by Kris Cook
“Come for me, little trainee.” I felt his lips on my ass, giving me the sweetest kiss I’d ever had in my life. Then he commanded, “Now. Come now.”
Everything inside me erupted, and not a cell in my body could stay still. I screamed and screamed as my climax rocked me with a million sensations, some hot, others electric, but all overwhelming. I felt the spasms in my pussy and screamed again.
“Fuck, Lea. You are so very hot.”
My tears flooded the spanking horse, and I panted as another orgasmic tremor scorched through me. Unable to stop shaking, I just closed my eyes and rode out wave after wave of the release he’d given me. I’d never felt more alive in my life or more connected to anyone than Reed. Discovering the frenzy that had always been buried deep inside me had only come about because of him, my teacher, my Dom.
“This is an ointment that will take some of the sting away, Lea.” He applied the cream to my ass, and it felt amazing.
I wanted to thank him, to tell him how grateful I was, but I couldn’t utter a single word yet with my body still reeling from my climax.
When he pulled up my panties from my ankles, I didn’t say the words of gratefulness that I’d planned. How could I? Clearly, Reed had trained many women. I was just another first timer in his long line of students. When I finally did speak, I said, “Are we done, Sir?”
“For tonight, yes, trainee. We’re done. How are you doing?”
I sighed, wondering what it would’ve been like to feel him inside my body. “I’m great, Sir.”
“You are great, Lea. The scene is over now. You can call me by my name.”
Unable to hold back my wholehearted appreciation, I blurted, “Thank you, Reed. Thank you very much.”
“You’re welcome, sweetheart. Let me help you up.” Reed guided me to a sitting position.
I was woozy, but leaning into his muscled frame steadied me. “What’s next?”
“I’m going to dress you,” he stated. After I was back in my clothes, I started to stand but he placed his hand on my shoulder. “The scene is over but not the lesson, Lea.”
“Oh really?” I was hoping for more kisses and caresses from him.
“Yes, really.”
“So, what now?” I asked.
“Now, we’re going to talk about what you can expect for tomorrow’s training session.”
Feb 11th
I was a bundle of nerves when I arrived at The Cell tonight.
Trip, the Dom who’d needed Kane to give the new member’s seminar the night before, sat at the desk. He was on the phone giving someone directions to the club. I’d been so nervous at the time that I hadn’t really taken full survey of the man. He had dark, thick hair. His eyes were deep green and sparkled in the light of the reception area. Both his upper arms were decorated with tats that looked like barbed wire circling his biceps. There was his dimpled chin that I had actually noticed last night. Rugged and handsome, he exuded a male confidence that could easily ensnare almost any unsuspecting female.
But I wasn’t here for him. I was here for another training session with Reed.
When Trip hung up the phone, he brazenly looked me up and down. When his eyes met mine, he asked, “Have we met?”
“I’m Mia’s cousin, Lea. I was here last night.” I felt my insides melting at his unblinking gaze.
He finally looked down at the sign-in book at his fingertips.
“I’m here for Reed,” I choked out. “He’s going to train me.”
His lips curled up at the corners. “I remember you. My name is Trip, and I wouldn’t mind taking my turn with you, Lea.”
I gulped and felt my cheeks burn. “I remember your name, too. My instructor is Reed, though.”
He nodded, his smile broadening. “Take a seat, trainee.”
Sitting on the sofa in the reception area, I wrung my hands together. Of course I was nervous since I didn’t have Mia or Lex with me.
Keeping my stress in check, I recalled last night how Reed had opened me up to new and wonderful possibilities. I’d slept like a baby, but the moment I’d awoke this morning, excitement had taken hold of me. I couldn’t wait for more from him. More training. That’s what I craved.
“Hello, Lea.”
I turned and saw someone who looked identical to Reed, save one thing. This sexy man didn’t have Reed’s long, dark hair. In fact, he didn’t have any hair at all. His head was shaved, which normally wouldn’t have been something I was attracted to, but on him it looked yummy.
“You’re Reed’s twin. Kane, right?”
He nodded.
