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"Redemption"
  by NOCentEyes
  

She tried in vain to reposition herself in the chair as she
discreetly peeked over the little laptop at him.  His
self-confident smirk without so much as a glance her way
told her she'd been seen...both peeking and squirming in her
chair.  She dropped frustrated back into her chair realizing
too late that quick descent was a foolish move.  As she
gasped with the physical reminder, an audible chuckle came
from across the room. She bit her lip against the comment
that tried so hard to escape.  If she had just been paying
attention to what she was doing instead of letting the
excitement of his arrival overtake her, she wouldn't be in
the predicament she was in now.

She arrived a day earlier than he, as they'd planned.  She
wasn't fond of travel and needed the extra time to accustom
herself to the new surroundings.  His meeting had been
canceled at the last minute, so he was able to take an
earlier flight and looked forward to surprising her.  The
reservations were made in his name. Obtaining a keycard to
their room hadn't been a problem.  He quietly let himself
into the room and listened for the sounds of her presence. 
The bathroom door was slightly ajar and from where he stood
he watched a seemingly unattached hand drawing the razor
carefully over the calf of an extended leg.  He watched a
few more minutes until the orphaned hand set the razor
aside, then crossed the room without a sound and stuck his
head inside the door..."Hi there."  She jumped and turned in
the huge tub splashing bubbles everywhere.  Her features
brightened from that initial fear to smiles almost
instantly.  "You're early!" she exclaimed as he stepped
through the doorway.  He picked up her towel and bathrobe
and sat down on the top step.  He leaned over the water to
deposit a quick kiss on her forehead.  "The meeting was
canceled, I thought I'd surprise you," he grinned.  "I guess
it worked."  "All too well," she blushed.  He chuckled and
brushed a wet curl away from her face.   "You finish your
bath.  I've got a few papers to take care of and then I'm
yours for the rest of the week."  As he stood and turned to
leave he laid her towel back down on the step. "Take your
time," he admonished with a wink and then he was gone.

Had she listened?  No...of course not, she hurried through
the rest of her bath.  He was here!  She dried off too
quickly...then powder and lotion. She thought she was being
careful...but if she had been she would have noticed.  She
cleaned up the bubbles on the floor, giggling at the
spectacle she must have presented when she jumped at the
sound of his voice.  She brushed her hair dry...brushing
until it was silky and shining.  She did take her time with
her make-up.  He was adamant about that.  He allowed her to
wear it, but only to enhance...not to alter.  He preferred
the softer, more natural look.  She took one last look in
the mirror, satisfying herself that all was as it should be.
 Turning back to the step she reached for her bathrobe...?! 
She darted a glance at the hook on the back of the
door...not there, either.  She knew she'd picked it up when
she gathered her things: the shampoo, the lotion, the
towel...and then she realized...he was sitting right there. 
He took it out the door with him and she hadn't even
noticed. Laughing at herself again, she picked up the damp
towel and wrapped it around her.  Stepping out into the room
she saw her bathrobe under his elbow on the arm of the
recliner.  His paperwork finished and put away, he smiled
broadly when he saw her.  "Umm...can I have that?" she said
pointing to her robe.  "Uh uh," he said shaking his head. 
He stood and motioned for her to come closer.  He tugged at
the corner of her towel and it dropped rapidly to the floor.
 She knew the commands well but he rarely used them these
days. He had trained her well...she knew what he expected
and most times it took only a look from him to direct her
into position.

As the towel dropped, so too, did  her eyes from his and
lowered her head in deference to what had to be.  She laced
her fingers together behind her neck and spread her legs to
shoulder width. She closed her eyes as if to shut out the
humiliation of the inspection.  Even the word sounded cold
and sterile.  He would have preferred that her eyes remained
open, but he understood how difficult this was for her.  He
allowed her this small attempt to cope with it in her own
way.  This was the only moment with him that she wished with
all her heart wasn't a part of their time together.  It was
required of her...he'd made that clear from their beginning,
but that didn't make the vulnerability-the invasion, any
easier to bear.  If she stayed as still as possible and no
part of her body protested against it, it would be over
quickly and they could move on.

The stance itself was designed to present the female body at
its best.  Arms up and behind the head forces the shoulders
square and offers the breasts at their fullest.  His fingers
played lovingly around the rings set through each nipple. 
They'd been pierced at his instigation and much to her own
pleasure, as he recalled.  His hand caressed randomly over
various points of her body...across her back...over her
hips...grazing over her stomach.  She wasn't perfect, by any
means...but she improved each time he saw her...as much for
her own self-esteem as for him.  THAT was the goal
here...not perfection.  Her body trembled involuntarily as
his fingers caressed her inner thigh.  He knelt down to see
more clearly as he lifted the ring atop her clit with his
finger.  This one he hadn't asked for.  He had even told her
no at first but when she pleaded with him...he consented. 
He was glad he had. The little ball caressing her most
intimate pleasure point kept her perpetually ready for him. 
Not that she needed any help in that department...but it
certainly didn't cause any harm.

