With This Collar by Sierra Cartwright

his cock. Denying himself as well as her was a powerful aphrodisiac. “It’s time for the other half of your punishment.”
    He stood and rolled down his sleeves. When she started to stand, he placed a hand on her head.
    “I find that patronising.”
    “Do you? Simply wait for instructions and save yourself the frustration.”
    She exhaled a shaky breath, but she didn’t argue.
    “It’s only one night,” he reminded her.
    He waited.
    “Yes, Sir.”
    “Unless you object, I’m going to remove my shirt.”
    “Do you have a body like an ogre, Sir? Maybe you’re all hairy like Bigfoot?”
    “Keep it up, girl.” Despite his veiled warning, he liked the fact that she felt comfortable enough to tease him. He unbuttoned his shirt, and she stared, as if physically unable to look away. He shrugged the material from his shoulders.
    “Oh!”
    “Oh?”
    “I’m sorry. It’s just that you… I mean… You are even sexier than I imagined, Sir.”
    “I’m not an ogre?”
    “Not that I’ve seen.” She paused. “Yet.”
    “Do you like to live dangerously?” He hung the shirt with the leather blazer. He preferred to be dressed when delivering an over-the-knee spanking. He liked the barrier of material between him and the recipient. The fact that the sub was nude reinforced his or her position of humility. And it helped him to not become distracted. But there was something ceremonial about removing his shirt before beginning a beating.
    He took a position of power near the horse. “Crawl over to the horse. This time I want you across it lengthwise, so that I can spread you wide.”
    “I’m not sure I understand.”
    From her tone, he knew she wasn’t stalling. “Have you ever seen a gymnast perform a vault?”
    She nodded.
    “Approach the horse from that direction.”
    She lowered herself to all fours. He moved the tawse to the left side of the horse, leaving it close to where her body would be. At this point, it was more than a physical tool. It was a psychological one to keep her focused.
    She took her time coming towards him, and he enjoyed every moment of watching her body sway, seeing her breasts move, and the way her hair cascaded everywhere.
    “Raise yourself on your tiptoes. And spread yourself as wide as you can.” When she did, he added, “There are straps on the far side for your hands. You may choose to hold onto them or I can secure you.”
    She turned her head to face him. “If I let go, I’ll get more spanks.”
    She’d made a statement, rather than asking a question. “Yes.”
    “Please tie me, Sir.”
    “It will cost you one extra stripe.”
    She exhaled. “There’s always a catch.”
    “Would you like to accept my terms?”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    “Smart. You’re recognising my generosity.”
    “Thank you, Sir.”
    “Is your pussy still wet, Julia?”
    She blinked as if shocked by his change of subject. “No, Sir. I think I’m a bit scared.”
    “With good reason.” He went around to the other side of the horse. He squatted and said, “Give me your hand.” This close, he was able to inhale the intoxicating scent of her, citrus and strength.
    She tilted her head back a bit so she could watch him.
    “I need you to be a bit higher. Stay where you are.” He moved behind her and lifted her off the ground.
    She gasped. “My feet can hardly touch the floor.”
    “Precisely.”
    “I might fall.”
    “You won’t.” He could lower the horse, but the combination of the angle and her helplessness would drive him mad. “Reach for the strap.”
    He resumed his position in front of her and secured her right wrist in place. He repeated the process with her left. Then he feathered back her hair and captured her head between his palms, compelling her to look at him. “You can move a bit to get more comfortable.”
    She scooted back as much as she could without hurting her arms.
    “You have no idea how beautiful you look.”
    Her breaths were shallow and weak, but she continued to look at