike of his bare hand landed on her flesh. She cried out, more in surprise than in pain, when the sound of flesh striking flesh, reverberated through the room.

“Count.” He said and she replied, “One… Sir.”

The next swat landed on her other buttock and she counted as she had before, imagining a glowing handprint on each of her tender cheeks. Then she felt his hand caress the spot he spanked before he hit her there again.

When she reached six, she felt his fingers against her lips and slip inside her. She was more aroused than she had been in a very long time and she flushed with further embarrassment when she realized she instinctively parted her legs to give him easier access to her body. He pleasured her until he felt her body react with the typical signs of impending orgasm. He pulled his fingers from her sex and she whimpered when she felt him resume the spanking. Her eyes welled with tears when she said the word “nine” and by 12, his hand was again caressing her enflamed buttocks.

“Are you ready to cum, my pet?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir!” she breathlessly gasped.

She cried out when she felt his fingers inside her, stretching her and pressing against the underside of her clit.

“Cum for me,” he said in a low growl.

Her body trembled as her orgasm coursed through her body. She shook with pleasure as he continued to stimulate her most sensitive of areas. When she recovered he wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her so that she sat on his lap. He offered her his glistening fingers and pressed them against her lips. With their eyes locked together, she hungrily licked and sucked his fingers clean. When she finished he told her stand and she removed her panties that dangled around her calves. He then lead her to the full-length mirror next to the coat rack and stepped back holding a smaller mirror So that she could see the result of his handiwork. She giggled when she saw the bright pink glow and wrapped her arms around him and held him close.

“I think you were right, Sir. Pink does look good on my flesh.”

“I need some quiet time with Master tonight,” her text read. He knew she had had a rough day by those eight simple words. Working from home allowed him to prepare for her return this evening. Being the dominant means putting your own desires aside and focusing on your submissive’s needs.

With dinner prepared and warming in the oven, he set the table, then drew her a bath. He placed her robe, towel, and her favorite effervescent bomb on the tray beside the roman style tub. He brought the Sonos speaker into the bathroom and queued up a pleasant classical playlist, putting it on repeat. As the piano music softly played, he lit her favorite scented candle and the tiny room soon smelled of lavender and jasmine.

He then made ready her dressing table, laying out her hairbrush, lotions, and perfume. On the bed, he laid out her favorite loungewear outfit. Though cliché, the words “Juicy” on the back of her boy shorts always made them laugh and remember the private joke they shared as lovers. The sweetheart tee with her sorority letters, though much faded and worn, matched her shorts perfectly and he couldn’t keep his eyes, or his hands, off of her whenever she put them on.

He checked his watch and removed her evening collar from the safe in his study and placed it on the sofa table in the living room. He then scribbled a note and left it next to her collar, before retiring to his study to light a fire in the fireplace and await her arrival.

With a fire snapping in the fireplace, he turned on his laptop and spent the next few moments catching up on the day’s latest news. Then he heard her car in the garage and the door open into the den. He finished the article he was reading before he closed his computer and made his way into the den. There he found her kneeling beside the sofa table as his note had instructed.

He removed his keys from his pocket and unlocked the lock that hung from the hasp on her day collar, and then removing it, he replaced it with her evening collar before securing the hasp with the lock. He took her hand and helped her to her feet before taking her in her arms and holding her tight. She felt the troubles of her day begin to slip away as she acquiesced to his embrace. The moments passed before he asked, “Are you hungry?”

“A little,” she replied. “But not starving.”

“I drew you a bath, if you’d rather soak for a bit first.”

“That would be lovely,” she said with a smile and began to feel better about her day.

He unbuttoned her blouse and unzipped her skirt before helping her with her brassiere and her hose. She dropped to her knees as he started to lead her to the bathroom and she slowly crawled behind him. He had not asked her to, but he could tell she was in a submissive frame of mind. Once she reached the bathroom she stood and removed her panties. She then put her favorite bomb into the bath and watched it fizz. He helped her in once the water was ready and he used her loofah to bathe her shoulders and arms. She rested her head against the foam pillow at the end of the bath and closed her eyes, letting the music carry her away.

