Sub frenzy (M/f, heavy bondage, spanking)

Jane wasn't going anywhere.

She was lying on my bed, naked and exposed, knees bent and her ass high in the air. She was held in place by two spreader bars I'd bought just for tonight. One reached from ankle to ankle, while the second was nestled up against the bend in her knees and was holding her wrists at her sides. I looked at her face, and green eyes peered back at me over a leather muzzle that concealed her entire face below the nose.

"Last chance to speak up," I said, and I laughed at my own joke. The fact that Jane -- this blonde beauty with the loud, annoying voice -- found it a turn-on to be kept quiet, was one of the greatest discoveries of my life. We'd gone from mutually aggravated co-workers to fuck buddies overnight, and now this.

Things only had accelerated after I'd bought her the muzzle to wear during our trysts. We'd started incorporating other elements of bondage, but tonight's event was plunging us deeper than ever into this bizarre world.

She had asked for it in explicit detail Wednesday in an even more explicit email. After a long, careful conversation following work that evening in which we laid out every expectation, every line not to cross, every boundary that could be pushed, we'd finally reached an agreement.

“Please,” she had told me. “I need this.”

And now she was here on the bed in her East Witherspoon apartment, her kinkiest wish yet, about to come true.

I took the hairbrush from atop her dresser and ran it gently from the top of her the back of it down o her ass. It was made from maple wood, smooth and solid and as Jane felt it, she shivered. Her eyes flicked up at me, wide and watchful over the edge of the muzzle.

I took her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. She squeezed back, the signal to go.

The brush landed on her ass with a sharp smack, and Jane made a muffled cry into the gag as her body bucked uselessly against the restraints. I stared at her pale ass. Already I could see the skin turning pink where I had spanked her, and I was just getting started.

"That was one." I hit her again, on the other cheek. "Two."

I spanked her with the hairbrush again and again as the count grew higher and her skin turned a deep red. When I reached twenty I paused to soothe the burning with ice and to run my hands along the sides of her trembling thighs.

"You're doing so well," I whispered. "You're so quiet."

And then it was back to the spanking. By the time I paused again, at 40, tears were running down Jane's face and she was beginning to sob. I took her hand and felt her squeeze. Twenty more it was., By the time we reached 60 her backside was raw and burning. Jane flinched as I applied the ice, and her pillow was soaked from the tears she had been crying, but when I took her hand she squeezed mine the hardest she had done yet.

I pulled down my pants and knelt naked behind her. She was ready. I took Jane from behind and fucked her while she moaned in pleasure.

When it was all over, I held Jane on the bed, wrapped in a sheet, and fed her the remaining ice chips. She would wince and make a pained noise at intervals as she shifted uncomfortably. The muzzle gag and brush lay on her dresser while the spreader bars lay on the floor.

"You did so well," I whispered as I stroked her hair. "You're going to be sore tomorrow."

Streaked with sweat and drying tears,, Jane said nothing for the longest time. But before she fell asleep in my arms, I heard her whisper.

“I needed that so much.”