Chapter 37 Six #2
He walked her to the horse and put his arms around her from behind, still shielding her from the eyes of the people who were behind them. Her soft flesh pressed against his warm, hard body.
“I know you’re upset, Emma, but I want you to try to open yourself to the erotic aspects of what’s about to happen.
” His left arm pressed against her upper chest, his right arm against her hips, drawing her back against him so she was anchored to him and trapped by those strong arms. She felt an immediate quickening in her womb.
He whispered in her ear. “Strapping you to the horse is going to excite me. When you accept a position that’s vulnerable, you’re giving yourself to me.” He rocked his hips against her ass, so she could feel his erection. He slid a hand down, cupping her sex.
Her mouth opened, drawing a shaky breath, arousal blossoming.
“Your body knows what’s coming, and even scared, there’s a part of you that wants this. You’ve been bad, and a man who’s been inside your body is going to discipline you. Those gorgeous, soft curves are mine.”
Her heart thudded, and her hips made a tiny circle.
“I can do whatever I want to you, Emma, even give you pleasure through pain. We already want each other; what comes next will make it a need. Feel that?” he whispered, stroking a finger between her damp lips.
“The cream gathering in your strawberry pussy? Later on, when your ass is tender and sore from my hand, I’ll enjoy licking all that strawberries and cream before I slide my cock into you. ”
She shook, but not just with fear anymore.
He bit the place where her neck and shoulder met and then licked it. “It’s time. Show me how sweet you can be under a strong hand.”
Shay took the back of her knee and gripped it firmly, guiding her to raise it. She let him put her foot on the foot-hold, feeling the cool air on the dampness between her thighs. Emma shuddered.
“Just like getting on a real horse. Stand on the step and swing your other leg over.”
It took her a minute to work up the nerve, but he stood very close, a solid wall of hard-bodied support. She took a breath and stepped straight up. He guided her right leg around to the other rest.
Shay glanced up and smiled, his pleasure hitting her in the solar plexus.
“Very, very good. Now just lie down.”
“It’s tilted,” she said, staring down the length.
“Yes,” he said with a dark smile.
Oh my God. My head will be lower than my naked ass. It’ll be so graphic. Who thought of this? A Dom, of course. A spanking bench is designed to give a Dom easy access to his work and play.
She put her hands on the cushioned top and walked herself forward until her belly rested and her breasts were partially squashed on the bench.
It was hard to keep them balanced. She started to adjust herself, but Shay’s hand on her back and his low voice saying, “You’re perfect. Be still.” stopped her from moving.
Because there was nothing more for her to do, she closed her eyes and tried to make her mind go blank.
It was hard, though, with her big round butt high in the air and the feel of cool air between her legs.
She was positioned like a porn star. It made her want to cringe. It also made her want to be mounted.
Her hands held the sides of the bench. When Shay took her wrist, she whispered, “You don’t have to tie them. I won’t try to get up until you’re done. Twenty spanks, right?”
“Twenty,” he agreed, pulling her hand down.
“You don’t have to.”
“I know I don’t. You’re being very brave.” He glanced up for a moment, his gaze trapping her. “I’m binding your wrists because I like them bound.”
That made her pussy clench and juice more. She was already so wet. Would the people watching be able to tell? Would they joke about how much she wanted him?
He restrained first one hand and then the other.
Then he strapped her thighs in place, and she felt suddenly overwhelmed.
She couldn’t escape. With her legs unable to move, she felt acutely aware of how easy it would be for Shay to enter her.
He could take her if he wanted to, in front of everyone.
It should have made her horrified, but it had the opposite effect.
His hand cupped her left breast and moved it out so it dangled into his hand.
He walked around and freed the other one, taking an extra moment to fondle it while leaning near her ear and saying, “Like warm ripe fruit for the plucking. I hope you know God gave you these gorgeous tits so I could enjoy them. I promise you I will.”
She swallowed hard and closed her eyes. All she had to do was get through twenty measly spanks, then she could go back to Shay’s office to have sex with him. Twenty would be nothing.
Shay stretched his right arm. The lead-in to this punishment had been a little grim.
