5 comments/ 5449 views/ 4 favorites The Borrowed Room By: Justrex 12-1-14 It wasn't my dungeon, but it was a dungeon and that was good enough for the moment. My house didn't have a space this size to turn into a playroom and while I was a smidgen jealous I didn't begrudge it's owners. After all, they'd graciously allowed me private access for this little adventure. My eyes and fingers strolled around the room, gazing and touching each piece of fantasy furniture. Two different spanking benches. A St. Andrew's Cross. One smallish cage and right next to it a large pet carrier that would fit a humongous dog or a small person. Fortunately most subs tended not to be claustrophobic. Some smaller non-fixed stocks and the like. Lots of chains and attachment points secured to the ceiling beams here and there. A big comfy-looking futon bed piled with pillows and stuffed animals sat in one corner as a decompression space. It was a beginning dungeon. Not completely jam packed with gear as so many tended to be. This was a good thing. Lots of room for improvement and places to put new stuff. I had a suspicion that I might be contributing a few items in the future. If not for my own amusement, then definitely as a return favor for the loan of the room. My personal needs as far as furniture was concerned on this day were fairly simple. Aside from the ambiance of preferring a dungeon, that is. I'd only needed two items they didn't have and I brought them with me since they were portable. A small wooden stool about two and a half feet tall. Simple and plain. Round seat with rungs between the legs, like any kitchen or dinette stool you might find in any house in America. Three bucks from a thrift store. It's worth to me? Priceless. The other was a pad from a chaise lounge which I had modified to suit a specific purpose I will describe later. Check my watch. Plenty of time. No time to dawdle, but more than enough to prepare. The girl would be here soon. There were two items of non-dungeon-ish furniture I had wanted and fortunately they were already there. Yard sale and thrift store items that always came in handy. One was a wooden library table which was usable for so many things. It wasn't so large it took up too much room but more than big enough to tie a pet down to all four corners for some play time, as well as being sturdy enough to hold two people in case things progressed that far. Plus it was just a handy place to put your stuff. I owed a large debt to whomever in antiquity first imagined the concept of the table. He or she was just a freaking genius. The other item I required was a long low coffee table. One of those old fake mission style things made by the millions back in the 70's. Dark wood. Two feet wide by over four feet long and massive as a block of granite. Seriously usable as they could stand a lot of banging around but a serious pain in the bucket when it came time to move. Since I'm all about not straining my back, especially at my age, I elected to move the library table closer to the coffee table rather than vice-versa. Placing the stool in between the two completed the heavy lifting portion of my prep work. When I bought the the chaise lounge pad I'd cut a long slit down the center of the cover material and scooped out a portion of the foam padding about four inches wide, two feet long and two inches deep. In this cavity I placed an electric "massager" with a round head, trailing the cord down the slit and out the end of the pad. Over this I placed a wide strip of soft leather and stuck it down with some flexible fabric glue. Now I had a pad with a built in massage head the protruded about two inches above the plane of the pad and less if someone was laying on top of it. Some extra electrical ingenuity put a variable speed control near the head of the pad where I could reach it. Today would determine if that project had been worth the effort or not. I laid the pad across the top of the coffee table and ran an extension cord to the wall socket. The few other props I needed slid out of my gym bag and onto the table top. A couple of them I covered with a towel to keep the surprise as long as possible. The others I wanted out in the open. My hands were shaking just a little bit. Not an uncommon occurrence at my age, but it irritated me. Of course I was excited on several different levels to account for it but still... I took a few moments to stretch and do some deep breathing to find my calm space and relax. Checked again. Steady as a rock. Excellent. This little scene had been years in the making. Little Miss Marigold Granger had been but an infant on the day we first met. The only daughter of a friend and his wife who were more or less on the outskirts of my social circle. People I saw infrequently most of the time. But I had encountered them often enough for their daughter to take a liking to me. Over the years I had watched her grow first into a sweet and endearing child, then a smart and imaginative teen followed too closely by a strong and self assured young lady. The transformation had been often astonishing. One of the things which had kept us in contact with each other