Chapter 10 #2
“No buts, Shelby.” He didn’t make a habit of discussing a member’s discipline with others, but he needed to reassure the worried sub.
“I didn’t revoke Master Parker’s membership, but he did receive a suspension for his irresponsible actions.
He accepted full blame for what happened and agreed with the punishment.
Now, he’ll be back in a few minutes to take you home, so why don’t you grab your things from your locker and change? Okay?”
Still crying softly, she stood and mumbled, “Yes, Sir.”
Ian pulled her into his arms and hugged her. “It’ll be okay, little one. I promise. I think the best thing you can do is dry your eyes, and when Master Parker comes back, give him some of your sass we all love so much and let him take care of you. I think it’ll make both of you feel better, hmm?”
She pulled back and gave him a watery smile. “Yes, Sir. Thank you.”
Marco took her arm and hugged her briefly, kissing her on the top of her blue-haired head. “Sweetheart, I’m sorry I wasn’t there when you needed me.”
“It’s okay, Master Marco. You got there as fast as you could.”
He squeezed her again and let her go to her locker before turning to Angie, sitting quietly on the couch beside Mistress China. His steel gray eyes bore into her. “And you, little subbie, have some explaining to do to your Master.”
What? As Ian’s expression became stern, Angie’s brow furrowed in confusion. “What did you do, Angel?”
“I-I didn’t do anything.”
She looked back and forth between the two Doms as if unsure what Marco was referring to. Mistress China, in her black, full-length bodysuit and over-the-thigh boots, grinned and sat back to enjoy the show.
Marco shook his head and told Ian, “Your little sub tried to get to the jackass before I did. She was ready to jump on his back and start pounding on him. I almost tackled her by accident, trying to take him down.”
Ian’s eyes narrowed at her as the Domme next to her sing-songed, “Somebody’s in trouble.”
Ignoring the other woman, he stepped forward to his very worried-looking submissive. “Is that true, Angel?”
“I-I just reacted. I saw him hit Shelby and I…” Her words trail off. Ian knew the moment she figured out there was nothing she could say to get her out of the mess she found herself in. She swung her gaze to the floor. “I’m sorry, Sir.”
With his hands on his hips, Ian tilted his head back and talked to the ceiling momentarily. “Lord, save me from subs who want to beat up people in my club and put themselves in danger.”
Marco snorted, knowing Ian was referring to his future sister-in-law’s own fight in the locker room several months earlier, which earned her the call sign “Ninja-girl” from the rest of the team.
The big difference between the two incidents was Kristen had been taller and about twenty pounds heavier than Heather and another sub named Michelle and had taken self-defense classes.
Parker’s brother outweighed Angie by a good eighty pounds and had already hit another woman.
Ian’s gaze returned to Angie’s face. “You may be sorry now, but you’ll be extremely sorry after I spank your pretty ass for putting yourself in danger.
” He ignored her surprised gasp. “We have DM’s and guards for a reason in the club, Angel.
We do not need little subs disregarding their own safety.
You didn’t know him–he’s a hell of a lot bigger than you, and he could have hurt you before anyone could do anything. ”
“You’re right, Sir.” She let out a heavy sigh and nodded. “I don’t know what I was thinking. I couldn’t believe he’d hit Shelby, and my first instinct was to attack him before he struck her again.”
Her agreement didn’t change Ian’s mind about her punishment as he eyed Marco. “Would you please find a free spanking station and ask someone to grab my bag from behind the bar?”
The other Dom nodded and said to Angie before he left the room, “I’m sorry, little one, but you earned it.”
She watched him walk away with her mouth wide open, then looked up at Ian with apprehension evident on her face. “I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean…”
Ian’s expression tempered when she paused, and he released a deep, slow breath.
He squatted in front of her and took her hands in his.
“I’m not angry, sweetheart. I heard you yell and turned around and didn’t see you.
I panicked. My stomach dropped, and I was terrified something happened to you.
And because you acted with no regard for your own safety, you’ve earned your first public spanking.
” His stare never wavered as he let her process what he’d said.
Mistress China stood, and Ian had almost forgotten the other woman was in the room. She patted his shoulder and smirked. “I’m going to go and get a front-row seat. It’s been a long time since I’ve witnessed a sub’s first punishment.”
