REND: Prior Cycle (Old Version)

I was as surprised as Deen that my slap connected. She did a little skip as she yelped, her bubbly butt jiggling. Her skin started to redden, highlighting an outline of my hand on the milky cheek. I used a little superstrength because I thought she’d avoid the strike. If I hit a regular human with it, they’d have a squished butt and broken pelvic bone.

“Why did you spank me?” Deen turned around, holding her behind. “That hurt!”

“I’m so sorry! I thought your Guardian Angel would warn you. Did it?”

Deen fervently shook her head, her breasts bouncing the opposite way like a pendulum. “I didn’t hear anything. Don’t assume that I ignored Gabe’s warning.”

“Huh? That’s weird. Like, spanking you definitely counts as danger. Your Guardian Angel has alerted your for less. Unless…”

“Unless Gabe didn’t consider it dangerous.” Deen faced left, her cheeks reddening. “Because I wanted it,” she breathlessly added.

I raised a brow. “What are you talking about?”

“I want to be spanked. It’s painful… But I think… I think I want it. However, I also want to know it’s coming.”

“You… want to be spanked?” I raised a hand. Somehow, I readily accepted Deen’s freakiness. This was tame compared to her other kinks. “Turn around.” And I had the chance to get revenge for all my grievances against her, especially for taking away my personal space.

“Yes. I’ll—Wait! I have a new idea!” Deen’s eyes sparkled. This was a bad sign—her messed-up brain surely came up with something weird. “What if…?”

I rolled my eyes. “Just say it, Deen. No need to be embarrassed. We’ve done a lot of nasty stuff already.”

“This isn’t nasty,” Deen snapped, sounding miffed. “Don’t think of me that way. My idea is that you’ll be my master. You’ll order me to do poses while you spank my butt. That isn’t nasty, is it?”

“Um… I’m not sure. Maybe we should poll the entire country to see what they think of it.” This wasn’t too bad.

I could see why Deen would get off on some domination play. The thrill of experiencing opposites. Deen was always in control and very bossy; reversing her role, getting a feel of the other end, was a novel experience. Maybe that was also the reason she was attracted to me, because we were as opposite as can be.

“Can you do it for me, Erind?” Deen asked, cupping my cheeks. She ran her thumb across my lips.

I licked her thumb before saying, “I’ll do it. But you have to call me ‘Mistress’. That’s the counterpart of master, right?”

“Yes, my Mistress,” Deen whispered. She then giggled while kneading my cheeks. “You’re so cute when you take charge!”

I pulled away from her hands. “Then let me take charge. On your knees.” I sat on the edge of the bed and pointed at the spot on the floor in front of me.

Deen knelt on the tiles. I was taller than her by a couple of inches because of the bed’s height. I held her breasts, feeling their weight. I appreciated Deen’s hardened nipple pushing against the sheer fabric of her bra. Having an almost transparent covering was more arousing than actual nudity.

I scooped Deen’s breasts out of the cups of her bra. Then I pinched her nipples, gradually tightening my hold until Deen squirmed from discomfort. I pulled her nipples up, and her heavy breasts along with them. I let go of her nipples. The boob drop looked so tantalizing that my jaw almost dropped.

“Do you like what you see, Mistress?” Deen demurely asked, fluttering her eyelashes. She was super getting into this.

I slapped her right breast. The crack echoed in the room. Deen grimaced. It probably slightly hurt because her skin did turn red. Not even a couple of seconds, the redness was gone. I slapped her left breast. This was super fun!

“Erind, don’t get too immersed abusing me,” Deen said with a frown. “Gabe’s warning me nonstop. Do something that pleases me.”

I grabbed her chin and made her look up at me. “Is that how you talk to your Mistress?”

“N-no…?” Deen started to breathe loudly.

“Is that a question?”

“No, Mistress. I’m sorry for speaking disrespectfully.”

“Do you like me spanking you instead of slapping your breast?”

Deen nodded. “If Mistress would be so kind as to spank me instead.” Props to Deen for switching to this way of speaking. “It makes me feel like… I’m a na-naughty gi-girl.” She sputtered towards the end, breaking out in giggles. “I’m so sorry, Mistress Erind. I couldn’t say that with a straight face.”

I rolled my eyes. Deen couldn’t stick to her role as usual, and she was the one who had asked for this. Really dampened my enthusiasm. But the show must go on!

“Let’s move over there,” I said, pointing toward the balcony.

Deen gasped. “Are you going to order me to go out naked?”

“No. We’ve already done that. And I don’t want others to see you, my precious sla—uh, treasure. Precious and beautiful treasure.” I actually wanted to say ‘slave’, but Deen would probably object to that.

“You genuinely thought that I’m your precious treasure?” Deen choked on her words. Her eyes started to water. “That’s so sweet, Erind. My heart is—”

“Call me Mistress,” I sternly cut in. “Don’t forget.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Deen said.

And I was starting to like the sound of this. Maybe we should have more of this play.

Deen stood a foot away from the exit to the balcony. Air came in, causing her golden locks to dance. She definitely looked like a goddess, the light blue of the bra and panties she wore complemented by the blue sky and sea behind her. Ocean.

“Face the wall.” I transferred myself to the right side of the bed to marvel at Deen’s side profile. “Don’t look at me,” I added. “Just the wall. Go down on all fours, on your knees and hands.”

Deen lowered herself to the ground, palms flat and knees slightly apart. Her skimpy lingerie dug into her hips and sides, creating juicy little humps of flesh. It felt very empowering to order her into such an embarrassing position.

Her reddish cheeks showed that she was definitely embarrassed. But she also enjoyed it, as shown by the slight smile she tried to suppress.

“Arch your back,” I said. “Not that. Curve downward. Looking like a turtle isn’t sexy.”

“You should’ve specified,” Deen murmured.

She lowered her chest to the floor while pushing her butt upward. It was like those yoga poses. I had tried yoga a few times back in high school. Then again, I was way more flexible back then compared to now.

“Is that backtalk I hear?” I asked in a haughty tone.

“I’m sorry, Mistress.”

“Push your chest out. Make your breast touch the floor while you curve your back.” I stood up and knelt beside Deen. “Do you feel the cold of the floor tiles? Does it make your nipples harder?”

Deen nodded, giving me a sidelong glance. “I must say that you’re doing splendid, Erind. I can’t believe you can give an air of a dominatrix.”

I groaned. “Ugh… Deen, can you keep to your role? I’m doing my best here and your ruining things.”

She stuck her tongue out before switching into a pitiful expression. “I’m so sorry, Mistress. I’ll behave now,” she said in a quivering voice. It kind of sounded like she was holding back laughter, but it also made it seem like she was scared. Deen was pretending, but it actually turned me on.

“Lift your butt up,” I said, circling to her back.

Deen’s butt cheeks spread as she followed my instructions. The silken back covering of her panties was swallowed into the valley, accentuating the rounded globes on either side, until I could no longer see them. From this view, it seemed like Deen had no underwear.

I gently caressed her butt. She wiggled it, as if inviting me.

And I did as she wanted. I slapped her left cheek. It jiggled as it reddened. I hit the other cheek with a bit of stronger force. Deen let out a small moan.

I hooked my finger into the back of her panties. I ran my hooked finger parallel to her deep valley, digging out the back of her panties. Panty or panties? Was this an example of that singular but actually plural bullshit?

“Are you enjoying this?” I moved Deen’s panties aside to witness the glistening treasure hidden. This was definitely a treasure, and it was all mine.

“Ye-yes, Erind—Erm, I mean, Mistress.”

“Really? Let me check it.” I inserted a couple of fingers inside Deen.