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and constructed of a dark, warm looking wood. The last time I saw one of those my friend Freya was strapped to it, naked and blindfolded, in the club in Lancaster. I have a strong suspicion I will become intimately acquainted with the capabilities of this particular item of equipment myself, if not this visit then soon. But not now. Not immediately. Dan promised me something rather nicer. I turn my back on the cross and, courtesy of the plug nestled conspicuously in my bum, clamber somewhat awkwardly onto the bed.
    I only just have time to wriggle into position, my wrists threaded through the loose leather straps, as Dan enters the room. He closes the door behind him then leans against it to survey me. I turn my head to look at him, uncertain whether I should smile, speak, make eye contact or what.
    Dan settles the matter by flashing me a dazzling smile. “You look absolutely beautiful, your bottom striped from my belt, my plug up your arse.”
    “I, I feel good. Sir. I think.”
    “You think?”
    “A little sore. Your belt is heavy, Sir, and I didn’t like having the plug put in. But I’m glad I did it. We did it, I mean…”
    “You can thank me if you like, for my time and attention in teaching you how to do these things. And if you’d like to offer your apology again for yesterday’s display on my brother’s front step now might be a good time.” His smile is warm as he strides across the room toward me, despite his stern words. And it all seems so easy, suddenly.
    “Yes, Sir. Thank you, for teaching me. And for helping me. And especially for slowing down when I was finding it hard. I did appreciate that, really. And I am truly sorry for what happened yesterday. I can’t believe I did such a thing. It’s just not me, it really isn’t. Even before you beat me with your belt I was deeply ashamed.”
    He sits beside me, trails his fingers slowly across my shoulder and down my spine. It feels wonderfully sensual and I raise my hips as he reaches my bottom. Maddeningly, he stops there. “You’ve accepted your fault, and your punishment.” He traces the lines on my bottom by way of emphasizing his point. “And I get the impression you’ve learnt from the experience. There’s no need for you to feel ashamed now. It’s done. We’ve moved on. It’s what you do from here that matters, not what happened in the past.”
    If only everything could be so simple.
    “Thank you, Sir.” I whisper my response as he continues to caress my throbbing buttocks. He reaches for the straps to tighten them around my wrists then seems to think better of it.
    “I’ve changed my mind. I think I’d prefer you on your back. Roll over please.”
    I do so without hesitation, although the pressure on my bottom as I settle my weight again is uncomfortable, both inside and out. Without waiting for his instruction I place my hands back in the restraints, and this time he tightens them around my wrists. He tests the fit to make sure I’m securely held but my circulation is not compromised. Needless to say, he is entirely satisfied on both counts.
    “Lift your bum up please.”
    I do as he asked, and he shoves two pillows under me, raising my hips up off the bed. I hiss with the sharp pain as my tender bum rubs against the crisp, freshly laundered cotton of the pillowcases. He quirks his lip in wry acknowledgment, but he says nothing more on the subject of my delicate condition. Instead, he’s ready to get on with the real business of why we are here. “Open your legs. I want to check if you’re still ready for me.”
    I suspect there’s little doubt on that particular score, but I spread my thighs dutifully. I’m every bit as keen as he seems to be to make progress. More so perhaps.
    He draws a long, slow, open-handed caress along my pussy, from front to back. His fingertips slide between my folds and he manages to dip the end of his middle finger into my cunt as he passes. It feels wonderful, the caress intimately casual, and