Ruby’s eyes widened. Did Yvonne mean what she thought she did? Ruby had enthusiastically signed up for doing all kinds of kinky things with Yvonne, but this wasn’t what she’d had in mind.

Yet, Ruby found the idea hot as hell.

“So,” Yvonne said. “Which do you choose?”

Ruby sucked her lip thoughtfully. “The second one.”

Ruby didn’t miss the smile that flickered across Yvonne’s lips. “Good choice.”

She picked up a wooden spoon from the counter and flicked it against her hand experimentally, before tossing it aside. “We can do better than this.” Yvonne scanned the rest of the utensils before selecting a silicone spatula. She slapped it against her palm. “Yes, this is perfect. Now, do you remember your safeword?”

Ruby nodded.

“Good. Bend over the counter.”

Ruby blinked. “You want me to-”

“I wasn’t asking.”

Ruby took a deep breath and bent over, resting her forearms on the flour-covered countertop, bringing her safeword to the front of her mind. She felt Yvonne’s hand at the back of her knee, gliding slowly up the back of her thigh, dragging her skirt up in the process. A shiver went through her, all thoughts of using her safeword gone.

Yvonne pulled the skirt all the way up around Ruby’s waist, grazing her hands over Ruby’s panty-covered ass cheeks. She drew the spatula along the center of Ruby’s back, sending heat rising within her.

“You’d think that something hard and firm would be the best tool for this kind of discipline,” Yvonne said. “But it’s the more flexible materials that have the most bite.”

Yvonne slithered the spatula down to Ruby’s ass cheek. Ruby screwed her eyes shut just in time to feel a firm slap on her ass. She gasped, the impact resonating through her, jolting her entire body forward. But in the wake of the pain, Ruby began to burn all over.

Yvonne spanked Ruby again and again, increasing the force with each swat. Ruby sucked in a hard breath. Yvonne had been right about one thing. The innocent-looking spatula packed a punch. Each hit was a sharp sting that diffused along every inch of Ruby’s skin until her entire body was afire. A moan escaped Ruby’s lips. She buried her head in her arms, her knees threatening to collapse. Yvonne continued to spank her, not holding back any longer, each strike penetrating deeper into her.

Ruby whimpered, the ache within her growing unbearable. Yvonne put the spatula down beside Ruby’s head and drew her hand up the back of Ruby’s leg.

“Learned your lesson yet?” Yvonne asked.

“Yes,” Ruby murmured.

“I don’t think you have.” Yvonne’s hand crept upward toward the inside of Ruby’s thigh. “In fact, I think you enjoyed it.”

Ruby quivered as Yvonne’s hand reached the peak of Ruby’s thighs, her fingertips brushing against Ruby’s now damp panties.

“Well?” Yvonne pressed her fingers firmly between Ruby’s lower lips, sliding them up and down. “Did you enjoy that?”

Ruby nodded, then realized Yvonne couldn’t see her head. “Yes. Yes, Mistress.”