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all of the actual power. It was an incredible
aphrodisiac, knowing she ultimately determined how far this
powerful man could go. If she used the safeword, he had to stop.
There was no greater proof of his love, to her mind.
    He slid the door open and removed a
length of rope, which he quickly used to bind her hands and then
her feet, leaving a length of rope between the bound appendages
that left little room for her to maneuver. He picked her up and
dropped her on the bed on her side. She scooted up until she was on
her back, pushing with her tied feet and using her hands splayed
under her ass to balance herself, her legs held tightly together.
Defying him openly. The rule was to lay how he dropped her. A blaze
of electricity went through his eyes before he marshaled himself
under control. She wanted to be punished, he knew, for the things
she had said in the car, and possibly for her eating and weight
issues to begin with. But that wasn't his job, here and now; his
job was to punish her defiance and he couldn't wait to get started.
He stripped his clothes off quickly and returned to the task at
hand.
    He selected the riding crop from an
array of whips hung neatly in the back of the closet. A small chest
of drawers held other apparatus and devices they sometimes used but
today, a whipping was all he had in mind. He approached the bed
where she still sat on her ass in flagrant disobedience. Sometimes
she lost her nerve and complied before he got back to the bed. He
went easier on her, those times. Not today. He placed a knee on the
side of the bed and showed her the riding crop. She didn't look
away from his eyes at the whip in his hand but her eyes were full
of her need. With a swift movement, he sat on the edge of the bed
and hauled her over his lap by her arm until her round ass was
situated precisely where he wanted it. The rope connecting her
hands and feet was wedged between her ass cheeks, presenting a
lovely sight for his enjoyment. He put the crop down on the bed and
smacked her ass with his strong hands but she didn't make a sound.
He put a little more power into it but she was still silent. Good
girl.
    He picked up the crop and let it fly
at her right ass cheek, already red from the attention of his hand.
He didn't give it everything he had, because he knew he could
seriously injure her, but he made sure she felt it. She screamed
finally, a release of emotions she couldn't gain from simply crying
under the covers, a sound of pure anguish mingled with relief. He
struck her a dozen more times in rapid succession, alternating
between each side, laying tiger stripes across her beautiful ass
until he couldn't wait anymore. He flung her back on the bed on her
stomach, her hands and feet still bound. He loomed behind her,
holding her down with a hand on the small of her back while he
moved the rope with his free hand. He plunged into her, hard,
punishing her and spanking her sore ass while he rode her. She
shrieked into the bed sheets, a sound of pain and pleasure as he
kept driving into her. Every blow to her punished flesh felt like
absolution; every piercing stab in her belly was her penance for
what she had said, for what she became, and for what was to come.
Without warning, the pain crested into the most absolute pleasure
the human body can feel and she rode her orgasms as they peaked
over her again and again. Her muscles clamped around Joe's
pistoning flesh and he could finally hold back no longer; he surged
into her one last time, gripping her bruised ass cheeks tightly in
his hands as he poured himself into her and relished the sounds of
her cries.
    He stayed inside of her for a few
moments while he untied her hands and feet. He threw the rope off
the side of the bed and the riding crop followed soon behind. He
carefully lowered her legs to the bed and massaged them, making
sure she wouldn't get cramps. Only then did he finally slide from
between her thighs and grab the blankets from the floor where
they'd landed.