Spanking Quickie - 30 min timer

Amity let out a gasp as the cuffs tightened against her, the abomination mud cold and clammy against her bare skin as they pinned her face down on the cushioned table.

"Are you okay? Sure you want to do this?" Gentle concern from a gentle lover. But Amity didn't want gentle from her tonight.

"Luz, please... I need this. I want someone else to be in control, okay?" she replied with a quiver in her voice that she wasn't quite sure came from the chill winter air on her nude form or the excitement of what was to come.

She couldn't turn her head to see her love's face, but she got her answer shortly in the form of a familiar hand beginning its trek up her left leg. A soft sigh escaped her as Luz massaged her thigh, dexterous fingers playing flesh they'd known many times. It was a nice feeling that would make her melt any other time, but she had a desire that had to be fulfilled. "Make me yours," she begged, "we can do it your way after."

The hand left... before cracking down on her bottom with a sharp smack.

A domineering voice spoke up breaking the shocked silence that followed. "Why are you giving orders? I thought you said you wanted me in control?" Another smack rang out to punctuate the question, striking harder than the first leaving her butt stinging. "Apologize. Now."

Whether it was shock or some subconscious desire to see what Luz would do, Amity found herself unable to respond and was punished with two quick slaps to her left cheek.

"Let's play a little game," the mistress said as the hand that had just delivered pain was gently kneading where it had just slapped. "I'm going to spank you, and you're going to number each one. If you do well..." The hand moved inward, briefly rubbing along Amity's sex. "I'll give you a reward."

"O-okay." The timid, cowed voice that left her mouth might have been embarrassing, had Amity been in any shape to think of anything more than doing as her mistress demanded.

The first round was easy. Three light taps that were little more than petting. "One. Two. Three." And the pleasure of a few seconds of Luz's fingers toying with her as promised.

The next was two, much harder, blows that surely left her pale bottom painted red. "One. T-two!" And the reward followed once more, lasting longer, but leaving her painfully unfulfilled.

As things continued in this manner Amity began to lose herself to the cycle. Hardness following softness. Reward following punishment. Pleasure following pain. All that mattered was the musical ringing of flesh on flesh, the pain and promise of bruising, and the approaching release that had slowly built within her. She was no longer Amity Blight, heir to the Blight fortune, explorer, and engineer. She was Luz's Good Girl.

As the last of the latest struck her leaving her to squeak out a pained "S-seven!", she bit her lip and her breaths quickened anticipating the finale.

"You're ready to finish, aren't you?" The hand was on the back of her knee. "Well..." It began to creep up her thigh, mere inches from her aching sex. "Maybe I..." It found its destination. "Should help you..."

A new voice arose and broke the spell, "Amity? I heard you were home from your trip and... OH SWEET TITAN!"

"OH GOD! MR. BLIGHT?!"

Amity didn't get to cum that night, and couldn't look Alador in the face for months.