"Mmmm... Baby, lay down so I can tie you up."

He tilted his head away so he could look up and meet my eyes. It was the look I'd come to know was serious.

"I'll give you a spanking, and I know you like spankings."

He bit into my nipple, pulling at it with his teeth. I rubbed my thighs together and he slid his hand up under me to grab my ass. We'd been spending the afternoon like lazy lovers, slowly losing layers of clothes with slow licking and sucking. He ended the moment by getting up, moving back off the end of the bed.

"C'mon, turn over, show me that pretty ass you little cocksucker."

I gave him a sulky look and sat up; my hair was mussed from being rubbed against the pillows for so long. To spite him I ran my fingers through it to smooth it down.

"You and that damn hair. You'd sink on the Titanic standing around and messing with it."

He grabbed my ankles and gave me a warning tug down the bed. If I didn't do it, he'd do it for me. I relented and turned over; he took all the pillows off the bed and tossed them into the floor. It was followed by the comforter and vibrator.

"Put your legs together, slut."

He leaned across the bed, giving me a hint that it was going to be something new. I put my legs together and he tied them together at the ankles, then at my knees. I wiggled and squirmed while he pinched whatever soft flesh he could get a hold of. "Hands over your head whore."

They were some kind of black strap that dug into my skin; my ankles ached by the time he reached my wrists. His hands wandered, caressing from my shoulder blades down to my ass. He lay down beside me, discarding the cord and scissors to wrap an arm around me.

"Now for the spanking."

I watched him cross the room and slide open the closet, opening wide enough for me to see.

"Which one should I choose babe? Do you like the black one?"

"No."

"MMm... The black one it is."

"But you said you wouldn't use that one again--"

"SShh... Quiet. Such a dumb little slut."

He picked up a pair of my panties off the floor, rubbing the silky cloth between his fingers. I closed my mouth and put my teeth together. He sat down beside me like a father checking his sick child's forehead for a fever, except his fingers pinched my nose shut.

"Be a good girl."

I gasped for breath, he shoved the panties into my mouth. I could taste myself on them, pungent and sweet. He busied himself ripping the seam out of one of my undershirts and tying it as a gag around my head. I wiggled and squirmed; he knew I disliked being unable to safe word.

"If you tried to get away like that, you'd look like a caterpillar. A cum guzzling little bug."

I closed my eyes, more angry than scared. The belt was cruel though, he'd bought it as a joke in some second hand shop. It had small silver studs down its length, the same kind they have on dog collars. That day he'd enjoyed looping it around my neck and leading me around the living room.

The first contact with it across my ass made me involuntarily arch my back, a whimper escaping through the cloth in my mouth. I could hear his breathing quicken, then him sharply inhaling as I tensed up in anticipation of the next stroke. Two more followed before I felt his fingers probing between my thighs, spreading the wetness there to my ass.