Chapter 14
Chapter Fourteen
Nick
“When spanking, you always want to keep your swats below the submissive’s hip,” Olivia said, and Master Law put his hand on Nick’s ass, right at the very top.
Nick gritted his teeth. This was so weird.
“The same goes for any kind of impact play. The curves of the butt cheeks are where most spankings will be centered, but sometimes, you can do the thighs or the area right under the cheeks because those are even more sensitive than butts.”
Master Law’s hand moved with each spot Olivia named, and Nick almost jumped when he felt the other man’s fingers against the sensitive spot right under his ass. It was a very sensitive spot, and it felt extremely odd to be touched there, especially by someone he wasn’t attracted to.
Fixing Avery’s face firmly in his mind, Nick focused on why he was there. He’d promised her he was going to be the best student.
“You’ll need to be more careful when spanking or otherwise punishing the more sensitive areas so you don’t push your submissive beyond what they can handle.
” Olivia’s voice changed, becoming icy, and Nick knew she would not be pleased to hear about any of them pushing their sub past their limits.
“You also need to make sure not to go above their waist. We’ll talk more about kidneys, where they’re located, and why we don’t use impact implements on them when we get to the flogging and whips.
For spanking, you need to know if you feel bone, you’ve gone too high. Keep it focused on the fleshy part.”
That made sense. The idea of flogging and whips still made his stomach twist uncomfortably, but hearing how safety-focused the class was made him feel a little better.
“Okay, Sam and Nick, we’ll start with the center of your butt cheeks, then the undersides and the thighs so you can feel the difference. After that, Connor and Q will each take a turn, then we’ll get you back here to demonstrate how build-up and a prolonged spanking feels.”
Nick started to nod his head, but he didn’t get very far before Master Law’s hand came down hard on the center of his ass. He yelped, unable to hold back the sound, and heard Sam do the same from her perch.
Fuck.
Master Law had a fucking hard hand. He’d never been spanked as a child, at least not that he remembered, and that fucking hurt!
He flexed his cheeks.
“Relax.” Master Law’s voice was deep and firm, filled with authority as his fingers tapped against the clenched muscles. “Always wait until your submissive unclenches before administering a spanking. Clenching might make it hurt less, but that’s the whole point of waiting.”
Sadistic fucker.
Nick groaned inwardly. If this was what Avery was expected to do, he needed to do it.
The next swat caught him in the center of his other cheek. He instinctively flexed again before forcing himself to relax. At least this time, he only grunted instead of yelping.
“Now the more painful spots,” Master Law murmured, and Nick groaned under his breath. He also mentally thanked Olivia for putting him with Master Law. This would have been so much worse if he’d had to bend over bare-assed for his brother’s girlfriend to spank.
The sharp swat on the crease between his ass and his thigh made him want to yelp all over again, but he bit back the sound, and it came out as an agonized wheeze. Still not at all sexy.
Master Law chuckled.
“I understand the impulse to hold back your voice. You’ll have to decide whether to encourage your submissive to stay quiet or express herself.” He slapped the other spot, and Nick held back his groan again before panting for breath and letting his head drop to rest on the leather padding.
Fuck, that hurt.
Some people found this sexy?
That’s why you’re the Dom. You’re supposed to find doing it sexy, not receiving it.
Right. Okay. Except he was struggling with the idea of making Avery feel like this.
It wasn’t the pain. Nick was no stranger to pain.
He was a chef, for crying out loud. His entire life was about blisters, small burns, and cuts.
He didn’t have any hair on his forearms because it had all been burned off over the years.
He could stand for hours, bend over a cutting board for hours, and do whatever he had to in order to get through the night.
Yes, this was an entirely different pain, and he could handle it, but he didn’t like the way it made him feel. This wasn’t pain to get a job done; it was pain for itself. That’s where his brain fritzed.
“Now the thighs.”
Two burning spots on the backs of his thighs later, Nick was happy to get off the spanking bench.
Embarrassment burned through him when he caught Q’s eye.
Stiffly, he straightened, avoiding Q’s and Connor’s gazes.
It wasn’t until both of them bent over the bench, he realized they hadn’t been judging him—they were both clearly apprehensive as they got into position.
They’d been watching him because he and Sam were the only indications of what to expect.
He didn’t feel any less respect for them as they got into position.
Connor got on a different bench than Sam, which had already been adjusted for his greater height.
If anything, seeing their serious dedication to learning how to properly ‘play’ with a submissive and now understanding how much of a blow it could be to both ego and physical nerve endings, he had more respect for them.
Oh. Oh.
When Luke came out of the bathroom and came to stand beside him, Nick was very aware of his own nipples and ass burning, knowing the spanking hadn’t even been that intense. He had a feeling the ‘prolonged’ demonstration would be much worse.
For the first time, he felt as though he understood Luke a little better.
Maybe he didn’t understand what drove his big brother to do this, but now he knew how it felt.
And it fucking hurt. Yet, Luke would bear it for Olivia, and deep down—even though he would never say it out loud, even though he didn’t want to think about it—he’d judged Luke and had thought he was weak.
Now…
Fuck. Luke did what Nick wasn’t sure he could do, regularly and with a smile on his face.
It might not have been what Nick thought of as ‘strength,’ but it sure as hell wasn’t weakness.
The fact Luke could regularly submit like this to Olivia, submitting both his pride and his body, without it affecting his self-image…
Okay, maybe that was how Nick defined strength.
He was already struggling with doing it once.
“I can leave if you want me to,” Luke murmured, so no one else in the classroom could hear. “I’ll go hang out in the office until they need me for the next demonstration.”
“You’re demonstrating?”
