by LSF Publications
by Magdalena Barr
Carla was shocked when she tried to enter Edward's study. She could barely open the door and had to set the stack of books down on a side table so she could maneuver the assortment of boxes blocking her entry. She did not hesitate to examine their contents. They were not sealed and seemed to be from a top of the line outfitter. She sighed deeply; this must be preparation for Edward's next adventure into the wilderness. A quick glance at the pile of books on his desk informed her of their next destination. Birds of the Florida Everglades, Canoeing Adventures in the Everglades, Dangerous Wildlife of the Florida Everglades.
Her heart thumped at that last title. Every few months this occurred; Edward would read an article or view a documentary on the travel channel and off they would go to explore, usually in their luxury Recreational Vehicle. This time they would fly to their destination. Carla wondered if Edward might ship all these boxes of provisions and camping equipment. She did not see a canoe, thank goodness. But she worried he had ordered one.
Carla stood there in their Fifth Avenue penthouse suite with a stunning view of New York City and took a deep breath. She loved Edward; he was generous and kind. They enjoyed a deeply satisfying personal relationship, but sometimes he would pursue an inspiration beyond the point of safety and into the realm of dangerous. And he always wanted her company.
There were alligators in the Everglades and exotic water snakes people purchased from smugglers and then discarded once the creatures grew beyond a manageable size. Each year some foolish innocent who has no clue regarding the dangers of this wild place loses a leg and sometimes their life because they think the "water of grass" is a Disney Park petting zoo. A canoe trip through these waters was not like a 3-mile hike through a state park of hemlock trees carrying a picnic lunch. Since Edward never mentioned canoeing, it was unlikely he had experience. Carla set aside her current task and settled in with the stack of brochures to study.
By the time Edward entered the study, Carla had discarded - actually shredded - all the brochures that offered only a map and a canoe rental and saved only those that offered a guide who would sit in the stern and navigate the canoe. Armed with the right literature, she was feeling a sense of control over the situation.
"My dear, I see you have discovered my little secret," Edward said with a serene smile. "I hope you are excited," he said. "I selected an excursion so we have the maximum amount of privacy, after all, we do not want another person intruding. Now, let me see the stack," he said as he extended his hand.
"This is the one you want, right?" Carla said quietly. "I figured you chose it because the guide is with us during the day to navigate the canoe, point out wildlife and relate stories. He also assists us with erecting the tent and he cooks dinner. The menus sound delicious. Then he is picked up and we have privacy for the evening. The guide returns the following morning to help us decamp and continue our trip."
"You must have read my mind," Edward said with an enthusiastic smile as he approached and took her into his arms. He ran his hands from her shoulders down her back and squeezed and massaged her round, firm bottom as he pushed her forward and around to bend over his desk. "You know me so well, my dear. I love our private moments when we travel together. I so enjoy your stimulating company," he said.
Edward bent to open a desk drawer to remove a stiff leather strap that looked like a supple paddle. Carla could not help but notice the pristine condition and high luster of the surface of the leather.
"Edward is that a new implement," she said, her voice full of suspicion. "Have I ever laid eyes on it before?"
Edward cleared his throat nervously and hesitated just long enough for Carla's suspicions to be confirmed. They had discussed boundaries just the previous month after he ordered a thin whippy cane and convinced her to submit under the guise it was narrow, short and suitable for a child. It was not. Carla was compelled to cancel her water aerobics session and her massage because her bottom was in torment with angry red stripes that could not be concealed. She also had to cancel their dinner reservations at Elaine's and the maitre d'hôtel was not pleased. In order to maintain their privacy and avoid being the topic of conversation at the next cocktail party, Carla refused to allow others to view her disgracefully striped bottom.
"I thought we agreed to a trial test on you before you unleashed any more new implements on me," she said, her voice was flat and lifeless.
Edward was uncomfortable with this unemotional, dismissive tone. She was right, of course; until the caning incident last month, she always submitted meekly and he pleased himself spanking her whenever the mood struck. And often he expected her to see to his urgent needs afterwards, if they were not in a public place. She did so quite expertly. Today's little interlude was not going well. In a show of good faith, Edward placed the strap on top of the desk.
May I," she said as she met his eyes, he looked down and nodded briefly. He bent over his own desk acutely aware of the hardwood floor he had never before studied. This was indeed a new perspective. Edward waited. So did Carla.
