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not.”
“What?”
“They take turns. Although I think Deacon excels more as a top. You should see him wield a bull whip. He’s almost as good as Dex.”
“I’ll never understand all of this.”
“I’m not sure any of us do, totally. It’s how we’re wired, so we go with it. After a while, you won’t question it, just accept and enjoy the thrill of the unusual. That’s what keeps it so exciting.”
*****
She trembled, not from pleasure as so many of the other subs did tonight. Her tremor was from dread as Dan crouched in front of her and linked her cuffs to the hooks on the bench. When finished, with Angie firmly restrained and vulnerable, he didn’t stand right away.
His attention focused on her face, scanning it slowly until settling on her mouth. “Your eyes are as big as saucers, and if you don’t stop biting that lip, you’ll have teeth marks and bruises for days.”
“I don’t know if I can do this.” With her voice barely a whisper, he moved his head closer in order to hear.
“I’ll go gently, sweetness, but I’ll have to make it believable in LA, so we have to practice. You’ll feel heat and a sting, but I’ll leave no bruises or welts. I promise.” He cupped her chin and lifted her head so that his eyes, which were a very unique shade of silvery-gray, could meet hers. “If it gets to be too much, remember that yellow will slow it down and red will make it stop. Okay?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He angled his head closer and kissed her cheek. “You’re being very brave, Angie. I’m sorry to have to put you through this. It’s clear you’re vanilla and not enjoying yourself, but it will be all worth it when we shut down the fucker who’s been snatching submissives in LA.”
“I know. I’ll focus on that, Dan. Thank you for being so patient.”
“I’m honored to be entrusted with you, and will take the utmost care. Count on that.” His smile of reassurance flashed brightly in his tanned face, reminding her how good-looking he was. She tentatively returned it.
Standing, his hand squeezed her shoulder as he cleared his throat. “Now, we’ll have your session, moving on to the punishment you’ve earned, thereafter.” His voice had risen to include the crowd of spectators.
A progression of pictures flashed in Angie’s mind. Starting in math class when she was thirteen and Mr. Fitzmeyer made Miles Jenkins, the class clown, bend over his desk for a paddling while his seventh grade classmates looked on with unadulterated glee. Flashing forward to a college party she’d attended when someone had hauled out a paddle. What had ensued was a game of spin the bottle, but instead of kissing, the losers—or winners, depending how one looked at it—endured a round of spanks with the stereotypical wooden frat paddle with holes drilled in it.
From there the picture morphed into a jam packed movie theater and a rapt audience watching the spanking scenes from Fifty Shades of Grey, both the sexy and punishment ones , with titillated enthusiasm. And lastly, to the sub on the spanking bench not thirty minutes earlier who begged for more strokes of the lash. As it fell on her already bright red behind, the club members clamored eagerly for the best view of the spectacle taking place on the other side of the velvet ropes.
Ultimately, her mind conjured up an image of herself as she was now, strapped to a similar bench, but not here, rather, in the middle of the Colosseum in Rome as the lions closed in on all sides while the bloodthirsty hordes cheered them on.
She shook her head to clear that gruesome image, surely she was making a simple spanking into more than it was. And obviously, over the years, she’d forgotten what an impression—no pun intended—all the spankings she had witnessed had made. Clearly, it was more commonplace than she’d ever realized. And now, when it was her time to be on the receiving end, a little tremor of excitement shot through her.
“I’m going to
“What?”
“They take turns. Although I think Deacon excels more as a top. You should see him wield a bull whip. He’s almost as good as Dex.”
“I’ll never understand all of this.”
“I’m not sure any of us do, totally. It’s how we’re wired, so we go with it. After a while, you won’t question it, just accept and enjoy the thrill of the unusual. That’s what keeps it so exciting.”
*****
She trembled, not from pleasure as so many of the other subs did tonight. Her tremor was from dread as Dan crouched in front of her and linked her cuffs to the hooks on the bench. When finished, with Angie firmly restrained and vulnerable, he didn’t stand right away.
His attention focused on her face, scanning it slowly until settling on her mouth. “Your eyes are as big as saucers, and if you don’t stop biting that lip, you’ll have teeth marks and bruises for days.”
“I don’t know if I can do this.” With her voice barely a whisper, he moved his head closer in order to hear.
“I’ll go gently, sweetness, but I’ll have to make it believable in LA, so we have to practice. You’ll feel heat and a sting, but I’ll leave no bruises or welts. I promise.” He cupped her chin and lifted her head so that his eyes, which were a very unique shade of silvery-gray, could meet hers. “If it gets to be too much, remember that yellow will slow it down and red will make it stop. Okay?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He angled his head closer and kissed her cheek. “You’re being very brave, Angie. I’m sorry to have to put you through this. It’s clear you’re vanilla and not enjoying yourself, but it will be all worth it when we shut down the fucker who’s been snatching submissives in LA.”
“I know. I’ll focus on that, Dan. Thank you for being so patient.”
“I’m honored to be entrusted with you, and will take the utmost care. Count on that.” His smile of reassurance flashed brightly in his tanned face, reminding her how good-looking he was. She tentatively returned it.
Standing, his hand squeezed her shoulder as he cleared his throat. “Now, we’ll have your session, moving on to the punishment you’ve earned, thereafter.” His voice had risen to include the crowd of spectators.
A progression of pictures flashed in Angie’s mind. Starting in math class when she was thirteen and Mr. Fitzmeyer made Miles Jenkins, the class clown, bend over his desk for a paddling while his seventh grade classmates looked on with unadulterated glee. Flashing forward to a college party she’d attended when someone had hauled out a paddle. What had ensued was a game of spin the bottle, but instead of kissing, the losers—or winners, depending how one looked at it—endured a round of spanks with the stereotypical wooden frat paddle with holes drilled in it.
From there the picture morphed into a jam packed movie theater and a rapt audience watching the spanking scenes from Fifty Shades of Grey, both the sexy and punishment ones , with titillated enthusiasm. And lastly, to the sub on the spanking bench not thirty minutes earlier who begged for more strokes of the lash. As it fell on her already bright red behind, the club members clamored eagerly for the best view of the spectacle taking place on the other side of the velvet ropes.
Ultimately, her mind conjured up an image of herself as she was now, strapped to a similar bench, but not here, rather, in the middle of the Colosseum in Rome as the lions closed in on all sides while the bloodthirsty hordes cheered them on.
She shook her head to clear that gruesome image, surely she was making a simple spanking into more than it was. And obviously, over the years, she’d forgotten what an impression—no pun intended—all the spankings she had witnessed had made. Clearly, it was more commonplace than she’d ever realized. And now, when it was her time to be on the receiving end, a little tremor of excitement shot through her.
“I’m going to
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