The Chair Part: 2

It was time for dinner and my girlfriend Angel is usually waiting at the table when I'm finished cooking. "Angel, Angel, dinner is ready, baby. It's jambalaya, your favorite," I called from the kitchen. "Hmm, where is she?" I thought to myself. I stirred the pot a few times and put the stove on a low heat to keep the food warm. I began walking through the house calling for her with no luck. I went to the bedrooms, the bathrooms, and my office with no luck. I went to the master bedroom and she wasn't there either. Then I thought of the one place she could be. The one place she shouldn't be without my permission. I stirred the pot once more before exiting out the back door towards the shed in the backyard. I had a large shed built in the backyard. It started out as a workshop but I spent so much time in there I added a kitchen, full bath, and bedroom for when I worked all night and fell asleep. Since Angel moved in, it has become more of a playroom than anything. We spent several nights a week in the "workshop" playing and experimenting. As I walked to the shed, I noticed the lights were on. So I knew Angel was in there, being the only other person with a key. I opened the door and saw her standing there, frozen. Her tight body like a statue, no movement except the sway of her body from breathing. Her petite frame always made me lustful in our playtime. Angel is twenty-nine years old and stands five foot three and weighs one hundred and twenty pounds. She has small perky B cup breasts and a taut ass that has the slightest jiggle when she walks. Her curly black hair runs about halfway down her back and is thick (perfect for grabbing). Her brown skin glowing as she stood in the middle of the room looking at the chair, knowing she'll be placed in it. I walked up behind her and put my hands on her shoulders. Then I moved her curly hair so I could kiss her shoulders, neck, and cheek. "Angel, baby, dinner is ready. Let's go, we don't want it getting cold," I said kissing her neck. She turned around to look up at me with a curiosity in her eyes. "Are you going to put, me in that?" she asked. "Well, I had planned on surprising you after dinner but, now you know. But the answer is yes, baby. I planned on putting you in the chair. What do you think?" I replied. "I want to sit in it now," she said. "Not now, Angel, after dinner," I replied. She Esenyurt escort pouted and put her head down. I knew she was about to have a bratty attitude. But I had a plan for her and wouldn't divert from it. The chair in question is a little toy I had a friend make. Sorry if I forgot to mention before, but I'm involved in the BDSM community. I'm a dominant and Angel is my submissive. We have been dating for six years and playing in this role for the last four. It wasn't easy helping Angel adjust into this lifestyle but it has greatly benefited us both. Anyway back to the chair. It's your standard wooden chair with a leather cushion. But what makes it special are the straps for someone's hands and feet. Along with a hole cut through the middle of the seat that has a vibrating wand mounted underneath, poking through; a tool to help test the limits of the person sitting in it. I had planned on showing Angel the seat during our next session but I know her curiosity is going to speed up her introduction. "Please, sir, place me in the chair. I've been good, I deserve to sit in the chair," she said pouting her lips. "You'll be in the chair soon, baby. Let's go enjoy dinner and we can talk about it okay," I answered. I knew this wasn't going to be the end of this conversation. Anytime I brought home a new toy, Angel became like a child on Christmas Eve, eager to open the gift and play. But I knew I wanted to get through dinner and relax before we played. Angel stood on her tiptoes to try to kiss me but couldn't reach. I leaned down to meet her lips and press them against mine. I grabbed her hand and led her back into the house. I fixed our plates and set them at our respective seats. Normally, Angel would cook but I like to treat her when I want to involve something new in our playtime. And that usually involved one of her favorite foods, and a bottle of wine; tonight was no different. Jambalaya with French bread, salad, and boiled corn and potatoes, her favorite. About ten minutes after sitting down, I noticed Angel had barely touched her food. "What's wrong, baby, why aren't you eating? I made your favorite," I asked her. "I'm not hungry," she replied. "Not hungry? I've never known you not to be hungry when I cooked for you. Do you want me to make something else?" I asked. "No, this is fine. Etiler escort bayan I just...." she paused. "You what?" I asked. "I want to be put in the chair," she