One Gold Knot

by Sadie Haller

  His wink had Hildy’s pussy leaking with renewed purpose and she couldn’t get away fast enough.

  Six

  Wilson waited for Hildy to walk through the door before he followed her in. Finn was hanging her coat and Hildy was kicking off her second boot.

  “Everything set, Finn?” Wil asked.

  “Yup. Sully and Mac are already downstairs. I’m glad you two finally arrived. She’s been baiting him all day.”

  “I thought he was supposed to go home this morning.”

  “Since when does Sully do what he’s supposed to?”

  “Point taken.”

  By the time they reached the stairs to the playroom, they could hear Mac giving Sully the gears.

  “You selfish, miserable fuck. If you aren’t capable of playing by the next concert you had better have another oboist handy because I am done. Do you hear me? Done. We had a deal.”

  “Calm down, Mac.”

  “Don’t you fucking calm down, Mac, me. I kept my end of the deal and more. I don’t want to do this any more.”

  As soon as he reached the bottom of the stairs, Finn spoke up. “Mac. Enough.”

  “But Finn...”

  “Unless you want my tawse on your bare ass right now, enough.”

  Mac was immediately silent, but anger glowed bright in her eyes.

  Wilson took Hildy’s hand as they moved to join Sully and Mac in the after-care area. He pulled her down with him as he sat, and arranged her on his lap with her back to his chest so his erection nestled in the seam of her ass. She tried to shift away, but he was ready. He clamped his hands on her hips, and so there was no misunderstanding, he hissed in her ear, “Stay exactly where I put you.” She went loose. “Good girl.”

  Wilson watched as Finn lifted Mac from the sofa and positioned her in much the same way as he had Hildy. The difference was, Mac was naked and Finn had his hands all over her.

  With a nod from Wilson, Sully turned to Hildy. “Honey, you did really well last night and we are all so very proud of you. However, you aren’t done. You still have two apologies to make and Finn and Mac are here to bear witness. Are you ready?”

  Hildy slowly nodded her head, and Wilson took over. “Okay, honey. You will let Sully rub your feet for ten minutes, then you will apologise. Can you do that?”

  Having her feet touched was on her check-list as a soft-limit. Not an issue as feet weren’t his kink either, but it was the ideal apology to Sully, whose foot fetish was legendary. He’d had a different idea of how her punishment would play out, but after discovering her soft-limits and their earlier email exchanges addressing questions and concerns, he came up with a much better plan.

  “I’ll try.”

  “Good girl. Off you go.” He placed his hands on her hips and gave a gentle boost to help her on her way. She stood in front of Sully and waited.

  “Lay on the sofa and put your feet in my lap. Whatever you do, don’t move. Mac will be your worst nightmare if you do anything to delay my return to active duty.”

  “I’ll be good,” Hildy replied, as she settled herself as Sully instructed.

  Wilson sat for what seemed like the longest ten minutes of his life alternating his gaze between Sully’s happy grin and Hildy’s angry grimace. The instant the ten minutes were over, he called, “Time.”

  Sully shifted Hildy’s feet off his lap and released them. She sat up and looked him dead in the eye. “Sully, I’m so sorry for not trusting you.”

  He pulled her close and kissed the top of her head. “You are forgiven, my love. I know deep down you didn’t mean it. But I hope you understand that it wasn’t something that could be ignored.”

  “I do.”

  He kissed her cheek then released her. “Good enough. It’s time to go back to Wilson.”

  Wilson stood, and as Hildy returned, he pulled her in for a tight hug. “Well done, love. You’re down to your last apology. Then we can go. Okay?” He felt her nod, but that wasn’t enough this time. “I need to hear it, sweetheart.”

  “Okay.”

  He sat her on the sofa and settled next to her. “Hildy, I thought long and hard about this, but I’ve decided to give you five strokes with my leather belt. You’ll be over the spanking bench. No trousers, but you may keep your panties on. As long as you can keep still, you may remain unrestrained. After you’ve taken your five, you may make your apology. Then it’s all done and forgotten. If it becomes too much, you still have your safeword. Also, you need to understand, anyone in the room can safeword for you if they think it in your best interest.”

