Punishing Petra [Locks and Chains 3]

by Sara Kingston

  “Um, doctor, could I also get you to, umm, look at my, umm…” Mrs. Wilson’s eyes dropped to the floor instantly.

  “Anal or vaginal?” His money was on anal.

  “Anal,” she whispered quietly. He felt sympathy for her. After an examination he discovered very slight tearing, nothing that wouldn’t heal itself naturally with some aloe vera gel.

  “Okay, Mrs. Wilson, we’ll see you after the CT scan.” He placed his hand on Mr. Wilson’s back and directed him to the side of the exam room. He pulled out his wallet and took out a card for the club.

  “I expect to see you in the dominant beginner’s classes,” he stated, clearly asking him without words to defy him.

  “You think we could try again after this?”

  “Mr. Wilson, I think you have a beautiful wife, and you both are looking for something more. But I also think you need to become a student before you play with her again. A bare-handed spanking on the ass and toy play with her vagina only for the next two weeks, and before you try anal play again, I want you to obtain an anal training kit, most sex shops sell them. In some cases they’re not needed, but some individuals require their anal muscles to be stretched first and you wife is the type that needs it.” He allowed some sympathy to come through his expression. “I understand you didn’t know, and I believe you will never do this again. Learn and have fun but most of all love her.” Besides, during his Dom training he got to be cropped and so he would get his own back. Mr. Wilson needed to experience that before he asked it from his wife. If Mrs. Wilson didn’t get a tennis bracelet out of this, he would be shocked.

  “Thank you, thank you so much and I will.”

  Caleb walked away, thanking the gods he was in the ER for this case. God, he hoped there was no kidney damage, though. If that was the case, he didn’t think they would ever get back on the horse again. Not to mention the risk to Mrs. Wilson’s life. There really needed to be more doctors who understood these types of injuries. He walked into the break room to see Kyle sitting on the couch eating a sandwich.

  “Some of us have the life, don’t we?” he said as he walked up to the coffee station.

  “Give me a break. I’ve been on a ten hour shift, and this is the first time I’ve gotten to eat something in six hours,” he whined.

  “Want a medal or a chest to pin it on?”

  “You know, I’ve never understood that saying. Anyway, you, me, and Petra are going away this weekend, and before you tell me that you’re not available, I’ve already looked at the rosters and arranged for your on-call shift to be covered, so no excuses.”

  Shit, he dropped his cup and coffee spilled all over the bench. Fuck, fuck, fuck, this was not what he needed. He’d convinced himself to walk away.

  “Um, Kyle, I don’t think that would be a good idea.”

  “What, a wicked weekend with a masochist who’s willing to be our personal sex slave the entire weekend? Yeah, I guess putting it that way, it’s a bad idea.” He stood. “What the fuck, Caleb?”

  “Yeah, okay, so that doesn’t seem so bad, it’s just, you know, it’s the three of us, right?”

  “What, am I suddenly blind and stupid? Yes, I know it’s the three of us. I’m not asking you for forever, man, just a weekend. Well, actually three days, but hey, if it’s such a task, then leave it with me. I’ll happily have Petra as my slave for the entire weekend.”

  “You know, she won’t be able to hold being a slave the entire weekend, right. She’s a submissive, and a great one at that, but a slave she’s not,” he said, still wiping up the spilled coffee.

  “I know, but it’s fun to say it and think it.”

  It was really the concept of Petra being at his complete beck and call, naked and servicing him for two whole days that excited him. No work, no weekend chores, just Petra in a room with his toy box. That made his mind up. “Okay, when do we leave?” Once he’d accepted the decision, the excitement and anticipation started to sing in his veins.

  “Well, as you were such a dick, Petra and I are leaving tomorrow. You can have fun with your hand all weekend.”

  “Fuck off, I’m coming,” he demanded. No way in hell was he going to miss out now. It was just a weekend after all, not a life commitment. There was no fidelity clause, so they could just go away, have a weekend to remember, and then he could come back and go back to his original plan of keeping his distance. It couldn’t make the situation any worse. The annoying little bastard in his head smiled and said, Oh, yes, it could. But he just squashed that prick down.

  “Don’t try and Dom me, bud. But fine, we’re leaving from my place at 3:00 p.m. tomorrow. I couldn’t get either of us off any earlier than that.” Kyle sat back down with a smart-assed smugness all over his face.

  “So whose toy chest are we taking?” Caleb casually asked.

  “I just thought mine.”

  “Fine, but I want to add some toys of my own.” No way was he not going to take his favorites. He would rather go without clothing and his shaving gear.

  “Yeah, I suppose you do have better clamps, not to mention your single tails.”

  “But I don’t have the rope you do. And it would be a good time to do some rope suspension.” They spent the next ten minutes planning what toys they would use and even some of the things they wanted to do with Petra before duty called them away.

  Petra knocked on the door, swallowing her anxiety.

  “Come in.”

  She entered the small room with the taupe walls and colorful abstract artwork. Four comfortable brown leather club chairs were arranged in the center of the room around a central coffee table. When she had first walked into this room two years ago, she had been surprised that a psychologist/sex therapist’s office like Sara’s looked so normal and comfortable.

