Chapter 10 #3
Also satisfied with her response, Marco knelt before her and gave Ian a nod to continue.
Her Dom began to rub and squeeze her ass cheeks with more pressure.
Bringing the blood to the skin’s surface would make impacts easier on her.
He had no intention of bruising her, but her ass would be a lovely shade of red by the time he was done.
Her discomfort would be gone entirely within twenty-four hours, but she’d definitely feel and remember its cause before it was.
He eased her thong down from her hips to the middle of her thighs and left it there.
It hadn’t been in his way, but it would make her feel more exposed.
He was thrilled to feel the fabric of the crotch drenched with her juices.
As anxious as she was, she wanted this more than she feared it, even though she knew this would be different than the simple bare-handed spanking he’d given her the other night.
That had been a play spanking, and this most certainly was not.
Stepping over to where Marco had placed his toy bag, Ian retrieved the wooden paddle he’d planned to use for her first punishment spanking.
It resembled one from a ping-pong set, yet it was a little larger and not covered in rubber.
The size would allow him to spread out the strikes on her buttocks instead of hitting the same spot over and over, which is what would happen if he used a larger implement.
He also grabbed an anal plug, lube, and a small flogger, which he would start with.
The plug would give her something else to focus on, something he usually didn’t use for a discipline spanking.
If this had been a pleasure spanking, he would also consider placing a vibrating bullet inside her pussy, but he didn’t want her too distracted. After all, it was a punishment.
The purpose of light flogging before a spanking was to help the submissive relax a little more and release the body’s endorphins.
Sometimes a Dom would bypass a warm-up if the spanking was for punishment, but for Angie’s first time, he wanted to make it bearable so she wouldn’t fear future spankings.
If everything went as he expected, by the time Ian finished meting out her discipline, she would be moments away from an intense orgasm despite her flaming backside.
He stepped over to where Marco remained in front of her and waited for her to raise her eyes to his.
“I’m going to put an anal plug in you, Angel.
It’s a little bigger than you’ve used in the past, but not by much.
Next, I’ll start off with a light flogging.
It won’t be painful, more like a hard caress.
After I’ve warmed your sweet ass up, I’ll move to the punishment phase.
If you need me to slow down at any point, say the word ‘yellow,’ and if you cannot take the paddle, say your safeword ‘red.’ And remember, sweetheart, as the submissive, you have the ultimate power here. ”
Her cheeks heated as he spoke. He knew part of her wanted to take the easy out he offered her.
But another part of her wanted to satisfy the cravings and needs that had probably been churning through her body since he told her of the spanking he was about to give her.
She went with the latter, showing that she trusted him with her body. “I remember, Sir. I’m ready.”
Ian kissed the top of her head and then stood behind her, trailing his hand lightly down her back to her ass as he went.
A strong shiver went through her body and into his, shooting straight to his groin.
He placed the flogger and paddle on the bench between her knees, which were spread wide.
Her bare pussy glistened, and he couldn’t wait to see it dripping.
Opening the bottle, he poured lubricant into the crevice of her ass and on the plug.
Her little rosette clenched and then relaxed as he rubbed the toy's tip up and down between her butt cheeks.
As he pressed down on her puckered hole, it gave way to the invasion, and he heard her groan and beg for more.
More than happy to give it to her, he eased the plug in and out of her, a little deeper each time, until the flared portion spread her the widest. Ian paused briefly before giving it the final push it needed and watched as her rim closed around the notch, holding it in place.
His cock hardened painfully as he imagined replacing the plug with it and fucking her tight hole until neither of them could walk. Soon.
Grabbing the flogger, he stepped backward and took the proper stance before flicking it toward her.
The first gentle strike of the soft, supple leather strands landed on her outer thigh.
Although she flinched from the sudden impact, he knew it hadn’t hurt.
He aimed more strikes to her other outer thigh and several down her back and ass cheeks.
As he watched the tension ease from her body, he sped up, giving a little more oomph to the strikes.
The following two landed on her inner thighs, and he saw her strain to bring her body closer to him, not further away.
She was surrendering to him and begging for more.
