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to do made the blood rush through her, straight to her sex. How could she get so freaking turned on so fast? All eyes from the guests now turned toward them, and that made it even better.
Darius dragged the cushioned chair into the middle of the room. “Bend over.” When she hesitated, he pointed to the chair. “Hands on the seat, ass in the air.”
“No, don’t, not here, please,” she begged as she remained standing.
“Do it. You know you’re not supposed to flirt or allow any man to touch you.”
“But look how I’m dressed. How am I supposed to stop their attentions?”
“I don’t care how you’re dressed. Just because they like the view, doesn’t mean you can give them an invitation to do more.” He smacked her ass several times, and she yelped and tried covering her butt with her hands.
A few guests laughed in hushed tones.
“Keep your hands away.”
He didn’t hit her hard, but it sounded like he did.
Someone opened the door to the salon, a late arrival. A couple entered and the woman had her hand to her mouth. Darius didn’t stop the spanking. “Oh, my,” the woman said.
“What’s going on?” the man added with an amused tone.
“Our servers are having a little tiff,” Karl said pleasantly. “Apparently, he’s upset because she was flirting with one of our guests. Have a seat. We’re enjoying his reprimand.”
“I think it’s inappropriate,” another woman from the other side of the room announced. Others shushed her.
While Destiny remained bent over, Darius spanked her until her butt felt flushed. To the audience it probably looked rosy. He gripped her upper arm, lifted her to a standing position and turned her toward the audience.
The straps to the outfit had shifted and her nipples showed. A cool breeze from the opened door brushed over them and they peaked to hard points. She raised her hands to cover herself. Not that she was embarrassed. It was part of the act.
“No, that won’t do,” Darius said. “If you want to tease, you won’t cover yourself.”
Whispers rose from the spectators. Darius strolled out into the crowd and many of the women leaned closer to their men. He walked to a group of ladies. “May I borrow someone’s scarf? I will return it unharmed.” Two women slid their scarves from around their necks and eagerly held them out to him.
“Thank you. I can use both.” He took the scarves back to Destiny. He turned her back toward the audience, unclasped her outfit and let it drop to the floor. He retrieved it at her feet and tossed it aside. Gasps and murmurs spread throughout the room. “Hold your arms behind your back.”
Destiny did as she was told and tried not to smile. She was enjoying the scene. Maybe a little too much. Darius frowned and looked a little stressed. And she didn’t think that was an act. He first tied her wrists together, then retrieved a few items from her tote bag.
Karl, sitting at the bar, got a nice frontal view of Destiny now naked, while his guests only saw her ass at the moment. He smiled as he sipped his scotch, so maybe he was in a better mood.
The next scarf Darius tied around her eyes as a blindfold. She knew he did this to help hide her appearance, even though she wasn’t especially concerned for what he had planned.
“I won’t do it again. I promise,” she said.
“Sometimes I think you tease other men because you enjoy the consequences, the spanking and other punishments.”
She didn’t argue.
He hooked a wide steel and leather collar around her neck. A ring attached to the front had two long chains and nipple clamps at the end. She and Darius weren’t into bondage or BDSM, but they figured the scene would add a level of kinky edginess. So far, so good.
“What’s he doing?” one man asked. “Turn her around. We want to see.”
Awesome—they had the full attention of the audience now. Darius tightened the clamps around each nipple and she moaned and complained of the pain. In reality, an
Darius dragged the cushioned chair into the middle of the room. “Bend over.” When she hesitated, he pointed to the chair. “Hands on the seat, ass in the air.”
“No, don’t, not here, please,” she begged as she remained standing.
“Do it. You know you’re not supposed to flirt or allow any man to touch you.”
“But look how I’m dressed. How am I supposed to stop their attentions?”
“I don’t care how you’re dressed. Just because they like the view, doesn’t mean you can give them an invitation to do more.” He smacked her ass several times, and she yelped and tried covering her butt with her hands.
A few guests laughed in hushed tones.
“Keep your hands away.”
He didn’t hit her hard, but it sounded like he did.
Someone opened the door to the salon, a late arrival. A couple entered and the woman had her hand to her mouth. Darius didn’t stop the spanking. “Oh, my,” the woman said.
“What’s going on?” the man added with an amused tone.
“Our servers are having a little tiff,” Karl said pleasantly. “Apparently, he’s upset because she was flirting with one of our guests. Have a seat. We’re enjoying his reprimand.”
“I think it’s inappropriate,” another woman from the other side of the room announced. Others shushed her.
While Destiny remained bent over, Darius spanked her until her butt felt flushed. To the audience it probably looked rosy. He gripped her upper arm, lifted her to a standing position and turned her toward the audience.
The straps to the outfit had shifted and her nipples showed. A cool breeze from the opened door brushed over them and they peaked to hard points. She raised her hands to cover herself. Not that she was embarrassed. It was part of the act.
“No, that won’t do,” Darius said. “If you want to tease, you won’t cover yourself.”
Whispers rose from the spectators. Darius strolled out into the crowd and many of the women leaned closer to their men. He walked to a group of ladies. “May I borrow someone’s scarf? I will return it unharmed.” Two women slid their scarves from around their necks and eagerly held them out to him.
“Thank you. I can use both.” He took the scarves back to Destiny. He turned her back toward the audience, unclasped her outfit and let it drop to the floor. He retrieved it at her feet and tossed it aside. Gasps and murmurs spread throughout the room. “Hold your arms behind your back.”
Destiny did as she was told and tried not to smile. She was enjoying the scene. Maybe a little too much. Darius frowned and looked a little stressed. And she didn’t think that was an act. He first tied her wrists together, then retrieved a few items from her tote bag.
Karl, sitting at the bar, got a nice frontal view of Destiny now naked, while his guests only saw her ass at the moment. He smiled as he sipped his scotch, so maybe he was in a better mood.
The next scarf Darius tied around her eyes as a blindfold. She knew he did this to help hide her appearance, even though she wasn’t especially concerned for what he had planned.
“I won’t do it again. I promise,” she said.
“Sometimes I think you tease other men because you enjoy the consequences, the spanking and other punishments.”
She didn’t argue.
He hooked a wide steel and leather collar around her neck. A ring attached to the front had two long chains and nipple clamps at the end. She and Darius weren’t into bondage or BDSM, but they figured the scene would add a level of kinky edginess. So far, so good.
“What’s he doing?” one man asked. “Turn her around. We want to see.”
Awesome—they had the full attention of the audience now. Darius tightened the clamps around each nipple and she moaned and complained of the pain. In reality, an
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