50 Kinds of Kink: Spanking

~I'm not the one in trouble~, she sang merrily in her head as she skipped out of the room with the bucket. The Mistress of the house, also head slave, had been provoking the Master quite a bit lately, and he'd finally had enough of it. He'd sent her lady-in-waiting out to fetch cold water, and it made her completely giddy. In the whole time she'd served them, she'd never seen the Mistress punished and was ecstatic for such a rare treat!

It took her a few minutes to let the bucket fill well enough, and she was sweating from the pump by that time. While the house was modernized, the lady insisted on having a natural cistern to keep water cool, and now it would backfire! What a great day!

She lugged the bucket back into the room, to see the Mistress bent over and tied to a sawhorse. Upon hearing her maid's return, she growled in warning, only to be silenced with a swat on the backside from her mate.

In his other hand he held a simple leather paddle, two pieces of leather bound together only at the edge that met the steel handle. He bid the maid to place the bucket at the head of the sawhorse, and dramatically dropped the paddle in the water in front of his wife's glowering face.

He stared her down until he was satisfied that it had gathered enough water, and unflinchingly plunged his hand into the water, coming up with the cold, soaked paddle.

He paced around her slowly, a circle forming in the droplets from the instrument, and suddenly he struck. The weight of the leather was multiplied by the water and she yelped, turning her head to snarl at him. He quickly moved to her side, fisting his left hand in her hair and shoving her head back down.

"No."

He held her there by here hair, making multiple strokes on her ass, his speed only hampered by its unusual weight. Water splattered its cold trail along her body with each stroke, washing over her in what felt like waves at impact. Her flesh rippled in retaliation, mimicking the waves in the bucket. Each stroke left a large red welt, and strong as she was, it took only a dozen strokes before she had relaxed into the sawhorse, sobbing in submission.

"Never again sir, I promise!"