over the years was our mutual love and admiration for books. She had a voracious appetite for the printed word and she valued my opinion highly. I could not even number the times I had sent her home with grocery sacks full of new books to read and new worlds to encounter. The eager smile on her lips was my reward. It was my love of books that would prove to be my downfall. Or perhaps my salvation. I'd had to take a few days down south on a short business trip and I had asked Marigold to watch the house and feed my dog while I was away. She'd readily agreed and had settled in with new treasures from my bookshelf as I headed out. Not once did I give a single thought to the bookshelf in the bedroom which held my personal collection of erotica. It was an eclectic assemblage from light erotica to outright porn with a heavy accent on BDSM-themed stories, since those were my favorite kink. Of course if I had given it a thought it wouldn't have mattered a bit, as that wonderful little girl was now over eighteen and more than capable of making up her own mind. In retrospect I probably should have been paying more attention to the look on her face when I returned home again. But I was just so happy to be home in one piece I didn't pay it any mind. Fast forward ten years One of the best things about moving back into town was being able to get reacquainted with my little golden child. I'd missed everything about her. While I had been away she'd married a very nice young man whom I both liked and approved of. He was more than good enough for my best girl. They seemed quite happy together and I was looking forward to being around both of them and at least being a small part of their life. What I wasn't really expecting was the amount of change which had taken place in the last ten years. I knew she and her husband were sharing a house with another couple. At first I thought it was just friends living together. The little bits of information slowly showed me they were living in a polyamorous relationship with these other young people. Kind of their own private little swingers club. Well! Good for them. Then a few more tidbits managed to make their way to the surface. Hints leading to this and that. Things which made my eyebrows crawl right up my forehead. One of those was a link to her profile on a well known kink website which opened up to show me facets of little Mari's psyche which I hadn't even suspected. Pictures of her naked which made me feel a little funny at first. Pictures of her in a little red fox costume. Ears and paws and a tail attached to her waist and nothing else. Those were... intriguing. But I still felt a little funny. Pictures of her playing with a certain cute little redhead that were highly erotic. Especially since I'd had some of the same thoughts about the same girl in my mind. Pictures of her and that redhead bound and gagged. The funny feeling faded some and left me warm all over. Pictures of my sweet little Mari bound in many different ways. Sometimes by herself and sometimes with her hubby or with a handful of different women. I clicked on each one and expressed my liking of her choice of both play activities and partners. That funny feeling had completely disappeared by this time. If that wasn't enough, my little golden child decided that "Dear sweet Uncle Rex" wasn't quite getting the message fast enough and began sending me more in emails. Each one had a dozen or more pictures attached. Each one of those pics was designed for a sole purpose: To get me hard and wanting. They worked. Then came the videos. Oooohhhh... snap. The tamest one was her setting up her phone as a video camera with music playing in the background. Then she turned her back, hiked up that skimpy little dress around her waist and shook her fine little ass to the music. And it was definitely one fine little ass. They got more and more explicit from there. One of my very favorite videos ever was twelve minutes of Mari's face. Just her face, nothing more. I say "nothing more" if you discount the fact that for the following twelve minutes I got to see that little darling moving from one orgasm to the next. Not those fake screaming orgasms you see in the porn films. Real, actual happy trembling waves of ecstasy passing over and over her face. You couldn't see what was going on below the camera angle to cause such reactions, but it didn't matter. All that mattered was her angelic smile and the look of sublime pleasure. It was very easily, hands down, the sexiest thing I had ever seen in my life. And that's saying something. I've seen some stuff. I sat behind my computer and growled. Howled. Hardened repeatedly. Made several messes. Cleaned them up and started all over, watching those videos again and again. I knew that most of these pictures and videos were not made expressly for my benefit. But once again, it didn't matter. Not one bit. What did matter was she had sent them to me. And, as if she still wasn't sure I was getting the message, she began interspersing her emails with "I want you." Well, that was pretty plain. Most of my replies went along this line: "My little golden fox- I want you