27. Chapter Twenty-Seven #2
I rubbed my hand over red ass. It was warm to the touch, but nowhere near how warm or red as it would be later.
I nodded to Nico who was sitting at the window seat.
I pointed at the red handled wooden paddle sitting on top of the dresser, the one I had pulled out earlier, in preparation for this evening.
The one she had to move in order to dust the dresser.
I smirked, knowing she had picked it up and set it back in place after she cleaned. The bedroom was immaculate, as was the rest of the house .
Nico grabbed the paddle and walked over, handing it to me.
I eyed the wooden paddle with a grin. It was heavy in my palm.
Leather wrapped around the handle, giving it a better grip than wood beneath it.
The handle flared out to a wide three-inch wooden paddle with holes drilled through it, to allow for airflow to pass through it as it swung through the air.
It allowed the user to hit faster. One side of the paddle had a cushioned pad covering the wood, while the other side was bare wood, ready for maximum damage.
I like to use both side on Maya. I especially enjoyed the pink round circles the holes in the paddle would leave behind. I loved marking her skin. Her creamy skin turned the most delectable shade of pink.
“You will say, ‘I’m sorry, Sir,’ after each hit,” I told her, before I smacked her hard with the padded side.
“One. I’m sorry, Sir,” she said immediately through a gasped breath.
I started at a gentle pace and continued to rain down blow after blow.
Each time she apologized and gave me a count.
She was squirming slightly in my lap, but I knew this was all just a warm up for her.
For as angry as I had been, Marcos was the one who had really been upset when she hadn’t called.
Especially after we had stayed up waiting for her.
On the seventh hit with the paddle, I turned it over, so the bare wooden side would hit her and I aimed my blow for her upper thighs. She jumped in my lap and cried out at the unexpected change. “Seven, I’m sorry, Sir,” she gasped.
I did eight and nine back-to-back, one on each thigh. “Eight, I’m sorry, Sir. Nine, I’m sorry, Sir.” Her sentences were rushed and clipped as she tried to power through the pain.
I landed one last blow, my hardest one yet, to her bare ass and she cried out in pain. I had to hold her upper back down, to keep her in place. Her body shuddered as her breathing came out in violent pants. “Ten, I’m sorry, Sir.” Her voice breaking at the end.
I set down the paddle and slid my hand over her warm skin, soothing away the sting of the paddle. “Shh,” I murmured, as I caressed her bottom. “You were so good,” I praised her, knowing exactly what she needed to hear. “My good girl.”
I gave her a minute before I helped her to her feet. She wobbled slightly when I released her, but Nico was there, gathering her into his arms. “Easy, Little Dreamer,” he murmured.
I stood up from the bed and headed for the recliner in the corner of the room, giving Nico space for his turn with our girl.
“Drink some water,” Nic muttered to her, holding the straw of her stainless-steel cup to her lips.
Maya took careful sips as I sat back and adjusted my cock my in jeans. Her ass was a sight to behold: pink and plump with white circles dotting the juicy canvas. I just wanted to sink my teeth into her round globes and eat her up .
After Nico finished tending to our girl, he had her lay down in the center of the bed. Nico wasn’t big on punishment, he knew it was a necessary evil, but he wasn’t a Sadist like Marcos or I. Thankfully Maya wasn’t a bratty sub, so punishment wasn’t something we usually had to dole out.
I watched Dagger circle the bed, watching Maya all the while. She was panting slightly still, but her breathing was slowing down. Finally coming down from the spanking she’d received.
Nico set down her cup on the bedside table before he walked over to the end of the bed and took a seat. Maya was still laying in the middle of the bed, facing away from him, so he snapped his fingers loudly.
After two years together, Maya’s training was perfected.
She knew how to read us, knew what we needed before we asked, and knew if we snapped our fingers that she needed to move her ass into position.
Immediately, she got up on her hands and knees and shuffled on the bed, crawling over to Nico and across his lap.
She settled across his thighs, bracing on her elbows with her ass draped over Dagger’s lap. “You know I don’t like having to do this, right?”
Maya sighed, her head hanging low. “Yes, sir.”
“You will count after each one and say ‘I’m sorry, sir’.”
Maya remained quiet, until Nico slapped his palm against her ass. “I’m sorry, sir,” she murmured softly .
Nico made quick work of her spanking. He wasn’t one to dole out punishments, so he never drew them out. Maya counted and apologized after each one, gasping for breath with each hit. He may not have liked punishing her, but he didn’t let her off the hook either, each blow would be painful.
When he finished with his hand, he tapped her thigh and she crawled off his lap. Nico stood up and went into the closet. He rummaged around in there for a few minutes before he found what he was looking for and came out—a cane held in one hand and a pair of handcuffs held in the other.
A low whimper escaped Maya’s lips as she took in the items in his hands. Yeah, Dagger might hate punishing her, but he would still do it thoroughly so she’d never forget their rules again. A shiver ran down Maya’s spine and I shifted in my recliner, waiting for her to break another rule.
She kept quiet though and stayed still while Nico cuffed her wrists together, then pulled her arms up toward the headboard.