He might choose to take her at any time.  As if to reinforce
this point he slipped a finger deep within her.  She
shuddered and tightened reflexively around his finger.  He
rose to his feet slowly pulling his finger out of her heat
and dragging her wetness over the shaven mound.  He stopped
suddenly...she knew what she had neglected at the same
instant he discovered it.  It rarely grew past the point of
even being called stubble, but in her haste earlier she had
completely forgotten to check.  He immediately broke the
contact and she opened her eyes in time to see the
disappointment cloud his features.  He took one hand from
behind her neck and with it led her back into the bathroom.
Situating her on the side of the tub he gathered the things
he would need. He knelt on the floor between her legs. "Sir,
you..." he pressed a finger to her lips with a reproachful
look and she knew her excuses were best kept to herself. 
"And you actually wonder why I still insist on these little
inspections," he said quietly, but that was enough to cloud
her eyes with tears.  She hated to disappoint him.  He was
so dear to her...she wanted so much for him to be proud of
her.

Quickly and efficiently he shaved the tiny little growth. 
He cleaned her up and checked his work; nodding his
satisfaction. "Well done, even if I do say so myself."  When
he was done he leaned in and left a lingering kiss on that
little ring.  She risked a small smile and when it was
returned felt as though her transgression, small though it
was, had been forgiven.  He put away the things he had used
and extended his hand to her.  She took it...her guided her
to her feet and back into the main room of their suite. 
They stopped just at the foot of the massive bed.

The top of the mattress fell just about level with her
waist.  It was a beautifully crafted, mahogany structure
with 7 foot posts at each corner. The bed stood at an angle
in the center of the spacious area allowing easy access from
any point around it.  On one wall was a tremendous
chifforobe-it's drawers and shelves filled with their toys
and "tools". Hotels such as this were not commonplace.  This
suite, indeed, the whole floor as well as the basement had
been designed for people like them. People of different
tastes, of...alternate lifestyles.  The suites were
soundproof with all the necessary modifications to
accommodate the various and often extreme, tastes of the
guests there.  The basement...aptly renamed "The Dungeon" by
its patrons was a well-equipped, expertly designed area
suitable for public play as well as rooms set aside for
those who preferred less visibility. Everything the creative
Dominant might want or need was available here-from Crosses
and Wheels to the tiny cages and lock boxes used for
training and/or punishment.   Although he had allowed others
to play with her from time to time...under his own strict
supervision...he had never allowed anyone to place her in
the enclosed boxes.  He himself had only caged her once and
then, just long enough for her to experience it.  He freed
her only moments after he locked it.  When he took her,
trembling, into his arms afterwards he promised her that he
would never again put her there.  Knowing fully the
fragility of trust he rarely made promises and absolutely
never broke them.

He left her standing at the foot of the bed, pondering her
premature presumption of forgiveness, as he strolled over
and opened the doors of the chifforobe.  "Face the bed,
please." "Please...let me..."  He silenced her with a look
and she turned her back to him as instructed.   He selected
the items he needed and she knew he was behind her even
before he touched her. She watched helplessly as the
blindfold moved closer and closer to her eyes. The darkness
enveloped and subdued her.  A strong hand in the middle of
her back pressed her forward onto the bed and then it was
gone.  His gentle voice cut through her darkness several
moments later...  "First...in spite of my not-so-subtle
reminder to take your time...you let your own excitement
take precedence. In doing so, you neglect the care of a
vital part of our pleasure."   She felt the leather cuff
placed around her right wrist...heard the small snap as the
lock clicked closed.  Several more long minutes passed and
his voice came from the other side of the bed as he repeated
the motions with her left wrist.  She felt her arms tugged
upwards and knew that they'd been restrained to the corners
at the head of the bed.  "I could have easily forgiven you
given my surprise arrival had you remembered and admitted it
before I discovered it.  But you didn't, did you?"