“Yeah, flogging.” Luke shot him a quick grin. “They figured you all knew what a spanking looked like, but they want to show you a flogging and the whips on a real person before showing you what it feels like.”
Nick didn’t hide his flinch, and Luke grinned even wider.
“Don’t worry, Olivia told me she’s going to leave you to Master Law and Mistress Julie.”
“I’m not sure that’s meant as a kindness,” Nick muttered. “Master Law has a hard hand.”
Though now that he could see Olivia spanking Connor and the pink spots that were already appearing on the man’s pale skin, he wasn’t sure she’d be any lighter.
Ouch. Was that how hard he was supposed to spank Avery?
Or was Olivia using more force because Connor was a man?
He wished he’d been able to see how hard she spanked Sam to get a better idea of what a woman could handle.
“Is that how hard she spanks you?”
“She usually prefers a flogger with me, but when she does, yes.” Luke sounded completely unbothered by the fact his girlfriend was spanking another man.
On the other hand, being spanked by Master Law had demonstrated graphically to Nick that kink didn’t need to be sexual. From Olivia’s expression and body language, there was nothing inherently sexual about what she was doing now.
After she finished demonstrating all the pertinent spots to Connor, Olivia straightened. Master Law had finished with Q as well, but the man was still on the spanking bench.
“Since you’re already here, we’ll do the prolonged demonstration,” Olivia said before glancing over at Nick and Sam. “You two are up next.”
“So, want me to stay or go when it’s your turn?
” Luke asked, keeping his voice low as Olivia and Master Law started spanking Connor and Q in earnest. The two men grunted when the swats landed, the sound of flesh cracking against flesh filling the room.
The spankings were rhythmic and steady. Olivia and Master Law were clearly spreading the impacts over their targets rather than letting them all land in one spot.
Nick’s jaw clenched and unclenched, his fists opening and closing as he watched. Fuck, that looked uncomfortable.
“You can stay,” he said, surprising both himself and his brother. This was what Luke did. He would have to watch Luke be flogged and whipped. Asking him to leave would only make it seem as if he couldn’t handle this, and he totally could.
Besides, if they would be going to the same club, they would see the other doing something kinky sooner or later. Might as well get used to it.
Avery
I’m here.
The text came in thirty seconds before the knock on her door, and Avery went hurrying to answer it. The door, that was.
Jerking open the door, she wasn’t really sure what to expect, but a scowling, grumpy Nick wasn’t it. He looked as if he’d had a rough night in the kitchen, not an enjoyable night at the club.
“Hi.” She didn’t know what else to say, so she kept it short and simple. Something in his expression softened, which was a relief, as he stepped up to give her a kiss.
“Hey,” he murmured as his lips descended and covered hers as his hands slid around her.
Avery melted into him and felt him relax against her. She wasn’t tipsy, but she still had a bit of a mead buzz going on—half from the alcohol and half from the sugar content.
When she slid her hands around him and up his back, he stiffened and flinched. She quickly lifted them up and away.
“Sorry,” he said, pulling away from the kiss and wincing. “I’m still a little tender—they demonstrated the flogger and the whip on our shoulders.”
“Yeah? How was it?” Avery stepped back into the apartment, letting him in, then closed the door behind him. Only then did she notice he was walking a little oddly—stiff-legged.
Pressing her lips together—it really wasn’t funny, even though it made her want to laugh—she sat next to him on the couch, curling into his side without touching him.
His arm went around her shoulders, fingers trailing down her arm and gently tracing little circles.
Remembering his nipples would probably be tender, she rested her head in the crook of his neck.
“It hurt. It still hurts. You sure that’s what you want?”
It was Avery’s turn to stiffen and not because of physical pain. The dubiousness in his voice, as if he was having trouble believing she could actually want to be flogged and whipped…
“Yes.”
“Hey, come here.” Nick’s arm pulled her back in, not into his side but onto his lap.
Taking a deep breath, Avery let herself relax against him. She felt bad when he winced again because she bet his butt was pretty sore too, but hey, she hadn’t tried to sit on his lap. He’d put her there.
“I didn’t mean to sound judgmental. It’s hard for me because I went through it, and I know it’s not what I want. I’m sore all over. Everything hurts. My shirt is rubbing the hell out of my nipples. And there is nothing less sexy than having my brother watch while some dude wails on me with a whip.”
Avery laughed so hard, she snorted, leaning against Nick’s chest. She could feel the vibration of his chuckles as his hands gently stroked the sides of her ass and thighs.
“Well, when you put it like that…” she said as her laughter subsided to giggles. “I promise it will be sexier when you do it to me, and I absolutely will enjoy it.”
“Even the soreness after?” The plain confusion in his voice made her feel a little better. He wasn’t judging her; he was trying to understand her.
Squirming around on his lap, so she could get a good look at him, she leaned forward and kissed the tip of his nose.
“Especially the soreness after. Every time I feel it, it will make me think of you.”
His eyes lit up with both understanding and interest.
“That doesn’t sound so bad.”
“It’s not.” She grinned and pressed a kiss to his lips.
When she finally pulled away, Nick groaned, shifting beneath her, obviously trying to find a comfortable position. He looked at her with big, plaintive, puppy dog eyes.
“Will you think any less of me if I say I want to go to bed and cuddle?”
“Not at all.” Avery grinned. “That sounds perfect.”
Truthfully, her vagina could use a rest. The lingering soreness made her think of him, but they’d been having so much sex, she was hitting the threshold of whether or not it was pleasant.
Cuddling and thinking about all the delightfully devious things he was learning how to do her while he recovered from his first experience of what a submissive went through sounded pretty darn good.