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it between his large hands, and took several practice swings at the legs of the bench. The sound cracked in the air and made her jump. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Breathe, baby, remember it’s all about the drama.”
    “Master Steele, please begin the punishment. Sub, count your strikes,” the Dungeon Master intoned.
    Even though Steele stealthily pulled the blow at the last moment, the first cracking lash of the strap landed dead center across the right cheek of her bare bottom before she had fully prepared herself. She yelped! “Count the strikes, sub,” the Dungeon Master reminded her.
    “One, Master.” Her butt stung, but as the heat spread across her ass and down into her pussy, she realized the smack of the strap was not as painful as she had anticipated. Steele had told her he would position each new strike to the outer edge of the one before, and she could feel as he alternated sides that the strikes never overlapped. Shit, he is damn accurate. She gritted her teeth against another stinging thwack.
    By the time he had administered five cracking lashes of the strap, her inflamed ass was red hot as her pussy gushed cream. This is oddly arousing , b ut I wouldn’t want to make a habit of it . By the time nine lashes had been administered and counted out, she knew her butt was red from top to bottom and side to side. “Nine, Master,” she whimpered, “one more, please.” The final strike was delivered along the crack of her butt, the supple tip of the lash just nipping the pouting lips of her throbbing pussy. She screamed as the orgasm that had been building ripped through her system. She moaned her pleasure as each spasm exploded with sizzling intensity from her womb outward through her entire body.
    Steele bent down and released the restraints binding her arms and legs. He picked her up in his arms and strode from the Playroom. “We’re done here. It’s over, baby.”

Chapter Fourteen

    The observers who had been holding their collective breath began to disperse. Trent turned to Paula in time to see her hooded eyes glaze over as her self-induced orgasm rocked through her system, and she withdrew her damp fingers from beneath her short denim skirt. His face hardened as he said, “I don’t believe I gave you permission to come, sub. Did you enjoy your best friend’s pain and humiliation?”
    “No, Master. I’m sorry! I know I didn’t have your permission to come, but I couldn’t help myself.”
    “Couldn’t stop yourself from fingering your pussy to climax? I’m extremely disappointed and disgusted. There will be repercussions, sub.”
    “I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me. I really couldn’t help myself…”
    “To whom are you speaking?” he asked with a thunderous look.
    “I’m sorry, Master. Please forgive me.”
    “I’m not the one you should be apologizing to or who needs to forgive you.”
    Mistress Adrienne and her subs stopped in front of Trent. “It looks like this one needs a good whipping as well, Trent. She’s very disrespectful. Let me know if you need any help with that,” she said as she turned to leave the Playroom, dragging her subs after her. “I think you two need some discipline. What do you think?” She cackled.

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    As they moved to leave, Robbie turned to her husband and said, “Babe, I need a minute to speak to Adrienne—Women’s Club business.”
    “Sure, honey. I’ll see you back in the suite.”
    “Mistress Adrienne, may I please have a moment?” Robbie requested respectfully.
    “What is it, Roberta? I’m in a hurry to give these recalcitrant subs some much-needed attention.”
    “Mistress, Calleigh asked me to request that you meet her in the School Room tomorrow at 11:00 as she desires to experience a paddling from someone with a firmer hand than Steele. She feels that his emotional attachment to her impedes his performance in this area.”
    “Does she? Well I would be happy to show her what a real paddling