As we stand there and he stares into my eyes, I think about how maybe he’d want to kiss me. But this is not that. He leans closer and lowers his head. He sucks on my nipples until they’re hard, then he kisses down my abdomen. He gets on his knees before me. Reminds me to look at him and keep my hands behind my head. Tells me to open my legs by a step. Then he licks up the wetness around my vulva, and he licks my swollen clit. I shudder. He stops. He tells me to turn around and bend over. I startle when he spanks me and tells me that it’s because I moved.

He tells me to put my hands behind me and spread my butt open wide. He stares for the longest time. I’m utterly mortified. Then I feel him circle his tongue around and across my puckered hole. He licks and laps and now I’m so wet that a drop hits the floor. That’s the most embarrassing thing that’s ever happened to me, and my damn pussy betrays me.

He stands up. Tells me to stand. He picks up the rope and ties my hands together behind my back. He leads me to the bed and tells me to lean over it and stay still. I hear him in the bathroom at the sink, and I’m glad. I’m a germ freak, and I don’t want unpleasant memories of this day.

He returns. Tells me to stand. I do. He sits on the bed and tells me to kneel on the bed. He pulls me across his lap. My head is on the bed, my butt is across his legs. He slides my right leg to the side and slides his fingers into my pussy, slick and hot with my arousal. As he gently slides his finger to my clit, he tells me that I’ve been naughty. I have not sent him enough pics or videos. I did not stay still. I’ve forgotten that in this room, at this time, I am his, and there can be no questions.

He tells me it is time to be punished. I am to count each spank and tell him thank you. The spanking will get harder as he goes. But he gets to do this and I have no choice. Only. To say yes sir. To let go of myself even further. To let him have control of me.

The first spank is light. So is the second. He rubs and soothes me and tells me it’s about to get worse, and that I am to remain still. To thank him. To count.

He’s right. It gets harder. I’m ashamed. Ashamed that I’m in this position. Ashamed that it’s made me even wetter. Ashamed that now there’s a wet spot on his jeans. And even more ashamed that somewhere between spank 19 and 20, the roughness of his jeans against my naked clit and the painful spanks converge, and I come all over his lap, writhing and gasping and I realize I’ve now broken several of his rules.

His hand stops. He soothes my small, now scarlet bottom. He tells me that because of this, he will spank me again. I hear a clink and a cap snapping open. He spreads my bottom open and I feel the tip of a thermometer, cold with gel, circling my hole. I flinch. He puts the thermometer down and spanks me again. And when he spreads me open again, I breathe deeply as he pushes a thick, cold thermometer deeply inside me. He slides his left hand under me and strokes my clit as he twirls the thermometer and taps the end. Tapping my clit. Tapping the thermometer. Three minutes go by, and I hear a beeping. He slides out the thermometer.

I hear him putting on gloves.