The Exposure

   “Good. I want you in the bedroom, naked, kneeling in the middle of the room. You will wait for me. Any questions?”

   She shook her head.

   “Words, Meagan.”

   “No, Sir. I have no questions.”

   He nodded his head in acknowledgment and unlocked the front door, holding it open for her to pass. He didn’t tell her how long it would be before he entered the bedroom. He didn’t want her to know. He wanted her to anticipate it. Think about it. He wanted her body and soul to hum in anticipation of what he was going to do.

   She made her way down the hall and disappeared into his bedroom. Leaving her with her thoughts for now, he went to the kitchen and got a glass of water. While he drank it, he checked his voice messages and his e-mail. He decided to leave his clothes on for now. Glancing at the clock, he saw that about twenty minutes had passed. Plenty of time for Meagan’s mind to be in a tailspin.

   He entered his bedroom quietly, and was pleased to find her waiting the way he had asked. Though she was not facing him, she knew the minute he walked in the door. Her body tensed slightly and her breathing hitched, just a bit.

   “Why are you here this afternoon, Meagan?”

   “I disobeyed you last night, Sir.”

   “How?”

   Yes, he thought, answering the question in her head. I’m going to make you say it.

   Her hands fisted. This wasn’t a position she was used to, nor was it one she liked. Neither of which mattered to him at the moment. Today was a lesson. One she would not forget. He would see to it.

   But she still didn’t answer. “Tell me, Meagan. Now. Your delay will only make things worse.”

   “I disobeyed you, Sir. You told me not to come and I did.”

   “I wonder,” he said, “what you would do in this situation, to one of your subs. How would you handle it?”

   “So far, Sir, the exact way you are.”

   “I don’t issue commands lightly. And I don’t think I give too many of them. However, I do expect that when I give one, it is obeyed. Do you understand?”

   “Yes, Sir.”

   “Tell me what you should have done last night.” This was something he normally did before he disciplined a sub. To reiterate the wrongdoing as well as the expected behavior.

   “After we said our good-byes”—she spoke softer than normal, perhaps a little worried now that she was in his bedroom—“I should have gone straight to bed and not touched myself. And I most definitely should not have made myself come.”

   “I don’t enjoy this part of play,” Luke said, which was the truth. There were those Doms who did, but he was not one of them. However, it was necessary on occasion. “I would much rather you be here for pleasure. And I’m sure you feel the same.”

   He didn’t pose it as a question and she didn’t answer. He waited a few more minutes, letting the silence and the gravity of the situation sink further into her consciousness. And to allow them both time to get into the needed headspace.

   “I want you to stand and bend over the bed.”

   She moved quickly and got into position. He half expected some smart-ass comment and the fact there was none spoke volumes. Good. She was taking this seriously.

   When she was in position, he came up behind her. He lightly stroked her bottom and was surprised that she didn’t flinch. “We’ll start with my hand and go from there. No need to count.”

   Her faint nod was all he got in acknowledgment. Frankly, it was all he expected, since he hadn’t asked her a question.

   She was tense; it was obvious in the way she held herself, the way she didn’t move under his touch. “This will be easier if you relax,” he said. Which she knew, of course, being a switch and having played both roles.

   She took a deep breath and her muscles relaxed slightly. Without waiting for her to do more, he started to spank her. Lightly at first, just warming up her skin. It would almost be pleasurable, if she didn’t know what was coming next. But of course she did, and her body anticipated it.

   He slipped his hand between her legs, feeling the wetness there. So she wasn’t completely scared; her body betrayed her. There was a part of her that liked this.

   “Such a naughty girl,” he whispered. He gave her butt a pinch. “This turns you on, doesn’t it?”

   “I think that much is obvious, Sir.”

   He chuckled. “Still a bit cheeky, I see.”

   “Sorry, Sir. I can’t help it. It just comes out.”

   “Yes. And that’s one of the reasons I like playing with you so much.” It was true—he liked her feisty nature, her sass and spunk. He didn’t want that to change, didn’t want to change her.

   He didn’t say anything else, but started again with her spanking. This time going a bit harder, alternating his strokes, so they didn’t land in the same spot. Gradually, her pale skin grew pink and then redder as he continued. He could tell when the strokes began to hurt, because she started flinching slightly.

   “What did you do last night?” he asked.

   “I disobeyed you about coming.” Her voice was tight, as if she spoke through her teeth.

   “And what happens when you disobey?” He punctuated his question with another slap.

   “I wind up bent over your bed and not in a good way.” She paused just a moment. “Sir.”

   “Oh yes.” He couldn’t help but laugh. “I do like your spunk.”

   He picked up the paddle he’d laid out earlier. She hadn’t seen it, so it would be unexpected. He struck her ass with it once and she grunted. Twice and she winced. He added more, stopping when he felt she’d had enough. She was breathing heavily when he put the paddle down, but remained perfectly still. That was, until he ran a hand between her legs.