How could you fault a sweet beautiful girl for trying to protect a friend on her first night in a club like the Marquis?
Sure, he’d warned her not to interfere with a scene in progress, and sure, she was on the Kink-Curious loop where he knew the girls researched the lifestyle, but it was hard to overcome a lifetime of instinct and training in a few hours.
The world outside the club was brutal in ways girls didn’t want or deserve.
Out there, they were used to taking care of themselves and each other because there weren’t enough real men around to do it.
He wanted to salvage this first punishment experience for her.
A lot of women enjoyed the rush and release of being spanked.
There had been a kink club near campus in Cambridge when he’d been in school.
Some of the girls had come in tighter than an overstretched balloon.
Strung out on stress and over-caffeinated, they had trouble sleeping.
But in the right hands, punishment and often sex afterward was a relief.
He remembered a gorgeous Jewish girl with wild black hair who’d asked him to meet her there during midterms. He’d given her a hard workout in more ways than one.
Afterward, she’d cried and fallen asleep.
The next day, she’d seen him on campus and smiled, bright-eyed and rested.
Her text had said, “Slept all night. Thank you so much, Sir. Anything you ever want from me, I’m yours. ”
Kate had that same need for punishment. Shay had seen the wild anxious look in Kate’s eyes during exams. The way she hurried through the club, searching for Rory. And after the paddle or the cane, she melted into her master, exhausted and peaceful.
But Shay didn’t believe this new sub needed that kind of release. Emma had a different kind of craving, which would make it trickier to get her anywhere close to release under these circumstances.
He cocked his wrist up and down to stretch his forearm.
He felt the crowd’s anticipation building and noticed the way Emma tested the restraints.
Her nerves were taking over again. He rested his left hand on her low back and massaged in small circles as he raised his right arm and bent his elbow to stretch his shoulder and triceps.
If they’d been alone, this would’ve been easy.
She responded to him naturally. In private, he could’ve overcome her doubts and resistance with no trouble.
But stripped and bound for an audience on her first night?
This was a serious challenge. He was satisfied he’d put her under his spell before strapping her to the horse, but twenty strokes?
And there could be no holding back. This was an experienced crowd.
They knew how the blows should sound and what color should bloom.
Also, the crowd had a stake in this punishment.
She had disrespected the club by breaking its rules.
They wanted her to have a hard lesson. It was his obligation to deliver it.
Of course, it wasn’t a complete hardship.
The flogger and the cane were a good workout, though they didn’t pump blood to his cock like they did for some Doms. But his hand coming down on a bare ass?
Yes, that brought out the animal instincts.
She was so innocent and eager to please, and wasn’t that just what called to the darker side of his soul? Yes, every time.
In addition, this young woman’s ass was made for spanking. Round and alabaster white, soft, pliant. She had the ass of an ancient goddess, lush and ripe. Punishment was only the beginning of what he wanted to do to her ass, and the rest of her.
She was the most delectable sub he’d ever tasted.
The way she looked up at him with those big blue eyes and trembling lips was nothing short of perfection.
God help her. He was doing his best to protect her, even from himself, but she did not make it easy.
With her bombshell body, wiggling ass, and defiant outbursts, it was enough to test the control of even the most seasoned Dom.
He glanced at the crowd, satisfied that he’d given them their time to warm up. Scenes like this were a show. When you had a beautiful angel-faced girl strapped down with her ripe ass in the air and her glistening blond pussy on display, you didn’t rush things.
Twenty wasn’t a very big number. Paying twenty dollars for lunch was fine. Climbing twenty stairs didn’t leave a person breathless. Giving a presentation to only twenty classmates would be a piece of cake.
This was not an ordinary twenty. This twenty should have been in capital letters and bold print. How foolish she’d been to court disaster while calling it “twenty measly spanks.”
The first was a shock, with the terrible sting coming after, but the following nine were a flaming, pounding assault on her ass that was almost too much to take. She was breathless and couldn’t stop fighting the restraints. She shook her head, and tears spilled over her lashes.
Shay paused at ten, massaging her bottom, which made her shudder and gasp.