  “Petra, it’s good to see you.”

  “Yes, it’s been a while.” They saw each other in the club, but in a professional manner they hadn’t seen each other for six months.

  “So what brings you here today?”

  “Well, umm. I’m okay.” Damn, why was she suddenly so tongue-tied? This was Sara. Hell, she would’ve heard it all and then some.

  “Okay, I’m currently dating, well, kind of dating two men.”

  “Singly, or as a unit?”

  “Unit, kind of, well, it’s obvious they’re not permanent ménage guys. But they’re together while they’re dating me. But it seems as though they want me to choose between them. But then Caleb doesn’t, he pushes me toward Kyle, but hell, I don’t know.”

  “So what are you looking for me to help you with?” she asked.

  “I need to know whether I should choose. I know if I give up one, I would be able to keep the other, but if I try for both I risk losing both. It may not work either way, but I just feel inside that I could have a future with them both.”

  “Are they asking you to choose?”

  “No, it’s only early days, but I just don’t know. I’m hopeful. It’s the first time I’ve ever felt such a deep connection. You of anyone, know how I’ve tried with different Doms, but I never felt that need to submit. I have never felt they were worthy of my submission. All these years nothing, and now I have it with two men.”

  “Do your affections lean more heavily to either man?”

  “That’s my problem. I have the same feelings for both, not the same but the same level. I just couldn’t choose. I want them both.”

  “Then you have your answer, don’t you?”

  “I suppose, but how can I get them to accept the situation?”

  “You can’t. A person is either willing and able to adjust and change or not, and you know from the ménages in the club how additional people bring additional problems. You need to have very open communication in ménage relationship. Jealousy is an issue they all faced and some struggled with.”

  “I know. I never would have imagined myself in a permanent ménage before I met them, and now I couldn’t imagine going back. But what do I know? The relationship
may fall flat on its face in a week. It’s so early.” They both chuckled. “The other reason I wanted to see you is I’m writing a new book, and I need some counseling insight.”

  “Honey, for that you could have just asked me for coffee, not on the clock.”

  “You know I like on the clock, that way I don’t feel guilty.”

  “Okay, shoot away.” She outlined the story, thrilled when Sara smiled and became animated. It was going to be a good book.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Kyle clenched his hands around the steering wheel, anxious to get there. So far his plan had gone off without a hitch. He had both Petra and Caleb in the car, and they were all headed to a small cabin in the woods. He’d never been there before and frankly couldn’t give two shits about the area. He had plans to never venture outside the cabin. He’d made sure that the cabin suited their needs, and that’s all that mattered. He had packed food and snacks and of course plenty of water as he planned on working Petra really, really hard. He once again adjusted his cock in his jeans and cursed. What the hell had he been thinking, getting himself all worked up when he still had another two hours to drive and his cock was trapped in the skin-tight confines of his pants? Each bump in the road was like torture. He wondered if he should just unzip his jeans and let his cock out for some relief. Not that he would jack off while driving, that was damn dangerous, but if he could just get a little more room for it to stretch out, that would be great.

  He was brought out of his musings when he heard the sound of a deep sexy voice singing along to the car radio. He looked in the rearview mirror to the backseat. Petra was curled up in the corner with a copy of a book manuscript she’d, in her words, printed out old style so she could do a final proofread before she sent it off to her publisher. She was so lost in her world she didn’t realize she was singing out loud. She actually had a good voice, and he glanced over at Caleb and saw him smiling. He must have realized as well that she was unaware of what she was doing.

  “You know, I thought there’d be no sound better than the siren call from your mouth when you came, little sub, but you have a beautiful singing voice, too,” Kyle called out to her over the sound of her singing.

  “Shit,” she squealed. “Damn, I was singing out loud, wasn’t I?”

  She blushed again, and he thought the sight of her rosy blush would never get old. Now his pants were truly strangling him.

  “Don’t mind us, baby, keep going. We love listening to you,” Caleb replied, and they both waited for her to continue, but she’d stopped, embarrassed.

  “We could always order her to sing,” he said to Caleb sitting next to him in the front seat. “She’s agreed to be our slave, not just our submissive.”

  “You’re right, but before we can do anything, I want us all to talk and agree on how this weekend is to go before we start,” he said to both of them.

  “Agreed,” they replied in unison.

  “Petra, honey, I want to know some of your history,” Caleb asked her.

  She put down her work and sat up higher in the seat. “I think it’s past the time to ask if I have any sexually transmitted infections. Besides, you have the reports from the auction night,” she said, chuckling at her own spunk.

  This was a Petra he hadn’t seen before, defiant and cheeky, and he liked it.

  “That’s not what I want to know,” Caleb replied, his voice heating with frustration.

  “Please don’t ask me for how many men I’ve slept with. Personally I find it juvenile to ask for a number, and to be honest I don’t keep count. That’s classless.”

  Damn, she was going to get herself so punished if she continued in that tone. They really needed to come up with a punishment system for her before she became a bratty sub. He didn’t want her being able to manipulate them for her own needs and push the line just to get punished.

