I stood in the corner, my arms folded behind me and resting just above the curve of my ass. My hair was pulled back into a high ponytail and my nose was pressed against the wall. I was naked except for the collar around my neck and the socks that reached just above my knees. I didn't move when I heard him enter the room.
"It's time, Baby Girl. You may turn around."
I slowly turned and faced him. He reached out and clipped the leash He held in his hand to the O-ring on my collar.
"Hands and knees."
I did as He commanded and crawled behind him down the hallway, to the playroom and over to the bench. As soon as we stopped He tugged the leash and I rose to my feet. Unclipping it, He turned and put it away as I eyed the bench.
The bench was, in fact, a custom made piece that He had handcrafted specifically for play purposes. Being an engineer, He had used his knowledge and skills to design it. It had all sorts of bells and whistles that allowed him to configure it into different shapes and to shift it into any position He desired. The actual bench was nicely padded and kept me quite comfortable when I was tethered to it. He had even installed several safety mechanisms to ensure my safety in the event something went wrong. An incredible amount of thought and work had been put into it and it was the centerpiece of the playroom.
After He put the leash away, He helped me up on the bench and had me lay face down on it. (Yes, He even installed one of those headrests that allowed me to rest my head and breathe freely). Once I was settled, He fastened the straps around my arms and legs as well as the one across my back, rendering me immobile.
With a push of a button, the bottom half of the bench began to move, spreading my legs open. When they were spread to his liking, He stopped it. I felt the cool air of the room dance across my already damp pussy lips. He pressed another button and the table tilted until I was nearly upright. His feet appeared in my line of vision but I dared not look up until He spoke.
"Look at me Baby Girl."
I raised my eyes and they met his.
"The corner time was the first part of your punishment. Now it's time for the rest. When this is over, all will be forgiven and the matter considered closed. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir," I replied.
I couldn't help the small smile that played across my face. I knew that my punishment was to be a spanking. For me, spankings were a huge turn on and not something I really considered punishment. To me, they were more like foreplay. My small smile wasn't lost on Him; however, I missed the glint in his eye as He returned the smile.
He lowered the table so that I was prone once again. I sensed movement as He walked between my legs and began to knead my plump ass cheeks. I began to relax as He massaged them. A warning bell tinkled in the back of my mind as this wasn't how our spanking sessions usually began. His fingers drifted lower and began to tease the puffy outer lips of my pussy and the thought was quickly lost. Restrained as I was, I could only moan as his fingers parted my lips and found their way inside. I moaned as He dipped two fingers inside my slick channel and then drew them up, spreading my juices around my already throbbing clit. He continued this for several minutes before dipping his fingers inside again. When He withdrew them this time, I whimpered as He began to draw lazy circles around my crinkle.
"That feels good, doesn't it?" He inquired.
"Yes Sir," I answered my voice husky with desire.
"I have a surprise for you. I know how much you enjoy the sting and burn when I spank your naughty little ass, so I've decided to up the ante."
Before his words had fully sunk in I felt something pressing against my anus. His earlier ministrations had the muscles there relaxed and it easily slipped in. Still not thinking clearly due to my heightened state of arousal, I smiled to myself and clenched my rosebud, thinking to myself just how much I love anal play. In a matter of seconds though my smile began to fade as a warm tingling sensation began to spread. I started squirming, though my movement was severely limited by the restraints holding me to the bench. I began to mewl as the sensations grew stronger and more uncomfortable.
"Naughty, naughty girl," He said, slapping an ass cheek. "That's not your butt plug buried in that delightful ass, my dear. If you'll remember, I told you that you will be punished today. A mere spanking isn't sufficient punishment any longer. You enjoy them far too much. What you're experiencing is known as 'figging’. There is a peeled piece of fresh ginger root carved into the shape of a butt plug and that is what is firmly seated in your anus.”
“Clenching your muscles draws the juice out and that is what causes the warm tingling sensation you are feeling,” he continued. “Soon it will turn into a burning sensation and will make you most uncomfortable. I have absolute faith that you'll be able to stand the pain as it will only last 20 minutes or so. By the time the spanking is complete the sensations will have started to fade. However, should you decide it's more than you can endure, you may use your safe word and all activity will stop immediately. I will remove the plug and then we will resume the spanking. Do you understand?"
"Yes Sir," I replied through gritted teeth.
