Ruby hesitated. “What do you mean by ‘physical?’”
Yvonne’s gaze flicked over to the utensils scattered on the counter, a spatula and some mixing spoons.
Ruby’s eyes widened. Did Yvonne mean what she thought she did? Ruby had enthusiastically signed up for doing all kinds of kinky things with Yvonne, but this wasn’t what she’d had in mind.
Yet, Ruby found the idea hot as hell.
“So,” Yvonne said. “Which do you choose?”
Ruby sucked her lip thoughtfully. “The second one.”
Ruby didn’t miss the smile that flickered across Yvonne’s lips. “Good choice.”
She picked up a wooden spoon from the counter and flicked it against her hand experimentally, before tossing it aside. “We can do better than this.” Yvonne scanned the rest of the utensils before selecting a silicone spatula. She slapped it against her palm. “Yes, this is perfect. Now, do you remember your safeword?”
Ruby nodded.
“Good. Bend over the counter.”
Ruby blinked. “You want me to-”
“I wasn’t asking.”
Ruby took a deep breath and bent over, resting her forearms on the flour-covered countertop, bringing her safeword to the front of her mind. She felt Yvonne’s hand at the back of her knee, gliding slowly up the back of her thigh, dragging her skirt up in the process. A shiver went through her, all thoughts of using her safeword gone.
Yvonne pulled the skirt all the way up around Ruby’s waist, grazing her hands over Ruby’s panty-covered ass cheeks. She drew the spatula along the center of Ruby’s back, sending heat rising within her.
“You’d think that something hard and firm would be the best tool for this kind of discipline,” Yvonne said. “But it’s the more flexible materials that have the most bite.”
Yvonne slithered the spatula down to Ruby’s ass cheek. Ruby screwed her eyes shut just in time to feel a firm slap on her ass. She gasped, the impact resonating through her, jolting her entire body forward. But in the wake of the pain, Ruby began to burn all over.
Yvonne spanked Ruby again and again, increasing the force with each swat. Ruby sucked in a hard breath. Yvonne had been right about one thing. The innocent-looking spatula packed a punch. Each hit was a sharp sting that diffused along every inch of Ruby’s skin until her entire body was afire. A moan escaped Ruby’s lips. She buried her head in her arms, her knees threatening to collapse. Yvonne continued to spank her, not holding back any longer, each strike penetrating deeper into her.
Ruby whimpered, the ache within her growing unbearable. Yvonne put the spatula down beside Ruby’s head and drew her hand up the back of Ruby’s leg.
“Learned your lesson yet?” Yvonne asked.
“Yes,” Ruby murmured.
“I don’t think you have.” Yvonne’s hand crept upward toward the inside of Ruby’s thigh. “In fact, I think you enjoyed it.”
Ruby quivered as Yvonne’s hand reached the peak of Ruby’s thighs, her fingertips brushing against Ruby’s now damp panties.
“Well?” Yvonne pressed her fingers firmly between Ruby’s lower lips, sliding them up and down. “Did you enjoy that?”
Ruby nodded, then realized Yvonne couldn’t see her head. “Yes. Yes, Mistress.”
“Of course you did. I knew you would.” Yvonne leaned down over her, her warm breath cradling the back of Ruby’s ear. “Your Mistress knows exactly what she’s doing.”
Ruby exhaled softly. She felt Yvonne pressing against her ass, her breasts against Ruby’s back, pushing her down onto the countertop. Yvonne slid her hands up to Ruby’s waist. Ruby let out a breath, desperate for Yvonne to take her there and then, to relieve the throbbing inside her.
Instead, Yvonne took Ruby’s skirt and pulled it back down to cover Ruby’s legs.
She pulled away. “I’m going to take a shower. I expect the kitchen to be clean when I’m done.”
Huh? Ruby straightened up and turned around.
But Yvonne was already gone.
Ruby groaned into the empty kitchen. Was Yvonne serious? Was she really going to leave Ruby like this? She sighed.
Your Mistress knows exactly what she’s doing.
When Yvonne finished showering, she headed into the living room to find Ruby waiting for her.
Ruby got up from the couch expectantly. “I’ve finished cleaning the kitchen.”
“Good.” Yvonne sat down and grabbed the book she’d left on the coffee table, opening it up.
Ruby hovered by the couch. “So, what are we doing for the rest of the night?”
Yvonne didn’t take her eyes off her book. “I don’t know about you, but I plan to catch up on some reading.”
“Really? That’s all?”
“Yes, that’s all.” Yvonne rarely had the time to read, but she found herself struck with the urge to spend some time relaxing.
Plus, she wanted to toy with Ruby for a few hours.
Ruby let out a skeptical murmur. Yvonne ignored her. After a few seconds, Ruby sat down next to Yvonne. Without thinking, Yvonne glanced up at her.
That was a mistake. Ruby peered back at Yvonne from under her long, thick eyelashes, her blonde hair now loose around her shoulders, one bare, slender leg crossed over the other. She had a smudge of flour on her cheek, and her blue eyes shimmered with lust.
Yvonne’s resolve wavered. In the time since they’d met, Ruby had only gotten better at getting under Yvonne’s skin. Yvonne looked back down at her book and turned a page carefully, somehow managing to maintain her composure.
“Yvonne?” When Yvonne didn’t respond, Ruby pulled down the top of Yvonne’s book. “Don’t you want to finish what you started in the kitchen?”
Yvonne looked up at her sharply. “Are you questioning your Mistress?”
“No, I just-”
“Let me be clear. What happened in the kitchen wasn’t your punishment.”
Ruby frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You’ll understand soon enough.” Yvonne pulled the book back out of Ruby’s fingers.
“Come on,” Ruby said. “You’re home early, for once. We have the rest of the evening ahead of us. Isn’t there something you’d rather be doing?” She traced her fingers up Yvonne’s knee, a playful look in her eyes. “Or someone?”
Yvonne put her book down, ignoring the desire Ruby’s voice provoked in her. She’d only intended to keep Ruby hanging for a few
