The first strike of the flogger against her backside nearly made her giggle, as it did every time it was used on her. The soft leather straps tickled lightly as they passed over her naked flesh, but she knew better than to laugh. That would earn a punishment for this. This, this wasn't punishment. Not by a long shot.

"One."

She adjusted her stance as she counted her strikes, feet widening slightly and shoulders rolling to get more comfortable. This was only the beginning and it was sure to be a long night.

She opened and closed her hands, mentally reminding herself to stay relaxed as the strikes kept coming and she kept counting. The leather cuffs felt nice against her wrists, keeping her bound to the St. Andrew's Cross. The first time they had used the cross had been with metal handcuffs that had chafed horribly. It was a mistake they had never made again.

All too soon she counted her twentieth strike and the flogger disappeared, a slight warmth spreading over her skin. The warmth only intensified when a body pressed up against her, forcing her front to press against the wall.

"You look positively divine spread out like this, your skin red from where I've stroked you." The body disappeared before a single finger traced down her spine and over the curve of her ass before her cheek was gripped possessively. She couldn't help but let her head fall forward and moan softly. "Does that feel good, my Swan? Are you ready for more?"

She knew she shouldn't do it but the temptation was too great. The smirk was painted on her face before she knew it and the words were out of her mouth before she could stop them.

"Yes, Daddy."

The sudden crack of the cane against her backside did not make her want to giggle. Instead it drew a sharp gasp from her lips. A second gasp from pulled from her as her ponytail was twisted around a hand and her head yanked back, teeth nipping at her neck.

"You are being bratty today." There was a small pause before she felt the breath of the whisper against her lips. "I like it."

The kiss that greeted her was sweet and languid, a convection of their feelings for one another. Just another way for them to say everything they felt without words.

"Color?"

"Green."

The exchange of words were mumbled against the others lips. She felt the once soft lips tense into a smirk before they were pulled from her own and another lick of the cane kissed her heated flesh drawing a hiss out of her.

"I don't hear you counting."

"Two."

Though it was only play and not punishment, she knew her bratty comment would make for an interesting night. And she couldn't wait to see what it entailed.