She enters the room, nervously, anxiously, she puts her carry bag down on the lone chair in the corner and retrieves from it, her homework assignment. With soft hands, she places the item on the bed, giving me quite the proud grin in the process, quite the proud grin indeed. Then, without words, the tone changes, as she begins to strip, removing each item of clothing as a task.
No tease,
No allure,
No show,
Just unadulterated focus,
On serving,
On submitting,
On the arrangement.

Her body, her flesh, now naked, she makes her way to the centre of the room. My curious eyes cannot but observe her with each step, from the depth of her hazel eyes to the delicate tips of her toes.
Her every curve,
Every dimple,
Every imperfection,
All the beauty,
I indulge myself in my awareness and intimate knowledge of each of her body’s responsive notes,
For love,
For lust,
For pleasure.

All the intimate secrets of her body, her flesh, are as familiar to me as the blue of the bright summer sky, having been married to this wonderful woman almost 20 years now. Yet, here she stands, still managing to surprise me, excite me, as she did our first kiss all those years ago.

Head down,
Eyes to the floor,
Hands at her front, together at the wrists,
Feet barely a foot apart,
Her knees are jittering,
Hands are shaking,
Shoulders are twitching,
I see and note the goosebumps,
From excitement,
From nervousness,
From cold,
She is ready,
Now my turn.

I make my way to that lone chair in the corner, its content the purpose for this rendezvous. Slowly, purposely, I take my time, almost dragging my heels. I don’t rush. While this may be her fantasy, it is me that has been trusted to the driver’s seat. I open the bag and methodically inspect the contents, calling out each one.

“Let’s see how well my little pet has followed instructions” I say as I begin taking inventory.
“Blindfold, check”
“Leather cuffs, check”
“Stainless beam ankle restraints, check”
“Rope, check”
“Collar check”
“And last, but certainly not least, the nipple clamps, check”
“Now, let’s inspect the results of your homework assignment, shall we?”

I return the items to the carry bag as I make my way to the bed, to the homework assignment, the object of focus, the object of such grinning pride earlier.

My pet has completed her task well.
Of wooden frame, its previous life it may have been a mirror.
Now though, it is a paddle, of my pet’s making, of her master’s design.
Two contrasting sides.
One of soft pillow wrapped in the gentle caress of velvet-like leather,
The other, a stark contrast,
Of nothing but firm flat wood,
Covered in hard, rough leather, almost sandpaper to the touch.
She has done exceptionally well indeed, has my little pet, no wonder that grin.
Time to proceed.

I make my way to the beauty of the naked frame that has diligently and patiently waited for her master’s attention. Without a word, I begin my task. Gentle, but firm, purposeful. I begin restraining my wonderful pet and prepare her for her treat.
First, we blindfold her followed by the collar.
Second, we bind her wrists to the front with leather handcuffs.
Third, we restrain her ankles to the stainless beam.
Fourth, the rope, we tie the chain of the cuffs to the beam, ensuring a tense, torse rope, but ensuring she remains upright, not bent over.
And finally, the nipple clamps.
One. <gasp>
by.
One. <gasp>
We put them on and then
One <moan>
by
One <whimper>
We tighten them one delectably torturous twist at a time until that tell-tale half-buckle of a knee, quiver of the lips, and mistaken whimper as excitement strains for release.

Biting her bottom lip, goosebumps now obvious, her hard nipples challenging the clamps to maintain their lustful grip. She is no longer simply naked in body, in flesh, but in all her being. My pet has entrusted me with a full, unfettered display of her raw sexuality, in its entirety, in body, in mind and in spirit. Absolutely gorgeous.

And now, time her reward for the A+ on her homework assignment.
We begin with a teasing caress of the soft velvet pillow
Her buttocks,
Her thighs,
Left and right,
Gentle and loving,
Her body betrays her, responding with movements of its own as thrusts towards the paddle, towards to tenderness, seeking its embrace.

However, that seeking is met with a thud as she receives her first spank, but for now, a lustful warning with the gentle pillow. The body reacts to impact as she moans, her eyes clenched as she processes, overcoming instinct and expectation. With realisation of there being no sting, a sense of calm returns, even it is just for a fleeting moment as the paddle is turned over and her soft skin is exposed to the harsh roughness as it rubs along her skin, leaving a trailing fire in its wake. As the paddle is lifted from her skin, her entire being braces for the impact, expectation of hard leather, but yet again, just a that thud as the loving pillow lands. <moan>

Is that a moan of disappointment? Intriguing.
Her body language is a mix of emotion,
Of expectation,
Of disappointment,
Of relief,
Of excitement.

I continue to caress, tease and love with the comfort, safety of the pillow, her being betrays her further, her body relaxes, she relaxes, the expectation is fading, now…

<Smack>

<Agghhhh> <Ahhhhh> <Moan> <Whimper>

Her whole body convulses as she simply collapses to the floor in a haze.

“I-I… <aarggh>…I’m…<oh god>… I’m sor… <ah… hmmm>… I’m sorry sir <moan> I just couldn’t help… <whimper>…. Couldn’t help it” she says. “Ple… <moan> please forgive me <whimper>”

She pleads with me as raises back to her feet, signs of tears on her face, and a wobble in the knees below. Her wetness fully exposed. Her thighs soaked. She stands before me, her embarrassed smile, vulnerable eyes say it all. Not of only what just happened, of what she just experienced, of unabashed climax, but that she wants more, that we are not yet done.