He grabbed a length of chain they kept attached to the backside of the headboard and pulled it through the space between the headboard and mattress.
He quickly attached the end of the chain to the loop between Maya’s cuffs with a small carbineer.
“Are you going to be a good girl, or do I need to tie down your legs?” Nico asked .
Marcos moved from the wall he’d been leaning on and walked over to the nightstand. He pulled a length of rope from the drawer and tossed it on the bed. “She doesn’t get to make choices tonight.”
Dagger didn’t need to be told twice, he wound the length of rope around Maya’s ankles and tied them tightly together, before he pulled on the rope and yanked her body down the mattress, pulling her arms tight, and tied the rope to a hook under the bedframe.
Maya couldn’t move, and she didn’t make a sound, while Dagger stepped back and surveyed his handiwork. Maya’s back rose and fell with each breath, as she panted, her skin pebbled with goosebumps.
Dagger rounded the foot of the bed and climbed up on the mattress from the side.
Maya turned her head to face him and waited, while Dagger stared down at her, while he kneeled next to her on the mattress.
“You will count these after each hit, and when I’m finished with all ten, you will thank me for your punishment. ”
Maya nodded and kept quiet.
The cane in Dagger’s hand was red with a black leather handle, it was a quarter inch thick and made of fiberglass. It was designed for pain and punishment. Just what Maya needed.
I shifted in the recliner, adjusting my very hard cock beneath my jeans. Maya hated the cane with a passion; she could never handle it without using her safe word. I wondered how many whacks Dagger could get in before Maya called him off .
Without warning, Dagger brought down the red cane in a fast crack against her flesh. Her ass jiggled from the impact, the line of red flesh bloomed immediately, and Maya let out a whoosh of breath in a loud gasp. “One, I’m sorry sir.” Her voice was choked with pain already.
I undid the zipper on my jeans and pulled out my cock, stroking myself while I watched Dagger hit Maya again with the cane. “Two. I’m sorry sir.” Even from across the room I could see the tears falling down her face.
The next hit, Dagger landed to her upper thigh, leaving a nasty red welt across the tops of both thighs and making her cry out between clenched teeth. I gripped my cock harder.
“Three. I’m sorry sir.” Maya’s voice cracked at the end of her apology.
Marcos shifted from where he was standing against the wall, making me wonder if he would intervene. Marcos only crossed his arms, though, and settled back in.
Dagger rained down two fast blows, making Maya cry out. Her breath caught as she sobbed. “Four, five. I’m sorry sir.”
Her ass was bright red, as were the tops of her thighs. I wondered how much longer she had in her.
A coat of sweat clung to Dagger’s forehead and he wiped it from his brow before he hit her with another smack of the cane—this time to the middle of her thighs.
She jolted and arched against the bed, as much as she could while restrained and sobbed loudly.
Dagger didn’t wait for her to count. He gave her another fast rap of the cane, this time lower, to her calves.
She shrieked in agony.
I waited for the safe-word to fall from her lips. She sobbed uncontrollably, her breathed ragged, but still no safe-word.
Dagger gave her a minute to sob. He didn’t try to sooth her or rub away her pain, he just let her sob into the mattress.
“Six, seven.” Her voice was muffled and thick with tears, but even I heard from her across the room.
“Good girl,” Dagger murmured, his voice low. “Three more.” He struck her again to middle of her ass.
“Eight. I’m sorry sir.”
Dagger rained down the last two blows in quick succession.
Her screeching yells that pierced the air, had me pausing mid-stroke of his cock. We’d never heard Maya wail in pain like that before. The soul crushing agony in those yells would stay with me for a long time.
Dagger didn’t wait for her counts, nor did he wait for the thanks he had demanded from her, instead, he tossed the cane to the floor and pulled his pocket knife from his jeans and quickly sliced through the ropes around Maya’s legs before he pulled out the keys to the handcuffs and uncuffed her.
He slid down on his side, on the mattress next to her, and pulled her into his arms. “Shh,” he murmured, rubbing her back. “You did so good, baby. Such a good girl.”
I felt my cock soften, knowing our girl was in pain. I tucked my dick away and stood from the chair. I turned to the door as Marcos pushed off the wall with a booted foot. I followed Marcos out the bedroom door and into the hallway.
Silently, we both went down to the kitchen and filled zip lock bags with ice.
I pulled out a frozen hand towel we kept in a bag in the freezer and unfurled it.
It was hard and crispy, not malleable, but I was able to pull it part.
I draped it over my shoulder and grabbed a bag of ice, before I headed back up to our bedroom.
Maya was still crying, quieter now, and Dagger was still whispering softly to her.
I slid on the mattress behind her, pulling the frozen towel from my shoulder.
I pushed it against her red skin, making her yelp.
Marcos laid the Ziplock bags of ice over the frozen towel before I laid down beside her, rubbing her back.
We stayed that way for several minutes, icing her bottom and murmuring our praise to her.
When Maya eventually began to shift, she rolled over so she could face us. “So good for us,” I muttered.
“Ready for more?” Marcos asked.
Maya nodded slowly.