too, love. I just hope you are ready to pay the price for teasing your dear grouchy old uncle this way. You are driving me to distraction. One day soon I will turn you over my knee and paddle you soundly for that. I'm just sayin'... -Uncle R" I was getting her message. I wonder if she was getting mine? I guess I'd soon find out. She was due any moment. Setting all of this up had taken some work. Getting the things made and arranging to borrow this wonderful little room. Telling my little Hermione (a pet name only hardcore Potterheads would recognize) when and where and what. In most of my interactions with Mari over the years I had just been in "sweet old funny uncle" mode. It was a role I'd taken with her for decades. Though a number of my messages of late had been growly and dark with threats of repercussions, I'd never gone full-blown "Dom" with her before. Now was the time. "Miss marigold- It has come the time for Me to show you the error of your ways, girl. Saturday evening, 6pm sharp. 407 2nd Street. In the basement. Wear that short little silvery dress. You know which one. And nothing else. I will be waiting. Do NOT be late. -Rex" Then there she was. Right on the dot of the hour I heard the sound of the door opening and closing upstairs. It amused me to imagine her standing on the step, a combination of excitement and trepidation crossing her face as she counted down the seconds. Perhaps her thighs and hips twitching a bit in anticipation, nipples hard under the thin material of that skimpy scrap of dress. Maybe even the cheeks of her ass tightening in expectation of taking the brunt of my displeasure over her incessant teasing. Her footsteps were soft on the wood floor overhead. Due to the layout of the house I got to listen to each step as she made her way to the basement door. At the door she hesitated and the smile of a hungry wolf awaiting it's prey crossed my lips. One breath. Two... Three... and the door opened. One more breath and a sigh before her little bare feet appeared on the top step. Each step down showed more and more of those fine smooth legs. I almost wondered for a moment if she had disobeyed (or felt a little extra bold) and decided to come down totally naked in an attempt to throw me off my game. If she had, it probably would have worked. I'd have been disconcerted. But then the hem of her dress came into view, just covering the tops of her thighs and her taut little ass. Fingers barely touching the handrail, showing her confidence. Or trying to, anyway. I could also see the tenseness in her body. Her hand ready to grab the rail and sprint back up the stairs at a moments notice. I reveled in her uncertainty. She knew what I was going to do. Some of it, anyway. I'd made that more than clear enough. Yes, my little Marigold had been spanked before. Many times. I'd seen the pictures. She was an experienced submissive. More than one Dom/me had wrung cries of pain and pleasure from her lips over the years. Hell, Mari had endured things much more extreme than what I had planned for her. But this... this was different. It was personal. I wasn't just some Dom she had met and agreed to a play session with. There were no pre-scene "negotiations" or safe word discussions. Her husband wasn't waiting upstairs or lurking in the corner keeping an eye on his girl or even taking pictures or video to memorialize the event so it could be posted on her web page. Although I do wish I would have thought of that... damn. Ah, well... I was her kindly old uncle Rex, who she'd managed to push beyond the limits of my endurance. Now all she knew for sure that I was going to punish her for teasing me. And maybe... just maybe... I was going to give her what she wanted. I did so love the look in a subbies eyes when they didn't know what was going to happen next. The look in her eyes in no way disappointed me. My little Mari, who was always so bubbly and ebullient was a bit subdued and unsure of herself for the first time in many many years. There was a little nervous smile on her lips and a look of uncertainty in her eyes as she paused on the very last step, as if unsure she really wanted to complete the journey. After all, it had taken us almost twenty eight years to reach this place. With one more soft sigh, she stepped down to the floor. "Hello, Sir." My heart trembled a little bit, hearing those words. I'd always been "Rex" or "Uncle" before. Other bits of my anatomy stirred as well at her words. "Right on time, little golden child. Good girl." It was her turn to shiver a bit at mine. Even from across the room I could clearly see the hard little nubs of her nipples poking through the thin material. It seemed she had indeed followed my directions to the letter. My finger pointed to the rug in front of my feet. "Right here, girl." With a barely whispered "Yes, Sir." she crossed the room and knelt at my feet, composing herself with eyes down and hands on her thighs. A very experienced sub indeed. "Do you know why you are here, child?" "You are going to paddle me for teasing you, Sir." "Are you sorry you teased your poor old uncle, Mari?" A grin twisted her lips and she shook her