find a room right now.”
“You suggesting I hide? Even though it’s partially my fault she’s being subjected to punishment?”
“It’s not your fault. Layla isn’t a novice to the lifestyle, Angel. You are.”
“Will it be bad?”
“I swear to you Murphy won’t hurt her beyond what she can handle. But the whole point is to remind her of her submissive, not subversive, role in his life.”
Determination flitted through her eyes. She drained her drink. “I want to watch.”
Brave girl. “Just as long as you understand you cannot interfere. Period.”
“I won’t.”
Ben left his unfinished beer on the table. Clasping her hand, he led her through the crowd, taking a left at the hallway.
Two dozen people were in front of the medieval room. He nudged her to a space in the middle of the crowd, wrapping his arms around her upper body, unsure if he meant to hold her up or hold her back.
She gasped softly, seeing Layla in chains, arms above her head, a spreader bar keeping her legs apart. Her naked back faced the audience. Murphy wielded a single tail whip.
Layla stuttered, “F-fourteen, Sir.”
Welts decorated Layla’s back. Murphy didn’t move as he cracked the whip again; the tip scored the tender skin on her left side.
Angel jumped and Ben held tight. “This part is almost done,” he murmured. “Murphy never does more than twenty strikes.”
Layla counted, her voice staying strong. But Murphy didn’t look happy when he leveled the final blow. He put the whip aside and stood in front of his submissive, forcing her to meet his gaze as he unhooked the manacles from her wrists. Then he nodded at Sully, who rolled a pommel up front.
Layla said something to Murphy and he snapped, “That earned you another ten.” He hoisted her off the floor, placing her torso on the modified pommel horse. Her head and arms dangled on the opposite side, which left her ass sticking up in the air. With her legs spread by the bar, her pussy and her anus were totally exposed to all who watched the scene.
Murphy restrained Layla’s arms and snagged a paddle off the cart. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, raising her head. “Twenty swats. You will count them down from twenty. And if I’m not convinced you’ve learned your lesson, I will add twenty more from the cane. Are we clear?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He moved behind her. He swung, the paddle connected with her skin, high on her left butt cheek.
“Twenty. Thank you, Sir.”
The next blow hit in the same place.
“Nineteen. Thank you, Sir.”
The next blow lower. Each blow precisely placed so every inch of Layla’s ass was cherry red.
But that wasn’t all that was red. Ben murmured, “Look at her pussy. See how wet and swollen it is? These last ten aren’t punishment for her. They’re her reward for takin’ the punishment. Understand?”
She nodded against his neck.
Murphy bellowed, “I can’t hear you, sub. Louder.”
“Three. Thank you, S-sir.”
Layla’s voice had taken on a dreamlike quality. The last two blows landed so close to her cunt she moaned. When Murphy finished, he tenderly smoothed his hands over her abraded ass. But Layla barely stirred. He dropped his pants. When he reached for the strap-on, murmurs rippled through the crowd.
Murphy squirted lube on his cock and on the phallus centered above his cock and stroked both. He drizzled more lube between her butt cheeks. Using both hands, he aligned the dildo to her asshole and his cock to her cunt and shoved both in deep.
Layla’s head came up and she wailed.
“Is he…”
“Fucking her ass and her pussy at the same time.”
She said, “Oh God,” but she didn’t avert her eyes from watching Murphy master Layla. Murphy slowed his thrusts, sped up and reached around Layla’s thigh to toy with her clit.
She wailed again. “Please, Sir.”
“Say it, Layla. Say it and I’ll let you come.”
“I’m sorry,” she sobbed. “I’m sorry I disappointed and embarrassed
“You suggesting I hide? Even though it’s partially my fault she’s being subjected to punishment?”
“It’s not your fault. Layla isn’t a novice to the lifestyle, Angel. You are.”
“Will it be bad?”
“I swear to you Murphy won’t hurt her beyond what she can handle. But the whole point is to remind her of her submissive, not subversive, role in his life.”
Determination flitted through her eyes. She drained her drink. “I want to watch.”
Brave girl. “Just as long as you understand you cannot interfere. Period.”
“I won’t.”
Ben left his unfinished beer on the table. Clasping her hand, he led her through the crowd, taking a left at the hallway.
Two dozen people were in front of the medieval room. He nudged her to a space in the middle of the crowd, wrapping his arms around her upper body, unsure if he meant to hold her up or hold her back.
She gasped softly, seeing Layla in chains, arms above her head, a spreader bar keeping her legs apart. Her naked back faced the audience. Murphy wielded a single tail whip.
Layla stuttered, “F-fourteen, Sir.”
Welts decorated Layla’s back. Murphy didn’t move as he cracked the whip again; the tip scored the tender skin on her left side.
Angel jumped and Ben held tight. “This part is almost done,” he murmured. “Murphy never does more than twenty strikes.”
Layla counted, her voice staying strong. But Murphy didn’t look happy when he leveled the final blow. He put the whip aside and stood in front of his submissive, forcing her to meet his gaze as he unhooked the manacles from her wrists. Then he nodded at Sully, who rolled a pommel up front.
Layla said something to Murphy and he snapped, “That earned you another ten.” He hoisted her off the floor, placing her torso on the modified pommel horse. Her head and arms dangled on the opposite side, which left her ass sticking up in the air. With her legs spread by the bar, her pussy and her anus were totally exposed to all who watched the scene.
Murphy restrained Layla’s arms and snagged a paddle off the cart. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, raising her head. “Twenty swats. You will count them down from twenty. And if I’m not convinced you’ve learned your lesson, I will add twenty more from the cane. Are we clear?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He moved behind her. He swung, the paddle connected with her skin, high on her left butt cheek.
“Twenty. Thank you, Sir.”
The next blow hit in the same place.
“Nineteen. Thank you, Sir.”
The next blow lower. Each blow precisely placed so every inch of Layla’s ass was cherry red.
But that wasn’t all that was red. Ben murmured, “Look at her pussy. See how wet and swollen it is? These last ten aren’t punishment for her. They’re her reward for takin’ the punishment. Understand?”
She nodded against his neck.
Murphy bellowed, “I can’t hear you, sub. Louder.”
“Three. Thank you, S-sir.”
Layla’s voice had taken on a dreamlike quality. The last two blows landed so close to her cunt she moaned. When Murphy finished, he tenderly smoothed his hands over her abraded ass. But Layla barely stirred. He dropped his pants. When he reached for the strap-on, murmurs rippled through the crowd.
Murphy squirted lube on his cock and on the phallus centered above his cock and stroked both. He drizzled more lube between her butt cheeks. Using both hands, he aligned the dildo to her asshole and his cock to her cunt and shoved both in deep.
Layla’s head came up and she wailed.
“Is he…”
“Fucking her ass and her pussy at the same time.”
She said, “Oh God,” but she didn’t avert her eyes from watching Murphy master Layla. Murphy slowed his thrusts, sped up and reached around Layla’s thigh to toy with her clit.
She wailed again. “Please, Sir.”
“Say it, Layla. Say it and I’ll let you come.”
“I’m sorry,” she sobbed. “I’m sorry I disappointed and embarrassed
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