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I arrived at the room and entered. Ruby was on her knees in 'present', and looking roughly beautiful; hair mussed, no makeup, body oiled with perspiration. My blood pressure climbed as my dick hardened. We are overdue for a session....
Closing the door on Interrogation 3, I slowly circled the beautiful Ruby. Head lowered, in perfect position, I lifted her chin to see the deep pools of color in her eyes. I could also see the swirl of emotions in her eyes; excitement, lust, a whisper of fear, delight, discipline. I released her chin, and allowed it to return to position.

"Stand!" And instantly was on her feet, and in 'present'. Her feet (nails a beautiful teal, shaded from side to side. The work of one of her subs, no doubt.) spread wider than her shoulders. Her thighs strong but shivering a little, lips peeking open. Her buttocks firm and lovely, pale. Her firm breasts forced to attention with her arms up and hands locked behind her lovely hair.

Her breaths came in short pants, and it was clear from her jugular that her pulse was racing. Thus, my first action was to calm her. I walked over to an armless chair, and sat. "Ruby, attend me." She came to 'present' in front of me. "Over my lap, right-handed; with a kneepad" protecting her knees; she would need them.

"We will start with a hand-spanking. How many should you receive, slave?"
I could sense instant panic, and knew the dilemma; ask for too little, and a penalty for trying to be too weak; ask for too many and be grilled for other offences not caught.

"As many as you feel appropriate, Sir."

"Nice try, slave. I don't accept indefinite answers for questions like that. Nor are you going to open my mind shield." Two or three minutes passed.

"Sixty strokes, sir." She finally committed to a number, and, surprisingly, it was just about where I was thinking. But I wasn't going to let HER off that easy.

"Sixty, eh? I was thinking more like 100... but I'm feeling charitible today. This is just a minor beginning, though so sixty it is, quick tempo, don't bother counting." The sixty went quickly, about 3 minutes or so. "Stand. Present, no rubbing. Turn away from me." nicely red, still a few hand prints but fading. A middle finger pointing square at the targets; damn, wish my camera was handy.

"Straight ahead to the wall, hands up." Right into the cuffs waiting there. "How do those cheeks feel, Ruby?" as I fasten her into them.

"They are very hot, sir. I'd like to rub them. Aching, but not too deep."

"And what shall we do next, dear Ruby? How would you wish to be beaten? Where? With what?" Again, personalizing this for her. Helping develop decision making. Bullshit: helping ME have fun while she tries to read my mind.

"Punish my back, please Sir? (consider all the 'sir's' in the story capitalized, OK? My shift key sticks now and again) Forty strokes, sir. With a belt, please Sir?"

"Forty with a belt. Seems like a fair number. Can't use my belt OR your belt because neither of us wore one. Let me check the closet here. Ooooh! This one has a metalwork edge all down the sides. What do you think?"

"If it please you, Sir, that might wound me."

"So what? All right, don't cry. Now, here's a nice one; buckles on both ends. But I supposed that one would bother you too. I'll just grab this third one." And that's all she got. No description. No idea. I paused as I slid on my gloves, as I can't do that too long without a blister, and blisters keep me from typing. Ok, two minutes; enough time to marinate in her fear.

"Starting the forty you asked for. None to the spine, none to the kidneys. I'll try and space them out. No sound from you unless I speak to you. Well, nothing more than a hiss or gentle moan, or a penalty is incurred." I walked up closely behind her as quiet as I could and reached for her quim. She was dripping wet, and shaking; either orgasm or fear.

Time to ask a few questions. "Did you know your pussy is wet, Ruby?"

"Yes sir, I did. I orgasmed right before you touched me, sir." Her voice was soft, but somewhat shakey.

"Without asking?" I said in my intimidation voice.

"Sir I didn't know, you never said, I wasn't.."

"Quiet, woman. You're not in trouble. But don't let it happen again without asking. Politely." I quickly wound up and swung, landing one right on the fold of her buttocks and thighs. She grunted with surprise. Two more quick blows to the same spot, and I had a lovely welt. A quick rain of blows evenly down her back took me to twenty-eight.