“Shall I leave you alone to relax?” he asked.

“No sir. Please stay,” she replied. “And thank you for this. What are you cooking? It smells delicious and I’m getting more hungry now,” she replied.

“Chicken and pasta; your favorite. It’s ready, just warming in the oven. I just need to finish throwing together the salad.”

“I can’t wait to eat,” she smiled.

They spent the better part of the next half hour talking about her day. When she felt her fingers starting to prune she told him she was ready to get out. He excused himself to the kitchen to finish preparations while she rinsed and dried herself off. Then she slipped on her robe and fixed her hair at her dressing table before getting dressed making her way to the kitchen. He was standing at the counter preparing the salad with his back to her when she walked up to him and put her hands around his waist, resting her head against the back of his shoulder.

“Hello, Beautiful,” he said with a smile. “I poured you a glass of wine on the table. Make yourself comfortable I’m almost finished here.”

She sat in her usual seat, next to his at the head of the table and took a sip of her wine. She felt the cool golden liquid trail down her throat along with the last remaining stress of the day away. He sat the bowls with salad on the table, one in front of her and one in front of his place setting. Then he did the same with their plates. He took his seat beside her and reached for his glass. As he held it up to hers he said with a smile, “To my beautiful pet. May the stress of the day escape your soul as you take solace in the peace of our home.”

They touched their glasses together and took another sip before they began to enjoy their dinner. They ate quietly, while he told her about his day. When they had finished eating and were clearing the table, he was surprised, but pleased, when he heard her ask, “Do you think that after we could finish the dishes we could retire to your study for some light reading and maybe a little flogging in your study?”

He laughed to himself when he heard the innocence in voice at her more than simple request. “Of course, my pet. I think that could be arranged. But no more wine for you, if that’s the case.”

“Thank you, Sir,” she said with an impish grin. “You truly are the Master a girl could ever ask for.”

The full moon hung low in the sky and burned a fiery orange glow in the cloudless night. In the distance she heard the howl of the lone wolf and trembled in fear as the cool night air bathed her naked flesh and kissed her hardened nipples. How long she had been lashed to the tree, she did not know. It was sometime before noon as the sun had not yet reached its peak in the sky when her captor removed the canvas veil from her head.

Her wrists and shoulders ached from lack of movement. Whoever he was, or whatever it was, he lashed her wrists together behind her,  around the trunk of the tree, after having stripped her barren of her clothing. The bark of the tree dug into her back and she felt the abrasions in her flesh from her struggles. Alas, it was no use; she could not break free.

The temperature began to fall and she began to shiver. How long could she last in this environment? As much as the shame of being found naked and tied to a tree plagued her mind, it was nothing compared to the thought of leaving this earth before dawn.

Who was the man who did this to her? Why did she allow herself to trust him so soon? These were just a few of the questions racing through her mind.

She shifted her weight from one leg to another. Memories of last evening swept those burning questions into the corner of her mind. She tried to focus but visions of herself, on her knees; worshiping his cock, flooded her mind. She felt her arousal between legs and silently cursed herself for her condition. What sane person would become aroused in a situation like this?

“Open your mouth, slut,” he barked as he slapped her face. She complied, only to find her mouth now filled by his throbbing cock. He used her forcefully as tears streamed from her eyes and drew thin black lines down her cheeks. Gagging sounds filled the room as his hands, entangled in her chestnut locks, guided her head back and forth as he took his pleasure from her mouth.

He didn’t last long and for that she was grateful. When he had filled her belly with his seed he pushed her to the floor and adjusted his jeans before leaving her alone to spend the night on the cold dark floor.

She thought to herself, “Oh, what I wouldn’t give to be there again, right now. Anything is better than this.”

