You Said Forever (Club Decadence)

by Maddie Taylor

  Can you take the gag out so I can talk to her Cap?”

  “It’s not only the deceit that bothers me but the disregard for Regan’s health both physical and mental. There’s also her total neglect for her own safety. Remember the night she went missing? If that didn’t give you a reason to come clean, Megan, why now?”

  “I just couldn’t stand it anymore.” Megan broke down, sobbing her shame and regret. “She is so sad she is breaking my heart. And after the break-in last night, having her live over the shop all alone, well, I had to talk to someone about my suspicions so I told Tony. I’m sorry Rick, truly sorry. I have been a selfish bitch and have earned whatever punishment you think I deserve.”

  “Hm,” Rick grunted. She sounded a lot like Regan but he wasn’t ready to forgive her just yet. He paced in silence for a few minutes trying to decide the best course of action. He would stop and run his long fingers through his hair, then resume pacing. Finally, he turned to them. “I did some quick calculations in my head and came up with a total of 203 days, Tony. That’s how long it’s been since Megan found out my wife was going to a fertility clinic and said nothing. 203 days since Regan found out and kept it a secret from her husband. Two hundred and three days since my life turned into a damned three-ring circus. I think a fitting punishment is a swat for each day these subs have lied by omission.”

  Megan squeaked and started shaking her head.

  “No, please, I couldn’t stand that many!” Megan sent a pleading look to Tony her very strict Dom, imploring him to intercede. She had no idea that Rick was a worse sadist than her husband.

  “Quiet, sub. You will trust your husband to take care of you.” He made this declaration then promptly popped the red rubber ball back in her mouth. “Now, be still while the Doms negotiate your punishment.”

  “I was going to say, before your brat interrupted, that I am willing to spread the punishment out over several sessions considering her condition. Don’t you think Cap?”

  “Agreed, my friend. However, the little minx lied to me too so we should really double it.” He felt Megan’s squirming, and she began shaking her head no and whimpering behind the gag. He let her think about such a severe punishment, one that even a masochist of her class would be concerned about. After stewing for a few minutes, Tony had mercy on his pregnant wife and looked over at a smirking Rick who knew exactly what kind of mind-fuck Tony was playing with his naughty sub.

  “Let’s round it to a nice even number, say 200? Then we can give fifty per session for the next four weeks, yeah? And don’t worry about the pregnancy. I spoke to her OB/GYN who is also a D/s friendly Domme. She says as long as I restrict discipline to her ass and thighs and protect her abdomen, we can continue with business as usual. Now, if you agree to the terms, would you be so kind as to pick out three implements from the closet while I get her in position?” Tony said this for both Rick and Megan’s benefit. She needed to know that Rick was being allowed to select the implements but still understand that Tony was directing his actions proving that he remained firmly in charge of her punishment, and still in control of her.

  Tony flipped a tearful Megan over placing her in a kneeling position on the edge of the bed. With her chest and head resting against the bed, he cushioned her distended belly in a bed of pillows leaving her ass high in the air and ready for her chastisement. Tony slowly stroked a hand down her back and cupped a full ass cheek gently, then squeezed.

  “Can you be a good girl for me so I can take this gag out?”

  Megan nodded and met his eyes as he leaned down to look at her face. He unbuckled the strap and removed it completely this time.

  “Captain, you weren’t really considering giving me 400 strokes were you?”

  Tony just quirked a brow at her and waited to see if she would dig a bigger hole for herself. She quickly realized her error. “I know you will always give me what I need, not necessarily what I want. I really am sorry, Master. I was selfishly wrapped up in my own drama so much that I neglected everyone and everything else.” Megan rarely used the honorific of Master. Tony preferred her special use of Captain or Sir. It seemed to work in this situation though. He knew she was suitably remorseful for withholding this information from her Dom, and gave her a small smile of reassurance.

