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~ The cuffs slid into his hands easily. The metal making a distinct clicking sound like a zipper as he closed them in over themselves ensuring they would work.
"Put your hands in front of you." He ordered.
His erection was painful now. Straining against the fabric of his pants. Raging to be freed. His beloved had elicited a primal instinct in him. He would discipline her now, and he would do it well. He ached to see her hands forced tougher and helpless to him.
Ariadne seemed to feign apprehension before obeying him. She knew what he intended to do. The hard slap she had given him had brought this on herself. Arthur kept his eyes locked on hers as she guiltily offered up her slender writs to him. Carefully, and with respectful gentleness, he secure her with the cuffs. She felt her heart race at the thrill of being bound. Her cheeks burning hot with the promise of what was to come.
How she loved this, every second of this slow, purposeful torture. The cuffs were not too tight, but didn't allow much room for escape. She looked up at him helplessly as he pulled her over onto his lap.
Gracefully as always, Arthur managed to sit down on the sofa at the same time he pulled her over his knees. Her bottom sticking up shamefully as her legs, torso, head and arms dangled off his body.
With a certain glee, she felt her bottom tingle with the anticipation of her spanking. She had grown to love them. The feel of each stinging swat was not unlike her lover thrusting into her. Her body would move and accept each one and her mind soon associated the spanking with sexual fulfillment.
She bit her lip hard as his long fingers grazed over her lacy panties. He was always buying her underwear now. Just as he always shaved her intimate areas each morning after their bath time. It was his right and she allowed the pampering. It felt wonderful to have his large hands on her delicate folds. Expertly grooming her and pampering her.
She could feel him. Feel that arousal growing for her under his clothing. His pants doing little to hide it.
Her desire was starving. It would feel so good to have that hardness on her swollen need. Just pressing against her, despite the barrier of clothing. She maneuvered herself slightly on his lap as he moved her panties down.
He was rubbing her bottom, getting her skin used to his touch. Preparing her for the abuse she was about to endure.
His hardness felt right and perfect on her hungry sex. She could easily ride his bulge while he was spanking her and he would never know she was getting off. Her lover seemed far too interested in running his artful hands over her exposed skin.
A sharp slap, and she gasped. Her hips rocking with the force of it. She let out a satisfied groan as she let her legs drift slightly apart. Allowing his erection, still in his pants, to rub against her folds. To agitated her, satisfy her. His hands returned to the skin he had just injured. Rubbing it, soothing it. Feeling the warmth he had caused on her flesh.
Another sharp, stinging slap and then another. Each one quicker then that last. Ariadne felt her face run red with shame as she was rocking her wet sex over his erection. She was climaxing with each slap of his hand. She rode his hardness as he spanked her mercilessly. She didn't feel any pain as each slap made her hips and body rock over his erection. Sending waves of pleasure crashing through her body.
She barely realized she was moaning loudly as she buried her face in the couch cushions. Her sex was alive and ripe under his hands. She could endure his abuse all day, but she knew she needed more. She needed the fulfillment he could never deny her.
~ He knew what she was doing. His beautiful submissive lover was acting like a common slut. Riding him as he punished her. Getting off on what was supposed to be discipline. An anger boiled in him that contorted his handsome face in a rage.
His hands, so firm and gentle on her, suddenly stopped her discipline.
"Stand up!" He commanded harshly.
~ Shocked, Ariadne tried to act innocent. His hands forcing her off his lap. Away from her guilty, stolen pleasure. He helped her to standing as she was feeling dizzy from her punishment.
"Arthur..." She said meekly.
"No." He warned.
"Officer." She corrected more formally. The uniform alone making her her more respectful to him in it's odd and powerful way. It made her feel like she was in trouble in more ways then one.
"That's right." He growled. "Don't think I didn't know what you were doing. I won't have that. This is not for you to get off." He said in a voice that actually made her afraid.
She didn't know what to say. She had been called out. Caught in the act.
"I... I didn't." She tried to say. He was shaking his head. Angry and frightening.
~ What to do with her? How to show her he was in command? What to do, when punishment didn't work? She enjoyed her spankings too much. Was willfully disobedient just to get them. How could he rein her back in? Make her the beautiful submissive again. The one he wanted. He needed.
His mind raced over ideas when one finally reached him and took hold.