  “Everyone keeps telling me the sub is in control, but obviously that’s not the case if someone else can safeword.”

  “Honey, sometimes a sub can’t safeword. It may be because she’s too deep in sub-space. It could be she can’t remember what it is, or she can’t get the word out. Unfortunately, there are also times where the situation becomes abusive and someone has to step in. There are some subs who refuse to safeword because they don’t want to be a wimp. Sound like anybody you know?”

  “But if I safeword, I’m done and can’t come back.” Hildy was near tears.

  “If someone else calls red, then we’ll talk about it. Remember, you always have yellow. If you need a break, or something needs to change, you can call yellow. And Hildy, safewording is never, ever wimpy. Are we clear?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good. Shall we get started?”

  “Okay.”

  Wilson took Hildy’s hand and stood, bringing her to her feet as he rose. “Mac, can you please take Hildy to the spanking bench and get her set up?”

  “Sure thing. Come on, Hildy, the sooner we get ready, the sooner this is all done and over with.”

  Wilson watched Mac lead Hildy away before he turned to Finn and Sully. “I am in over my head with her. She’s so fragile and I’m terrified I’m going to do some real damage.”

  “Oh suck it up, Wil. I already told you, the damage was done years ago. She’s comfortable with you. She lets you touch her and hold her without trying to run away like a scalded cat.”

  “Yeah, about that holding thing. She slept fine when I had my body wrapped around her, but if I tried to let her go, she fussed. Any idea what that’s about?” Wilson glanced at the women. They were still getting sorted. He still had a couple of minutes.

  “She didn’t roll herself up in her quilt?”

  “No. When we got into bed, something was bugging her, but she wouldn’t tell me what. As soon as I hugged her to me, she fell asleep.”

  “Yeah, it’s a coping thing. Her parents never touched or hugged her. Wrapping herself up in her bedding is how she got through.”

  “Fuck. And now I have to go beat her ass with my belt.”

  “Bet she enjoys it.”

  “I guess we’re about to find out.”

  The men wandered across the room where Mac had Hildy carefully arranged on the spanking bench. She turned as they approached and smiled at Wilson. “She’s ready.”

  “Thanks Mac. Would you mind sitting by her head and giving her some moral support?”

  “No problem.”

  Wilson walked up to the bench and smoothed his hand down Hildy’s back. “Hildy, I’m going to take my belt off and double it over. I want you to understand, at no time will anything but the leather of the strap touch your body. The buckle will be in my hand and I will not do anything to cause you harm. Okay?”

  “Okay.”

  “Alright then. Can you give me a colour? Green if we’re good to go, yellow if you need a minute. Red if you’re done.”

  “I’m green.”

  “Good girl.”

  Wilson unbuckled his belt making it jingle as loudly as possible before drawing the leather through the loops. He flicked his wrist, snapping the tail as it slipped through the final loop. He wanted Hildy to associate these sounds with anticipation of what would follow.

  Hildy bucked her hips and kicked wildly as her hands shot back to protect her ass
. The blinding pain paralysed her lungs and made her light headed. “Breathe through it honey. It’ll pass, I promise.” Mac’s soothing voice slipped through the foggy chaos in her brain. “Breathe with me. In....and out...in...and out.” Hildy slowly regained control and finally started breathing in concert with Mac’s steady rhythm.

  “Hildy?” Wilson. Between Mac’s gentle voice and the deep breathing, she was calm, and she’d almost forgotten. “Hildy, I need you to answer me, love.”

  She kept her eyes shut. “What?”

  “Hildy, look at me.”

  “I don’t want to.”

  “Now.”

  Hildy lifted her lids part way and saw nothing but concern on Wilson’s face.