  “I know you are, Angel. This lesson will serve as an excellent reminder so that nothing of this sort will ever happen again, yeah?”

  “Yes, Master. I promise.” She cried pitifully. Tony wiped her face again, removing sweat, drool and tears.

  “Shh. All will be forgiven.”

  Tony kissed her cheek and rose allowing her to see the implements Rick had selected for her punishment. She sucked in a breath as she saw the cane in his hand. Tony patted her ass lightly as he watched her bite her lower lip to prevent any protest from escaping. He was proud of her reserve.

  “Good girl. No more talking during your punishment unless you are asked a direct question.”

  Rick dropped the clear Lexan paddle, the tawse and the evil rattan cane on the bed next to her. He dropped them one at a time, clearly declaring the number earned with each implement. “Thirty with the paddle, fifteen with the tawse, and I will give the final five which will be with the cane.”

  Megan groaned at Rick’s verdict and Tony’s next statement didn’t provide her with any comfort. “Yeah, Angel, I know you hate the cane. Remember that this is a real punishment. There is no way your sore butt is going to let you forget how to behave and be honest with your husband ever again. Now, we begin.”

  He took up the paddle as Rick moved to the side but remained within Megan’s line of sight. Both Doms were experts in the mind-fuck game. For Megan to be able to see him, the offended party, witnessing her punishment would enhance the experience for the little sub and help to drive the message home. For Rick, witnessing the severity of her punishment would help him get past any resentment or anger that might otherwise linger putting closure to the incident. Rick took up a wide legged stance, his big arms crossed over his broad chest and gazed intently into the face of the errant sub. It was the ultimate dominant position.

  Before beginning, Tony lowered he skimpy panties to her knees. “A punishment for an offense of this magnitude can only be administered on a bare ass, Angel.” Then, without a warm up, Tony set her butt ablaze with the Lexan paddle. The thin paddle provided little impact but delivered a lot of sting. Tony set a moderate pace, moving the paddle up one cheek and then covering the other with searing swats. He paused halfway through to caress her skin, his experienced hand testing the warmth of her skin, his eyes searching for bruising. He was pleased that there was none. He leaned in until he could see her face, stroking her hair gently assessing her for excessive stress or anxiety.

  “Ready to continue, Angel?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Ok, let’s finish with the paddle. I forgot to mention that since this is a real punishment, I’ll allow a safeword of yellow, baby, but no red tonight. You will endure this full punishment. If you need to slow down or rest, we will but you will receive every stroke. Understand?”

  “Yes, Captain. I know I deserve every stroke. I am so sorry Rick.”

  “I know you are, Megan.” As Tony moved back into position, Rick leaned over and pressed a brotherly kiss upon her forehead. “I love you, honey. And you are forgiven. My expectation is that you remember this lesson and won’t allow a repeat of this in the future.”

  “Never, Sir.”

  Without another word, Tony resumed the paddling. After the thirtieth stroke was delivered, he caressed her inflamed cheeks. Her entire ass had turned a nice rosy color. He allowed a few minutes for her to recover and prepare for the next round. During this time he chatted innocuously with Rick.

  “An excellent little paddle you got there, Cap. She didn’t bruise at all.”

  “Yep and never has. Her naughty little butt has taken more without a single bruise. She says it stings at the time and then burns for hours afterwards. It’s a linge
ring effect, which I consider to be an added benefit. But since its lightweight, the impact is minimal and she is recovered usually by the next day. Too bad that won’t be the case this time, especially after round two.”

  Megan waited patiently, knowing better to complain but she was ready to continue and get this over with. Hearing them talk about her butt so clinically was weird but it made the entire scene feel less personal even though she knelt naked and exposed. It was a relief and she wondered if Tony hadn’t done it on purpose. He was a true Master, so she suspected every word he spoke was specifically selected for her benefit.

  “Where are we, Megan?”

  “Green, Captain.”