"No, Sir, I didn't." She answered quickly and respectfully
knowing it would be just that much easier for her if she did
as he expected.  She answered maybe a little too quickly. 
Her answer should not only have admitted her mistake but
stated the mistake.  After all...if she didn't know what she
was being punished for...what was the point?  Grasping her
ankle, he placed a cuff around it and locked it.  It always
happened this way...some teeny little transgression and she
compounded it with mistake after mistake.  Chancing it
anyway... "Sir?" she queried in a small voice.  He paused
before locking the last cuff into place, almost as if trying
to decide whether to allow her to correct this last mishap
or not.  "Go ahead, love."  And she heard that final "snap."
 "I didn't just skip over it, Sir...I just rushed through
the remainder of the bath and completely forgot."  He locked
the ankle cuffs to a steel bar.  The ends of the bar locked
into the posts at the end of the bed.  She felt the denim
against her backside as he leaned over her...the mattress
depressed around her head as he supported himself on his
hands. His mouth so close to her ear that she could feel the
heat of his breath. He whispered as he nuzzled the back of
her neck..."but that's not all you're being punished for. 
Is it, Pet? I told you...that little thing alone I could
forgive. What's a fair punishment..." he continued to kiss
her neck and shoulders as he questioned her "for compounding
a small oversight with the disrespect offered by attempts at
excuses...not once mind you, but a second even after you'd
been silenced the first time?"

She pulled against the ropes that bound her arms wanting to
press herself back against him...but he knew just what was
required to keep her firmly pressed against the bed.  The
bar at her ankles allowed her legs no movement at all.  She
thought his question over silently...if she suggested too
many he would agree without negotiation. If she suggested
too few, he was just as likely to double it.  It mattered,
too, what he would be using, but she was rarely allowed that
knowledge until the first stroke landed.  If there was ever
a single correct answer, she had yet to get it and there was
no second chance. He always told her later what he would
have considered fair...but that did little good after the
fact. "5 Sir.  3 for not paying attention and one for each
time I tried to make excuses for it."  "And?"  Damn...she'd
done it again..."An extra one to remind me to not let it
happen again.  6, if it please you, Sir."   She could almost
hear the smile in his words as he said, "It always pleases
me to help you learn your lessons, my love."  The first
stroke of the thin cane landed swiftly and she felt every
millimeter of the stripe it left.  If she'd thought for
second that he had that cane in his hand...<crack>...a
second stripe burned into her ass parallel with the first. 
She knew she never make 6 with the degree of silence he
demanded during punishment.  She anticipated the
third...pressing as much as she was able into the
mattress...but it didn't fall.  Instead she felt a pillow
being forced between her and the bed...taking away her last
little bit of mobility.  The third landed before she could
think about it and the tears sprang into her eyes.  He
leaned over her again to untie the blindfold...even his
favorite faded jeans rough against the burning welts. He
kissed her cheek and pulled the blindfold away.  Her
expressions completely bared to him now...he depended on her
face and her breathing to gauge her limitations.  The cane
was an especially wicked tool...this one slightly thinner
than most...more flexible.  Wielded cruelly such a cane
could inflict severe damage...in his hand...he would give
just enough to remind her for the next couple of days.

The fourth stroke elicited a strained gasp...the tears
flowing freely.  He was proud of the strength she showed
under this punishment.  She knew he expected only the best
of her and she did try her hardest to give him that.  The
fifth took her breath away as she moaned audibly.  He used
the cane to caress the five parallel ribbons of angry red
flesh...she might forget other things in the future...but
never, never would she allow his probing fingers to be
stabbed by tiny little hairs again.  He doubted seriously if
she would even consider offering an "excuse" for anything.
The final stroke sliced through the air and he effortlessly
laid the sixth and fully the worst at an angle across the
previous five. The fire from it refueled the others inducing
from her an open-mouthed cry...something he rarely
allowed...but was this time fully warranted. Tears streamed
in rivers down her cheeks.  He released the ropes from her
wrists and her ankles from the bar and left her in that
position.  He knew she wouldn't move until he told her to do
so.  She lay exactly as he left her, still sobbing into the
comforter when he returned to her several minutes later. His
hands guided her movement up and to "her" side of the bed.
The same hand that shortly before had inflicted so much
agony on her ass now applied thick, cool cream to the
swollen stripes.  When he'd finished he crawled up on the
bed beside her and gathered her in his arms.  He cradled her
head against his shoulder and rocked her gently as her sobs
renewed themselves.  She was in a place where even his words
were out of reach. Still he whispered the reassurances of
his love as he rocked her...safe in his arms.  He whispered
and rocked until the sobs subsided and her breathing
returned to normal...he continued to cradle her against him
and whisper as the rhythm of her chest slowed even more.  He
stroked her hair and watched her as she slept in his arms.


                        -- The End --


(but to be continued...IF, of course...I get requests to do so)


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