When Misty heard yes, she bit her lip hard. Her eyes dropped to her hands. She felt her heartbeat pick up in speed as she saw Miss Goode stand up from her seat.
"Have you ever been tied up?" her voice dropped an octave, and Misty felt that fire in her stomach burned hotter.
"N-no, Ma'am," she stammered out.
Misty felt a finger under her chin, making her look up once again. "Would you like to be?"
"I-I think so..."
Miss Goode's glossed lips turned upward into a smirk. "Rope, cuffs, chains, a scarf perhaps?"
Misty's eyes gleamed. She didn't know there were so many choices. "Somethin' soft."
"How about some nylon rope? It feels close to polyester and doesn't leave much of a mark if you pull on it." Goode said as she pulled away.
"Okay," Misty said as she watched the other woman walk over to the chest at the end of the bed. She could see her looking through it before she pulled out some rope.
"How are old are you?" Miss Goode asked as she stood up.
"Twenty-two."
Goode raised a brow before walking to the top of the bed. She started to lace the rope through an o-shaped ring that was screwed into the bedpost. "I'll make it loose so you can move around." She said before motioning for Misty to lay down.
Misty crawled up the bed and laid down. She held her hands over her head. She could feel her arousal pooling in her lace panties.
Miss Goode took each of Misty's wrists and loosely tied them to a bedpost. Once she had both wrists tied down, a smirk appeared on her lips. "Good. I'm going to start off gentle with you, but I'm going to need you to turn around."
Misty bit her lip before nodding softly. She turned around, laid on her stomach, ass up, wrists bound. They hadn't even gotten five minutes into this scene and she didn't know how much more she could handle before her panties were ruined. She gulped when she felt Miss Goode's hand run down her back. She felt the slight scratch of the woman's nails over the fabric of her dress. She had to bite her lip to not moan.
"Panties on or off?" the domme asked as her hand rested on Misty's bottom.
Misty licked her lips as she tried to think clearly. "Uh, umm... on..." she murmured shyly. She knew if Miss Goode pulled them off, she would see how wet she had grown in such a short amount of time.
"Okay," Good said as her hand pulled back. "Where are we? Green?"
"Green," Misty nodded as her body tensed.
The first smack came down onto Misty's ass lightly and she let out a small yelp. The feeling was unexpected, but the jolt it sent through her body was more intoxicating than the drinks she had had at the bar.
"G-green..." she stammered out once again.
"Good girl," Miss Goode said before laying down another small, still light. "Ready for more?"
"Yes, Mistress," Misty breathed out.
The next two were harder, and each time Misty felt the woman's hand collide with her ass, a yelp mixed with a moan left her lips. She was panting hard before two more came down harder.
"Oh...!" she helped loudly at the sixth one.
"How are you?" Miss Goode asked.
Misty sucked in a deep, shaky breath. "Green."
Without much of a warning, Goode's hand smacked Misty's ass two more times, harder each time.
Misty squeezed her eyes shut as she felt a sting starting to appear. She bit her lip hard as she squeezed her thighs together. She was breathing hard before licking her dry lips. "More... please," she murmured.
"How many more can you handle?"
"I-I don't know," she said honestly.
"Do you want to try something else?"
"L-like what?" Misty said as she looked over her shoulder. She bit her lip when she saw Miss Goode rolling up her sleeves.
"A flogger, a whip, a paddle, or a riding crop. It's your choice."
"I-I don't... I don't know." Misty stammered. "Maybe n-not tonight." She said shyly.
"That's fine," Miss Goode said before pushing the end of Misty's dress up.
Misty could see the woman raise a brow.
"Are you wet?"
Misty blushed as she turned back to face the headboard. She nodded softly, shyly as she mumbled into the pillow.
"Speak up and use your words, darling."
"Yes..." Misty sighed. She bit her lip as the room grew quiet. She gasped loudly when a hand came down hard against her ass.
"Such a naughty girl," Goode said before laying down another smack.
Misty was finding this more pleasurable than her first time with any man, and she always thought it was good. "I-I'm sorry..." she whined.
Miss Goode said nothing as she spanked Misty five more times. The pleasure was getting stronger with every hit.
Misty cried out as she felt her body jolt forward with the last two. She felt tears pricking her eyes as the sting started to turn to pain. But it was only pushing her closer and closer to an orgasm. She panted hard before she felt a gentle hand rest on her ass.
"Where are you?" Goode asked in a soft voice.
"Y-yellow..." Misty breathed out.
"Should I stop?"
"No!" she was quick to say. "Pl-please don't stop, Mistress." She whined. She wriggled before she felt a small spank, which she took as a warning. "Sorry..."
"It's okay, but I'll spank you when I think it's time," Goode said before pulling her hand back again.
Misty moaned as she felt a hard smack against her ass. "Mm..." she hummed as she ground her hips into the mattress.
"Get on your knees."
"Wh-why?"