He placed two more again on her inner thighs and then flicked his wrist, watching as the small knots at the end of each strand struck her on her pussy.
Angie gasped, then moaned even louder. It was music to a Dom’s ears.
He began another cycle, starting with her outer thighs and ending with a singular assault on her pussy and clit. This time, a pleading cry escaped her lips, and he stepped toward her. Caressing her ass, he leaned down to speak into her ear. “Are you okay, Angel? Give me a color.”
Angie was panting, and he knew she was ready to beg for the orgasm, which was just beyond her reach. Knowing there was a crowd of people staring at her exposed buttocks and pussy was turning her on even more. “Green, Sir. I’m good.”
Ian smiled and squeezed her ass cheek. “Yes, you are, Angel. Very good. I’m going to move to the paddle now. Try to stay relaxed.”
Relaxed? Was he serious?
How the hell was she supposed to relax? Taking a deep breath and exhaling, Angie focused on the beat of the pulsating music, Marco’s tender words and touches, Ian’s caresses of her lower back, ass, and thighs, and the plug in her back hole.
By the time she heard the crack of wood against flesh followed by the sudden sting, she’d been taken off guard.
The first strike landed on her right ass cheek.
Expecting one immediately behind it on her other cheek, she was surprised to feel Ian’s hand rub the spot he’d hit.
But as she began to ease into the caress, a strike landed on her left cheek.
Again, he rubbed the spot, and despite the pain, she couldn’t help but think it wasn’t so bad. She was wrong.
Ian began to spank her with the paddle repeatedly, with only a momentary pause between them. Each hit landed on a different place on her cheeks and sit spots above where her thighs and ass met. And each was harder than the last. She lost count as her ass began to burn.
Oh God, how many was he giving her?
Fifteen hadn’t seemed so bad when he’d said the number, but she was so lost in the mixed sensations of pain, pleasure, want, and need that it felt like he’d given her dozens of them.
She was panting and straining against the straps which held her in place.
Marco was still with her, observing her responses and murmuring words of reassurance.
Despite the onslaught of pain, she didn't say either of her safewords. Her ass was on fire, the heat spreading throughout her body, and all she wanted to do was beg Ian to fuck her. She hadn’t known she was crying until she noticed the spanks had stopped, and Marco thumbed away the tears on her cheeks.
Ian’s face appeared next to the other Dom’s. “That’s eleven, Angel. The last four will be the hardest, and then I’ll let you come if you want. Give me a color.”
“Green! Please, Sir! Don’t stop! Please let me come!
” She screamed the words so loudly that the members upstairs in the bar area had to have heard her over the music and distance.
She was so wrapped up in her arousal and need that she didn’t know most of the crowd chuckled appreciatively at her response.
They also praised the new sub’s commitment to seeing her punishment through to the end.
Ian smiled at his angel. “It’ll be my pleasure, sweetheart.”
Returning to his former position, he took the correct stance to paddle right atop the crack of her ass, where the end of the anal plug sat flush between her cheeks. Rearing back, he hit the same spot four times, the sound of wood against flesh resonating through the air.
Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.
Ian dropped the paddle and thrust two fingers straight into her soaking wet pussy. That was all it took to send her screaming over the edge of release. Rubbing her clit with his thumb, he prolonged her orgasm for as long as he could until her entire body sagged with relief.
The crowd applauded the exhausted sub as Ian withdrew his hand from between her trembling legs.
Her ass was bright red, and her juices coated her thighs.
The two Doms worked quickly to release her restraints and rubbed each limb to ensure her blood was circulating.
Marco stood, grabbed a red blanket from a nearby shelf, and handed it to Ian. “I’ll take care of your stuff for you.”
Ian nodded before wrapping his sub in the blanket and carrying her to an oversized leather winged-back chair.
He sat with her on his lap and let her ass hang over the side of his thigh so she wasn’t too uncomfortable.
After she took a few sips of water from the bottle someone had handed him, she cuddled into his chest as his strong arms held her.
His heart squeezed when she looked up at him through swollen, wet eyes and sighed. “Thank you, Master.”