Naughtiness, unsurprisingly. A certain little, wild, water faerie encouraged me to join. The things we do for love, or at least for some damn good sex.
Thinking of that now, I'm contemplating tying her hands behind her back, as she's asked. Forming the soft silk rope into a twisted set of manacles broad enough to clasp with one hand. Standing behind her, holding the rope, talking quietly to her, telling her she's going to be left with a very red backside. Very red. "You've been naughty, haven't you?" I ask. She nods slightly, so I give a slight pull on the rope binding her hands, "Naughty?" She nods more-surely, and says "Yes, I've been a bad girl." After a slight pause she continues: "Am I going to get a spanking?" I chuckle slightly, my mouth right next to her ear. "Probably", I tell her, "wait here."
When I step back into the room I've rolled up my shirt sleeves, and am carrying a pair of black kid leather gloves. The door clicks shut, and I step across the room to pull a chair clear of the wall. I sit, hooking my ankle up onto my knee and slowly look her up and down as I pull on the gloves, making a show of pushing the material down between my fingers, and inspecting the palms, as I pull the gloves as-tightly on as possible. I curve an index finger once, saying "Come here". Obediently, she takes tiny steps to stand in front of me. Dropping my raised foot back onto the floor, I push myself closer to the edge of the chair. "Sit", I instruct her as I part my legs slightly and indicate she is to sit on my leg. As she carefully tries to lower herself down, I take hold of the rope securing her hands and pull her down onto my knee. "Quicker next time", I growl. She nods, and I can see her shaking with excitement.
With a slight downward pressure on her rope manacles, I lean in and sniff, inhaling her scent deeply before letting it out as a wistful sigh. "Just how naughty have you been?" I ask, my free hand slowly lifting her skirts, and resting the now-warm leather clad hand on naked flesh between her stocking tops and frilly knickers. Kneading the pale white flesh of her upper thigh, I wait for the story. The words tumble out her pretty mouth, "I can't help it, you know I can't, I just keep thinking about it and I have to. I can't stop myself when I think about it"; her voice drops slightly, "I get so wet, so very, very, wet."
I find myself getting incredibly turned on playing the role; teasing more, I squeeze her thigh that little harder, tugging her towards me with the rope, and encouraging her to continue with a single word: "And...?"
I can see where she's looking; at my erection, down the right side of my trouser leg as she's perched on my left. I'm barely heeding the words as I look at her and inhale her smell again, but she's talking; quietly, at first: "Your cock", she almost-whispers, "I think about it, and I just can't help it, I touch myself, I have to put my fingers inside, I have to think about it inside me, and then it happens again." Her face is slightly flushed now, and I feel her trembling on my knee. "You know what happens!" She says, imploringly, "I'm left sitting in a puddle, wanting it all the more."
"Stand up!" I order, helping a little by pulling upwards on the rope. Her skirts fall back down as I stand next to her and murmur in her ear, "That's bad, isn't it?" She nods, a short motion, quickly repeated, "I know it's bad. Am I going to have to get a spanking?"
I step behind her, and lift her skirts up again, putting my gloved hands on her hips. My single word, "Yes", is said with conviction and I hear her take an excited gasp of air. It changes to moaning, and a whimper, as I take hold of her panties, punctuating each word with a tug on them, "But. Not. With. These. On." They fall around her ankles, and I wrap my arms around her, steadying her as she steps out of them. I scoop them up, and press them against my face, "They're soaking!" I exclaim, feeling so aroused I'm tempted just to take her without the spanking.
I walk around her, sniffing the wet panties, before putting them in my pocket and sitting back down in the chair. I reach out, and take hold of the rope manacles again, guiding her to one side of my legs, and commanding her: "Down, over my knee". She complies, and I start lifting her skirts up, exposing her gorgeous, ample, arse. I run my left hand over it, admiring the framing in stockings with proper straps and metal clasps, mentally noting to be careful not to hit those. I'm enjoying feeling her trembling across my knee; able to feel my erection straining against my dress trousers and knowing she's able to feel it too.
"Do you deserve a spanking? " I ask, still running my hand over her arse. The answer comes, almost cutting off the end of the query, "Yes!"
"Do you want a spanking?" Again, a quick answer, "Yes! A hard spanking!"
I gently slap her arse a single time, the leather glove making the sound a lower tone than skin on skin. I go back to caressing her behind, and murmur, "You're making my trousers wet, I can feel it. They'll need dry-cleaned. Again."
"I'm sorry, I can't help it", she tells me - with no trace of sincerity to her words - wiggling her arse and rubbing more wetness onto my leg.
I stop stroking her bottom, taking my hand away. She knows I've my arm up from the slight shift in my balance, and stops wriggling. I keep my arm up a little longer, enjoying the charged atmosphere, and then land a hard blow, keeping my hand against her bottom and squeezing.
"Don't tease me, haven't I been bad enough to get a proper spanking?" she complains.
I harrumph dismissively, running a couple of fingers between her legs and provoking a gasp. The tip of my gloved fingers come away glistening with her wetness. I lick it from the gloves and tell her, "You are absolutely soaking." It's time. Time too give her the spanking she wants.
"Bad." Slap! "Bad" Slap! "Bad, bad, girl!" I can see a redness starting to form on the cheeks of her pale bottom. I'm getting incredibly aroused at the little yelps prompted each time my hand makes contact. I pause, just long enough to bite the middle digit of my left hand and pull the glove off. I spit it to one side, and go back to slapping her arse with my bare hand. Feeling the sting on my hand, the heat in the redness of her bottom when I squeeze it for a second or two. She moans with lust as I slip my hand between her legs and rub some of her wetness across her clitoris. I taste it again, before returning to spanking her.
She starts going "F-, f-, f-", at each blow; I know what's coming, and encourage it by occasionally sliding my fingers along her smooth-shaved pussy. She lets out a long "Fuuuuuck!" as I land a particularly hard blow, and then the begging I'd really wanted starts; "Fuck me, oh! Fuck me! Oooh Fuck!"
I know it's time, and the neighbours can probably hear exactly what's going on over the music, my fingers slide into her tight pussy so easily and I twist my hand, reaching for that spot with the two digits I've squeezed inside. My thumb rubs on her clit as I take her over the edge, gushing all over my lap as she groans loudly before almost-sighing, "Fuck me! You are a bad, bad, man!"
My own breathing is similarly ragged, as I double over to murmur in her hear, "Young lady, I'm only just getting started. However, you did come round to eat. Shall I untie your hands and feed you?"