head. "Nope." I had to fight hard not to chuckle myself. "Even though you knew this was going to happen." "Yes, Sir. Even so." "All righty, then." If anybody at work heard me say that, there would be eyebrows raised. It was my "Oh snap, here we go..." phrase. It seemed appropriate at the time. I was planning on raining fire on that pert little butt of hers. Picking up two things from the table, I tossed one of them into her lap. A black stretchy hair band. "As much as I love that mass of beautiful curly hair, it will be in my way this evening, baby girl. Tie it back for me, please." "Yes, Sir." She barely got that done before her eyes widened as I showed her the second item. It was a collar I had made from dark leather and brass chains. Any other time it would have made her gush like a schoolgirl. Tonight it just made her eyes go wide and I jumped in to speak before any of the words could reach her lips. "I am well aware that you belong to another, golden girl. But I have spoken to Red, as well as Cuffs and Kan and they consented graciously. Said to send you their love, of course." I held out the collar, dangling it in front of her eyes. "By wearing this you agree that tonight you belong to nobody but Me." Fingers gently reached out, touching mine for a brief moment as she took it from my grasp. She clutched it in her hand and pressed it to her chest in between those sweet titties, lowering her head and her eyes. "I... I am honored, Sir." Then those gorgeous brown eyes lifted to mine and she said "Thank you, Master." I tried my best to ignore what hearing that from her own mouth did to my heart. Gruffly I said "If you agree, put it on, girl. We have things to do." "Oh! Yes, Sir! Of course!" Hastily she buckled it in place around her neck. It made me feel a little better about my own excitement when I saw her fingers were trembling as she fumbled the strap before getting it placed and snugged down. As I suspected, that plain little collar became as dazzling as one of the crown jewels around her neck. My little Marigold could make mud look like diamonds. On with the show. "Stand up." I raised my hand. "Lift your dress up around your waist." She had indeed followed my directions. Nothing under that skirt but pure golden girl. Shaved clean except for a thin patch of fur about two fingers wide and three inches long. A "landing strip" as the kids nowadays call it. Whatever it was, I liked it. "Turn around." Target acquired and locked. Weapons hot. That sweet little bottom which was going to be the target of at least most of my frustrations over the last few months. It pleased me no end to see that her thighs and hips were slightly in motion even as she tried to stand still. The muscles of her ass twitched and flexed in anticipation. As I stepped up close behind her, the tension in the room almost crackled like static electricity. Deciding to break it just for a moment, I leaned in and whispered "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good." A quick "Eep!" escaped her lips and she broke into a giggle which suddenly cut off as I grabbed her thick curly hair roughly where she had tied it back. "Are you wet, girl?" I hissed. She mewled a little in her need. "Oooohhhh... yes, Sir! I'm so fucking wet I can't believe it!" I released her and sat down on my stool, one hand patting the top of my thigh. "Good. Come her, Mari. Keep your dress up." Like the good girl she was, she laid herself over my lap. One hand grabbed the rungs of the stool and I pulled her other arm behind her, securing it in the small of her back with my fingers wrapped around her wrist. She made a small squeal and kicked a bit as I lifted my foot up on the rung, pulling her feet free of the ground. That made me chuckle. "Are you sorry yet?" "Nope! Eek!!" Her sassy reply was cut short by my palm smacking her ass hard, leaving a pink imprint of my hand on the pale flesh of her butt. I took just a moment to admire my handiwork. Pun intended. Deciding I liked the results, I continued. A dozen or more swats landed at different intervals and different places on her bottom while she gasped and squeaked and wiggled and kicked her feet. Normally I am more controlled, measuring out each stroke before I begin and keeping track of how many, even having a punished pet count them out loud. The Borrowed Room But I got lost in the moment, just enjoying my work. I didn't stop until her whole bottom was a nice even shade of pink and I could hear the beginning of tears in her gasps. In truth, I wasn't really spanking her all that hard. I was far from "angry" with her for teasing me. I don't punish angry anyway. It was all part of the game. And this was just the opening salvo. My rough palm slid gently over her warm pink skin. Marigold sighed and wiggled at my touch. "How about now, love? Are you sorry yet?" "Ummmm... no?" I chuckled softly and gave her one more swat as I lowered her feet back to the floor. "Good." My forearm slid under her chest and I helped her back to her feet. One finger waved at her. "Take that off and we'll continue with part two." In mere seconds the dress was a rumpled pile at her feet. Her rapidity in removing