Her eyes are fixed on me, embarrassed, yet pleading, unsure, yet lustful.  I make my way to her, slowly, gently, not breaking eye contact for a single moment, not even to blink.  I smile at her, not a word, as I simply return her blindfold to its place, the soft pillow of the paddle to her red-marked buttock, a loving caress, in total silence, as I merely let her mind process, her imagination wonder.

The caress continues, gentle, tender, as I let the paddle move to the yet unmarked, brand-free buttock.  She braces herself as I pull it back, my pet convinced of impending impact….

Only for the return to be coarse, rough, trailing that familiar fire in its wake as the touch of sandy leather returns to continue its burning trail from earlier in the evening.  I let the paddle venture further than dared before, down her thigh, to just above the rear of her knee…. She buckles… moans… confused… as her body betrays her, quivering with excitement as the paddle begins to trail forwards, that enduring flame rounding her inner thigh… excitement escapes her lips in response to the sting of a tantalising smack of ‘more’ to her inner thigh, she realises I’m actually now standing right before her, paddle between her thighs, torturously close to her intimate womanhood.

In a swift, single motion I dip my shoulder and lift her form off the ground, her naked body hanging over me like a hapless sack of potatoes.  I stand, motionless, and just as she tries to speak, there is a loud smack as the paddle finally marks the remaining unblemished buttock.  Her movements that follow, the noises, moans, shuddering, unmistaken memory of her collapse from earlier in the evening as she is left to helplessly endure the climax in the discomfort of being manhandled mid-transit to the bed.

I place her firmly, but gently, at the foot of the bed, knees hanging off, feet near the ground as she lies back as instructed, still blindfolded, unaware of what lies hidden… secrets soon to be revealed.

She sighs lustfully, curious, nervous, excited as I make my way to the top of the bed, retrieving the restraints hidden beneath the pillows, I reach for her bound wrists and fasten them to the restraints and tighten, ensuring full restriction, little, if not no movement allowed.

She’s clearly nervous, almost frightened… she wanted more… but this I’m quite sure was not expected, and it is very much the source of my nervousness from before, my trepidations while waiting for her to arrive.  I focus on those eyes from before, pleading, begging for me for more after that first smack.  Steeling my resolve as I make my way to the bottom of the bed, to her ankles and the beam, where I retrieve further restraints hidden under the bed, tie each to an ankle, tighten and restrain her further, unable to move, legs spread, her swollen, soaked excited sex on full display.

I rise to my feet, admire the beauty restrained before me as she tests her prison, its limits. The inability to move bringing clear excitement, the goosebumps on her skin, the flush of her cheeks, the wetness of her thighs… Bound as she may be, my pet shows signs of freedom of an extent I’ve not witnesses from her before… fascinating… My own nerves calm as I make my way to the bedside table, where the final puzzle, the magical instrument of impending rapture awaits.