Cold As Ice - another erotic bedtime story from Catherine

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I peer through the peephole in my door and watch you for a moment. Standing on my doorstep, eyes bright and expectant – looking like an eager puppy – if you had a tail, it would be wagging. All bright shiny face and flowers. You must be feeling quite romantic! I smile as I anticipate the next expression on your face. Will it be disappointment (surely not)? Fear perhaps? Yes, that’s more likely. I open the door and it amuses me to see your jaw drop. Just seeing my face and hair tells you everything you need to know – tells you just what to expect. My hair is scraped back tightly from my face – not a single wisp escapes, my expressionless face is painted white, my lips blood-red. You swallow visibly. I open the door wider and motion you inside. I don’t speak, but then my tightly-laced corset hardly allows me to breathe. Even in your apprehension you can’t resist glancing at the sight of my breasts threatening to spill over the top of the corset. I close the door and walk ahead of you and feel your eyes on my exposed buttocks as I walk down the hallway. You had expected me to turn into the cosy living room but, as you feared, we’re going into that other room. That cold room. I open the door and speak for the first time. “Undress.” You know better than to question me. Disobeying doesn’t even enter your mind. I fold my arms and watch you as you drop each item of clothing onto the cold, white-tiled floor. The bright, harsh lighting is hardly flattering to any naked flesh and you shiver – not only because it’s cold in there. You try to lick your lips but your mouth is suddenly dry, so dry. You kneel without being told and I leave the room.

By the time I return your knees are sending urgent messages of pain to your brain and even though you know the torture won’t be over, at least it will soon be different. I motion you to bend over the bench in the centre of the room and bind your wrists and ankles, head down. At this point surely I’ll caress your bottom, stroke your hair perhaps? I don’t touch you. I don’t speak. Instead, with no preliminaries I begin to spank your arse with my light bamboo paddle. The blows come fast and furious – not too hard but in rapid succession. You’re so shocked that you don’t even count the blows but you cry out in pain and surprise. You know that you’ll pay for that – later. The spanking stops and you hear me leave the room again. You don’t know how much time passes but your confusion eases a little and you calm yourself – savouring the sweet pain in your buttocks. This is not like the playful spanking over my knee. No warm thigh against which to grind your hard cock. The position you’re in makes your body ache, your head ache but most of all your heart aches, doesn’t it? Aches for something from me. At first you wanted some gesture of affection, by now you just want any kind of gesture. Anything. You hear me enter the room again. Surely this time…? Again without speaking, without any preliminaries I begin to spank you. This time the blows are slower, but harder. I concentrate on that sweet spot where your thighs meet your buttocks and I sense you holding back your expressions of pain. This won’t do. I won’t have you holding back anything from me. The pain, already at a point where your brain seeks only oblivion, increases. You can hold back no longer, tears run down your face, you sob, whimper, groan. The tears cleanse, heal. All stress and tension seems to have poured from your body with your sweat. With your tears. All pain and distress is distilled from your body. You can tell by my breathing that I’m pleased, satisfied, and the spanking stops. I release the bindings, grab your hair in my hand and force back your head. Surely now comes the kiss, the caress, the loving word? You would gladly endure twice the pain for one kind word. Your cock throbs painfully – now the only tense part of your body. Surely there will be release? I look steadily into your eyes, my face still expressionless, and slap your face. Hard. Just once. Even before I’ve left the room, you’re longing for my return. How long do you wait before you give up and leave?

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