it gave evidence to some of her own excitement. As if the flush on her face and those hard nipples weren't enough. "Hands behind your neck, Mari." That action lifted her firm little titties even higher and forced her to straighten her spine. Those big brown eyes lifted to mine as I stepped close. "Are you still wet, girl?" A shy smile made its way across her mouth. "Mmmm... yes, Sir. Holy crow, I'm dripping." "Do you think I'm done with that little bottom of yours?" She shook her head. "No, Sir." I stepped behind her to grab that handful of hair again firmly and leaned in to hiss in her ear. "Do you still want me, Mari?" A gasp left her lips. "Y-yes, Sir. I do. Oh!" As she spoke I propelled her across to the library table. Along the front edge I had draped a towel and I stopped when her upper thighs came in contact. A small wooden paddle was laying next to the towel. It was shaped somewhat like a kitchen spoon, but unlike any other it was completely flat and it was shorter and wider across it's rounded part. It was very clearly made to be nothing more than a punishment tool. "Hands out in front of you, dear. Bend over the table." Obediently, but with her eyes on that paddle, she did as I ordered. A small noise escaped her lips when I picked it up. She made a startled noise and jumped a little when I tapped her on the inside of her thigh. "Spread your legs for me, Mari." Just saying that made me smile. I could very easily see that she was indeed quite wet. Her pussy lips were glistening with her natural lubricant. A happy little sigh as I cupped her pussy in my palm. She wiggled and pushed back into my touch. When one finger slipped up inside of her she lifted her head and shivered, a little "Ahh.. Hmmmm..." slipping from her lips. The girl was showing off for me, gripping my finger with her internal muscles, squeezing me tightly. I was indeed impressed. It would have been diverting to play with her pussy and see if I could make her come right then and there. As wound up as she was, I didn't think it would take all that long. But I had other plans. Pulling out of her, I leaned over and pressed the finger so recently inside of her to those sweet lips on the other end. "Clean it off for me, Mari." Her mouth opened and she sucked my finger inside, her little tongue lashing around wantonly. My little golden girls' head bobbed back and forth while she sucked my finger like a miniature cock. While she was so entertained my other hand tapped her bottom lightly with the spoon while I mused. "I'm thinking sixteen, dear. Four sets of four with a small break in between each. I have a present for you there under that towel. If you are a good girl I'll give it to you after... twelve, I think. The last four will be in appreciation. Then we will move on to part three." I tapped her bottom a little bit harder. "Does that sound good to you, love?" She nodded with my finger still in her mouth. "Mmmm-hmm..." "Excellent. So..." I slipped my finger from her lips, changed hands with the paddle and put my other palm down in the small of her back. I didn't even give her a moment to prepare. After all, she did deserve it for the teasing. "Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!" Back and forth from cheek to cheek. Each blow of the wood striking her flesh made a red welt raise on her skin. A little shriek escaped her throat before she could stifle it back and she rose up on her tiptoes while her hips wiggled, vainly trying to escape the fiery sting. She said "Owie! Owie!", making me chuckle. Then just as suddenly, the first four were done. "Are you sorry now, girl?" "N-nooooo... Master... Ahhh! Mmmm...!" Once again I cupped her pussy and slipped a finger up inside of her. My thumb went between her trembling ass cheeks and pressed to the little rose of her sphincter while my other fingers rubbed against her hard clit. As I suspected, it didn't take long at all. Mari wiggled and gasped and shivered and came hard against my hand, wetting my palm with her juices. "How many was that, Mari?" "Haahhh... Hmmm... F-four, S-sir. Hooooooo..." "And how many left?" "T-twelve?" "Exactly." And once again I didn't give her time to react or prepare. My hand slipped from between her thighs and grabbed the paddle anew. "Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!" Another scream of "Owie! Owie!" as her skin got even redder where the paddle landed. Her legs stiffened as she did an amusing little dance and I could see her fighting to stop herself from trying to defend her assailed bottom. "How about now, girl child? Sorry yet?" "Oooohhh... fuck... owie... No, Sir." Her words were a bit muffled as she had bowed her head to the table. While she wasn't looking I slipped something from under the towel. The cap of the tube of lubricant popped open with my thumb. I shot a generous glob onto my index finger, then pressed it between the stinging moons of her ass cheeks and placed the pad of my finger at her tightest opening. Her head came up and she cried "Oh!" then "Ooooohhhhh..." as I conquered the initial resistance and my finger wormed it's way deep into her ass. I worked it in and out then added more