[Star Shadows]

*Eleven*

Ethan gently began running his hand through her soft, white blond hair, caressing her head and her hair, soothing her and toying with the feathered ends running them through his fingertips. He was so careful not to hurt by pulling, just to sooth her as she lay across his knee, breathing deeply causing her back to rise and fall like the flow of the tide. He moved slowly to retrieve a blindfold from behind him, knowing with her eyes covered completely what was to come would be that much more enjoyable to her. He lifted her chin slightly in his hand prompting her to hold her head higher for a moment as he firmly attached a beautiful blindfold over her eyes.

Her blindfold was simply stunning, the main cover made out of a luxuriously soft and padded black, crushed velvet. It had cushioning around the eyes so that they kept as much light out as possible with maximum comfort, the borders of the hemmed with the finest silk lace, in intricate patterns of gold and black. It really was a thing of beauty, an item of luxury and delicacy.

He fastened it over her eyes with a intricate gold and black ribbon style corset tie. with it secure in place all light was lost to Anabelle’s eyes- hidden in the fabric. All that was left was suspicions, innuendo, the torment of silence, frustration and subtle slight of hand.

She could see nothing, and the silence of Ethan’s years of experience meant that she could hear nothing, smelt nothing but the scent of her own desire. Oblivious to the events that were to come; with out sight or sound of awaiting sensations, her frustration increased again on the crest of a wave of suspense and anticipation. She bit her lip for the want of screaming in frustration. She loved it but the torment was torture- she lusted for relief from the prize he dangled just out of her grasp, relief from the infuriating unknown.

Quietly Ethan moved to reach for the paddle, trying hard not to move. yet effortlessly soundless. He knew the importance, now more than ever that Anabelle was totally oblivious. He knew the tricks it played on the mind, and the power it gave him to manipulate her- for means of her own desire and satisfaction. To maximise her emotions. but it would take time. The importance of time.

Time, patience, purpose, the understated masters of the game, things that he had seen so many in the clubs neglect and ignore in preference of that … degenerate of the lifestyle... the lust of instant gratification. They could possess so much more if they understood the charms of a 3 hour long play session of the mind, the emotions, senses and psychology, not just a desire for immediate pleasure.

With the paddle held gently in his right hand he rested it against the soft, bare skin of her ass, giggling slightly at the sudden jolt created by the contact, as gentle as it was it took her buy surprise, the cold firm material startling her slightly. Testament to the cause that his plan was working, her tension and anticipation building more and more. Slowly he began to rub the paddle across her soft ass, keeping its leather covered padding flush to her skin.

Caressing gentle circles on her flesh Ethan began to lull her back into a sense of security and arousal, her body eased slightly as she enjoyed the sensation. Some moments later, minute in reality, what felt like hours for Anabelle, with lightning speed he drew back the paddle and brought it back down on her pale white bottom. It hit her right cheek firm and true causing a moan to escape her lips. One of both delighting pleasure, and eye-watering pain.

She gently squirmed on his lap as the force of the blow had pushed the plug deeper within her, if only momentarily. Her cheeks flushed red at the stinging left behind by the paddle, a warm familiarity, and thrilling sensation as blood rushed to the surface... Much to her downfall, making the skin even more sensitive.

“What do we say, Anabelle Jane?” Her heart hit her stomach. He never used her full name. Ever, only when she was really in trouble. The paddle came down hard on her ass again. This time causing more of a gasped cry than a moan.

Still shocked by her chastisement she answered him in a stunned whisper. “One, Thank you Ethan,- Im sorry.” The last appology was mumble so quietly it was almost inaudible- but for her it was ever so necessary. She knew that he would punish her infractions justly as he saw fit- but without an apology she still felt ever so guilty, even knowing that she shouldn’t. He has often told her not to. Hoping that with enough time and attention one day she would learn to forgive herself as fast as he did. With her past he understood why it was hard though. It was just a matter of patience.

“That is so much better” he smiled, not that she could see it. Her mind was still left reeling in the dark. Again he began to rub the paddle across her red, stinging ass, now the sensations much more in her awareness. Her skin was so much more alert. Yet still she was lost- her lack of sight leaving her frustrated, disorientated and craving satisfaction. She moaned as he continued to rub her tender cheeks, before again coming down on them sudden, and sharp with the paddle. The first she was aware was the crack of the impact, then of the pain it created as the impact stung. This time, she dare not forget to thank him correctly as again the presence of the plug was reinforced with another sudden yet secure jolt inside her, knocked by the paddle.

She tried her very best not to squirm; but the pleasure, the sensations they were overwhelming, especially so blind. Everything felt so close... so sharp. It was amazing to her how alert you could be without the use of your eyes, even more alert than you were using your eyes. Her mind felt so clear, yet she was so lost to what was going on around her as the paddle continued to make soft circles on her ass.

Again he drew his hand back, and felt her flinch beneath him. This time she thought she knew what was coming. With a quick change of plan he took the paddle and gently stroked up the entire length of her leg, before spanking her bottom lightly 3 times.

“You’re getting too good at guessing, My Sweet.”