He kept his eyes on Angie as the Domme left the room.
He could tell she had myriad emotions running through her mind, from shock, embarrassment, and worry to anticipation, excitement, and need.
The thought of a public spanking turned her on despite it being a punishment, and she wasn’t sure what to make of it.
He let her think about her upcoming ass-whooping as Shelby returned to the sitting area in sweats, a tee, and high-top sneakers.
She’d removed her blue wig, and her short spiked blonde hair looked like she’d run her hands through it.
He got up from his crouched position and handed her the icepack as the door reopened.
Parker strode into the lounge, his eyes seeking out the injured submissive.
The men rarely came into the ladies’ locker room, but it didn’t faze anyone when they did.
It wasn’t as if they hadn’t seen most of the women naked at one time or another.
After telling Ian he would call tomorrow to get the DM schedule, Parker tucked Shelby under one arm and escorted her out of the club.
Ian knew the sub was in good hands and wondered if there might be a budding romance between the two.
He wouldn't be surprised by how they’d looked at each other when Parker first walked into the room.
Turning his attention to his own submissive, he took her by the hand and led her back into the pit, finding the spanking bench Marco had reserved for him.
He might have enjoyed her nervousness if he still hadn’t been shaking off the fear he’d felt when he’d heard her screech his name earlier.
But this punishment was for his need to reinforce his rule that her safety and well-being came before anything else and be a reminder for her not to jump into a dangerous situation in the future.
The word had spread that a submissive was receiving her first-ever BDSM punishment, and Doms and subs surrounded the area around the spanking bench.
It was a rite of passage for every new sub, and he knew it would set the tone for her future involvement in the lifestyle.
After her spanking, he intended to reward her for pushing her own limits and accepting the consequences of her reckless actions.
The crowd made her more nervous, so he spun her until she faced the bench and her back was to the still-growing throng of people.
He gripped her chin and made sure she was focused on him.
“I want you to say your safeword nice and loud so everyone hears it and knows what it is.”
It wasn’t necessary for the crowd’s sake, but she needed to remember she had all the control despite the fact her ass was about to get a pounding.
She swallowed hard. “My…” She cleared her throat and tried again. “My safeword is red, Sir.”
“Your punishment will be fifteen spanks with a paddle on your bare ass, Angel. Do you wish to use your safeword or accept your punishment?”
Her gaze went from his to the bench and back again several times before it finally settled on him again. She took a deep but trembling breath. “I will take my punishment, Sir.”
“And what are you being punished for?”
“F-for putting myself in danger, Sir.”
He smiled, and his gaze softened. “Good girl.”
He retook Angie’s hand and led her to the kneeling side of the bench.
It looked like a modified sawhorse with padding for her knees, torso, and arms. He helped her get on it, with her knees bent and her waist lying over the center.
The position angled her head down and brought her ass up, making it the prime target.
She handled having her wrists and ankles shackled very well but began hyperventilating when he brought the Velcro strap across her lower back, which would hold her in place.
Her response was normal for an inexperienced sub, and Marco, who’d been standing inside the roped-off area in case he was needed, crouched down in front of her.
He ran his hand over her head in an attempt to calm her.
“Easy, little one. Take deep, slow breaths with me. Keep your eyes on mine.”
While Ian’s hands moved in a soothing caress over her back, hips, and buttocks, his teammate continued calming her down with praise and encouragement.
Ian let the man do what he did best—comfort a sub.
It was one of Marco’s greatest pleasures about the lifestyle.
He liked being needed and was damn good at it.
Angie’s breathing slowed to a more normal pace, but her heart rate was still pounding, which was to be expected. When Marco asked her to repeat her safeword, she responded, “R-red, Sir.”
“And what punishment will your Master give you, little one?”
She swallowed hard again, but her fear seemed to ease as her arousal grew. “Fifteen spanks with a paddle, Sir.”
Marco smiled and continued to caress her head and cheek. “Good girl. Are you ready now? Do you want me to step back or stay here with you?”
Angie was clearly surprised by the man’s offer, and Ian was pleased with her answer. “Please stay, Sir. I’m ready.”