  “Excellent. The tawse will now be applied to your sit spots and thighs, Megan. This won’t be as easy as the paddle. Rick selected the application of these instruments for increasing intensity. You will remember this punishment every time you sit down for the next few days. Are you ready to continue?”

  “Yes, Captain. I accept your punishment and beg your forgiveness.” She awaited the first blow apprehensively. She hated the tawse.

  “Good girl.” He reassured her and she watched him pick up the leather tawse. Both men heard her swallow in the quiet room. The worn leather strap Rick had selected was two inches wide with two thongs and aside from the cane was one of Megan’s least favorite implements. Figures Rick would pick out the most hated weapons in Tony’s arsenal. The sting of the tawse was quite severe, like a hundred bee stings. It was also an impact instrument and gave a thud even with the well-regulated blows Tony was applying. She could be feel it deep beneath the skin and knew her muscles would be sore and her bottom would burn like fire long after her punishment was over. She couldn’t imagine what she would feel after receiving the paddle, tawse and cane all in one session.

  Tony watched her butt carefully, she had tolerated the paddling well and was only at a light rosy hue. He knew that would change with the tawse. It tended to leave some bruises on her pale skin, so he rarely used it. But this was about discipline and correction, not pleasure. He guessed if he were to check, his little Angel would be as dry as a desert. She usually responded to the pleasure/pain of any kind of spanking with a soaked pussy and was ready to be come when they finished. Tonight she was racked with guilt and remorse, these emotions and the humiliation of getting a real punishment in front of her brother-in-law were overriding her usual erotic pain response. Tony would have to watch carefully because in her guilt he doubted his naughty masochist would safeword, no matter what.

  “Let’s continue,” was Tony’s only warning before the tawse began to rain down in steady strokes. The leather striking the area between her lower buttocks and upper thighs turned her skin quickly to a deep red hue. Tony applied these at gradually increasing increments so that by the final five she was experiencing the full effect a tawse can deliver. Despite her cries, she didn’t utter a word or ask him to stop, she accepted the pain as her due and the round of fifteen finished fairly quickly. His hand checked her after each five swats for heat, bruising, or broken skin and was pleased that no stroke had come close to damaging her beautiful skin.

  “Color?”

  “Green, Sir,” Megan forced out the words between shuddering huffs of breath and her sobs.

  “You’re certain? Do you need a break?”

  “No, Sir. Please, I’d like to get it over with.”

  “I’m sure you do baby, but this isn’t a race.” Tony scolded then stepped to the nightstand and picked up some oil. He gently massaged it into her tender butt and sit spots paying special attention to the few welts on her thighs. After about five minutes of massage he stopped and picked up the cane from the bed. Trusting his cherished wife to the care of his best friend, he handed the wicked rod to Rick who quickly moved to her side.

  “I’ve got to say I’m impressed, Cap. She’s taken forty-five pretty hard strokes without complaint.”

  “She’s had a lot of practice in the past year although this is a lot more intense than the usual paddles and floggers we use. I think she’s ready to continue, at least twenty second intervals, Rick.”

  Rick could tell this was hard on his friend. He knew he was worried about her pregnancy despite the reassurance of the doctor so he wasn’t insulted by his old trainer’s remark. This wasn’t his first time with the cane although he very rarely used it on Regan. It was a harsh implement and could cause serious injury from an untrained hand. Tony had long ago taught Rick its appropriate use as both an erotic and punishment tool. The cane stroke when delivered caused an initial sting followed by an intense burning sensation if applied with slow deliberate strokes. That was the goal for pleasure seekers. Applied too rapidly and the nerve endings and skin couldn’t respond with the deep burning pleasure, only the pain. The rattan cane Rick had selected was of moderate width so it provided a thuddy sensation upon impact. He purposefully selected this type of cane over a thinner, whippy cane because he wanted to teach his sister-in-law a lesson, not break her skin or cause her harm.

