Smoke rose silently from my cigarette, curling now and then as it wafted towards the ceiling above. Some idiot inside the flat screen babbled on about a third world country in need of our support and my coffee grew colder by the second, but I wasn't tuned in to those things. Instead I concentrated on the soft clicking noise as the bedroom doorknob slowly turned. You could just see it stop and then the slightest vertical crack began to widen, as the door swung inward on old but reliable hinges.

Thoughts ran through my mind as I wondered what she was thinking...or if she was thinking at all. It would better for her if she just went along with the plan of course, but I knew the rebellious part of her brain would struggle with compliance even as her outline took shape in the doorway.

The filtered light didn't quite reach the end of the long hallway, only increasing as one made their way towards the front of the house. Approaching, taking one step at a time as she was off balance, she kept her arms slightly out from her sides...brushing the painted walls with her fingertips.

Her pace was slowed; each step taken gingerly since she obviously wasn't used to walking on such high heels, her eyes being tightly wrapped by the leather blindfold was only adding to her apprehension. The outfit I'd selected for her proved to be a solid choice, and I studied its fit as the light gradually revealed it from toe to head.

Black gladiator-style boots with their tight criss-crossing laces encased her legs from just below the kneecap to the tip of a 5-inch heel. They accentuated her thinly muscled legs, magically lengthening them and had an amazing effect on her round little rump, too.

I watched her hips sway leisurely back and forth beneath the dark, shiny vinyl skirt that just covered her most private of parts, to the way they caused her perky breasts to jostle seductively about. Not finding the proper top to encase those 36-B beauties, I'd decided to leave them as Mother Nature had, completely unfettered by restrictions.

The combination of the cool air conditioning, her own physical anticipation and the indefinite possibilities that lay ahead had brought both of her nipples to protrude proudly atop each of her gloriously firm globes. Long, red tresses bordered her face and fell down her back, stopping somewhere below her lowest ribs. If I had to guess her age without already knowing it, I'd put her at about 30, but in fact I knew she was only 23.
I reflected back to when this subject matter had been first brought up, and now wondered how many second thoughts filled the gorgeous red head standing before me. Unfamiliar to us in the beginning, we'd discovered something within ourselves that we couldn't back away from was too late now. We wanted to see how far the other would take things and I suspected she knew I'd not be the one to back down.

No matter, there was the safe-word and it could be used at any time. Well, any time there wasn't something cutting off her ability to speak that is. That thought was what brought me out of my dazed appreciation and centered my attention on the first of many issues at hand. "Stop right there," I said in a commanding tone, "your outfit is not complete."

She stumbled for a second and then found her balance. "These were all I found in the bedroom," she said with both a smirk and a queried look. I flicked off the TV and sent power to the stereo, startling her with the loud rock music.

"I have some things to complete the look we're trying to achieve," was all I said as I approached her, the items lying on the coffee table she could not see. I did a mental inventory of items that were in another part of the house, they would be revealed to her in due course. "Hold still as I put them on."

When the fur-lined cuffs were fastened to each of her wrists, she felt the cold steel ring each had sticking out from it, and just how secure they were. I didn't think she understood why I also needed each of her ankles to have one, but she would soon enough.

I could see by looking up as I attached them that she had disobeyed the instruction by leaving her cotton panties on when she went to change; she was aware of the consequences and I silently wondered whether or not it was intentional. Next came the 6-inch length of chain that was used to secure her hands behind her back. She felt me fasten something around her neck, but as far as I could tell she knew not what it was for, only that it was three to four inches high and stiff.

After making a small adjustment to the next thing I wanted to apply to her body, I stood in front of her and saw my own hand shake...just a bit. Nay, it wasn't fear cursing through my body, but adrenaline. I spoke so she could clearly hear me. "What is your name?"

"You know my name is Kristin," she answered before she giggled slightly.

It was what I had expected for an answer. "From now on, as long as you are under my control you will be known as Kristy. Kristy The Slut," I said as if it were a title. "Do you understand?" I asked.

"Yeah, sure," she said with another smirk. Obviously she was not taking this game seriously or she was testing me, either way she needed to do both.

I reached out with what I held in my hands, letting the small steel teeth of a clamp snap shut on her right nipple.

"OW! Holy fuck!" she yelped.

As she tried to step back I reached behind to the small of her back, pulling her forward into me and said, "You will answer ‘Yes Sir' or ‘No Sir' when spoken to, and you will tell me your new name, got it?"

