K.C. Perrin Spanking Erotica

Feet on a paddled stool, glass of wine in hand, reclined in his couch; Walt waited patiently for his guest to arrive. He was trying to seem patient, in control of his emotions. Today he was a professional Dominant, waiting for a female guest whom would benefit from his expertise.
The apartment was cleaned, his shirt freshly ironed and his hair combed back. The evening’s plans were stored firmly in his head. Mia, the woman who had made the appointment was mainly a bondage-lover. His rope was coiled and ready, the leather on his bondage-clear freshly polished and the metal in the chains shining brightly. He had left some room in his plans for discipline as well, Mia loved to be spanked and he knew her well enough to expect some misbehavior aimed to disrupt his plans.
The rules of their engagement were set rather strictly, even though Walt knew Mia’s limits and expectations very well; they had known each-other for years after all. Walt wasn’t really a professional and the woman he was waiting for was the only person he knew to enjoy these things. In fact, when the two of them weren’t roleplaying like tonight, they were man and wife.
During the role-play, that didn’t matter of course and setting these rules had been part of the fun. They’d practiced their roleplaying skills while meeting at a discrete café and quietly discussed the boundaries of their meeting.
The main activity of the evening was a bondage-session with erotic photography. His guest had agreed to be tied up in rope and other equipment and let her picture be taken in various erotic positions. She had agreed to be naked or partly naked for this shoot and that some sensual contact was inevitable during their play. Extra sexual contact that was unnecessary for the scene to progress however, was not tolerated without her explicit permission.
This was but one of many details they had discussed, but a very important one. The ban on excessive touching only made it all feel more realistic when Walt would have this lovely, naked woman fully under his control. Besides, he knew his wife well enough to inveigle the needed permission.
He’d set some rules of his own as well of course, mainly some guidelines for her on how to behave and opportunities for her to misbehave to make the evening more interesting. He wanted the role-play to seem like a very professional meeting. The first one of his rules, which was to arrive on time seemed to have been her go-to choice to break, as it was already seven minutes past their agreed upon meeting time when the doorbell finally rang.