Naughty Irish Imp

Naughty Irish Imp

Sunday, April 27, 2014

What Happens in Vegas (part 2)





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After close to 20 minutes of dead silence, and the only sound in the room being his steady breathing and her rapidly beating heart, she couldn't stand the silence any longer. She couldn't stand the building sense of his disappointment any longer. She had to talk to him. She took a deep breath and turned her face upward to look at his and softly began to speak, 

"I'm sorry, Sir. I don't know what I was thinking. I was upset when you left me this morning and I pouted and sulked about it all day and figured I would be a brat to get back at you for it. I knew you wouldn't be able to punish me for it because of the noise and maybe you'd have forgotten about it by the time I was actually going to be held accountable for it so I figured it would be worth it and I was safe to lash out. I know that sounds stupid and childish and ridiculous, because it is. I knew better and I let you down and I'm sorry, Sir." 

She rambled out her excuses, explanations and apology all at once as she hesitantly peered up and into his dark, piercing eyes. He watched her intently, studying the expressions on her face, searching her eyes for sincerity, before he replied, 

"I see. So this was some sort of revenge game? You didn't get your way so you decided to throw a fit like a spoiled brat and ruin our evening together all with the caveat that you thought you couldn't be punished for how you acted?"  He implored. 

"I know that sounds bad, but..." She began.

"STOP! Answer me!" He interrupted. 

"Yes Sir." She softly replied before lowering her eyes away from his. 

"Poor choice, Leah. And you thought wrong. Go. Shower. I will see you back in this spot in 30 minutes."  He instructed before rising and taking his phone, wallet & key and exiting the suite. 

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As she stood in the shower, hot water beading on her back, her mind was drowning in thought. 

What had she done? Why did she do it? She knew better. 

Where was he going? What did he mean she had thought wrong? What was he going to do to her? 

She knew whatever he had in mind, he intended it not be pleasant for her. He would direct her to shower immediately before a punishment only when it was serious and he wanted the hot water to bring her nerve endings up closer to the skin to increase sensitivity. Just the thought caused her to tingle as she softly caressed her wet body with the lavender vanilla lather of her body wash. 

As she shampooed her long flowing blonde trusses, she thought through what implements she knew were in the bag from the past 2 nights play, and what more could possibly be tucked in there. 

She jumped as she realized she had a time limit and had already spent far too long pondering in the shower. She quickly rinsed and rung her hair and stepped out of the shower wrapping her tiny body in a huge fluffy bath towel. She snuggled it to her face, a soft comforting sensation in advance of what she knew would be harsh, merciless sensations for the balance of her evening. 

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As she exited the bathroom, the cool air caused her body to shiver. She glanced at the clock, and seeing she had just 3 minutes left, she very quickly rushed to massage her lotion into her skin now covered with soft goosebumps, before scurrying across the suite and kneeling quietly beside his chair as she had been instructed to do. 

At precisely the half hour mark she heard a key engage the lock on their door and it sent a shiver up her spine. She knew, of course, it was Shane, but what if it wasn't? What if it were a hotel employee entering to see her kneeling naked beside the chair, fading marks from last nights escapade on her flesh? The thought excited her as much as it terrified her. Her fears were quickly laid to rest as she heard her Dom enter the suite. She could tell by the sound of nothing more than his stride that it was in deed him. She had spent many, many nights kneeling with her face downcast or restrained with a blindfold blocking her vision, she knew her Dom by voice, by smell, by touch, by sound, by pace of stride. 

Shane glanced over at his naughty submissive, allowing himself to pause and take in the sight she was as she waited there naked at his command, the light of the fire glistening off the lotion on her skin, the way her spine curved in as she knelt obediently, the way her still damp hair clung to her shoulders. Leah was a beautiful woman and even when she pushed his buttons or misbehaved, he relished the knowledge that this amazing creature had offered her submission to him. 

As Shane paced around the suite, sorting through bags and laying out the implements he chose to use, Leah's curiosity was piqued. She could hear him walking around, rustling through things and she wanted so badly just just steal a quick peak, but she didn't dare. 

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The warmth of the fire felt amazing on her sensitive skin as she knelt, awaiting her Dom's acknowledgement. Her heart was beating wildly inside of her chest as her mind raced through every possibility. Though gripped in nervous panic she was also becoming increasingly turned on. 