"Edward, do you wish to spank me over my clothes in the future?" her voice had moved from the flat and lifeless to the patient and thoughtful. Edward felt this improvement over the former accusatory tone and responded by unbuckling his belt and pulling down the zipper. He reflected on her deference to him. Usually, he leaped right in and undressed her in a perfunctory manner. Once he was aroused, he needed to begin immediately almost as if he was a ticking bomb ready to explode. He also desired to finish quickly so he paddled hard and fast. Carla was taking her time. He trained his eyes once again on the wood floor. It had just been polished and shone in the golden lamp light. Edward felt the warm air on his bottom and then he felt feather light fingers on his thighs and her long manicured fingertips tracing the crease between the top of his thighs and the bottom of his sturdy buttocks. Soon those same fingers found their way between his thighs. She pressed gently on his inner thighs and he adjusted his stance to give her full access. He looked idly at his wristwatch and realized 10 minutes had passed and he had yet to feel a stroke. Her hands and fingers stilled as she leaned forward to whisper in his ear, "Edward, my love, I would like to warm up your luscious bottom before l use the strap; the strap will be less painful on a warm bottom, but you will still feel it," she said as she affectionately rubbed his button.
"I would like to take five," Edward said huskily.
"Oh, does that mean anytime you use this implement on me I will only receive five?" she said with just the tiniest bit of disbelief and a touch of surprise at such good fortune.
"No, no, dear, of course not, you always receive at least twenty to twenty-five," he said as if he was giving directions to an out of town stranger - impersonal, yet informative.
"Do you raise your arm to your shoulder, or above your head, and how much force do you use when you strike?" she said quietly, her voice barely a whisper.
"Why I have no idea, my dear, it is whatever I feel like, sometimes I am quite worked up and spank with full strength," he said proudly.
"Alright, Edward, for testing purposes I will give you twenty-five at full strength for me which is probably medium from you."
"Proceed my dear, please," he said with authority. Carla begin with a hand spanking. She spanked swiftly beginning with the right cheek, spanking in a circular pattern just on that side. She stopped after twenty spanks and rested her hand on his pink cheek, rubbing and stroking. She lightly caressed the bottom of his swollen cheek and gently trailed her fingers between his thighs and stroked his scrotum. He sighed and lifted his ass to accommodate her strokes. She stopped when he moved.
"Do you like it when I touch you in intimate places?" she said softly.
"Yes," he groaned quietly. "Please, please don't stop," he begged her as he wiggled his ass a little higher. She responded by spanking him hard on his red thigh and he gasped.
"Remember, darling, this is a trial to gauge the strength of your spanks so we can align them with my limits," she said. He could feel her warm breath on the side of his cheek and longed to kiss and lick her neck and white shoulders, but they were out of his reach. Since Carla never broke position when he spanked her, he did not either.
"Now we are ready for the left cheek with my hand, are you comfortable darling?"
Carla began again thoroughly reddening that cheek and upper thigh. Edward began to wiggle and wave his bottom from side to side.
"Edward, you must maintain position, you may not wriggle to avoid the spanks, you never allow that." He stamped his foot again as a protest. "If this continues, I shall start again." Her voice was stern and authoritative. Then, she rubbed both cheeks gently to settle him. She could hear his labored breathing as she stroked his cherry bottom. She wondered how he might react when he received the twenty-five strokes with the strap. Would he cry? He hated when she cried, so she tried her best to control her tears and the sound of her sobs when he spanked her.
"Ten more with my hand, darling, be brave," she said in her most whispery voice. Then she laid each of them neatly in that lovely circular pattern and paused for the last two to check for symmetry. Satisfied, she delivered the last two and began to smoothly stroke his bottom like she was petting her favorite kitty.
"That was your warm up, darling. Would you like to stand and stretch for a minute?"
Edward stood, then immediately returned to position.
She raised the thick, stiff leather above her head and brought the strap down as hard as she could. Air hissed loudly from Edward's cheeks and a pink welt appeared as Carla waited for his complaint. But she heard none. Again she brought down the hard, heavy leather and heard the distinct crack of it meeting skin and cringed at the pain she was administering. He was still and breathing through his mouth. She wondered if he had found his center and was floating in subspace. At the third stroke he groaned but he still maintained his position. He turned his head away from her and looked at the landscape painting on the wall. When the fourth stroke came he felt his penis stir. He adjusted his head to search for his painting of a nude that Carla had created. She had taken a class on oils last spring; it was a self portrait and his favorite piece of art.
Through the next six strokes he trained his eyes on Carla's breasts noticing the subtle difference between the pink of her nipples, the left was just a shade darker since it was shadowed and most alluring.
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