A few seconds went by as she thought this whole thing over and since I wanted to play my role well, I let the other clamp snap down on her left nipple, "Answer me now or else," I hissed into her left ear.

"Y, yes Sir. My, my name is Kristy," she said in a more subdued tone of voice. "Is that what you want, Sir?"

I tugged on the steel links that joined the two clamps, causing an unknown amount of increased pain to her now blood-red knobs. "I ask the questions, not you Kristy! I give the orders, you carry them out and you better hope you do them correctly. If not you will be punished and then if I am not too pissed off, I may allow you to try again.
Understand?"

"Yes Sir, I understand," she answered as she nodded her head.

I turned, picked up the remote and lowered the music a little. I had put the volume up so that if she cried out a passing neighbor wouldn't accidentally hear her. I felt confident that wasn't going to be a worry anymore. After that I picked up a four-foot training leash and attached it to the collar I'd put around her neck.

"Follow me," was all I said as I led her to the back of the house...and down the basement steps. The steps were tricky for her in those high heels but she managed, and after all it wasn't like I was trying to make her fall. I wanted to hurt her of course, but not with a trip to the hospital.

When we reached my workshop I guided her to the end of a sturdy bench and then took off the leash. I didn't think I needed the collar anymore, but left it on just for psychological effect. Next I took the chain off her wrist cuffs, told her to stretch out her arms and bend forward.

"I'm going to secure you to this bench now, Kristy," I said in a stern voice. She hesitated but obeyed; I held her wrist cuffs one by one to the rings I'd bolted through the bench before snapping a carabineer between them. There was a little play but for all intensive purposes her upper body was tightly held down to the bench top. Then I simply knelt down, forced her ankles close to the four by four legs of the bench and clipped them in a similar fashion to I-bolts just above the floor.

Lastly I went to the opposite side of the bench and adjusted the angle of a tall mirror I'd positioned there to reflect her stretched body in. Then back to the end where her rump was displayed to adjust a smaller mirror, as well. Now I could clearly see her whole body from anywhere in the room, just by looking in the mirrors!

I walked across the basement and adjusted a couple of things I'd meant to do before hand, but plain forgotten about in all the excitement.

With that taken care of I went to a tall storage unit and unlocked both steel doors, letting them swing until they stood open. I could see a lot of bare spaces, silently wishing I'd had more ‘toys' to play with but thinking ‘you have to start somewhere' to myself. I selected the two items that I required and returned to stand next to Kristy.

She was breathing heavier now from all the excitement, grinding her clamped nipples into the heavy wooden top that her tits were forced in to and listening intensely for what I might do next. "Kristy, you came here by your own free will, didn't you," I asked.

"Yes sir, I did."

"You've agreed to let me do anything I want to you without holding me responsible, is that correct?"

"Yes sir, I have." With that I flipped the skirt completely up onto her back from behind, exposing her luscious ass to the light mounted above. "Tell me one more time, what it is you most want me to do, Kristy."

"I want to be spanked, Sir."

"You've wanted someone to spank you for a long time, haven't you? Tell me about that, won't you?"

"I've had a desire to be spanked hard for as long as I can remember, Sir; over and over until my butt is sore. When I was in high school I'd do things wrong at home just so my daddy would use his hand on my bottom. Then I'd run off to my room and touch myself. They thought I was crying but really I was moaning from feeling the heat of his hands on me. Just thinking about it makes me so wet and horny!"

I stood directly behind her and was getting hard myself while staring at her now upturned butt as it thrust out from the edge of the bench. But I had to fight my personal urges to drop my pants and use her for my own satisfaction. Later I was counting on giving my balls some much needed relief, but for now business had to come first.

"Do you usually make yourself cum while thinking about being spanked?" I asked her.

"Oh yes, sir! It always makes me cum! Sometimes more than once and sometimes..." her voice trailed off into silence as she felt the tip of a pair of scissors slowly tracing a line up her left leg.

"Kristy, what did I tell you to do upstairs in the bedroom?"

"You told me to change into what was on the bed, and I did."

"You forgot to call me ‘sir' again!" I'd yelled so loudly she tried to jump from my voice, which wasn't easy considering her current predicament! Then in the same tone as before I asked, "Why are you wearing these panties, Kristy?"

Her hesitation to answer me told me why. I ran my fingers beneath the fabric, lifting it and pulling it together as the edge of the scissors rose to her left buttock.