Just then, she heard the wolf howl again. He was much closer now; too close. She wasn’t the religious type, but tonight she prayed silently to a God in which she did not believe and begged for her life, for mercy, for anything that would save her mortal soul.

Behind her, she heard the snapping of a twig followed by the rustling of a tree branch. Her breath caught in her throat as her heart raced and she screamed in horror when she felt his touch on her arm. She fainted in the moment, and he cut the ropes from her wrists and gathered her in his arms.

When she woke, the familiarity of his study calmed her fears. She was laying on the bearskin rug in front of a roaring fire while he lay beside her with his arms wrapped tightly around her; protecting her from the demons of her mind. She turned to face him and winced in pain.

“Hello, pet. You’re safe now. Though you never were in any danger. I was never more than ten feet from you the entire time.”

“Thank you, Sir,” she replied and she reached for him and brushed her hand against his cheek.

“I washed your wounds when I brought you inside, they’ll probably hurt for a few days. Now turn over and let me rub some salve into your arms and shoulders. They have to be stiff by now.”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered as she rolled on her stomach. As his hands worked the ointment into her flesh she felt the familiar sensation of her arousal between her thighs. She knew he would soon discover her condition and she prayed he’d devour her like the hungry wolf she heard howl in the dark.

Time stood still as she stood naked in front of the hearth. She could feel the cold air blowing down the chimney and caressing her naked flesh. Her nipples stood erect as she braced herself by placing her hands on the mantle and spreading her legs as wide as she could. He had dressed her in her in her evening collar, stockings, and 5-inch heels. He had placed a dollop of Vicks VapoRub on her clit and she struggled to keep her composure as her sex was now dripping and numb.

She bit her bottom lip and held her breath as a cold gust of air blew past her body.

“Would you like me to light a fire, Pet?” he asked.

“Please, Sir,” she replied, trying to maintain her composure.

He could see her arousal clinging to her thigh as he gathered the wood from the stand and prepared the fire. He was eye level with her sex and leaned over and kissed her navel after striking the match and making sure the fire took.

“Mmmmmmm,” she sighed. “Please, Master.”

“Please, what, my pet?”

“Please make me cum,” she pleaded.

He placed his hands on the hem of her stockings and turned her to face him. He kissed her sex and drew his tongue across her clit. She shivered, despite the warmth of the newly lit fire, and gooseflesh formed on her arms and back. She again closed her eyes and acquiesced to his touch as he slowly pleasured her with his lips and tongue.

He turned her around and slowly caressed her buttocks and hips. He kissed her tender flesh and sunk his teeth into the cheek of her ass. She cried out at the dueling sensation of pleasure and pain. His fingers teased her sex and his teeth left a mark that was sure to bruise.

He kissed the small of her back and then rose. He turned her again to face the mantel and told her to assume the position. He drew his hands across her shoulders and down her arms. Then he interlocked his fingers inside of hers and placed them on the stone at eye level.

He then freed his cock and held it to her sex. With a slow and gentle touch, he took her in front of the fire as the screen kept the snapping sparks at bay. Moments passed as he ran his fingers through her hair and clenched his fist, pulling her head back and kissing her hungrily. With his other hand he caressed her breast and slowly squeezed her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. She moaned softly into his mouth and felt him throb inside her. She knew he was close when he quickened his thrusts.

She closed her eyes when she felt the warmth of his seed fill her womb and felt his hungry growl in her mouth. Her fingers turned white as she clenched the mantle. The familiar sensation of the electricity connecting her nipples and her clit preceded her own orgasm and she sank into his arms as her legs began to tremble. She cried out, savoring his kiss. Her body shook and she braced herself as she became his once again.

She entered his study and knelt by his desk while he typed at his keyboard working on his latest piece. It had been an especially difficult day for her and she needed to rest in his presence. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the sound of her keyboard as she tried to quiet her mind.

