Michaels, Skye - Calleigh's Collar [Le Club 1] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Skye Michaels Page A

shaped but covered in little nubs with a rubberlike texture into her pussy.
    “My God, Master, what is that?” she gasped.
    “Just a little sensation enhancement,” he replied as he lightly stroked her clit with his thumb. “Now, move your butt, sub.”
    Tentatively, Paula began to rotate her hips against the textured finger he kept inserted in her pussy. The sensation was intense, but as she tried to apply more pressure, he lightened the contact. She pumped more vigorously, but he retreated, keeping satisfaction just out of reach. “You need to learn patience, sub. You need to earn your rewards.”
    He stroked a moistened finger over her tiny puckered anus and she bucked. “Please, Master, don’t do that.”
    “Quiet, sub. You will get used to this. Maybe tomorrow we’ll have you wear a butt plug and start to stretch those anal muscles. What do you think?” he said.
    “I don’t think I’ll like that, Master,” she replied.
    “We’ll see.” His finger came out of her sucking pussy with a pop as he disengaged.
    “Please, Master, don’t stop yet. I need…”
    “Not today, sub,” he said with a grimace.
    With a sigh, Paula knew she was not going to get off tonight either, and that was just not right! As she stood up, Paula noticed that his cock was rock hard and he had a tense look on his face. She wondered why, with his desire for her evident, he was denying both of them the release they craved.

Chapter Thirteen

    At 8:30, dressed in the short schoolgirl uniform with the requisite frilled, white panties, saddle shoes, and kneesocks, her hair in two pigtails, Calleigh accompanied Steele to the Playroom. The room was crowded with club members and their subs, club staff, and dungeon monitors, all in a wide variety of BDSM attire. To Calleigh it looked like Halloween on steroids, and not in a good way! She was as on edge and as nervous as she had ever been in her life. Steele was in full Dom mode, wearing low-slung, tight black jeans and black alligator cowboy boots, and his broad, dark-haired chest was bare. He kept his hand around her arm and steered her toward the spanking bench that had been placed in the center of the room and lit with a bright spotlight. The bench resembled a sawhorse with heavy padding across the top and was secured to the floor for stability.
    Calleigh’s heart rate accelerated and worms of dread crawled in her belly, but she put on a good front, swaying her hips under the hem of the extremely short plaid skirt, as she was led into the circle of light. “Pick your instrument of punishment and bring it to your Master,” she was ordered by the Dungeon Master.
    “Yes, Sir. The strap, please.” She walked over to the wall and took the strap down. It felt heavy and ominous in her hand.
    “Kiss the lash, deliver it to your Master, and ask for your punishment,” the Dungeon Master continued. “Do you have anything to say before your punishment is administered?”
    “No, Sir.” Calleigh kissed the strap and handed it to Steele. “Please punish me as I deserve, Master.” From the corner of her eye she saw Mistress Adrienne and her two subs standing in the inner circle around the bench. She also saw Michael and Robbie Hamilton and Trent and Paula. She bent over the spanking bench, arms and legs spread wide, her white, frilled panties pulled down below her butt and the pleated skirt raised to her waist. The two dungeon monitors secured her to the side bars with padded leather cuffs. Calleigh felt completely vulnerable, butt in the air, pussy exposed. This was so much worse than any slaps to her bottom administered by Steele in the suite. Steele stepped up behind her and she knew he was warming up the chamomile and mint oil in his hands, as he had promised he would, before he anointed her bottom, massaging the slick oil into her trembling cheeks and over her exposed pussy to protect her delicate skin. Next, as he had told her he would, he tested the suppleness of the strap, snapping