lube and a second finger, opening her even wider accompanied by her moans. Holy great leaping jesus fuck on a stick I was horny. So hard it was getting uncomfortable and a bit painful, even in my loose fitting jeans. I wanted nothing more than to drop my pants and replace my fingers with my aching cock, fucking that sweet snug little ass of hers until I filled her to the brim with my sticky come. But, I had plans and I needed to stick to them. Fucking damn it all, anyway. I kept my fingers moving, twisting this way and that as they moved in and out. Mari was moaning and trembling while she pressed her bottom back into me. "How many was that, dear?" "Uuuhhhh... what?" "How many, dear? If you've lost track I'll have to start all over again." "Uuuhhhh... Ummm... Ummm... Eight?" I smiled, even if she couldn't see it. My other hand patted her bottom. "Good girl. Now... before we begin again I have a present. I'll show it to you and let you warm it up before I actually give it to you." I'm sure my words were a little perplexing, but I distracted her by slowly removing my fingers from her clenching bottom while she moaned in dismay. To draw the moment out, I spent a little bit of time washing my hands with some liquid sanitizer and wiping them clean on the edge of the towel. I always say "If you can't be good, at least be sanitary." "This took me quite a while to make, Mari. Finding all of the right stuff and putting it together was kind of a headache." I smiled at her. "But you have always been worth a little extra effort, love. Anyway..." I said as I revealed what I had hidden there. "I do hope you like them." Laying on the table were two ears and a tail, all done in gray fur. The tail was fluffy and about eighteen inches long attached to a medium sized butt plug. The ears were gray on the outside with pink felt on the inside. They were tall and pointy, just like a real foxes ears. I figured since she already had a red fox costume I'd make a gray fox set to go with her different moods. I picked up one of the ears to show her. "Rather than just glue these to a headband like most people do, I did some research and attached them to separate hair clips. That way you can adjust them anyway you wish and not have to worry about the headband breaking. Here, let me show you." Leaning over the table, I clipped first one then the other ear into her thick curly hair, getting them as even as I could and clipped nice and securely. Then I handed her a small hand mirror and smiled as she gazed at her ears. Fractions of a second later my arms were full of naked squirming girl as she jumped up and wrapped her arms around my neck, squeezing me tight. "They're beautiful, Uncle Rex.. thank you!!" Her eyes lifted to mine and right before our lips met she whispered "I love you." I'll admit that I got lost in her arms and her lips for a little while. Even though she was small, my little Mari was definitely no little girl anymore. I was more than acutely aware my arms were full of a fully grown completely naked woman whose entire body was pressed against the front of mine and kissing me with all of the assurance of a woman who knew exactly what she wanted. I could have very easily lifted her onto the table or carried her over to the futon and spent the next few hours making love to her over and over again. She was making it pretty plain with her lips and her body she would not have minded that at all. Especially when one hand slipped down between our bodies and very pointedly grabbed my hard prick through the material of my jeans. Her pussy was rubbing against one of my legs in her need and those slim little fingers were squeezing and stroking me with the same sense of urgency. Oh yeah... I had to do something quickly or my plans were going to be lost. I could already feel a steady stream of precome making a sticky mess inside my pants. My hands grabbed her wrists and wrestled them behind her back while she moaned in protest against my lips. I leaned into her mouth, then pulled back slightly, nipping her lower lip with my teeth, making her squeak. "Uncle Rex! I... I want... please..." "Look at me, Marigold." Her eyes lifted to mine. "Do you want your tail to go with those ears, love?" "I... just want you..." "And you shall have me, little fox. But not until the time is right and not until we are done here. You still owe me eight more for your teasing." A little gasp as she remembered her stinging bottom. One hand held her wrists and the other captured her chin as I made her look at me. "Do you want your tail, girl?" "Oooohhh... yes, Sir. I do!" I smiled, patted her cheek and kissed her once more quickly. "Good girl. Now back over the table, love." "Oooohhh... yes, Sir." Once more she was bent over the end of the table, arms outstretched and her snug little butt clenching up in anticipation. She could barely keep her hips still and it made me smile. "Do you like your tail little love?" "Mmmm... yes, Sir. I love it." "Do you think it will feel good in your bottom?" She wiggled and clenched a little. "Yes, Sir. Although..." "Although what?" She was a bit pink. "I could think of something that would feel much