"Because I said so!" Miss Goode said in a rougher tone than Misty had heard all night.
Misty gulped as she moved so she was resting on her knees rather than her stomach. She noticed that in this stance, she couldn't press her thighs together or grind into anything. She let out a small whine.
"Can't feel pleasure now?" Goode asked in an amused tone.
"No..." she murmured.
"Can you handle six more?"
"I think so, Mistress."
Before anything else was said, Misty felt two more spanks. These were quicker and hard. She moaned into the pillow below her. She was sopping wet and it wasn't going to get any better. She felt her clit twitch. "Fuck," she sighed.
"Green?"
"Green," she nodded.
The next two came fast, and Misty's body jolted forward with each one. As the fifth one landed on her ass, she felt Miss Goode's hand was a little lower than before and felt fingers brush against her slit. She groaned before the sixth one, and that was the one to send her over the edge. Her thigh slammed shut, which only egged on her orgasm even more. She was a moaning mess as she tried to stop it, but it was no use.
A few moments passed before Misty came back to her senses. She felt herself blushing hard. Tears from both pleasure and pain slipped from her eyes as she opened them. She was mortified.
"Did you just... cum?" she heard Goode ask.
Misty nodded without saying anything. She was panting hard as she felt her dress fall back down to her bottom. She gulped as she saw the other woman out of the corner of her eye.
"Okay..." Miss Goode said as she started to untie Misty's wrists.
Misty sucked in a deep, shaky breath as she slowly sat up. As her bottom hit the bed, she let out a hiss. "I'm sorry..." she murmured as she looked down at her wrists to see they were red.
"Don't apologize. I just don't see that happen very often... let me help clean you up, put some lotion on your bottom. And I'll give you some cream for any bruising." Miss Goode said and as their eyes locked, she said, "Because there will be."
Misty nodded softly. "O-okay..."
She watched as the other blonde walked back over to the box at the end of the bed. She put the rope back inside and grabbed a bottle of cream.
"Turn back around, I'll be gentle this time."
Misty was uncertain at first but proceeded to turn over. She pulled up her dress and waited.
"Panties too."
"But... I..."
"It's okay. It's not the first time I've had someone cum... it just doesn't happen that often or easily either." Goode explained.
Misty gulped before pushing down the lace material.
"This will be cold," Goode warned.
Misty whined as she felt a cold wipe against her skin. It didn't get close to her center, but she knew the woman was cleaning up her arousal and cum that had made its way onto her thighs and bottom. She saw Miss Goode toss away the wipe before putting the cream on her stinging skin, gently. Even with the gentle touches, she hissed and pulled away.
"Stay still, please."
Misty sniffled back some tears that wanted to come as she nodded. She gripped the sheet underneath her as she did as she was told.
"Good girl," Goode praised.
A small smile spread across Misty's lips as she heard that. She loved being called a good girl.
"Are you feeling okay?"
"Yeah," Misty said, and even though her ass was on fire, she felt amazing.
"Good. I wondered if I was too harsh."
Misty shook her head. "No, not at all."
"Next time we can try something else if you would like," Goode said before pulling Misty's panties up. "Good to go."
Misty sat up again and shyly looked at the woman. "Sure... I-I wouldn't mind."
"Are you driving yourself home?" the other blonde asked as she handed the bottle of cream over to Misty.
"No, Ma'am. I'll take an Uber."
"Good girl. You stay safe, okay?"
Misty nodded shyly as she smiled. "Thank you... do I... do I pay you now?" she asked awkwardly.
"Yes, and then I'll walk you outside if you'd like." Goode offered.
"If ya don't mind," Misty said as she reached for her purse that was on the floor and shoved the cream inside. She grabbed her wallet and pulled out $375. "Here you go."
Goode grabbed the money. "Thank you. Will I see you next Friday? I can put you into an appointment slot."
"Yes, Ma'am," Misty said without thinking. She didn't have the money for another appointment so soon, but she was going to figure it out one way or another.
"11:15 again?"
"Sure," Misty said with a shy smile as she stood up from the bed. Her legs were wobbly, and she nearly tripped over her own two feet.
Miss Goode was quick to watch the other blonde and held her close for a moment. "Are you sure you're okay?" she asked.
Misty blushed hard as she nodded. "Y-yeah... sorry..." she murmured as her hands rested on Goode's shoulder, which she quickly pulled away. "Sorry, Miss Goode."
"It's okay, darling," Goode said with a small smile. She led Misty to the door, down the hallway, and out the front door. She even waited with her until the car showed up. "I'll see you next week."
"Okay, thank ya again," Misty said with a shy smile as she buckled herself in.
"You're welcome, Misty," Goode said before closing the door.
Misty felt her heart leap when she heard the woman say her name. It sounded so beautiful from her lips. She stared out the window as the driver began to drive away, noticing Goode was staring back at her. A smile spread across her lips as she looked down at her lap.
