Chapter 4: Consequences and Rewards
Susan relaxed as the water encased her in a warm embrace. She finally had a chance to soak in the guesthouse's large bathtub and she desperately needed to soak the drama of this afternoon away. Susan had to rethink that statement. While the afternoon ended really well, it was the journey to the happy-ending that sucked. In addition, she really wanted to soak when she and Rob returned from Jackson's Table, but they had only time to shower (together) and dress for dinner. Now she had warm water, nice smelling stuff, and bubbles and Susan loved bubble baths.
As she basked in the heavenly water, Susan heard Rob moving around the room. "Rob dear?" she called sweetly, "How long have I been soaking?"
"About hour and a quarter," he called back.
"Really? That long? I think I'm nearly 'pruney' enough. Be a good fellow and call in 15 minutes," Susan called to Rob in a luxurious voice.
"Yes, Your Sogginess" Rob answered sarcastically and Susan heard him go down the stairs. Fifteen minutes later, Rob called from downstairs, "Time's up, my darling."
Reluctantly, Susan exited the bathtub. Grabbing one of the large, fluffy towels from the towel rack, she dried herself then wrapped the towel around her. As she exited the bathroom, she heard Rob call from the first floor "Friday come downstairs, immediately." With their game back on and interested to see what Rob's alter-ego, "Mr. Smith," had in store, Friday headed downstairs dressed only in the towel.
"Yes, Mr. Smith?" Friday asked as she entered the dimly lit living room.
Shirtless and in black silk pajama pants, Mr. Smith stood by a wooden bench. He was holding the riding crop. "Drop the towel!" he commanded crisply.
"Yes, Mr. Smith," Friday said and the towel fell to the floor.
"Come here!" Smith snapped pointing at the floor in front him with the riding crop. Friday silently moved to him and stood humbly. "Chin up!" he commanded. Smith buckled the collar around her neck and attached the leash she had worn as a belt on their way to Jackson's Table. "Sit!" Smith directed and pointed to the bench with the riding crop. Friday obeyed.
"Arms up!" Smith instructed. Friday watched as he cuffed first her left, then her right wrist. "Down!" he said and Friday put her arms down. He took hold of the leash and with a strong tug and a slap of the crop to towards the floor, he ordered, "on all fours!" Friday scrambled to her hands and knees.
"Move," Smith ordered with a quick slap of the riding crop on Friday's bare ass cheek. Walking as a person would with a pet, Smith and Friday moved across the living room to a coffee table. "Stand on the table and be still!" be commanded. Friday did as directed. Smith then fastened a cuff to each ankle. He also attached nipple clamps that were included in Ricardo's gift running the connecting chain through the loop on her collar. Grabbing the leash and with a firm downward tug, Smith dictated, "Step down and drop to your hands and knees! Back to the bench, Friday." Friday did as instructed and crawled across the room to the bench.
When they arrived at the bench, Smith realized he had left the riding crop at the coffee table. "Fetch my crop, Friday and be quick!" Smith ordered. Friday crawled hastily to the table, grabbed the riding crop with her mouth and returned to Smith. She sat back on her heals and submissively offered the riding crop to Smith, who roughly snatched it. "Sit," he commanded pointing at the bench with the riding crop. Friday sat obediently and he blindfolded her. "Hands behind your back," her ordered and connected her wrist cuffs together.
Continuing to stand behind Friday, he started to speak in a low, but firm tone. "When you arrived last night, I laid out what I expected and gave you the choice to stay or walk away. When you came into my bedroom last night, you accepted my offer. Frankly, My Girl Friday, you surprised me coming to me dressed as you did. You also surpassed my expectations by offering to wash my back in the shower."
Smith placed the head of the riding crop on Friday's shoulder and continued. "However, this afternoon was fiasco. If you disappointed me only once, we would not be having this discussion. But, you fell asleep when you should have been serving me. You were caught off guard by harmless birds and had trouble keeping up. Then at Jackson's Table, you stormed off like a spoiled brat and in the process almost ruined the entire weekend by not watching where you were going. So tonight, you face the consequences." Smith lightly and slowly rubbed the tip of riding crop up and down her spine. Chills passed over Friday's skin. "Stand and turn around," He said sharply. "Now kneel!"
Smith placed a hand on the back of her head and firmly pushed Friday's body down until her torso lay on the bench. Friday braced herself and Smith brought the riding down hard on her bare ass hard producing a painful sounding smack. Friday grunted. He paused then laid four quick swats on her ass, all equally as hard as the first. "That was for falling asleep!" He spanked her twice more. "Those were for letting a small insignificant insect control you actions." He laid three more hard stokes on her bare bottom. "Those were for allowing unexpected events divert you from your goal."
He paused for several seconds. Friday knew that more was coming. Actually, she hoped more was coming. "One more thing Friday," Smith said at last, in a quiet and dominant tone, "KEEP ... YOUR ... EYES ... ON ... THE ... PATH ... AND ... YOUR ... GOAL!" he chastised her, each word emphasized with a pause and a hard slap from his riding crop, turning her skin bright red.
Tears welled up in Friday's eyes. The spanking was painful, but it also ignited her smoldering lust to a full-blown carnal bonfire. The environment, being blindfolded, bound, and totally submissive was incredibly erotic and sensuous. Friday desperately wanted more. She wanted to feel the crop on her ass again. She wanted to cum while being spanked. She wanted to feel pain and pleasure like the night before, but, more intense, more explosive.
Smith's last stroke stayed on her skin for a moment then he slowly ran the crop up between her buttocks and up her spine again. She felt chills following the crop. "I certainly hope you have learned an important lesson this evening, my Girl Friday," he said in mock instruction as he tickled with the riding crop.