"You assumed I'd forgotten to leave you some when I wanted you to be bare-assed, don't you see?" Without waiting for an answer I hoarsely whispered, "Let me remove them for you now," as I swiftly cut the crotch and waistband from her body and threw the cotton rag over her face. I enjoyed the thought of her breathing in the aroma of her own excitement.

I stepped over to the storage unit, grabbed a couple more items as I set down the scissors and returned to her side. While trying to control my excitement but feeling that very control slipping away just a bit, I proved to be the one not to hesitate. I raised the large wooden paddle and brought it downward through the air with more force than I'd planned on using and felt it firmly making contact with her solid right ass-cheek! The sound it made with that connection was louder than I had imagined it would be, even echoing off the cement block walls that surrounded us.

Kristy was so caught off guard I watched as she opened her mouth to scream, but heard nothing but the sound of her sucking air escape from her. When I raised the glossy pine paddle high above my head and returned it back down onto her left cheek, I swore I heard the wood make a cracking sound, fully expected it to split apart in my hand. But instead it held together as Kristy finally caught her breath and squealed painfully, "OH, Mother-fucker!"

Don't know why but hearing her scream in a mixture of surprise and pain made me smile, giving me a renewed sense of energy. I redoubled my efforts to hold the paddle at just the right angle and spank her lovely ass repeatedly as she yelped and hollered between the sounds of an overdue punishment finally being administered!

"Go ahead," I told her at one point, "yell all you want, Slut. No one can hear you down here. I'm not going to stop until I'm damn good and ready!"

It was then that she said the wrong thing, for I was up to that point perfectly content to keep spanking her ass and thighs until my arm fell off. But no, she actually shouted at me, "Please don't; this is what I want!"

I thought to myself ‘Damn it, she's getting too much pleasure from this.' So I threw the paddle aside, grabbed a bottle of water and stepped back to take a break.

After slamming half the bottle I heard her ask, "What'd you stop for? It's just beginning to burn the way I like it!"

"Well, Kristy, the time for pleasure must be put aside for now and the time for your punishment is here. You see, a number of times you failed to answer properly, or you spoke before being spoken to, and of course there's that issue of wearing unapproved clothing. If we're ever going to continue this game we've started then I think there must be punishment for breaking rules, don't you think?"

"No sir, I don't think that's a good rule at all," she remarked in a smart-assed way. I noticed her panties were now on the wood her face rested against.

"Too bad because I make the rules," I quipped back to her as I approached again.

I looked over her reddened backside and wondered how in the world she was begging for more. It made my own ass hurt just looking at hers. It was also very apparent how she was affected by the treatment because I could see how wet and glistening her pussy was. Her moistened lips were puffy and leaking clear juices that had begun to slide down her long legs towards the tops of those black boots she wore.

"Please spank me some more, Sir, and I'll let you fuck me!"

"You'll let me fuck you? You're hardly in the position to say no, now are you?"

"Well, I could use the safe word...and then you'd have to let me go," she said.

"Yes, I suppose that is one of the rules and we are trying to stick to the rules. That being said, I think ten good swats is a good ‘general punishment' for you, with an extra five for the panties. Unless you want to go home, that is?"

She quickly agreed, "No, no, sir, I want the fifteen more swats. Please hurry up, sir."

If she knew the thoughts in my head she would've said the safe word right there and ran the hell home. Before she could begin to think about it any further, I went to the bench in front of her head and picked up a small ball-gag.

"Kristy my slut," I whispered in her left ear, "I'm going to cover your mouth so you cannot scream during your final swats, but I'll make you a deal, too." At first she'd started to squirm but now waited impatiently to hear the deal. "I'll uncover your eyes and let you watch, but instead of talking you'll only be able to moan and groan."

"OK," she answered without a second thought.

Quickly I slid the ball inside her mouth, pulling the thin straps through her soft, red curls to fasten it behind her head. While back there I tugged on the leather laces that held the blindfold over her bright green pupils, and watched as she squinted and blinked, her eyes slowly growing accustomed to the bright lights. I saw her watching me, checking me out from head to toe in my tight blue jeans and crisp white t-shirt. I laughed when she spent a few seconds longer than needed, staring at the large bulge in my pants!

"Well let's move along, now shall we? I know your arms and legs must be getting tired of being held like this," I said as I went to stand next to her in the ‘spanking position' again. "If you look into the mirror directly in front of you, you'll see that you can watch as the blows connect with your flesh, just as I can see the expression on your face at the same time."

