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He stood looking over her dress. He walked over, pulling at the fabric over her abs, saying, “Didn’t I tell you when we are alone, you’re to not have those on. Take it off. Now. Leave the heels. I like those. I think for the rest of the evening you can be quiet again. Another lesson in listening.”

Removing his jacket, belt, and tie while rolling up his sleeves; he circled her once more. Gage went over and put his belt on the side chair with the ottoman. Isis swallowed hard with a gulp, seeing he seemed very intent on having the belt in a specific spot.

Isis hesitantly removed the bodycon dress she had changed into on the plane. Holding her garments in her hand, she shivered.

Gage looked her over, smiling a devilish grin. He knew he was intimidating her, and it was exhilarating. He didn’t want her first punishment to scare her, but he was going to enjoy making his mark. He had imagined it so many times.

Trailing his fingers down the side of her arm, he felt the goosebumps form over her smooth skin. He kissed her cheek and instructed her what to do next. “Take those clothes to my room down the hall. From now on you will sleep with me. Come to me when you’re done.”

Like a kid in trouble, she sulked away. What was he planning to do?

When she came back, she was feeling cold and wrapped her arms around herself unconsciously. Not saying a word, she did her best to let him take the lead.

“Drop those hands and get over here. Sit on the ottoman in front of me. Good... that’s my girl. Oh, so now you listen to me, huh? Only when I make you vulnerable, do you listen?” He spoke in more sexy, stern tones.

She whispered, “Sorry to speak Sir, but I’m ccccold.”

Isis’s lips were turning blue, and her body was shivering so violently he was sure she was hypothermic. He had forgotten how he kept the temperatures low in his home.

“It’s okay, baby. Here. Take my jacket.” He placed the blazer over her shoulders. “If you ever feel uncomfortable like that, you can speak and let me know. Punishment though, that’s different. Pain and pleasure, remember that. Speaking of punishment.”

With an evil grin, he took her hand, quickly leaning her over his lap. She wriggled, not knowing what he was doing. A quick slap came across her bottom made her fully aware.

“OHH!” she winced.

She understood this was her punishment. Remembering he enjoyed spanking she took a sharp breath. With another slap, her hand flew back to grab her bottom, her body dangling over his lap. He chuckled slightly, seeing her surprise. She looked at him with an angry look in her eyes, and he reached for the belt and took the leather end.

“Remember, I won’t hurt you. This is the only pain you will feel with me. You will learn not to defy me. Now put those hands down.”

Another quick, playful slap came harder this time. She felt the leather of the belt lap across her bottom with a slight sting, but not hurting. A breath escaped her, and she bit her lip, trying to not cry out in the best way.

“You like that, don’t you? You wanted it. You asked for it. That’s why you didn’t give me what I wanted. You were testing me.”

His words excited her. She relaxed and lifted her bottom, needing more. The last slap sent waves of pleasure right to her center, and she wanted to feel the leather tease her core.

“Oooo... baby. That’s right... take it.”

Another slap came, and she grabbed his leg, squeezing lightly, trying to control herself. Her legs shaking and her core was dripping wet. He dropped the leather belt, and she felt him smooth his rough hand over the already red sore spot on her bottom. While he soothed the spot to relax her, she lifted her bottom to allow him better access.

Gage lightly kissed the spot as cold chills came over her. Admiring his mark across her porcelain skin, his eyes narrowed at the idea of numerous ways to play with her body. He had never been so turned on as he was with her. The thrill ignited something within him he didn’t think he would ever find; a sense of passion for sexual exploration combined with a personal connection he always longed for.

Isis had never wanted to explore her sexual side as much as she did with him. She always imagined this would be painful. But with him it was exciting. The goddess inside was begging for more, and the thoughts of how much she always wanted to explore this washed through her mind like a tidal wave.

Gage watched her reaction as Isis circled her hips to mold into his powerful hands. She was submitting to him, letting all her inhibitions go free. He ran his fingers over her slit, slipping one finger inside her opening. Dripping wet, he teased in and out, getting her to a point of total arousal. Feeling her getting wetter, he smiled in satisfaction, feeling her heated sex tighten around him.

“Do you understand pleasure and pain?” His voice almost whispered.

She nodded yes over her shoulder.

In one swift motion, he pulled his fingers from her, slapping her backside again, hard this time.

A gasp came from her. “Ouch! Gage!” Her breaths became faster. “Oh, god… oh my.”

Her mind said to run, but her body said differently. She could feel her wetness dripping down her thighs and couldn’t understand how this was so exciting to her. Remembering Holly’s words, she realized. She was a submissive.

“You want more, don’t you?”

He smacked her hard twice more than quickly entered her again, with his middle finger pumping in and out, making her toes curl with delight. He leaned farther, spreading her legs so he could have better access, as Isis willingly spread for him.

Gage continued kissing her bottom, where he left each mark. A small whimper escaped her from the thrilling, sensual pain. He knew she had enough for now, or her backside would suffer in the morning. He slid another finger inside her swollen pussy and massaged her bottom with the other hand.

“Now. You owe me a show. Give me what I want. Sit up. Sit on the ottoman.”

Catching her breath, she did as he asked.

“Spread your legs for me. Show me how wet you are. Mmm. Yes, a little pain. Now for a little pleasure. You’re wet, my goddess. See. That wasn't so bad, now was it?”

She shook her head no while biting her bottom lip shyly.

“Do it. You know what your man wants. Give it to me.”

She knew what he meant, and somehow she desperately wanted to give it to him. Isis looked down at her body, seeing the hilt of her sex glistening wet from her arousal. Removing Gage’s jacket, she leaned back on her elbows on the ottoman, feeling its soft leather on her skin. The submission to his punishment turned her on, making her full body warmer now. Isis took a free hand, roaming over herself as she did the night before.

“That’s it, Isis. Take your time. Show me exactly how you do it.”

She rubbed her breast pulling at her hardened nipples, giving him a show. He thought she might enjoy it, and she was. Each peak, erect and waiting for her attention.

Isis stood from her seat, leaning over to expose her backside to him. Taking her hand between her legs, she ran her fingers from back to front, making his cock throb at the sight. Reaching for her, he rubbed in circles over her slightly red bottom.

With a chuckle, he leaned up, kissing the red spot once more. “I love my mark on you. It looks beautiful.”

She turned back to face him and licked her fingers to prepare herself for touching her sensitive area. Sitting in front of him, she raised her legs to dangle over his, pushing closer so he could get a better view of her. He rubbed her legs and smiled, enjoying the show.

But it was just beginning...