better... Sir." I chuckled and patted her bottom affectionately. "We might get to that, Mari. Later, perhaps. We'll see. Right now I need you to do something for me." I picked up her tail and presented the tip of the plug to her lips. "While I'm getting your bottom properly prepared, I want you to get this nice and warm and slippery." Her cheeks went a bit pinker then she slowly parted her lips. Mari made quite a little production of it, using her tongue and lips as if it were a real cock. Bobbing up and down a few times and planting kisses on the tip before she slid it all the way in and closed her mouth around the narrow part at the base with a satisfied hum coming from the back of her throat. None of that performance was lost on me. I was harder than I had ever been in my life. The paddle made little circles around and around on the pink flesh of her bottom. She wiggled and shivered. "Four more, love. Four more and then we will see how well your new toy fits. And after that the last four with the paddle in appreciation of dear old uncle's hard work. Are you ready?" She nodded. "Mmmmm-hmmmmm... Mwaah!!" The first smack caught her off guard and she almost spit the toy out on the table. Her whole butt clenched up tight and she went up on her tiptoes. I chuckled. "Don't lose that, dear. If you drop it I may very well lose track." She moaned in frustration and discomfort and squeaked each time she felt the paddle touch her smarting bottom. "Smack!" The second one made her do a little dance and moan louder around the toy filling her mouth. "Spread your legs apart further, Mari." She'd clamped her thighs tightly together in an effort to protect herself any way she could. With an effort, she took a deep breath and spread her feet wider apart, opening herself up to me. Another half warm and half evil chuckle came from my lips. One hand went to the small of her back and I patted her bottom with the paddle in the places I had avoided on purpose so far. That little space right at the base of each ass cheek, just above the tops of her thighs. The legendary "sweet spot" famed in song and story since spankings first began. Mari made little worried noises as I patted her there softly back and forth. "Smack! Smack!" And a little scream came from her full mouth as I connected perfectly twice. She jumped and shivered hard and tried to pull her legs together, but I quickly put my foot between hers to keep her from moving. "Keep your legs spread, girl." Another dollop of lube and I reached between her cheeks and pressed insistently at the opening of her ass. She moaned and gasped and squeaked as I slid my finger inside of her tight little hole. As I moved in and out, I leaned over and first licked then blew a cool stream of air across each of the reddened patches at the bottom of her butt. More lube and a second finger alongside the first. "Deep breath good girl." She moaned and gasped and made inarticulate noises as I levered her open even wider. Both fingers went in all the way and I turned them back and forth, eliciting more satisfying sounds from her throat. "Are you ready for your tail, little fox?" "Aaahhh-hmmmm..." She nodded jerkily. "Mmmmm-hmmmmm..." "Good girl. Hand it to me, then." I got to listen to a new round of open mouthed moans and gasps of "Oh god... Ooooohhhhh... fuck.." as I replaced my fingers with the tip of the plug and pushed it firmly into her. At it's widest the toy was just a bit wider than my two fingers and Mari whined a little in discomfort and panted as it stretched her poor abused bottom even more. Finally with a little patience and determination from both of us, the base of the plug slid home between her cheeks. The muscles in her butt alternately clenched and relaxed as she tried to get used to the feeling and she lay face down on the table, panting. Allowing her a moment to relax, I took the time to clean my hands once more. "How does that feel, baby girl?" "Mmmmmm..." She smiled softly. "It feels wonderful." Her head popped up. "Will you do me a favor?" "Certainly, little fox." "If I get my phone, will you take a picture of my new tail for me?" I smiled. "Of course, dear. Run and fetch it. Hurry back. We still have part three." "There's more? Ooooohhhhh..." Moving slowly with one hand on her bottom, she moved up the stairs then came back with her phone. Of course she had to show me how to use the thing, but once I got the hang of it, I snapped off a few pics of her with her ears and showing off her new tail then told her firmly to shut it off and put it down. Pointing to the pad on the coffee table I said, "Right here, Mari. On your tummy." Eyeing the bulge in the pad dubiously, she lay down as instructed. I went down to the end of the table and moved her back until her little pussy was snugged right up against the head of the massager. Walking back to the other end I got her up on her elbows and crouched down in front of her face. I cupped her cheek, one thumb stroking her softly. "Are you sorry for teasing me, Mari?" She gave me a smile and shook her head. "No, Sir." I leaned in and kissed her and as I did so my thumb turned the massager on it's lowest setting. She