Day 1: Bondage/Belt Spanking
Tally's wrists were already bound, tight but not painfully so, as she hung from the ceiling in Sarah's private quarters. The low lighting in the room cast shadows over the dark wood and leather furniture, soft candlelight flickering along the walls. Sarah's presence loomed behind her, close enough that Tally could feel her warmth, yet far enough that she couldn't predict her next move.
The air was thick with tension and anticipation, the only sounds being Tally's shallow breaths and the subtle creak of the rope as her weight shifted. She was suspended, ankles bound too, but her toes still grazed the floor—a deliberate choice by Sarah, a reminder of control, and of how close freedom could be, yet wasn't.
"Do you understand why you're here?" Sarah's voice cut through the quiet like a whip, sharp and commanding.
Tally swallowed, trying to steady her breath. She shifted in her restraints, testing them—not in defiance, but curiosity, the kind that always led her down paths she couldn't quite navigate alone. Her voice, when she finally spoke, was breathy, tinged with that same curiosity. "Because I...disobeyed?"
There was a brief pause, the kind that always made Tally wonder if she'd said the wrong thing. Sarah walked into her view now, circling her like a predator eyeing its prey. Her expression was calm, composed, but her eyes glinted with amusement—dark, intense.
"Because you thought you could get away with it." Sarah's fingers ghosted over Tally's bare shoulder, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. "And now you're mine for the night."
Tally bit her lip, eyes flickering down to the rope where her wrists were bound. The sensation of being trapped, restrained, was something she hadn't quite gotten used to, but here, with Sarah, it didn't feel wrong. It felt like something she needed. Like something she deserved.
Sarah tilted Tally's chin up with a firm but gentle grip, forcing her to meet her eyes. "I know you can take this, cadet," she whispered, her voice low and sultry. "But you have to let go. You're not in control tonight. I am."
Tally's breath hitched as she nodded, eyes wide. She tried to speak, but the words caught in her throat, so she just watched as Sarah stepped back, crossing her arms, inspecting her with the cool detachment of a commander assessing a soldier.
"Good girl." Sarah's voice had softened slightly, though the edge of control was still there, undeniable. Tally had earned a fraction of approval, a crack in the stoic mask Sarah wore in public. But here? This was different. Sarah was more than just a leader, more than the woman she had served under for so long. She was the one person who could unmake her entirely.
Sarah leaned closer again, this time her hands running down Tally's arms, tracing the rope as she spoke. "Now, tell me. Do you regret it?"
Tally shivered at the contact, closing her eyes for a moment. Her voice was soft, almost a whisper. "No."
She felt Sarah's fingers tighten around the rope, pulling at it slightly to adjust the tension, the action drawing a sharp breath from her lips. Sarah's lips quirked in a small, knowing smile.
"Of course you don't," Sarah said, her tone dropping lower, more dangerous. "You like this too much to regret anything."
Tally's eyes shot open, surprise flickering across her face before she quickly schooled it back into something more neutral. But Sarah had seen it, caught the moment of vulnerability, and her smirk widened, satisfaction blooming in her chest.
"Don't worry," Sarah murmured, her voice a velvet rasp as she brought her lips close to Tally's ear. "I won't let you break too easily. Not tonight."
Tally's heartbeat pounded in her ears, her breath quickening as Sarah's fingers skimmed down her body, barely touching but leaving sparks in their wake. She tried not to move, tried not to react too much, but the way Sarah teased her skin, the deliberate slowness of it all, made it impossible not to tremble beneath her touch.
"I've been watching you, Tally," Sarah continued, her voice a low purr that vibrated against Tally's skin. "Waiting for the right moment. And now..." Her hand trailed down Tally's spine, making her arch involuntarily. "Now I finally get to punish you like you deserve."
Tally bit her lip, her body responding to the sheer authority in Sarah's tone. Her wrists tugged gently against the restraints, not in defiance but to remind herself of how fully she was at Sarah's mercy. Her breath came faster as Sarah's hand slid down, a featherlight touch that barely grazed her skin before retreating. The anticipation was torturous, but that was Sarah's intent—Tally knew that.
Sarah took a step back, the sound of her belt sliding from her waist sending a thrill down Tally's spine. The sharp snap of leather echoed through the room as Sarah folded it in her hands, her eyes dark and focused as she watched Tally's reaction.
"You're going to take this for me, aren't you?" Sarah asked, her voice low and filled with promise.
Tally nodded, her breath shaky. "Yes, Sarah."
Sarah smirked, stepping behind Tally once again. She draped the belt over Tally's shoulder for a moment, the cool leather brushing against her heated skin. "Remember," Sarah whispered against her neck, her lips brushing the sensitive skin there. "I'm going to check on you. When I ask for your color, you'll tell me where you are. You know the rules."
Tally nodded again, closing her eyes as Sarah kissed the side of her neck, her lips warm and gentle, in stark contrast to the tension thrumming through the air. "Yes, Sarah," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I know."
"Good girl." Sarah's voice was soft, but her next move wasn't. The belt whistled through the air before it landed against Tally's ass with a sharp crack.