I extended my hand, and he clasped it in his. “Nice to meet you, Kane.”
“I’ve got a private room all set up for us.”
For us? My jaw dropped. Reed wasn’t going to train me tonight? He’d seemed okay with me last night. Maybe he’d only worked with me as a favor to Lex. “I thought Reed was going to continue my instruction?”
“His dog got hit by a car, and he had to take him to the vet.”
I wasn’t expecting to hear that. “Oh my God. Is the dog okay?”
Kane smiled. “Beast has more lives than a cat. I’m betting he’ll live.”
“Beast? That’s an odd name for a dog. What kind is it?”
He dropped my hand and turned away from me. “A complete mutt. I think he’s a mix between a German shepherd, Doberman, and Lab. Ugly creature, but Reed loves him. I just tolerate him.”
His words didn’t match the softness I heard in his voice. “I can tell by your tone that you’re fond of the dog too, despite what you’re actually saying about him.”
Kane’s eyebrows shot up. “I see I’m going to have my hands full with you tonight. Let’s get started.”
“Wait a second. I’m okay to come back tomorrow when Reed is available.”
He frowned. “You definitely need training.”
I’d obviously broken some kind of protocol. I wasn’t sure what, though I’d read a bunch on the topic from the website Mia had suggested to me when we’d had lunch today. “Kane, I’m not trying to piss you off or anything. I just would be more relaxed—”
“Quiet.” His tone was low, where only I could hear him, but still very threatening. “Not another word until we get into the room. If you want to say your safe word, then say it.” His eyelids narrowed, and he gazed into my eyes.
I was shocked at how strong he’d come on. Reed had been the one who had instructed me, not Kane. Reed was the one I’d been expecting, not Kane.
Kane grabbed my arm. “Come with me, Lea. Now.” He marched me down a hallway before I could protest.
The club was emptier than it had been last night, but the few active scenes we passed made me warm.
We came to a metal door with the number eight on it. Kane pulled out some keys from his pocket and unlocked the door. “Go in, little sub.”
I took several steps into the room. It was quite large. There was a table loaded with lots of sexual tools. There were a variety of benches, chairs, and chains around the room. There were even bleachers to one side, though there weren’t any other people in the room besides Kane and me.
“Close your eyes, trainee.”
I felt skittish and shook my head.
“I wasn’t giving you a choice. Close. Your. Eyes.”
Instantly, I obeyed. The harsher and more demanding his tone, the easier it was for me to comply.
“Good. Keep them closed.”
I nodded. Then I felt him stripping me of all my clothes. The air in the room was on the cool side, and I began to tremble.
“Lea, you’ve got the most amazing ass I’ve ever seen.” I felt his large hands cup my bottom.” It’s perfect.” Kane’s tone was deep in his chest and seemed filled with awe.
I wasn’t about to fall victim to a smooth-talking player. “I bet you say that to all the women you teach this stuff to.”
“You just earned yourself five slaps, trainee.” He lifted my arms, and I felt my wrists being encircled wit
h something cold.
I bit my lip, realizing I’d made some kind of mistake. I bowed my head as I’d been taught. “Sir, what did I do wrong?”
He reached around me and pinched my nipples, making them throb and my body hot. He bit my earlobe, and then said in a dangerous pitch that made me shiver, “Two things. One, you didn’t address me as ‘Sir,’ and you didn’t trust my words about your hot ass. Do either again and I will add more slaps to your punishment. Understand?”
I gulped. His twin had been gentler with me, though still firm. Kane wasn’t keen on fooling around. He meant serious business, and that got me shivering. “Yes, Sir.”
“Better, trainee. Much better. Open your eyes,” he commanded.
I did.
He guided me to some chains dangling from the ceiling. With such amazing skill, he attached clamps to the chain’s rings and then lifted my arms up over my head. I watched him attach the cuffs already on my wrists to the clamps. He stepped back and studied his work. Nodding, apparently pleased by what he saw, Kane knelt down in front of me and attached a bar to each of my ankles. It required that I spread my legs about a foot and a half apart. As anxious excitement took hold of me, I felt my pussy begin to moisten.