  “Five strokes and you’re all done, honey.” Rick looked at Tony who nodded his approval before beginning. “For this week that is.” He was surprised that he felt a little lightening of his heart as he delivered the punishing strokes to Megan’s flaming rear. At least, he had a motive for Regan’s recent actions. He released a small chuckle when he heard Megan groan as she remembered this would be repeated three more times in the coming weeks.

  Not wanting to prolong her torture, he quickly began, hearing Megan’s sharply inhaled breaths and yelp with the first stroke. Once he applied all five strokes, he stepped back and let her Dom move in to provide aftercare. As Tony released her from her bonds, Rick gathered the punishment implements and returned them to the designated area of the armoire for cleaning. That was usually the subs task. Yes, it was a little emotional twist that most Doms employed. The irony of a sub cleaning her own instrument of punishment wasn’t lost on him. When he turned back he saw a penitent submissive being comforted and cuddled in a soft blanket by her loving Dom.

  “I’m off to have a similar conversation with my wayward wife. I predict next Friday evening, there will be two very sorry subbies repeating this scene,” Rick predicted.

  “You mean you’ll do the same with Regan?”

  Rick laughed ruefully, “Yes, little sister, but she’ll be lucky to get off so easy.”

  Megan choked “Easy?” Tony laughed as he pulled his worried sub closer. “You know he won’t ever let any real harm come to her, Angel.”

  Megan nodded as she thought about what a loving a relationship Rick had with her sister until the drama of the past few months crept up on them. Marriage, it really took a lot of hard work. Smiling wanly she showed she forgave his involvement in her punishment by reminding him, “Love you, Rick.”

  “Back at you, Meg.” And he was out the door.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Regan poured herself another glass of wine, her fourth. She was home again. After the meeting at Rossi, Rick had dropped her there with a warning to stay out of trouble and then gone back to work. She had no car and Rick had ordered her not to leave the house. Where did he think she’d go? She didn’t even have her cell phone, having lost it in the chaos of the last twenty-four hours. She felt like a prisoner in solitary confinement. Yeah, old warden Spencer probably wouldn’t like her afternoon wine tasting, but she didn’t really care. She giggled as she defiantly sipped more of her wine. Considering the mess her life had become recently, if anyone deserved a drink, it was she.

  Her new tabby cat meowed as she climbed into Regan’s lap, purring and begging for attention. At least she had her for company. The front door slamming startled her cat that clawed her bare leg as she flew out of her arms. Dabbing at the bloody scratch with her cloth napkin, she looked up to see her angry man stalking into the living room.

  “Dammit Regan. You forgot to activate the security system. The only reason we don’t assign a man to you at home is because of the security s
ystem. I could have been a thief, a rapist or a murderer for all you knew.”

  Regan giggled “I thought the prison guard was on duty outside. ‘Sides, rapists and murders don’t usually just drive up to the front of a house in broad daylight and walk in the front door. Do they, Bear?” Having gathered her frightened cat, she poured herself more wine then giggled as she plopped back on the couch, cuddling the timid creature in her arms.

  “Shows what you know about murderers, thieves and rapists.” He noticed her incessant giggles then and demanded, “Are you drunk?”

  “Yep.”

  “It’s only 2 o’clock in the afternoon.”

  “Yeah but it’s 5 o’clock somewhere.” She thought that was hilarious and laughed uproariously by herself before she took another slurp of wine from her glass. Still giggling she looked way, way up at her husband as he moved in close and stared down at her as the cat pawed at her thighs attempting to make a place for a nap.

  “Is that your cat?”

  “Yep. Would you like to pet my pussy?” Again she giggled hysterically at the crude joke until the cat jumped down, disturbed from all the noise and jostling. “Oops, too late. You snoozed so you losed.” Suddenly she frowned up at him. “Can you sit down, Bear? You’re hurting my neck being so tall and looking so scary.” A little burp slipped out involuntarily and she started giggling again. “E-scuse me.”