I look back at her as I get to the stairs and shake my head. “I own you right now, Ashleigh. I’d be careful.”
I’m quiet when I enter the bedroom. The baby is lying on her back, arms out, mouth open and breathing deep with sleep. I fish around in my dresser drawer until I find the black silk scarves, then quietly leave the room and go back downstairs.
Ashleigh is standing naked all right. She’s shaved clean down below and she’s got her hands behind her back, her chest out. She’s wearing a big smile and she’s swaying back and forth a little, like she’s the one in control here.
I smile too. “Well, you’ve almost got the position down, but your form is a little off. So I’ll correct that later.”
“With those?” she says, looking down at the scarves.
“Shhh. That’s three now. You’re gonna be sorry if you keep this up.”
“You just wasted four minutes, Ford—”
I cup my hand over her mouth and put my other hand firmly on the back of her head to hold her still. Her eyes widen and look up at me. “I don’t like to repeat myself. When I tell you to be quiet, I expect compliance. I own you, Ashleigh. That was the deal. And if I want you to open your mouth, believe me, I’ll let you know when to do it and where to place it.”
I remove my hand from her mouth and take my attention back to the scarves.
“Yes, sir,” she quips softly.
I smack her on the ass. Hard. She yelps and tries to move away, but I have her wrists and I bind them up behind her back with one of the scarves. “I warned you. Now stop.”
She looks up at me, her brow crinkled, but I just slip the other scarf around her eyes and that takes care of that. “Follow me.” I take her by the elbow and lead her over to the far side of the room. I hold her at the waist, then put my hand on her forehead so she doesn’t crash it on the window as she bends. “Lean forward.”
“Am I facing the windows? With the lights on?”
I smack her ass and it makes a nice loud crack sound.
“Ow!”
Another smack and now her entire ass is bright red. “Stop talking, Ashleigh. And then I’ll stop the spankings.”
“What if I like the spankings?” she purrs.
“Lean forward and press your head up against the window,” I growl into her ear. This time she obeys and I rub her ass a little. “Good girl.”
She lets out a grunt, but it doesn’t really qualify as speech, so I let that one pass.
Her ass is beautiful and has just the right amount of firmness. I hate girls who are all muscle and Ashleigh, whether built this way naturally or carrying a few extra pounds from the baby, has a nice round ass.
I continue caressing the red handprint on her cheek, then let my fingers slip between her legs briefly, but pull them back the second she reacts. I lean down into her neck, breathing in her ear until she shivers before I start to whisper. “You’re a very good girl when you behave, Ashleigh. You please me when you comply. You make me hard. You make me want to stick my fingers in you and make you come.” She moans again and I pull my fingers out. “Now let’s talk about what’s happening. I asked for control, you agreed. I told you to be quiet, you disobeyed. When you disobey, I have to punish you. Do you like the spankings, Ashleigh?” She says nothing and I smile a little. “You may answer.”
“Some of them.”
I reach around to her breast with my other hand and cup it gently. It’s hard and full. “Have you ever been spanked before?”
“Yes.”
“Have you ever been tied up before?”
“Yes.”
Well. I’m a little surprised. “Did you obey your master, Ashleigh?”
“Sometimes.”
“Will you obey me?”
“Maybe.”
At least she’s honest. But I’m not looking for honesty now, I’m looking for submission.
“Let’s see if you want to play nice tonight, shall we? Spread your legs.” She complies and I smack her on the cheek, not as hard as before. She groans but doesn’t complain. I rub her ass with my full palm and let it tease her folds for a moment before pulling back. “That’s one. I owe you two more.” She stiffens but I don’t smack her again. I lean into her neck, breathing into her ear again. Then I let my mouth dip down to her shoulder and I bite her. She whimpers at this act. “I don’t kiss, Ashleigh. I bite. I don’t like to kiss, but I do like to bite. So when I bite you, pretend it’s a kiss. Can you do that?”
“Ye—”
I bite her again and her word cuts off.
I thrust my thigh between her legs and raise it so she’s off balance and teetering on one set of tip toes like she was last night. I grab her waist to steady her and she moans as my leg pushes against her bare pu**y. I remove my leg and let her regain her balance. “Open wider, Ash.” She obeys. “I’m going to go outside so I can see what the neighbors see right now. Stay still for me now.”
I study her from the side for a moment. Her breathing picks up and this makes her chest heave. Her tits hang, not freely, they are far too full to dangle. Her ni**les are hard, her areolas are wide and dark. I move around to the back and look at her ass. I was wrong about her blushing. She’s into it. But I wasn’t wrong about how her ass in the air would make me feel. “Stay,” I command her as I open the basement door that leads out to the front of the house. I walk down the driveway a little and then turn.