Again, Kane circled me several times, gazing at every inch of my body. I knew my curves all too well and wondered why he looked so...pleased by what he saw. Under his stares, I actually almost let myself think I was beautiful. But this was only a lesson. He had a way of teaching that likely drew in the newbie submissive. His gazes were just another part of his training method. That thought got me to wrap a thick, protective wall around my heart. I didn’t want to forget that I was only his trainee, his student. Nothing more.
Kane continued his inspection, which was maddening. He wasn’t in any kind of hurry to get on with my lesson, and as each second ticked by, my shivers became increasingly intense. Now, even my teeth were chattering, though I wasn’t cold. In fact, I was hot, so very hot.
“Perfect,” he stated flatly. “Now, what shall I use first?”
I thought about asking for his open hand but instead pressed my lips firmly together.
“What did my brother use on you, trainee?”
“His hand, Sir.” I hoped he would, too.
“What else?” he demanded.
“A paddle, Sir.” My ass still throbbed a little from last night’s spanking from Reed.
“Good to know. I think I’m going to use a cane on your ass, trainee.” He stepped to the table directly in front of me. It held a variety of toys.
My heart thudded in my chest, and I blurted out, “I’m not surprised, Sir. It has your same name.” Realizing that I’d broken protocol again, I lowered my eyes but got the giggles. It was so inappropriate, like being at a wedding and something gets you snickering where you can’t stop.
I caught a glimpse of his smile, which faded fast. He fixed his stare on me, making me jittery. “Don’t turn bratty on me, trainee. You’ve done so well up till now.”
I bit my lip and was able to back down the chuckle.
“Now, where was I?” Kane rubbed his chin. “Oh, yes. I’m going to use a cane on you.”
I’d read about the use of canes in BDSM play in the literature that Reed had sent home with me. My safe word vibrated on my lips.
As if reading my mind, the gorgeous Dom told me what to expect from the cane.
“Trainee, this is my preferred tool.” He picked up the cane on the table and held it up to my eyes. “It has a wicked kiss that you’re going to love, but it can also soothe you with a sweet caress.”
His knowledge and enthusiasm of the topic was evident to me, and the more he talked, the more wet I became.
“Now, I’m going to use the cane on you to warm up the skin on your ass and thighs. Notice how thin the diameter is on this cane?”
I nodded, afraid if I spoke aloud, my voice would crack.
“This is one of the thinnest canes available. There is a risk to it breaking, but it won’t in my hands. I’m very skilled at using any size cane on subs I train.”
I wondered how many subs he’d schooled. Thinking there had been likely a hundred or more, my gut tightened from a sudden pang of jealousy. I knew that was foolish, but true all the same. The green-eyed monster inside me grew Hulk-like as I imagined him having a woman in his life already who was not only his trainee but was an actual partner to him. He was too gorgeous of a man not to have someone in his bed at night.
Pushing down my resentment, I concentrated on his enlightenment about caning.
“As Reed told you before, these lessons are about the Dom and submissive relationship and protocols in that dynamic. Remember?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Pain is a tool for both the Dom and sub. It breaks barriers and provides a path to deep trust and understanding. In my hands, the cane isn’t just about delivering stings but is more of a sensual toy than a punishment tool.” As he continued talking, he touched me softly with the little cane. My skin burned and my nipples throbbed.
Kane flicked my left nipple with the tip of the cane, causing my breast’s tips to ache even more. “Regretfully, trainee, many people enter into BDSM and immediately take up things like a cane, which should only be used by a skilled Dom. Without proper education, a cane can cause injury. Not here. Not at The Cell. All Doms must go through rigorous training and education before being allowed to use such a sexual tool. This one is made of bamboo. It delivers its own set of sensations. Now, Reed told you about subspace, correct?”
“Yes, Sir.” Normally such a speech would’ve had me yawning, but not when Kane said it. He sounded so confident and professorial that I knew I could listen to him all night.
