It seemed so dismissive to just tell Kate to take the text that pinged on her phone, as I stroked through her warmth with her labia sticking to my single, slow moving finger. But safety was the prime consideration and ultimate condition by which all this was taking place in the first instance. I’d given my word. Now was not the time to pretend to ignore the technology. Patience, respect and knowing that Jen, her security friend, would be anxiously waiting for a quick reply, prompted the encouragement to answer.

It was strange to surreptitiously watch from the corner of an eye, trying to feign being busy with the riding crop, whilst observing Kate’s move to her pile of clothes. Her movement wasn’t hurried. Far from it. She brought her unlocked fingers away from the back of her skull and lightly shook her arms to invigorate her blood circulation. There’d been no noticeable skin colouration to suggest lower, or cutting off, of blood supply. She quickly fisted and stretched fingers too. She was almost dazed and seemed to take a moment to focus on the screen message, oblivious to her nakedness and strange surroundings, almost like she was at home.

“Check in K”

“All ok”

“U like”

“Fuck yea”

“What have u done”

“Just basic inspect. Want more tho”

“Oooh. Think ur bitten”

“Wish he wud”

“?”

“Bite me”

“And what if the great Lol sees”

“Make excuses”

“Bites r bites K”

“Well…spank then. Can hide my arse from a bed fumbler 4 few days.”

“U been collared?”

“Shit…so much I want. Stop it. Already turned on”

“Nnnnnorty girl😈”

“Work?”

“Leaving in 15. Txt l8r”

The expressions I witnessed during the brief text exchange, were fairly limited, so knowing quite what was said and with what kind of feeling, was hard to gauge, but then I was here to provide what was missing, and not to determine and impose, unless asked to do so. So when the phone was replaced by the clothes pile, I was amazed to hear Kate ask about spanking. We’d talked a little about it in the sofa conversations, and she’d mentioned having talked with Jen about how her fella spanked her. Kate had hoped that the great Lol (Laurence) would have obliged, when she broached the subject with him a few weeks early…the point at which he left the marital bed mumbling about not wanting to hurt her. So he kind of refused her interest.

“Well, you can be spanked in a variety of ways. Sometimes just for the pleasure of it. Sometimes to push your way through pain. Or sometimes as a real piece of punishment for a real reason, like you disobeyed something. Surely your hubby has spanked you?” I quizzed.

A wide smile lit up her face, forgetting her nakedness. “That weakling wouldn’t say boo to a goose. God, I love him, but he’s so…so,” and she exhaled in frustration, “weak and lily livered. Pathetic! Really, really pathetic.”

“Well, if we talk more about it, you might feel that we could explore the ideas sometime. Maybe if you feel you could visit again, we might explore then.”

The most devilish of wicked grins and tip of a tongue just peeping between teeth to touch her top lip, with added flashing eyes, glared at me. “Why wait?”

“Now?”

“I’ve fifteen minutes before I really must get dressed and go.”

“What would you like to experience?”

“Roughness, like you’re an animal wanting to overpower me. Grab my arse and slap me.” He voice trailed off towards the end. “God, I can’t believe I’m saying these things. Did I say all that out loud?”

“Get yourself here and press your body against me,” I snarled at her. As she came within hand range, I stretched an arm out and around the side of her to grab a hand full of buttock. I made sure that my fingernails dug into the soft muscle and shook her backside. Of course, if she’d been collared, with an added leash, I’d have hold of her upper body too, to keep her close in.

“Turn round and face the other wall,” I sneered, into her ear. “Lean against the breakfast bar!”

She did as she was told.

The riding crop played across both buttocks, tapping sides and then stroking across the rear of her upper thighs.

“Spread your feet! Now! Spread your arms to each side. Do it! Hurry!”

I couldn’t help but see the glistening between her upper, inner thighs. The crop flicked close by between left and right thigh, slowly at first and then more quickly.

I stood to one side of her. Because she wasn’t quite in a 90 degree bend, at the waist, her buttocks weren’t completely taut; they still had some softness about them.

Using the flat of my hand I swiped one buttock and then the other. Then patted to vary the intensity. Then I altered the delivery. If she’d been horizontal, then I’d have had more buttock to tease. Next time, I’d be sure to do that.

For now though I changed the flat hand to a cupped shape and just landed it on the softest spot and let it stay. Then the same with the other buttock.

There was a whisper, “Harder, please.”

To be harder, I either go for a wider swing with the cupped hand or with spread fingers on a flat hand to leave handprints. I went for a short sharp, intense few moments of slapping, then cooled with stroking and patting. Her head had gone down between her shoulders. Her panting rate had increased. She gulped air…but no safe word.

Her backside was red. Hot to touch. Wickedly I used my hand full of fingers spread vertically close to her glistening wetness and flicked again between upper, inner thighs, like the crop had done.

She yelped! Her buttocks clenched. Her butt hole moved in and out.

“Omg!! I’m gonna cum,” she blurted between intense breathing. And she gasped and sighed like she’d had rowed for a ten minute session on the rowing machine.

“Come here,” I said softly.

She turned and put both hands on my shoulders, head down, chest still heaving with a wild mixture of exhilaration and exhaustion.

I kissed the top of her head and slowly stroked her hair. She held on to me like she was frightened of falling. I could feel her legs trembling. She turned her head sideways and rested a cheek on my shoulder.

As she calmed, a little voice whispered, “Thank you.”