“What’s the difference?” Honor stared at them, wondering if Gideon, or Ryker, had tried using each of the boards on a submissive.
“The difference is in what it covers,” Ryker said. “The shorter ones stay in one area, obviously. The longer ones will strike both cheeks at the same time.”
Honor stared at them, then pointed to a thin round one and a thin long one.
“Choose one that’s thicker,” Gideon said. “It matters not if it’s the round one or the longer one, but one needs to be thick.”
“I don’t want a thick one.”
“Very well, I’ll choose the longer, thicker one. Ryker will use the round one, and he’ll start off. You need to go and bend over the stone table.”
“Can’t we do this tomorrow?” Honor felt like her system had been overloaded. First, the afternoon session in Gideon’s office, then the stocks and the dime. And now the spanking.
“No,” Gideon said. “Remember this is a crash course, and we still have quite a bit to do, not the least of which is taking your ass cherry. We’ll do that tomorrow night.”
Honor shivered, hugging herself. “I thought we were going with the idea that I was a novice who wanted to learn new things.”
“We are,” Ryker said. “But Paragon’s has a strict rule about subs not being too new to the lifestyle. I told Bruce Sawyer you were experienced. That’s the only way he would agree to the undercover idea. We have to keep up that ruse, or we’re sunk.”
Honor nodded, then closed her eyes in pleasure when Gideon caressed her cheek. “Don’t worry. Ryker will fuck your ass first. He’s much gentler than I am. Now, go and bend over the table.”
The stone was cold under her skin, and she supposed it added to the excitement of a ‘scene’. She tried, and failed, to relax.
“We’re going to deliver a few swats to each cheek to warm you up a bit,” Gideon said. “These won’t be hard. We’ll deliver them with enough force to tingle. When the actual spanking starts, you will count. No need to say thank you or mention names. Just numbers will do for now. It is your responsibility to keep track of the number. Fifteen from Ryker. Fifteen from me.”
Honor nodded, and when Ryker slapped one cheek, and Gideon the other, she didn’t cry out. They alternated swats, slapping her with the palms of their hands. Her buttocks felt warm, and the tingly feeling shot through her body.
Would this produce the much-anticipated orgasm? She hoped so, but somehow she doubted it. When Gideon moved away and she felt the paddle on her backside she tensed.
“Don’t do that,” Gideon said. “The pain will be worse. You need to relax.”
“I don’t think I can,” she said softly.
“You can, and you will,” Gideon said. “Each time you clench your buttocks we’ll add five strokes each.”
Honor tried to stand but Ryker’s hand kept her pressed to the table. “That is so unfair.”
“You get five more each for that little outburst,” Ryker said. “You need to learn to obey, and not talk back. That is the first thing that will give us away.”
“Yes, Master Ryker.”
“Good girl. Now, let’s start.”
Honor tried to relax. She closed her eyes and waited for the first swat. Ryker rubbed the paddle against her bottom; then he moved it away before coming down again. The swat wasn’t hard, and she counted it as Master O had told her to. She did the same with the second, the third, and the fourth. When he delivered the fifth one, the intensity of the swats increased, and she clenched.
“Five more,” Gideon said. “Remember not to do that.”
“Cut me some slack,” she said to Gideon as Ryker delivered three more swats. “Ouch. Ouch. Six. Seven. Eight. Ouch.”
She grimaced when Gideon took a handful of hair and bent to her, pulling her face close to his own. “You do not give me orders; do you understand?”
“I just –” The paddle came down and she groaned. “Nine.”
“Do you understand? The only words that will come out of your mouth until we are finished are numbers. Anything else and we will add swats.”
She nodded as their gazes held. He released her hair and her head dropped. The paddle came down again and again, but she kept up with the counting. When they finished Ryker’s twenty-five, her behind throbbed, and there were tears in her eyes.