snapped back. I knew this was coming. She always becomes so eager whenever she finds a new toy. She puts on this bratty attitude and tries to annoy me until we use it, but she also knows I have no patience for these games. "I said we'll talk about it later. Now eat before your food gets cold," I said with a stern voice. I began eating again and noticed Angel was now playing with her food. She knew this annoyed me very much because she was acting out to get some attention. But this behavior doesn't get the attention she wants. She knows the outcome of her little games and what it leads to. This little game wasn't going to get her in the chair any sooner. "Last time, Angel, EAT YOUR FOOD! If it gets cold you'll be punished. And if you're punished you won't be able to sit anywhere, let alone that chair outside, now eat," I said. She placed her fork back on the napkin, pushed her plate away, and took a sip of her wine. She then placed her hands and elbows flat on the table. Now she knows manners were a big rule in this house and she knows I don't tolerate disobedience. I had to nip this little attitude in the bud before she took this any further. I stood up from my seat and pushed my chair in. I walked behind Angel and grabbed the back of her chair, then signaled for her to get up. "I don't have time for your attitude, Angel. If you want to play there's a right way to go about it. And what you're doing isn't it, now get up," I said. Angel turned and looked up at me. Knowing she had pushed my buttons. But she knew she was playing a dangerous game. "Sir," she said in her sweet voice. "I said get up, and lean across the couch," I snapped at her. She did as she was told and stood up. She walked to the couch and leaned over the back of the couch. Her breath started to increase knowing what was to come. I walked behind her and pulled her cotton shorts down to her ankles. No panties of course. She rarely wore them unless we were leaving the house. I leaned over her back and put my face against hers. "You will be punished for that little act you just put on. Do you understand me?" I asked. Angel shook her head yes and bit her bottom lip. Escort Eyüp Her breath increased with each passing second. As I pulled away from her she turned to me and tried to kiss me but I wasn't having it. I leaned back, away from her kiss and stood up straight. She had a want in her eyes knowing she was about to be punished. She wanted affection before I began. I took a step back and removed my belt from my pants. I folded the belt and ran it over her skin. Running it over her back and ass. "Mmmm," was what she managed to get out. I rubbed my hands in circles over her ass. Prepping it for what was to come. I leaned forward and grabbed a handful of her curls. Pulling her up off the couch. "I didn't appreciate your attitude from earlier, and you know that. So let's see if we can't fix that and resume our dinner without the attitude. I want you to count each strike, do you understand?" I said menacingly. "I understand, Sir," she replied."Good. You know better than to act out. Especially when I had made plans for us," I said. "I understand, Sir, and I apologize, " she answered. I brought my hand back with the belt and swung it forward, connecting with her ass. SWAT the first hit landed. "One," Angel yelled out. SWAT. "Two," she called out. SWAT."Three," she continued. SWAT. "FOUR," she continued. SWAT. "FIVE," this time she yelped out. Her brown ass had begun gaining a pinkish hue to it. I could see her hands gripped the couch. And her muscles began to tighten, anticipating the next hit. SWAT. "Six," she yelped again. SWAT. "Seven," she turned to look up at me. She had tears welling up in her eyes. SWAT. "Eight," she shrieked out. She had rissen to her toes and gripped the couch tightly. SWAT. "Nine," she continued counting. SWAT. "Ten," she hollered out. When she turned to look at me, a single tear rolled down her cheek. "Stay there and don't move," I said to her. I walk to the kitchen and reached into the freezer. Pulling out an ice pack. I walked towards Angel's seat and placed it on her chair. "Step out of those shorts, sit down, and eat. This time with no attitude. Do you understand?" I said. "Yes, Sir." Angel looked at me and nodded yes in agreement. I walked back to the table and removed her wine glass, going to place it in the sink. We both sat back down and started eating. This time with no attitude or bratty nonsense. We finished our dinner and began cleaning up, first clearing the table then washing the dishes. This was something we did together no matter who cooked or what we ate. We did the dishes in silence like always. It was a bonding experience we both enjoyed, just being in each other's company.