Tally gasped, her body jerking in the restraints, the sting of the leather biting into her skin. But the pain wasn't unbearable—no, it was something she could take, something she craved, especially with the way Sarah lingered behind her, close but untouchable.
Another strike landed, this one harder, sending a wave of heat through Tally's body. Her breath hitched, her legs trembling as she struggled to hold herself still. The belt landed again, and again, each strike harder than the last, the sound of leather meeting skin filling the room.
"Color," Sarah said suddenly, her voice calm and steady as she leaned in, her lips brushing against Tally's ear.
"Green," Tally whispered, her voice strained but certain.
Sarah smiled against her skin, pressing a soft kiss to the side of Tally's neck before pulling back again. "Good."
The belt struck again, the sharp crack reverberating through Tally's body. Her skin felt hot, her ass stinging with each new strike, but it wasn't just the pain that made her heart race. It was the knowledge that Sarah was in control, that Sarah was watching her so carefully, pushing her to her limits but never beyond.
Sarah's hand came up to cup the back of Tally's neck, her grip firm but gentle as she pulled her close, placing another kiss on her shoulder. "You're doing so well for me," she murmured, her voice low and soothing. "You can take more, can't you?"
Tally nodded quickly, her breath coming in short gasps. "Yes, Sarah," she whispered, her voice trembling.
The next strike was harder, sharper, and Tally cried out, her body jerking forward in the restraints. But even as the pain seared through her, it mixed with a deeper pleasure, a satisfaction that came from knowing she was giving Sarah exactly what she wanted.
Sarah spanked her again, and again, the rhythm deliberate, measured. She never rushed, never let the strikes become chaotic or careless. Each one was carefully placed, designed to push Tally further, but not break her. Tally's body trembled under the assault, her muscles straining as she fought to stay still, her mind a haze of pain and pleasure.
After what felt like an eternity, Sarah paused, her hand coming to rest on Tally's hip as she leaned in close once more. "Color?"
Tally's breath was ragged, her body shaking, but she managed to whisper, "Green."
Sarah chuckled softly, her breath warm against Tally's ear. "That's what I like to hear."
She kissed Tally's neck again, her lips lingering this time, gentle and warm, a stark contrast to the harshness of the belt. Tally leaned into the touch, her body still thrumming with the mix of pain and pleasure.
Then, without warning, Sarah's hand slipped between Tally's legs, her fingers finding her clit with practiced precision. Tally gasped, her whole body tensing as Sarah's fingers circled her sensitive nub, the pleasure so sharp it bordered on painful.
"You're soaking," Sarah murmured against her skin, her voice filled with dark amusement. "You love this, don't you?"
Tally moaned, her body arching toward Sarah's touch even as the ropes held her in place. "Yes," she whispered, her voice breathless and desperate. "Yes, Sarah."
Sarah's fingers moved faster now, rubbing Tally's clit in tight, precise circles. Tally's head fell back, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as the pleasure built, overwhelming her senses. But just as she thought she might be close to release, Sarah pulled her hand away, leaving her teetering on the edge.
Tally whimpered, her body trembling with frustration. "Please," she gasped, her voice barely a whisper. "Please, Sarah..."
Sarah smirked, her hand returning to Tally's ass, gently caressing the heated skin before delivering a sharp slap that made Tally cry out. "You'll come when I say you can," she said firmly, her voice low and commanding. "Not a second before."
Tally's whole body shook, her mind spinning as Sarah alternated between spanking her and rubbing her clit, the sharp mix of pain and pleasure sending her into a dizzying spiral of sensation. Every time she thought she was close to release, Sarah would pull back, leaving her hanging on the edge, desperate and wanting.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Sarah pressed her fingers hard against Tally's clit, rubbing her in fast, tight circles. "Now," Sarah whispered, her voice dark and filled with promise. "Come for me."
Tally's body tensed, her breath catching in her throat as the wave of pleasure crashed over her, so intense it was almost painful. She cried out, her whole body trembling as she came, the sensation so overwhelming it left her gasping for breath.
Sarah didn't let up, her fingers still moving against Tally's clit, prolonging her orgasm until Tally's legs were shaking, her body spent and trembling in the restraints.
When Sarah finally pulled back, she leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Tally's cheek. "Good girl," she murmured, her voice soft and soothing now. "You did so well."
Tally sagged in the ropes, her breath coming in short, shaky gasps as she tried to catch her breath. Her body felt heavy, her skin still tingling with the aftershocks of pleasure and pain.
Sarah's hands moved to gently untie her wrists, her touch careful and tender now. Once Tally's hands were free, Sarah guided her to sit down on the edge of the bed, her eyes soft as she brushed a strand of hair away from Tally's face.
"Are you okay?" Sarah asked quietly, her tone filled with genuine concern.
Tally nodded, her breath still unsteady but a small smile playing at her lips. "Yeah," she whispered, her voice hoarse but satisfied. "I'm good."
Sarah smiled back, placing a gentle kiss on Tally's forehead. "Good."