  “Aren’t we the prim and proper one? As she’s just agreed to be our sex slave for the next two days, I wouldn’t have thought a sex toy would think it was better than us,” Caleb drawled with a smirk on his face. He was getting pissed, so he decided to sit back and let them verbally duke it out. Either way he knew he and Caleb would be the winners in the end.

  “Oh! Are you going to punish me, Master?” she said with a hopeful tone to her voice.

  “I’ll give you punishment. I won’t let you come all weekend and then we’ll see who’s laughing,” Caleb said with a hint of Dom steel in his tone.

  Kyle looked in the rearview mirror again, feeling like he was watching a game of tennis as his head went from the road to Caleb to the road to the mirror and back. Petra’s face lost every bit of bravado, and she paled as she realized she could actually get a punishment she didn’t want.

  “I’m so sorry, Master. What would you like to know? I’d love to tell you anything you want to know, my Masters.” She gasped desperately.

  Well, that just gave away their first important clue in deciding on her punishment system. Normally it would be spanking and flogging, but for Petra that would be a reward. But orgasm denial was her Achilles’ heel and at the moment seemed to be the most effective punishment for her.

  “Well, now that’s the way I like my submissive to be when they’ve been naughty. Begging for forgiveness and begging to obey their Master.” Caleb smiled the kind of smile that only a Dom could when he’d conquered his submissive.

  “Now tell me about your past history and submissive training, Petra,” Caleb commanded in his deep and powerfully Dom voice.

  “Yes, Master. I have been an active member of the lifestyle for the past five years. Before that I played and acted, but I wasn’t committed to the lifestyle.”

  “Have you ever been a slave?” he asked, not waiting for Caleb.

  “Yes, I served a six-month contract.”

  “Why didn’t you continue down the slave path?” Caleb asked.

  “I was offered a further six-month contract with that Master, but chose to decline it. I find the slave life not to my liking. That said I’m a submissive to the core, but I like having control of my life outside of the bedroom.”

  He understood what she was saying. She was way too strong and opinionated to be a slave. From the little he’d seen of slaves, they had a need and a desire to give up full control to their Masters. Whilst they were still strong people, they weren’t control junkies and liked not to have to make decisions in their lives.

  “Who was your Master?”

  He was thankful that Caleb asked before he had to. He needed to know if this master would be a problem in the future.

  “Umm, is that a necessary question?”

  Now it goddamn was. It was way more important than food or water at this moment.

  “Yes,” both he and Caleb hollered at the same time.

  “Well, umm, you have to understand that I’m still very good friends with this Dom, and I won’t allow either of you to affect that friendship. There’s nothing romantic going on between us, but I have a great deal of respect for him, and well…”

  “Little sub, tell us who this Dom is now!” He would pull the car over right now and not go any further unless she told him. Hell, he was glad she was experienced and didn’t begrudge her for her past lovers. But a slave/Dom relationship was deep and left its mark. That this Dom wanted more said a lot, even more so when he knew she’d rejected his offer of another term.

  “Master Craig Blackwell,” she whispered.

  “Fuck!” he yelled as he hit the steering wheel with his fist. He heard Caleb’s call of “Shit!” and he looked over and saw the jealous, possessive expression on his face. A look he was sure was mirrored on his own face. They were so fucked right now. His possessiveness level for Petra just went up a notch, hell, not just a notch. It skyrocketed, and by Caleb’s look, he was sure he felt the same.

  “So let me get this straight. You were Master Craig Blackwell’s slave for six months, and he, the man who never offers a second contract, offered you another one, and you knocked him back.”


  “Yes.”

  Kyle saw the fear in her eyes in the mirror, and it helped take the edge off his anger. He wasn’t angry with her, it was more at himself for not knowing. “You must be extraordinarily well trained then, as Craig never does anything half assed,” he stated while trying not to think about how she had been trained so well.

  Caleb had never wanted to choke the life out of one of his best friends more than he did right now. Why the hell had Craig not told him, that sneaky fucking prick. Hell, he didn’t have an issue with Craig having fucked her. He’d shared many women with Craig in the past. He’d even had some of Craig’s slaves for punishment and pleasure. Hell, to be one of Craig’s women proved that not only was she special to him and obviously Kyle, she was special in the club. But he’d never heard of a slave rejecting an offer from Craig Blackwell, and that news would have spread like wildfire.

  “Why haven’t I ever heard of this before? We all know you would’ve been the talk of the club,” he said. She would carry the badge around with her forever. She’d be queen of all the subs.

  “I don’t believe in spreading gossip, and I have no desire to be the talk of the club either.” Discretion and class, the woman had it in spades. She may actually be better than him. She may actually be too good for him. He didn’t like that thought. He wanted her and was going to have her only for this weekend, and then he was walking away and leaving her to Kyle.

  “I would ask that you don’t mention this to anyone please. This was between Master Craig and myself, and I want it to remain private. Just as it has for the past couple of years,” she said.

  “Of course, little sub, we won’t abuse your trust,” Kyle answered.