Kane swung the cane in the air right in front of me. The thing looked wicked in his hands, and I felt a shiver run up and down my spine. “An untrained Dom might not know that you must keep bamboo canes soaked in salt water to keep them moist. If that isn’t done, the cane will splinter and split. Rattan canes are better choices for newbie Doms because they require little care and keep their shape easily.”
Continuing to swing the stick in front of me, he went on and on, describing more about caning and how it fit into the BDSM lifestyle. He hadn’t even touched me, and I was shaking from head to toe in anxious anticipation of feeling the bamboo on my ass and thighs.
Finally, he ended his delivery of words and cupped my chin. “Are you ready to feel my cane, trainee?”
I choked out, “Yes, Sir.”
He gave me a wicked wink and walked behind me.
Without warning, Kane began quickly striking my ass with the bamboo. The hits weren’t anything like the paddle had been with Reed, nor were they like his open hand. The cane's stings felt like tiny bites on my bottom.
Tears welled up in my eyes as the tiny stings bit into my skin. It was like he was sending his powerful male energy to me through the cane, demanding surrender. My entire body began to radiate, and my thoughts softened, approaching that wonderful trance-like state I’d felt with Reed last night.
“Very good. You’re doing great, trainee.” Kane gently rolled the cane up my ass. “This is its embrace. Do you like?”
I nodded as tears streaked down my cheeks.
“It’s going to feel differently on your thighs, subbie. It’s a nice little bite.”
He stung my thighs with quick taps from the bamboo, and he was right. It did feel differently, a bit hotter, making my nerve endings pop to life.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.
He hit my ass and thighs with rapid-fire, sweet slaps, sending me fully into the subspace he’d mentioned earlier. My face was soaked from tears and my pussy from my juices.
Suddenly, Kane stopped his tempting torture and tugged on my hair. “God, you are such a natural, Lea.”
He brought the cane up to my face with his left hand while keeping hold of my locks with his right. In that moment, I felt my surrender. It reminded me of something akin to a long awaited sigh of relief, tho
ugh I was actually breathing heavily and trembling frantically. It was sweet and joyous. With the bamboo shaft within sight and him tugging on my hair, I trusted Kane with everything. Even in this hypnotic mind frame, I knew it was more than that for me. He’d captured all of me, even my heart.
He let go of my hair and came around in view. He was all smiles, and that pleased me beyond measure. “Subbie, you’re learning so very fast.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
Kane set the cane down on the table. He walked in front of me and cupped my naked breasts. His rugged hands touching my chest thrilled me. “I love your tits, Lea. They are perfect.” He began gently massaging my breasts in slow circles with his fingers, making me tingle inside.
Suddenly, he stopped, a frown appearing on his face. “Lesson’s over. Let me get you unchained.”
My heart sank. “Sir, have I done something wrong?”
He shook his head in the negative, but didn’t speak, releasing me from the chains and removing the bar between my legs.
I was frightened by his sudden change, but drifting in and out of the subspace brought on by the cane, I found courage to press him. “Please tell me what is wrong, Sir. I don’t want this to end.”
One eyebrow shot up, and his eyelids narrowed. “Are you sure about that, trainee? If we continue, I will take this to another level entirely, a more intimate level.” His face looked lusty and formidable.
My temperature rose several degrees. “Yes, Sir. I am sure.”
The corners of his lips curled up into a smile, swamping my willpower and setting my own want ablaze.
“Let me make myself clear, Lea. You came in here for training, correct?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Now, you want more, right?”
I felt like he was asking these questions in a certain order and in a soft tone for a specific reason. To me, it seemed as if he was guiding me down a path of his choosing. I was more than willing to follow him.
I nodded. “Yes, I want more.”
“Then understand this, little sub. Once the lid is off Pandora’s box, there is no going back. Not for me. Not for you. I am hot for you, Lea, blistering hot. If you surrender to this, I will devour your body in ways you can’t even conceive of yet. Your pussy becomes my pussy. Your tits, my tits. I’ll turn you into a slut who will beg me for more. Most people think my ways are too kinky, too nasty, too demanding, or too strange. For me, it’s like breathing. You sure you’re ready for that?”