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Catherine and The Spanking Room (Club Alegria #1)
Wearing a schoolgirl’s outfit had
always appealed to Catherine’s kinky side, so when her best friend suggested she
spend the evening at Club Alegria, Catherine leapt at the opportunity to dress
up as her favorite sexual fantasy. After all, alegria meant “joy,” and
she liked to do things that brought her joy. The plaid skirt was cut indecently
high, revealing white lacy panties underneath, and she’d only buttoned three
buttons on her white shirt, showing the curves of her ample breasts where her
bra pushed them up. She arranged her hair into a ponytail, slipped into spiked
heels, and went downtown to receive her punishment. She’d been a bad, bad girl.
She spent some time on the dance
floor, and her turn came quickly. Eddie, the Dom-in-training who was acting as
an administrative assistant, gave Catherine a smirky grin as he called her
name. “Master Carlos will see you now.”
She sashayed into the office and
plunked down onto a sturdy wooden chair. Crossing her legs, she made sure her
skirt rode up high, giving him a prime view of her thigh and the edge of her
lacy panties. She wasn’t one for knee socks, so nothing inhibited his view of
her shapely legs. She folded her arms to plump her breasts and show that she
didn’t care whether or not he was pleased with her behavior.
He sat behind his desk, watching
her intently, his expression unreadable. He had sexy eyes, unexpectedly blue
against his Hispanic coloring, and his thick mane of dark hair made her fingers
itch to run her fingers through. An assortment of paddles, canes, and whips
hung on the wall behind him, giving the office a decidedly dungeon feel. At
last he clasped his hands together and leaned forward. “Catherine, you’ve been
caught masturbating in class again.”
She lifted a shoulder and let it
drop. “I can’t help it, Master Carlos. Every time I see you walking the halls,
your muscles bulging out of your suit and your huge package front and center,
just teasing me, I have to touch myself. It’s not my fault that everybody likes
to watch.” The corner of his mouth twitched, and she took that as a good sign.
She spread her legs and pushed the crotch of her panties over. “Would you like
to watch?”
He came around the desk. She
thought he’d perch on the corner where he’d have a better view of her pussy,
but he hauled her from the chair and pushed her down over the hard wooden desktop.
“Lift your arms up and hold on to the edge. Your punishment is a thorough
spanking. If you climax while I’m smacking your ass, you will be punished
further.”
Oh, now this was a deviation from
the way they usually played the scene. It was almost impossible for Catherine
not to have an orgasm from being spanked. The promise of more punishment made
her pussy extra wet. “Please, Sir, don’t be so cruel!”
He lifted her skirt and slid her
panties down her thighs. They pooled around her ankles, trapping her feet in
place. She felt his hand on her ass, caressing the skin he was about to abuse.
“You do this on purpose, brat. I’m going to teach you a lesson this time, make
you scream and beg. Get ready.”
Master Carlos started with his hand.
She lifted her ass to meet each blow, moaning in time to his smacks. Once she
was warmed up, he grabbed a thin leather paddle. It whistled through the air,
singing a sadistic lullaby. A cry escaped her as it made a stinging impact.
Over and over, he peppered her ass and thighs. She wiggled, trying to escape
the cruel, punishing blows.
He paused and caressed the swollen
areas of her skin. They weren’t welts yet, but he could—and would—leave her
with a few. Reaching between her legs, he found her wet and ready. He pressed
two fingers inside. She moaned and tried to take him deeper. “Catherine, if you
cannot take your punishment with dignity, I have far worse in store for you.”
“This is worse.” She sniffled
dramatically. “You won’t let me
Wearing a schoolgirl’s outfit had
always appealed to Catherine’s kinky side, so when her best friend suggested she
spend the evening at Club Alegria, Catherine leapt at the opportunity to dress
up as her favorite sexual fantasy. After all, alegria meant “joy,” and
she liked to do things that brought her joy. The plaid skirt was cut indecently
high, revealing white lacy panties underneath, and she’d only buttoned three
buttons on her white shirt, showing the curves of her ample breasts where her
bra pushed them up. She arranged her hair into a ponytail, slipped into spiked
heels, and went downtown to receive her punishment. She’d been a bad, bad girl.
She spent some time on the dance
floor, and her turn came quickly. Eddie, the Dom-in-training who was acting as
an administrative assistant, gave Catherine a smirky grin as he called her
name. “Master Carlos will see you now.”
She sashayed into the office and
plunked down onto a sturdy wooden chair. Crossing her legs, she made sure her
skirt rode up high, giving him a prime view of her thigh and the edge of her
lacy panties. She wasn’t one for knee socks, so nothing inhibited his view of
her shapely legs. She folded her arms to plump her breasts and show that she
didn’t care whether or not he was pleased with her behavior.
He sat behind his desk, watching
her intently, his expression unreadable. He had sexy eyes, unexpectedly blue
against his Hispanic coloring, and his thick mane of dark hair made her fingers
itch to run her fingers through. An assortment of paddles, canes, and whips
hung on the wall behind him, giving the office a decidedly dungeon feel. At
last he clasped his hands together and leaned forward. “Catherine, you’ve been
caught masturbating in class again.”
She lifted a shoulder and let it
drop. “I can’t help it, Master Carlos. Every time I see you walking the halls,
your muscles bulging out of your suit and your huge package front and center,
just teasing me, I have to touch myself. It’s not my fault that everybody likes
to watch.” The corner of his mouth twitched, and she took that as a good sign.
She spread her legs and pushed the crotch of her panties over. “Would you like
to watch?”
He came around the desk. She
thought he’d perch on the corner where he’d have a better view of her pussy,
but he hauled her from the chair and pushed her down over the hard wooden desktop.
“Lift your arms up and hold on to the edge. Your punishment is a thorough
spanking. If you climax while I’m smacking your ass, you will be punished
further.”
Oh, now this was a deviation from
the way they usually played the scene. It was almost impossible for Catherine
not to have an orgasm from being spanked. The promise of more punishment made
her pussy extra wet. “Please, Sir, don’t be so cruel!”
He lifted her skirt and slid her
panties down her thighs. They pooled around her ankles, trapping her feet in
place. She felt his hand on her ass, caressing the skin he was about to abuse.
“You do this on purpose, brat. I’m going to teach you a lesson this time, make
you scream and beg. Get ready.”
Master Carlos started with his hand.
She lifted her ass to meet each blow, moaning in time to his smacks. Once she
was warmed up, he grabbed a thin leather paddle. It whistled through the air,
singing a sadistic lullaby. A cry escaped her as it made a stinging impact.
Over and over, he peppered her ass and thighs. She wiggled, trying to escape
the cruel, punishing blows.
He paused and caressed the swollen
areas of her skin. They weren’t welts yet, but he could—and would—leave her
with a few. Reaching between her legs, he found her wet and ready. He pressed
two fingers inside. She moaned and tried to take him deeper. “Catherine, if you
cannot take your punishment with dignity, I have far worse in store for you.”
“This is worse.” She sniffled
dramatically. “You won’t let me
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