Shane's large right hand softly skimmed her cheek and she closed her eyes and tilted her face to cradle it in his hand but just as suddenly as it had touched, it was gone. He gathered her long hair together in his hand, sweeping it up from her shoulders and tucking it behind her ears, gathering it all at the nape of her dainty neck and roughly jerking her head back and up to meet his scowling face. 

Leah hesitantly peered up and into his dark, flashing eyes. Keeping his firm grasp on her hair and his eyes locked on hers, he walked around from behind her kneeling body to now stand directly in front of her. 

"You displeased me, Leah."  His voice was soft but hinted at his irritation. 

She scrunched up her face in a pout and rose up onto her knees, lovingly rubbing her head up his thigh and suggestively sucking the corner of her bottom lip as he stood before her. His grip tightened and he quickly yanked her back to her original position as he scolded. 

"I am not amused, young lady. A good submissive would be graciously accepting her punishment, not trying to sway or manipulate it with sex. You will please me, Leah, on my terms and after you have been thoroughly punished. Am I clear?"  He asked.

"Yes, Sir." She murmured up to him as she continued her pout. 

"Good, now back to the task at hand, my considerate little submissive was concered about the amount of noise that we would expose our neighbors to, luckily for them, I packed a solution, just in case. Open, pet."  He instructed as his left hand reached into his pocket and produced a small red rubber ball gag. 

Leah hated to be gagged, Shane knew this, and they very rarely incorporated this toy into their play or punishments, but she always knew it was available should he choose to use it. She peered up at him pleadingly with her big blue eyes but was met with a firm resolve in his that very quickly chased away any thought of refusal. She slowly opened her mouth and Shane placed the ball inside, flipping her hair over the front of her shoulder and leaning over her to firmly buckle the leather strap securely behind her neck. 

"The neighbors thank you for your forethought, my pet."  Shane said in an almost mocking tone that tempted Leah to roll her eyes at him, but she thought better of it, perhaps if she was cooperative and remorseful throughout her punishment then he would allow her make it up to him in far more enticing ways later on. 

Shane again disappeared behind her and out of her line of sight as she remained kneeling before the crackling fire. She worked to slow her rapid breathing and adjust to the gag inside of her mouth. She heard him turn on music somewhere behind her and again rustle through bags as she knelt waiting, wondering. 

When he again returned to her vision, he was holding their thigh to wrist restraints. They were made of soft, supple leather and he had purchased them for her at a scene social event early in their relationship. When in place these restraints keep her body in an almost perfect kneeling position, her wrists bound to her thighs, unable to interfere with her punishment, open and exposed. 

"I've trained you better than your behavior tonight reflects, young lady. I do not tolerate disrespect and you, miss, clearly need a refresher session on the subject. You are not in control, I am. Your whining, your tantrums and attempts at seduction once called on your behavior are all attempts by you to gain control. I don't allow power struggles, Leah. You are a big girl, you made your own decisions, and now you'll pay for them. Clear?"  He lectured intently. 

She pitifully glanced up into his eyes and softly nodded her head as she offered him her wrists. He smiled briefly at this, knowing he had trained her well, as he knelt in front of her to restrain each tiny wrist to a thigh. He buckled the restraint tightly and checked each side with several pulls and prods before being satisfied and again rising to his feet before her, and again allowing himself to take in the amazing sight in front of him. It would have been incredily easy for him to scoop her up, untie her and make love to her now; but he could certainly practice self discipline for long enough to instill some into his wayward submissive.

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Shane bent forward and grabbed hold of Leah by the waist as she knelt and picked her up, tossing her once again over his shoulder as he exited the sitting room of their suite and strode toward the bedroom. He abruptly dropped her naked body on the foot of the bed and roughly flipped her face down into the position he wanted for the moment. Her face & chest were pressed to the bed and her ass was elevated by her knees pulled up to restrain her thighs to her wrists at the sides of her tiny frame. And again he disappeared from her sight as she turned her face to the side.

SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!

The sound of impact was barely audible, but the sting of the strokes biting into her thighs were unmistakable. Leah bit down on the rubber ball in her mouth as Shane expertly switched the backs of her thighs fast and furiously. Leah struggled under the quick barrage of lashes and she now knew what her Dom had done while she showered, he went a cut a damn switch. 

SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!

Leah was helpless to move or kick her legs in protest as dozens of searing strokes of that evil twig bit into her flesh. She cursed herself for caring to apply lotion to her body as it had left her thighs still semi moist, which was only increasing the sting of the switching. 