Honor knew, though, that Gideon’s spanking would be much harsher than Ryker’s. Ryker had kept the paddle on her buttocks, alternating between the cheeks. She wondered if Gideon would keep it on her fleshy skin, or if he’d move the paddle down to her thighs. Heaven had told her in great detail once about a Dom who had whipped her with a cane on her thighs. She’d been too shocked to do more than stare at her sister at the time. Now, though, she understood why Heaven would remember it.
The pain had been intense, and while it had hurt, the experience had been stimulating. Some of the swats had shot straight to her pussy and stirred feelings Honor hoped they could build on. Maybe Gideon was right, and it was okay to like the pain.
She waited for him to begin, and when he didn’t start right away, she started to squirm.
“May I stand up for a little while?”
“No,” Gideon said. “I’m just letting the feelings from that one fade a bit. Plus, I want you to relax more. Trust me when I say that whippings hurt worse when you’re tense, and mine are harder than Ryker’s.”
“So, you’re doing it for me?”
He snorted out a laugh. “Asking questions and being smart mouthed is fine, for now. If you were truly my sub you would be punished for that remark. As it is, I’m willing to overlook it. This time. Don’t let it happen again.”
“Yes, Sir.” His cool tone of voice made her shiver. She knew Gideon was holding himself back right now, but wondered exactly how long it would last. Would he show her his true colors here, or wait until they were at Paragon’s?
The room remained silent for a few more minutes. When he moved behind her, her breath caught in her throat. She mentally repeated his instruction to relax, then laid the palms of her hands down on the table.
“I love watching Gideon whip a woman,” Ryker said. “Would you like to know why?”
She turned her gaze to him. “Yes, Sir.”
“Because he’s unpredictable. You think he’s going to spank her just a little bit, or follow the agreed-upon method, but he doesn’t. I love to watch her reaction jealously and to see him at work.”
The paddle came down and Honor yelled out. It came down again and again, without giving her time to count the strokes. She kicked out her feet in protest, yelling that it wasn’t fair, that she wasn’t ready.
“You’ve had more than enough time,” Gideon said as the paddle landed over and over.
Her behind was on fire, the pain shooting through her like nothing she’d ever felt before. She continued to squirm and had given up the idea of counting, of trying to keep track of the number of swats.
Ryker had warned her, but she hadn’t had time to renegotiate. The paddle strikes moved to her thighs.
“No! Ouch, no!” How could one man be so strong? How could he hold her with one hand and wield a huge paddle with the other with such accuracy and such force? She knew there had been more than thirty swats, but she also knew she’d been tensed up, and according to his first rule the more she tensed, the longer, and harder, he spanked. She was sure he’d delivered at least fifty swats, spanking her harder with each one.
No, not spanking her, whipping her. For that’s what this was, a whipping. She knew she would feel it tomorrow, and she wondered if it would leave strike marks on her bottom. She was crying fully when he stopped and rubbed the wood against her fiery cheeks.
“Now, have we heard the last of your smart mouth?”
“Yes, Sir.”
The paddle came down again and again and again.
“Are you going to behave and do as you’re told?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He delivered ten hard swats. Five to he
r buttocks and five to her thighs.
“Do you belong to Master Ryker and me?”
The idea of ‘belonging’ to them was foreign to her, but it made her feel warm inside. Even if it was just for this weekend, even if this was just for them to pull off a united front at Paragon’s, the idea was thrilling.
“Yes, Sir.”
He rubbed the wood against her buttocks.
“Very good. What shall we name her, Ryker? I think ‘Slick’. Do you have another suggestion?”
Name me? I already have a name. Even as she processed the idea of being renamed by her two Masters she remained silent.
“No,” Ryker replied. “I think ‘Slick’ is perfect.”
“Very well,” Gideon said. “Tomorrow night we’ll claim you, and give you a collar, Slick. Then we’ll start on our adventure together.”