"Relax your muscles and the burn won't be so bad," He said. "Keep that in mind as you receive each blow."
I forced myself to relax my muscles and the burn almost immediately faded into a more tolerable warming sensation. As I relaxed, He picked up his implement of choice, the riding crop and took a few test swings. I heard it whistling through the air and involuntarily clenched my ass cheeks, clamping down on the ginger plug and releasing the juice. The burning sensation was enough to make me cry out.
"Choose wisely, my dear. Either accept the sting of the crop or clench those muscles and feel the burn from the ginger."
I willed myself to relax as the crop whistled through the air before making contact with my ass cheeks. With the first few swats, I found myself clenching my muscles. It didn't take long for me to learn to relax and give in to the feel of the crop as it bit the tender flesh of my ass. I found myself pushing my ass back, meeting the crop as much as my limited range of motion would allow. He quickly caught onto what I was doing, stopped and laid the crop down.
"You seem to be enjoying this just a bit too much," his deep voice rumbled. "It's time for a short break."
With that, He removed the ginger plug from my ass and I listened as his footsteps faded. Soon I heard him return. From the sounds, I could tell He was setting a few things down. He walked over and lightly touched my shoulder. I raised my head and He offered me a straw. I took a few sips of cold water and thanked Him before laying my head back down.
I listened as He moved around the room and then felt him between my legs again. He grazed his nails over the reddened flesh of my ass cheeks. I whimpered as His fingers skimmed my sensitive pussy lips and found my swollen clit. He pinched it between his fingers until I began to squirm.
"Baby Girl you seem to be enjoying your punishment far too much, even with the addition of the ginger. I had anticipated something like that might occur so I have a backup plan. As always if it becomes too much you may use your safe word. Do you understand?"
"Yes Sir," I replied.
I heard the sound of something being unwrapped and then felt pressure against my rosebud. A new ginger plug slipped in easily and almost immediately I noticed the burning sensation was much stronger. Instantly I began to squirm.
"Remember what you learned earlier, my dear. Just relax and the burn won't be quite as intense. It is stronger than the last one, though. This one has been fermenting in the refrigerator for several days."
I did my best to try and relax and after a few minutes, the burning didn't feel quite as strong. He must have sensed that I had calmed a bit. I listened to his moving around before returning to my side.
"Since you enjoyed the crop a little too much earlier, I decided to use a different implement this time. It's the one you haven't experienced before. I know that you can do this for me. As it's your first time, there will only be ten strokes."
As soon as He said "it's the one you haven't experienced before," I knew what He meant. It was the cane. We had talked about it on several occasions, but it was something I was terrified to experience. Just the thought of it had me trembling in fear. Had I not been bound to the bench, I would have bolted from the room.
"Relax. You know I would never do anything that would cause you permanent harm. You also know that I wouldn't do this if I didn't think you were ready. You can do this. I believe in you. Take your punishment and it's done."
I took in a few deep breaths to calm my nerves. He was right. I knew He would never do anything that would cause permanent harm to me. I also knew He wouldn't have brought it up if He didn't think I was ready. I was equally aware of the fact that I had enjoyed the earlier spanking too much and still deserved the proper punishment for my earlier transgression.
"You're right, Sir. I know all those things. I can do this. I will make you proud," I managed in my bravest voice.
"That’s my girl," He said. "Then we shall begin."
The shock of knowing he was going to use the cane had momentarily distracted me from the burning in my bum. As I prepared myself for the cane, I clenched my muscles and felt the burn as the ginger juice oozed from the plug and into my sensitive tissues. That provided enough of a distraction that I didn't flinch until He brought the cane down firmly across my buttocks.
"That one was for practice. Ten more, Baby Girl. Count them out for me."
This time I heard the whoosh as the cane cut through the air before making contact again.
"One," I counted.
Again the cane cut through the air and landed on my ass cheeks.
"Two."
"Three."
"F-f-our."
"F-f-five."
By the fifth strike, I was beginning to sob.
"Please, Sir," I blubbered. "No more. I can't take anymore."
"You've got five left. I know you can do this. I'll only stop if you use your safe word. Do you wish to do so?"
"N-no Sir."
"Finish counting them then."
The cane cut through the air before leaving a trail of fire across my tender buttocks.
"Six."
He aimed the next blow a bit lower and it fell across the crease between my plump cheeks and thighs.