jumped a little and moaned softly into my mouth. From the corner of my eye I could see her pelvis in motion, slowly humping against the vibrating thing between her legs. My thumb clicked the controller up one more notch, making her wiggle harder. It only took a few moments for her to have at least a small orgasm against my lips. I pulled back as she panted and wiggled. "This will be the last punishment I had planned, golden girl. A little of what I want and maybe a little of what you want. After this we will call it square. Does that sound fair to you?" "Mmmm... yes, Sir." I patted her cheek and stood up. Standing right in front of her, my hands went to my waist and loosened my belt then undid the top button of my jeans. Those amazingly sweet brown eyes were wide as I slid my zipper down and opened my pants. My hard prick sprung out maybe an inch from her nose. I'd been hard for hours seemingly and it felt so good just to have it free from the confines of my pants. She started to reach for me and I pushed her hand away. "Not yet, girl. Not until I tell you. There's one more thing." As she watched I slid my leather belt loose, holding it by the buckle. I wrapped it once around my fist, leaving a good long tail of leather hanging down. Her eyes got even wider and she shivered. My other hand reached down and pulled back my foreskin, pointing it right at her lips. "Now, golden girl. Pay close attention to what you are doing, love. When I am done, you are done." With that I leaned forward. Mari opened her lips and sucked my prick into her mouth, that hot wet little tongue swirling around and around. Oh lordy that felt good. The girl definitely knew what she was doing. I had been waiting a very long time for this and it felt every bit as amazing as I had imagined. Add her talent to the fact her whole body was in motion from the massager vibrating away against her pussy making little squeaks and moans erupt from her throat. That sent little electric shocks which radiate from my prick and danced up and down my spine. If I wasn't so busy I would have jumped up and down and pumped my fist in the sir. But I was indeed quite busy. The hand holding my belt swung idly back and forth at my side. Looking down I could see her eyeing it sideways with a little frown of concern. Chuckling softly, I placed a hand on the back of her head, just behind those cute little fox ears. "You just watch what you are doing, love. I'll handle the rest." I lifted my hand and the belt swung down. "Swat!" Right across the middle of one ass cheek. "Mmmmmmmmm...!" Mari squealed around her mouthful of my cock and kicked her feet. When the second one landed on the opposite side she squealed loud and humped her pelvis hard against the mat, then opened her mouth wide as she moaned. From the way she shivered I was pretty sure she had just come again. I damn near did, too. Luckily I had self control. I wasn't anywhere near done yet. "Aaaahhh... hmmm... what a good girl. Keep going love." My fingers curled in her hair as she bobbed her head back and forth. That sweet little mouth was probably one of the most amazing things I had ever encountered in my life. As I mentioned, that is saying a lot. I've been around. During the next ten minutes I managed to keep us both pretty busy. Since my girl was small, I could reach pretty far down and managed to lay a few stripes down the insides of her thighs as well as all over that poor ass of hers with the business end of my belt. I kept the strokes uneven so she couldn't anticipate when the next one was coming All the while Mari bucked and moaned and squealed and sucked and came over and over again. And each time she moaned around me I fought to keep from coming right then and there. The Borrowed Room Finally I couldn't take it any more. My arm went limp and the belt dropped to the floor. Sweat was dripping down into my eyes and my fingers were curled into her hair rather tightly. The orgasm was racing down my spine like a blazing hot frozen locomotive out of control. "Aaah! Oh fuck... good girl... Mmmmmm... good girl... Aaaahhhhhhhhhhh..." My back arched and my mind flew away in a tempest. As if from miles and miles away I could feel my hot sticky come flooding her mouth and the indescribable ecstasy of her swallowing each and every drop. One small part of my mind which remained rational announced with surprise that I had come more than once, which had never happened before. The announcement was noted, filed and forgotten. I was busy. A little while later found us laying back on the futon, totally exhausted. Mari lay on her tummy with her head on my chest, one of her ears tickling the bottom of my chin while I stroked her back softly. She'd been still for so long I was certain she'd fallen asleep. Looking around the borrowed room, I was more than happy with the accommodations. As I mentioned, it wasn't completely stocked with everything a discerning Dom/me might need, but it was close enough for my needs. I was more than satisfied. Before I closed my eyes for a little nap of my own I whispered "Mischief managed." From somewhere down on my chest a small giggle turned into a snore.