When he moved away from the table, she started to stand. But Ryker came up next to her, stroking her back. “Stay there for a while, just let your whipping soak in.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Her crying was under control now, but her cheeks were still wet with her tears. She took several deep breaths to steady herself, then stood. This time they didn’t stop her. They were both still fully clothed and she sniffled a little. Ryker smiled at her, and Gideon gave her a look that made her toes curl.
“On your knees,” Gideon said. “Serve your Masters.”
She knelt down and swallowed hard when they undid their pants and pulled out their cocks. Ryker’s was long and thin; Gideon’s just a little shorter and much thicker. She remembered sucking them that afternoon while she’d been blindfolded. She’d tried to guess which was which, but had given up after a while. Now she knew.
They stepped toward her and she took Ryker first, sucking him in deeply as Gideon stroked her hair.
“Play with your clit,” Gideon said. “Keep the stimulation hard on it, hard and steady.”
The little bundle of nerves was hard, and she moaned as she stroked herself. She could feel the stirrings of sensation, the pleasure rising and falling as she stroked.
After a few minutes, Ryker pulled away and Gideon took his place, fisting his hands in her hair and moving her head back and forth. She sucked him hard as her hand continued to work on herself. Would this be it? Would she come now? It certainly felt as if something was building, but she wasn’t sure she could bring it to the forefront or not.
Stop thinking about it, Honor! Stop thinking, just do it.
Gideon released her hair and pulled back from her. She turned to Ryker and was surprised to see he was now naked. She watched him sheath his cock in a condom.
“On all fours,” he said, his voice rough with passion. She did as he asked and he mounted her quickly, sliding inside her in quick, even strokes.
“She’s so wet and so tight.” He fucked her with long, fluid movements, rocking into her as Gideon’s fingers began to stroke her clit.
“Close your eyes and relax,” Ryker said. “Just relax and enjoy it. Does it feel good?”
“Yes, Sir,” she said. “I think I’m close.”
“Don’t think,” Gideon said, his fingers pressing harder on her clit. “Just feel.”
She turned her head enough to see Gideon had shed his clothes too. His cock stood hard and ready for her, and she wanted to take him in her mouth while Ryker pounded into her from behind.
Ryker slammed into her harder, and within seconds she felt him stiffen and knew he was coming. He grabbed her shoulders and pounded into her, the thrusts sending her aching bottom cheeks jiggling. It was painful, true, but it felt incredible. She tightened herself around him, hoping to increase his feelings, and praying the combination of Ryker’s thrusts, and Gideon’s fingers, would send her over the edge.
When it didn’t, she cried out in dismay.
“It’s all right, Slick,” Gideon said, his voice gentle. “This isn’t a race. We’ll get there.”
She nodded, her voice catching in her throat. He stood and sheathed himself, moving behind her to take Ryker’s place.
“Put your shoulders down,” he said. Gideon knelt behind her, mounting her with his feet planted on the ground, his knees bent. He pushed on her back so her butt was high in the air. He grabbed her hips and thrust into her hard, making her moan in pleasure.
Ryker’s hands now worked her clit as Gideon’s stroked her hips, and then he moved back to grab her aching buttocks. She whispered a soft, “no,” right before a loud groan of pleasure released from her throat. It felt so good, and it felt as if the promise of an orgasm was on the rise again.
Gideon fucked her in long, hard strokes, his cock pounding into her in almost painful jabs that sent intense feelings of passion through her. She knew he was holding back, trying to give her time to come before he did. She also knew it wasn’t going to happen.
Her feelings were intense, true, but she didn’t think they were anywhere near orgasmic levels. She clenched his cock tightly to try and let him know it was fine for him to come; in response he slapped her already aching ass over and over again before groaning in completion.
Ryker’s fingers stroked her aching clit gently as Gideon pushed himself off her.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I tried, really I did.”
“One more sorry from you and I’ll put you back in the stocks, with your ass full of a plug,” Gideon said roughly.
“You’re trying too hard, Slick,” Ryker said. “Tomorrow you concentrate only on what is happening, not on what could happen.”
