Category: Adult

"Open it in the bedroom," says Finch, handing Delia the long giftbox.  "It's just some of our old toys.  Anything you don't want to use tonight, remove.  If there's something else you do want, put it in.  I'll join you in ten minutes."


Delia stands by the bed..  Finch looks in the opened box.  The paddles still there, one lightweight wood, the other leather. So is the martinet and the bottle of lube.  Missing is the whippy cane.  Also the gauzy blue knickers he picked out, but he is sure that Delia is wearing them under her robe.

She has added two items:  the vibrating egg and her pink towel, rolled neatly lengthwise.  So considerate, Finch thinks; things might get a bit messy.


"Oh, Mr. Finch," Delia coos, "I've been very bad."

"And?"

"I need to be punished."

At his command, she brings the paddles, stands before him, lets the robe slip to the floor. Finch slides a finger inside her knickers.  She is already moist.

"Very bad indeed," he says pulling her across his lap.

He warms her up with his hand till her bottom is nicely pink and she is purring, then switches to the wooden paddle for more sting.  Each sharp crack elicits a high-pitched "oh" of surprise, pain, and pleasure

The leather paddle is more serious. She pants when it lands, tries to squirm away. Finch holds her.  "Please," she begs.  But she doesn't safeword.  Finally, he stops.  Delia slides to the floor.

Finch stacks the pillows at the corner of the bed and arranges Delia over them, her legs splayed.  He plucks the martinet from the box.  The thongs rain down rhythmically.on Delia’s deep red bottom. She grinds her hips against the pillows.  Finch flicks the tips of the martinet against her exposed sex.  She gasps, her fists clutch the sheet. He does it again to show it was no accident. “You bastard,” she says.  In answer, he snaps the thongs wickedly across her bottom several times.

"Bastard," she repeats.  He laughs.

"Stay there," he says when he has finished.  He shows her the lube.  "My last item.  What's left  you can use."

"However I want?"

"Yep."  He smooths the lube on, inserting one finger, then two, into the tight, hot opening.  Then his cock.  When he is fully inside, he starts to pump.

"Slowly," she moans.  The pace increases.  "The egg," she pants.

She presses it against her clit, the frenzy mounting, mounting, until they both come, noisily, ecstatically, copiously.

"Use this," he hands her the folded  towel.  It seems oddly stiff..

"However I want?"

"Yep."

She strokes it suggestively between her legs.  "You shouldn't have used the martinet like that, darling," she says.

"Too bad, but we agreed -- whatever's in the box.  Anyway, it's too late now."

"Not quite," says Delia, unrolling the towel.  Inside is the crop.  She taps the bed with it, then points meaningfully to the stacked pillows.

"But," Finch stammers

"However I want," she smiles, "you bastard."