Now he was thinking it wasn’t such a good idea to have gone commando.
She returned to her kneeling position without being prompted.
“I think it’s time we beat our little submissive,” Rafael said.
* * * *
Her reward for giving Master Eric head was a beating? What the hell… “Sir?”
“Lead the way to the playroom,” Master Rafael ordered. “I want to watch your ass sway as you crawl. Make me enjoy the view.”
These two men were erotic connoisseurs.
Not for the first time, she wondered if she’d survive the experience. Feeling her face heat, she started towards the back of the house.
“Work it,” Master Rafael snapped.
He added a smart smack to her left buttock.
She winced. The man didn’t give light slaps.
More embarrassed than she’d ever been, she exaggerated the side-to-side motion of her hips and breasts as she crawled into the playroom.
“Nice. I can’t wait to fuck you again.”
She couldn’t wait, either. Feeling greedy, she wanted more.
Once she was in the playroom, she knelt up and waited for further instructions.
“On the cross,” he told her. “Facing it this time.”
“Yes, Sir.” Knowing she was here to be beaten, she found the structure a bit more intimidating than she had earlier.
She lifted her arms and spread her legs as far as they would go. Obviously that wasn’t good enough for Master Rafael. He used his booted foot to move her leg towards the outside of the cross.
Master Eric secured her wrists while Master Rafael restrained her ankles.
Master Rafael moved to the other side of the structure. With his thumb and forefinger, he captured her chin. She already knew this meant he was very serious and wanted her to understand exactly what he was saying.
“You’re not being punished,” Master Rafael explained. “This is your first exploration of what subspace might be like. It’s doubtful you’ll orgasm, but if you do, there will be no retribution. Don’t fight it. You won’t be gagged, so if there’s something more you want, ask for it. If you’re in real pain, let me know. Master Eric will watch you.”
She cleared her throat. She was trying to be brave. After all, this was why she’d travelled eight hundred miles. “I understand, Sir.”
“Are you scared?”
“More nervous than scared, Sir.” she admitted.
“You’ve been punished, hard. Was it more than you could bear?”
“No. No, Sir, it wasn’t.”
“This will not be close to what you’ve already endured.”
“Then let’s get on with it, Sir.”
He grinned, making him seem way less threatening. “That’s my girl.”
The approval in his dark brown eyes nearly undid her. She wanted to please this man.
“When I find something I think works, I will keep the location and force of the blows essentially unchanged. I’ll be beating your shoulders, back and buttocks. I want you to relax and let go. Any questions?”
“I trust you, Sir.”
Despite the fear uncurling in her stomach, she trusted him. Everything he promised to do, he did. He told her what to expect. He hadn’t taken her past where she could go.
“I’m going to start with my hand. Once I have your blood flowing a bit, I’ll switch to the flogger. I’ll begin with a few different, but light strokes.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He squeezed her chin.. Still holding her, he swept his forefinger across her cheek. She turned her head into his touch. He smiled before releasing her.
Master Eric took his place.
She imagined Master Rafael was selecting a flogger from the pegboard. His playroom intimidated her. She didn’t recognise all the things hanging from the walls. And God only knew what he had in the cupboards and drawers.
The sound of his footfall told her he’d returned.
He skimmed his fingers down her spine.
Her skin felt dewy from perspiration, despite the cool night air, so she knew it was a betrayal of nerves, nothing else.
As he continued to stroke her, she began to relax.
“I’d like you to
She returned to her kneeling position without being prompted.
“I think it’s time we beat our little submissive,” Rafael said.
* * * *
Her reward for giving Master Eric head was a beating? What the hell… “Sir?”
“Lead the way to the playroom,” Master Rafael ordered. “I want to watch your ass sway as you crawl. Make me enjoy the view.”
These two men were erotic connoisseurs.
Not for the first time, she wondered if she’d survive the experience. Feeling her face heat, she started towards the back of the house.
“Work it,” Master Rafael snapped.
He added a smart smack to her left buttock.
She winced. The man didn’t give light slaps.
More embarrassed than she’d ever been, she exaggerated the side-to-side motion of her hips and breasts as she crawled into the playroom.
“Nice. I can’t wait to fuck you again.”
She couldn’t wait, either. Feeling greedy, she wanted more.
Once she was in the playroom, she knelt up and waited for further instructions.
“On the cross,” he told her. “Facing it this time.”
“Yes, Sir.” Knowing she was here to be beaten, she found the structure a bit more intimidating than she had earlier.
She lifted her arms and spread her legs as far as they would go. Obviously that wasn’t good enough for Master Rafael. He used his booted foot to move her leg towards the outside of the cross.
Master Eric secured her wrists while Master Rafael restrained her ankles.
Master Rafael moved to the other side of the structure. With his thumb and forefinger, he captured her chin. She already knew this meant he was very serious and wanted her to understand exactly what he was saying.
“You’re not being punished,” Master Rafael explained. “This is your first exploration of what subspace might be like. It’s doubtful you’ll orgasm, but if you do, there will be no retribution. Don’t fight it. You won’t be gagged, so if there’s something more you want, ask for it. If you’re in real pain, let me know. Master Eric will watch you.”
She cleared her throat. She was trying to be brave. After all, this was why she’d travelled eight hundred miles. “I understand, Sir.”
“Are you scared?”
“More nervous than scared, Sir.” she admitted.
“You’ve been punished, hard. Was it more than you could bear?”
“No. No, Sir, it wasn’t.”
“This will not be close to what you’ve already endured.”
“Then let’s get on with it, Sir.”
He grinned, making him seem way less threatening. “That’s my girl.”
The approval in his dark brown eyes nearly undid her. She wanted to please this man.
“When I find something I think works, I will keep the location and force of the blows essentially unchanged. I’ll be beating your shoulders, back and buttocks. I want you to relax and let go. Any questions?”
“I trust you, Sir.”
Despite the fear uncurling in her stomach, she trusted him. Everything he promised to do, he did. He told her what to expect. He hadn’t taken her past where she could go.
“I’m going to start with my hand. Once I have your blood flowing a bit, I’ll switch to the flogger. I’ll begin with a few different, but light strokes.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He squeezed her chin.. Still holding her, he swept his forefinger across her cheek. She turned her head into his touch. He smiled before releasing her.
Master Eric took his place.
She imagined Master Rafael was selecting a flogger from the pegboard. His playroom intimidated her. She didn’t recognise all the things hanging from the walls. And God only knew what he had in the cupboards and drawers.
The sound of his footfall told her he’d returned.
He skimmed his fingers down her spine.
Her skin felt dewy from perspiration, despite the cool night air, so she knew it was a betrayal of nerves, nothing else.
As he continued to stroke her, she began to relax.
“I’d like you to
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