“Yes, Sir, I mean Sirs.” She laughed and Gideon slapped her behind playfully. “Wow, nice and red. I love it.”
“I’d make a smart-ass comment but I bet it would get me whipped, again.”
“You bet your ass it would,” Gideon said. “I’m glad to hear you learned something tonight.”
He helped her up and they both stepped forward.
“Be honest,” Ryker said. “Did you enjoy the rough play? The spankings? The hard fuckings?”
“Yes, I did. I was so close, really I was. I’m so… I mean, I don’t know what to do.”
“We’ll figure it out,” Gideon said. “As long as you’re telling us the truth about enjoying what happened tonight, then we’re fine.”
Honor smiled at both of them. “Strangely enough, I did enjoy it. All of it. Which sort of scares me.”
Gideon’s mouth flattened into an almost evil grin. “Like I said, Slick, it’s okay to like the pain.”
Chapter 7
“You could try stimulating her G-spot,” Knox said. “Give her a good hard pounding from behind.”
“We both did that, just last night,” Gideon said, taking a sip of his coffee. “I even got on my toes to get a better angle. It didn’t work.”
“And did she feel anything?”
“She says she gets close, and then it goes back down. Come on, Knox, you’re a doctor. Help us out here. Give me a clue. I’ve never had this problem before.”
“Give her a good licking.” At Gideon’s upraised eyebrows Knox laughed. “I’m talking about with your tongue, not your belt.”
“Yeah, we can try that. But we stimulated her clit last night for a good thirty minutes, and nothing.”
Knox sat back and took a drink of his own coffee. “You could have over stimulated her. It’s been known to happen.”
“Well, Doctor, tell me what I can do to make this woman come.”
Knox shook his head. “Most women learn to orgasm through masturbation. It’s not an ingrained thing with them like it is with men. It’s harder for them, so what you really need to do is set a night aside and set the mood. Do some fantasy thing that will take her out of the real world, make her think of nothing but the two, no, make that the three, of you. Then, stroke her arms and legs as she masturbates. Play with her breasts, whisper sweet nothings in her ear. Try a vibrator on her. Put it on her clit and move it around. The vibrations should produce sensations that will make her climax. It does with most women.”<
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“Are you saying she’d prefer gentle play, that she’s not into BDSM?”
“No, that’s not what I’m saying. It sounds to me like she thinks too much. She needs to relax and learn to let go. Once it’s happened the first time, she’s not going to be as worried about it the second time, and it will come easier.”
Gideon nodded, then pursed his lips. “Fantasies, huh? To me a fantasy is six women lined up, waiting for a whipping.”
“Well, I don’t think that’s going to be a great fantasy for her, although I could be wrong. You and Ryker are smart men, I’m sure you’ll think of something.”
* * *
Honor wrapped tissue around a particularly naughty piece of lingerie and placed it in the bag.
“This gift will go over perfectly at your friend’s bridal shower. I’m sure she’ll be very thrilled to get it.”
The customer laughed. “Thanks so much for your help. It must be great to have access to such beautiful clothing.”
“It is,” Honor said, even though she’d never once owned a piece of lingerie in this store. Heaven had loved most of it, but Honor had never tried on anything.
“Come back and see us,” she said as the front door opened. She swallowed a grimace. It was ten minutes until six, and the store closed at six. Leave it to people to come shopping at the last minute. The woman took her package and walked toward the door.
Honor’s gaze followed her, her eyebrows arching when she saw Ryker and Gideon standing there. Ryker held a picnic basket and Gideon held the door open for the departing customer.
When he shut the door, he threw the bolt.
“We’re not closed yet,” she said.
“You are now,” Ryker replied. “We’re very wealthy customers and we want to do some shopping. And we’d like you to model for us.”
“Me? You want me to model lingerie?”
“That’s right,” Ryker said. “You’re the perfect size, and you have beautiful breasts. I can’t wait to see them encased in some of these fine things.”
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