Her eyes widen. “What’s considered too low?”

“Below what you can handle.”

“I’ve never been spanked by a hairbrush before!”

I sit down next to her and caress the curve of her ass. “Do your best guess.”

“Can I see what one feels like first?”

A fair enough request. I rub her ass cheeks, warming her up, then reach below for her clit and folds. I caress her till she’s good and wet.

“That feels reeeeally good,” she croons.

With my hand, I smack her lightly on the buttocks. Her ass is perfection. I don’t like them too hard or muscular, and I don’t like them flabby. Hers is incredibly smooth, too. Not a single pimple or blemish. I lean over and kiss the cheeks. I lick, mouth and grope the orbs. She should be warmed up now.

“Here’s your sample,” I tell her before smacking the brush against a buttock.

She yelps.

“How was that?” I inquire.

“Not too bad.”

“So how many can you take?”

“Twelve maybe?”

It’s more than I thought she would say. “Twelve, it is.”

I caress the other buttock before spanking it with the brush. I land a second blow to the previous buttock.

She gasps. “That one hurt more.”

I massage the spheres and explain, “It’ll hurt more as your ass becomes more and more sensitive.”

“I didn’t know that!”

“Now you know.”

I spank each half twice. A beautiful pink coloring starts to surface.

“How did that feel?” I ask.

“They really sting.”

“You’re halfway there already.”

I tap the brush gently on one cheek. She tenses, but I move to lightly slapping the other cheek. When she relaxes, I give her rump a good wallop. She cries out and shuffles her feet. After letting the sting settle in, I spank the other side. Her hands instinctively move to cover her rear, but I pin her wrists in place as I deliver two more smacks with greater force. She yelps and squirms. Her legs bend beneath her.

“Straighten your legs,” I tell her.

With a groan, she returns to her previous position and lifts her ass higher when I tell her to. I turn the brush over and tap the bristles to her rump. She makes a face.

“I’m throwing that hairbrush away,” she grumbles.

“You don’t think I can find something else to spank you with?” I ask. I turn the brush back around. “Last two. And when we’re done, you say, ‘Thank you, sir.’”

“To pour salt in the wound. That the sadistic icing on the cake?”

“As a show of appreciation that I’ve taken the time to teach you better.”

She rolls her eyes.

“That kind of attitude just earned you two extra spanks,” I tell her.

Her body jumps when I deliver the final four whacks.

“Shit!” she swears through clenched teeth, burying her face in the bed.

Some Doms don’t let their subs swear, but I don’t have a problem with it. I assess the redness on her backside. There’s no bruising, but it was only fourteen smacks. Some women do bruise easily, but Bridget seems to have tolerated the spanking well. Her ass may burn for a bit, but it won’t be painful enough that she can’t sit.