When he finished the section he was working on, he set his glasses on the desk and pushed his chair back. He patted his leg and beckoned her to crawl up in his lap.

“What is the matter, my pet?” he asked. “You look like you have something on your mind.”

“Nothing, Sir,” she replied. “I just had a particularly stressful day and would be most grateful if you could grant me the gift of a proper spanking soon. I cannot quiet my mind tonight.”

“Is that so?” he asked. “Then why don’t you stand and remove your clothes. I could use a break.”

She nodded, smiled, stood and unbuttoned her blouse before removing and folding it neatly. She then set it on the edge of his desk and did the same with her skirt. She then reached behind her back and with the flick of her fingers she freed her restrained breasts. Her panties and brassiere soon found themselves folded neatly on top of her clothes. She stood before him completely exposed. She was self-conscious of her body and he knew this, but he admired her curves and beauty for a moment before patting his leg.

She lay across his lap and closed her eyes when she felt his arm drape over the small of her back, holding her in place. His other hand caressed the curve of her hips and the cheek of her ass before slipping between her thighs. She spread her legs when she felt his fingers exploring her sex. His thumb teased the taboo bud she had yet to surrender to his pleasure. His fingers spread her lips and she flushed when she felt her arousal cling to her flesh as the cool air kissed her recently exposed sex. She winced when he pressed one, then two fingers inside her sex and worked them back and forth.

Suddenly, she felt stripped of her dignity when he removed his fingers and the first blow landed on her buttocks. By the time the fifth had found its mark, any feelings of shame she felt had completely dissipated. He spent the next half hour alternating between administering pain and pleasure to her backside. He led her to the edge of orgasm multiple times but never pushed her over the edge. When he felt she was ready for release, he landed 10 blows in rapid succession and tears formed in her eyes before dripping to the floor. He caressed her warm flesh and slid two fingers back inside her before he took her to the edge once again. He knew she was close and gave her permission to seek release.

“Cum for me, my pet,” he gently urged.

Before he finished speaking her legs began to tremble and she cried out as she bathed his fingers with her orgasm. He continued stimulating her until her heart rate slowed and her breathing returned to normal.

He pulled her up and set her on his lap. He wiped her tears and offered her his glistening fingers. She giggled as she hungrily licked them clean. When she finished, she looked him in the eyes and smiled. He kissed her longingly, tasting her arousal on her lips. She put her arms around him and hugged him tight. She buried her face in his neck and took comfort in his masculine scent. He ran his fingers through her hair and kissed the top of her head. She looked up at him with heartfelt eyes and quietly spoke, “Thank you, Sir. I really needed that tonight.”

She knelt beside the fire in his study on the bearskin rug. She wore only her leather evening collar and the warmth from the fire bathed her naked body. With her hands resting on her thighs, she closed her eyes and concentrated on the snapping of the fire and clacking of the typewriter keys as he worked quietly at his desk. To her, there was no place she would rather be. She found her mind was most quiet and she felt safest when she was in his presence.

He’d been working for hours but she could still feel his lingering touch when he placed the leather collar around her neck and kissed her shoulder after closing the lock in the hasp. She wanted for nothing and felt honored and privileged to quietly meditate in his presence. Even though he wasn’t touching her, she was basking in his masculinity and remembering the events of last night.

He had finished working for the evening and had beckoned her to kneel before him. She took great pleasure in worshiping his sex until he lifted her to her feet and kissed her hungrily. He placed the leather cuffs on her wrists and snapped them together behind her back. He then lowered the chain from the ceiling and attached her wrists to the hook.

She was bent at nearly a 90-degree angle as he applied cuffs and a spreader bar to her ankles. Now, fully exposed, he stood behind her and caressed the curve of her hips and her ass. She yelped when she felt the sting of the flogger kiss her clit and he draped the strands of leather across the small of her back and affixed the ball gag in her mouth to keep her silent.

