No matter what else they were doing, or how hectic their lives had become, Andrea Maurer and Mariam Kamal always made certain that they reserved Saturday evenings to spend with each other.

Sometimes, these were casual affairs spent cuddled up on the couch reading books or watching some bad rom-coms, or simply chatting about how their week had been. Sometimes, she made sweet love in the townhouse’s queen-sized bed, letting their troubles melt away in the warm of their shared affection. Often, they indulged in their various kinky games, either by themselves or with Mistress Noriko at her penthouse condo.

And sometimes, Mariam simply strapped Andrea down the dining room table and proceeded to spank her like there was no tomorrow…

Hands made strong by hefting heavy boxes of ingredients and carrying trays of breads and pastries came down on the redhead’s taut buttocks with clockwork regularity, each blow accompanied by a muffled grunt as Andrea writhed pleasurably beneath her lover’s onslaught. There would be no escaping for her, of course. Stout ropes kept her ankles bound to the legs of the table, forcing her own apart, while her wrists had been tried in front of her and connected to a further length of rope secured at the table’s far end, forcing her to bend over so that her generous breasts were pressing against the wood and her bottom left hopelessly vulnerable. For this scenario, Andrea was dressed in her usual workplace garb: a tight-fitting blouse of white silk, black leather pleated skirt and knee-high stiletto-heeled boots, as if she’d been kidnapped coming home from the office, a notion that held far more appeal than it had any right to. She shivered beneath the hungry gaze of her lover, brown eyes tracing every curve of her glorious figure, and another spank made her go rigid with pleasure, the unforgiving leather pecker gag filling her mouth stifling the resulting cry. “Mmmmppgghhhh…”

“Oh, if only your coworkers could see you now,” Mariam purred, the rhythm of her spanks never faltering. “Those lovely sounds you’re making, the way your hair is all mussed up…” The sound of flesh striking flesh echoed through the dining room once more. “Not to mention that cute little bum of yours wiggling about. Maybe I should send them some pics?”

“Nnnnggghhhh!” Andrea grunted in protest, beautiful, aquiline features going as red as her hair. It was the old fear, as dreadful as it was exciting, and she turned bright blue eyes gave her tormentor a pleading look. “Mmmmpppggghhhh!”

“Just kidding.” The spanking came to an abrupt halt as dusky fingers traced the curves of Andrea’s battered bottom. “Why in the world would I want to share my favourite slave with anyone?” Mariam gave a final loving stroke before raising her hand again, and Andrea yelped as the spanking resumed. ”Now be a good little girl and accept your punishment. After all, it’s what you deserve for not putting your boots away last night.”

“Mmmmppgggghhh!” Said boots squeaked against the ropes as the redhead struggled, inhibitions eroding away in her masochistic joy. “MMMMPPPGGGHHH!”

“Don’t wear yourself out too quickly, babe. After all, we have all night, and spanking you is just the preamble to our fun…”