**

I used a soft leather paddle on her ass first — firm, rhythmic strikes that turned her cheeks a deep, glowing red. Every smack made her cry out and leak more slick down her thighs.

While I paddled her, I pushed two fingers back into her pussy, pumping them in time with the strikes.

By the time I stopped, she was sobbing with need, begging incoherently.

I released her from the suspension, laid her on her back on the padded bench, and secured her wrists and ankles again, spreading her wide open.

This was where I lost the last of my restraint.

I climbed between her thighs, rubbed the...