"Twelve left, Ruby. I'm done with your back, dear. I'll be democratic about this; you get to choose where the next six go." I could imagine her dithering inside. If I choose my thighs, will he as well? Which do I pick?

"Please put the six on my thighs, sir."

I let her wait a bit. "OK, Ruby. Yours will be the last six, then. I'll put mine on your beautiful backside." I did so, in two stacks of three. She had three bright welts on her backside now, and was crying slightly.

She spoke up, "Sir, may I cum now, please?"

"No, you'll have to wait until we change positions." She didn't argue, but the tears kept flowing and her breathing was very heavy.

I loosened her from the wall brackets, and rolled a new table out under the lights. Laying her back on it, it had an incline to push her breasts forward and allowed her head to either tip back or lay on a pillow. For now it was the pillow. her arms were up and out on some adjustable angle boards, and her two legs were pulled up so the knee was bound waist high. Her ankles rested in fabric loops, keeping them out of the way.

"Now, Ruby my love, A few special treats. First, a blindfold; I want this to be fun.

"Next, a couple of earplugs. I don't want you to hear where I walk to. And finally, another brace behind your shoulders, to keep those pretties presented and ready. I figured to give you a little break today, so you wouldn't hurt too bad all in a row. Did you notice the bottom of this has little.... indentations.... to hold your bottom? A little extra support. Plus this lovely strap around your waist so you don't slip around has a strap which comes up between your legs. Hmm? Is it upside down? OH, you mean those little posts all over, pushing into you? No, those are supposed to be there. And under those sore cheeks... I'll just turn this handle here and expose all those little posts there as well. And did you notice? It even has a small penetrator to irritate your clit. Now we'll take about 10 minutes for you to relax, so I can sit down for a minute."

I only waited about 3 minutes, to screw up her time sense. The room had no timepiece except my wristwatch, so she'll think it was longer.

Removing the crotch strap, returning the posts to their hiding place, I asked her if she still needed to cum?

"No, Sir. Please continue with my belting, Sir." Hmmm I think she's getting anxious.

I used the control to move her head lower, still on the pillow, and went to the head end. I'd read about someone doing this recently (and it sounded like fun), so I lowered my shorts and placed my penis in her mouth... just at the correct angle so she could make mouth love to the head and first inch or so beyond. As soon as she was well at it, I gave her her final six belt strokes; right down the fold of each side, 3 each. A sharp breath on number five, then a sigh of relief, otherwise nothing. Soundly in sub-space, it seemed.

Without moving I took a little slapper, cutely-cut in the shape of a tiny hand. Twenty of those on each tit and I was getting close. Withdrawing, I asked her, "Ruby, are you ready to cum now?"

Her voice was heavy with lust, dark with need. "Please Sir, I need to cum so badly."

"And what would you like me to do about it?"

"Use something to hit my clit. Anything. Please, Sir, send me over the edge!"
One tiny flick with the slapper, right on her clit tip. She surged so hard, she nearly ripped the straps loose. The orgasm continued to cycle, up, down,up. During a down, I released her arms and waist strap, unhooked her ankles, and lifted her to the bed. I moved on top of her, sliding into her wet cunt until I hit the cervix. Her muscles grabbed my cock and held on for dear life. Grasping her head, I french kissed her; she came again as our tongues touched. My hands slid to her beautiful bosom, massaging her pain away and playing with her nipples. As she came yet again, I regained control of my dick, and rolled her over onto her hands and knees. I slid in and out of her soft, wet cave, again feeling the grip there. Sliding the handle of the slapper in her cunt, I slid into her ass, slowly, carefully, and fully lubed. Moving slowly, she got into the timing of the movement and exploded yet again, just as I did.

Unsure whether she was done, my hand slid to her clit and gently massaged; two or three more cums and she, too, collapsed. I rolled beside her, and we cuddled and talked. A few more kisses, and we fell asleep in each other's arms.