"Now then, I'll be administering fifteen swats for your punishment, as you've agreed to. Don't worry, since you obviously can't count them aloud for me, I'll count for both of us." Kristy started to squirm a great deal, even pulling at her bindings and making a great deal of noise when I picked up the leather riding crop. "What's that slut? So sorry, I can't make out what you're trying to say."

Those skinny little riding crops sure do whistle when you swing them through the air with some force behind them now don't they! ‘CRACK' was the sound of it as it marked the top of her left cheek, and ‘CRACK' again it sang as the right one got a matching stripe!

"Oh so sorry, that was two. And here are three, and four, and five... if this is hurting too much you can always give me the safe word, my Slut!" I could see her tear filled eyes watching me, and watching as the switch left its marks on her sweet ass. Fifteen solid stripes across her ass, each about a half inch apart from each other. A fine job of punishment if I did say so myself!

I went to the cabinet and got some medical spray, returning to the sounds of her opening crying. "Now this is going to sting a bit," I chuckled and then remarked on the pun I'd made. The spray came out in a thin foam and must've worked quite well as she quieted down almost immediately. I went back up to her ear and spoke, "Now you know you had that coming, but if you're very upset I will understand."

I undid the fastener and she spat out the rubber gag. I waited for the onslaught of vulgarity that was sure to follow her catching her breath, but instead she only looked up me and muttered three words, "Fuck me, Sir."

I wished with every fiber of my soul that I could oblige Kristy of that, but alas I could not and so explained to her as I began releasing her from the cuffs which held her in place: "Kristy, err...I mean Kristen. You know I cannot fuck you even though it may be both of our wishes right now. Perhaps in the future if everyone agreed with it, then I
wouldn't hesitate, but you know you're only asking me to now because of the circumstances. I mean, what about Tristan...this whole thing was her wish right?"

"I don't give a shit about her, she may be my big sister and she may have asked you to do this as a way of fulfilling her own sick need to see me punished, but it's not like you two are married. I know you're making a tape of this, too! That's why you needed the mirrors. So keep filming you releasing me and after I walk out of the room you can pound my aching pussy until we both cum!"

She fell into my arms as I helped back upstairs and into the shower. When the water was running not too hot, I went back down to the workshop and began cleaning up. After a minute or two I went to where the camera was hidden, shut it off and then went back up.

While in my bedroom I stood looking at a framed photo of Kristen's big sister and my current girlfriend, Tristan. She also had an amazing body that gave men whiplash all the time, but deep down Tristan was a complete bitch, whereas Kristen (her younger sister by seven years) had the sweetest personality a guy could ever hope for. And now I knew she had a kinky side that was just waiting to be explored as well.

I suddenly sensed something and turned towards the door. There stood Kristen, wrapped in a towel with her long red curls dripping onto my wood floor. "Well, Jonathan," she said using my full name, "I see you're contemplating a decision that could affect both of our futures. Whatever you decide I'll stick to, but I need to know one way or the
other right now."

I went over to her, pulling her by the waist against my body with one hand and lifted the other towards her face. When I realized I was still holding the picture of Tristan in it, I answered the question in Kristen's eyes by dropping her sister's photo into the trash can, before grasping her jaw and pulling her in for the first passionate kiss of our lifetime.

Her towel fell to the floor, quickly followed by every stitch of clothing I had on, and then we both fell into my bed. Kristen was much to sore for me to mount her from above and take the good pounding she'd begged for...so I eagerly laid on my back and allowed her to lower her gushingly tight snatch down onto my thick, throbbing 9 inch cock.

When she finally managed to get all of me inside herself, she slowly rode me up and down while doing a slow grind that sent me through the roof. I felt the tip of my dick hitting the top of her womb and she told me that while she was used to fucking, no one had ever reached that far inside her yet. I guess we were a great match, after all.

I'd love to tell you we fucked like animals for the rest of the day, but in truth we were both so worked up that in a matter of a few more minutes Kristen began twisting my nipples and screaming, "I'm gonna cum cum, oh god, you're gonna make me cum!"

I could do nothing to hold back as I felt the first of many jets of my seed begin to shoot from my shaft like a machine gun, and we simultaneously had the first orgasm of our new life together. Just before she stopped thrashing around I reached up and unclasped the clamps that were still (unbelievably) attached to her pendulous breasts that hung above me.

Much to her delight the sudden rush of blood pumping back into her raw nipples sent her over the edge once more.