Shane took his time, making sure to cover every inch of her ass but paying particularly close attention to her thighs and sit spots, where the switch is most effective. He smiled to himself as he watched his girl squirming on the bed under the pain of the switching he was administering. 

SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!

Leah's eyes swelled with unshed tears as Shane continued to flick his wrist and dance that switch all over her bottom and thighs. She was helpless to whimper or cry out because of the damn gag in her mouth, so she bit down on it over and over as he continued to ingite a viscous fire in her naked flesh. 

After what seemed an eternity, but was more likely 5 to 6 minutes, Shane discarded the switch and traced his rough fingertips over the weals left behind by the implement. Thin, angry red lines now decorated her bottom and thighs and as much as she had wiggled and squirmed under the punishment, as he inspected the skin, he couldn't help but notice how wet his naughty little girl as becoming. As he stroked the backs of her spread thighs, she pushed back toward him, raising her hips further and begging silently for his attention. He smiled to himself, out of her line of sight, before very firmly swatting her aching nether lips with the tips of his fingers 3 sharp times. 

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Leah's hips jerked forward and away from the unwelcome rough treatment as she whimpered softly through the gag. Shane watched her twist and squirm trying to relieve the sting without the use of her hands or the ability to close her thighs, and realized all over again why he loved this particular restraint. 

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Leah's heart raced and a lump appeared at the back of her throat as she lay on the bed gagged, restrained, still reeling from her switching as she heard the unmistakable sound of Shane unbuckling and removing his belt. She was lucky that they were not home where he had all of his belts at his disposal, traveling for business he only had his thin dress belt with him. Though the thicker belts or heavier straps in their collection are typically more effective, Shane had long ago perfected the art of making even his thin dress belt a formidable opponent for a naughty bottom. 

Rather than doubling the belt over, as he would with a thicker version, he always opted to tuck the buckle in his palm and wrap the belt around his hand twice, leaving a single tail dangling free and ready to teach his girl a lesson. Leah knew from experience that this method stung like mad. The thinner strip of leather could easily wrap itself around her hips or snake around each thigh individually with the tip biting into the tender flesh of her inner thighs. The thought made her shudder and she again internally chastised herself for behaving so poorly. 

WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK 

Shane wasted absolutely no time in reigniting the fire on Leah's poor ass. He focused dozens of swats over the fullest part of her perfect bottom. He rapidly applied swat after searing swat of the belt to every inch of her ass from the very top all the way down to the chubby, fleshy area where her bottom meets her thighs, her sit spots. 

Leah struggled and pulled against her bindings, knowing it was a futile attempt, but unale to prevent herself from trying any way. The sting was incredible and Shane wasn't leaving time between strokes for her to recover, he was whipping her just as hard and just as fast as he had switched her. 

After several dozen more angry snaps of the supple leather against her reddening ass, Shane took a step back and changed his focus, now aiming much lower, intent on giving her upper thighs the same treatment. If he had thought she was wiggling before, now she was practically convulsing to twist her body out of his reach; thought with the thigh to wrist restraint it didn't much matter how hard she tried to squirm, she would get nowhere, and they both knew it. 

WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK 

The leather bit into her tender upper thighs like a thousand biting fire ants. The tears that had built in her eyes were now actively flowing down her cheeks as she whimpered against the gag in her mouth. Shane whipped her thighs just as harshly as he had her bottom. And true to form, he ensured that several strokes on each thigh saw the tip of the belt bite into her sensitive inner thighs. Her body shook from her sobs as he continued to punish he errant submissive and she fought within herself to finally give in to her deserved punishment and stop resisting. She knew there was no hope of a conclusion as long as she fought him. He wanted to see her submission. He wanted to see her acceptance. He wanted to see her trust him and relinquish that control. 

WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK 

After several more minutes of Shane transferring his disciplinary attention from her ass to her thighs and back again, Leah slowly felt herself begin to dip in and out of her subspace. Her body still shook with her cries but she had stopped openly resisting and trying to avoid each punishing lash of his belt. She remained still and in position as he applied several dozen more harsh strokes of the leather to her body. He smiled as he dropped the belt to the floor and stood admiring his naughty girl, her ass and thighs covered in his marks, but her body still in position, willing to endure more if it would please him. He was not entirely certain at that moment if he was done spanking her or not, but he had other methods of punishing his girl that he now wished to utilize. 

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