David looked. What he saw seemed flawless, but he knew that an important part of his role in the scene at his boss Gordon's house was to critique: if he couldn't find a reasonably legitimate reason why the girl needed a spanking, Gordon probably wouldn't allow David to spank her, and he wouldn't tell David to take the girl to his bedroom with him. David might be sent home that night instead of spending the weekend.
"David," Gordon had said, "go sit over there behind April and take a good look. See if you can see a good reason to give her a spanking."
And David wanted to spank her. He wanted to use the beautiful maple paddle that hung in a place of honor on the wall of the gorgeous livingroom of this elegant cliffside residence. David had dreamt for months of being invited to Gordon's vacation home, and of getting to see whether the strange, arousing rumors were true.
Gordon, they said, was a master. Gordon had several submissive girls at the vacation home, and if you should be judged worthy of an invitation, you might well be allowed to take one of them to your room. If you did secure an invitation, you must be very careful to demonstrate your own qualifications as a dominant: never turn down an opportunity to inflict punishment--the girls loved it, and Gordon enjoyed watching.
But be smart about it: show Gordon that you knew what you were doing, and could play the game almost as well as he did.
David cleared his throat. "She seems very submissive, Gordon, but. . ."
Gordon smiled from across the room.
"I'm afraid she's getting me too hard for her own good."
Gordon laughed. "Go get the paddle," he said. "I think you probably know how to use it."
(Photo via boengiu iuliana of the wonderful Sensual BDSM community on Google Plus.)
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