He spent the better part of the next half-hour with the leather painting her flesh a warm shade of blush. Her ass, thighs, belly and breasts felt warm and sensitive in the cool air of the study. Her arousal clung to her thighs and spittle dripped from her lips and chin. She thought she must look like a hot mess, but to him, she was her usual, beautiful self.

Satisfied with his work he hung the flogger on the wall and stoked the fire in the fireplace, the very fireplace she knelt before now. She felt his hand glide smoothly up her spine and she closed her eyes as gooseflesh formed on her neck and shoulders. She heard him remove his clothes and took his place behind her. He placed the head of his cock against her sex and using her hip as leverage, he pulled her back, slowly sliding inside her.

He started slow, but when he had finished, he had completely ravished her. All told, she had had at least three orgasms, if not more. He ran his hand up and down her back while his throbbing cock drained the last of his seed inside her. She felt his hand around the back of her neck and he clinched a fistful of her hair before slowly pulling her head back and turning it to the side. He leaned forward and removed the gag from her mouth before wiping her lips with his hand. He kissed her hungrily and whispered in her ear, “You are mine, forever.”

She blushed at his words and knew there was no greater gift he could have given her in that moment. She was more than a little sad to feel him slide out of her before he released her bonds and laid her on the bearskin rug in front of the fire. He retrieved a basin of warm water on the hearth and a couple of dry cloths. He spent the next few minutes washing and drying her body. He then lay beside her and took her in his arms. Within minutes, she was sleeping soundly in his arms and he was more content than ever.

She opened her eyes when she felt his hand on her shoulder and was immediately brought back to the present. “Where were you, my pet? I’ve called your name three times now,” he asked.

“I’m sorry, Sir,” she blushed. “I was lost in memories of last night.”

“I see,” he replied as a smile formed across his lips. “Then I assume you are ready for Act Two?”

He heard the knock on the door to his study. “Come,” he beckoned to her. She quietly entered his study and knelt beside his desk and watched him work. He woke before the sun and had been working on his latest novel for many weeks. He always said he did his best writing as the darkness gave way to light. She thought to herself as she rubbed the bruises on her thighs, “How apropos. He does indeed.”

She held a pillow out for him and waited for him to finish the section he was writing. When he set down his glasses and pushed back his chair, she made a mental note to tidy up his desk when she returned home this evening. On the pillow was a silver choker, her “day collar”, and she waited for him to replace her leather “evening collar” so that she could finish getting ready for work.

He stood walked behind her. She heard his keys jingle as he removed them from the desk drawer. She tensed as he lifted the tiny lock and using the key, removed it from the hasp. He then removed her collar and set it on his desk before reaching for the silver choker. In those few minutes she felt completely naked and exposed, though she wore her business attire for the day.

“Do you accept this gift of my collar to wear today while we are apart?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir. Today, and every day,” she replied.

She tensed when the cold metal laid flat against her neck and she closed her eyes when his fingers brushed against the base of neck and shoulders. Gooseflesh formed on her arms and she wanted nothing more than for him to take her right there over his desk.

“Please stand,” he asked and she complied. He took the pillow from her hands and set it beside the collar on his desk. “You look lovely today, my pet.”

“Thank you, Sir,” she replied.

“What time shall I expect you home tonight?” he asked.

“I will be home by seven.”

“Very well. Your evening collar awaits your return. As do I.”

She blushed at his last comment and nodded. She was about to turn to leave the room when he took her by the arms and pulled her close. He leaned down, his lips nearly touching hers, and he paused. She closed her eyes and held her breath, waiting for his kiss. She acquiesced into his arms when he slid his hands up her arms and held her face and kissed her softly. His lips lingered longer than usual and she silently prayed for the moment to never end.

He pulled away and she opened her eyes. Her eyes glanced at the clock. “Nine hours and twenty seven minutes until I will be kneeling before you again, Sir,” she said.

“Be safe and hurry home, my love. I miss you already.”