  “All the way, please.” As she did, Wilson bent so they were eye to eye. “We have a problem, love. What I just gave you wasn’t much more than a love tap, and you couldn’t stay still. What you did was dangerous and if I hadn’t been expecting it, I could have caused damage. If we are to continue, I’m going to have to restrain you. Colour?”

  Hildy was no quitter and there would be no mistaking the defiance. “Fucking green.”

  “Hildy, everyone has different tolerances. If it’s too much for you, it’s okay. It doesn’t make you a wimp.”

  “I am green, dammit.”

  “Hildy, I’d adjust that attitude if I were you, or you might find yourself sucking on a soap dildo. A little back-talk when we’re playing can add to the fun, but it is absolutely unacceptable during punishment.”

  Hildy’s brain finally found some sense of self-preservation. “I’m sorry.”

  “Forgiven. Colour?”

  “I am green, Wil.” And she was.

  “Okay. I’m going to secure your wrists and ankles in the straps attached to this bench. Once I’ve done that, I want you to rotate your hands and feet, and wiggle your fingers and toes. If at any point you feel numbness or tingling you must let me know. Use yellow if you really don’t want to call the scene, but I need you to understand how very important this is.”

  While Hildy didn’t want to be taken for a wimp, she knew the difference between taking some pain and risking real damage. “I understand. I promise. Tingling or numbness, I’ll call yellow.”

  Wilson stroked her cheek. “Good girl. I’ll also be strapping down your upper back and just below your waist. Once you’re secure, I’m going to give you the remaining four stripes fast so it’s all done.”

  Hildy nodded. “Okay.” She lay quietly as Wilson set about fastening her to the spanking bench.

  “How’s that? Any numbness or tingling?”

  Hildy rotated her hands and feet, then wiggled her fingers and toes. “I’m good.”

  “I’ll take care of these last two straps and we’ll get this over with.”

  As soon as she felt the strap tighten over her back, Hildy relaxed as calm washed over her.

  Wilson noted Hildy’s reaction with interest when he buckled the final strap in place over her back. There would be time enough to consider it later. Right now, he had to fulfil his responsibility.

  As promised, he finished quickly. He drew his forearm back and flicked his wrist. His belt struck its target, right on her sit-spot. He paused a moment, surprised by Hildy’s slow, steady breathing. He glanced around the room. With no apparent concern, he pulled back and repeated the action without further pause until he reached four. He flung his belt to the floor and set about releasing Hildy. He freed her wrists and ankles first. The moment he released the final strap, the one over her back, he covered her with a blanket and pulled her into a tight embrace. “Such a good girl, Hildy.”

  She looked up at Wilson and smiled. “Wil? I’m really sorry.”

  “I know. It’s done and you’re forgiven. Now, let’s get you a drink of water and some chocolate.”

  Wilson lifted Hildy into his arms and carried her to the after-care area and sat down, carefully settling her on his lap. Mac sat next to them with a bottle of water in one hand and some of her special chocolate in the other.

  “Here, she deserves the really good stuff.”

  “Thanks, Mac. I agree.”

  Hildy’s hand shook as she held out her house key to Wilson. “I don’t think I can do it.”

  “You had a pretty intense experience, and we’re going to have to talk about it.”

  “I don’t know about this whole kinky thing. It seems to be way more talk than sex.”

  “Communication is key. Yeah, there’s lots and lots of talking in the beginning, but as a couple spends more time together, they develop other methods to communicate. Misunderstanding can lead to disaster. It is way better to talk something to death until there is clear understanding, than glossing over it and assuming all parties are on the same channel.”

  “Kind of like you did with using a safeword if I felt tingling or numbness?”

  “Exactly. If I hadn’t beat you over the head with how important that was and you had something start tingling, you would’ve kept quiet, wouldn’t you?”

  Hildy’s face flamed. “Yeah, I probably would.”

  “Good girl. Thank you for your honesty.” Wilson wrapped his arms around her and she felt peace. “And that’s something else I want to talk to you about.”

  Hildy snuggled deeper. “What?”

  “You totally relax when you’re wrapped up tight. Whether it’s in my arms, in a blanket or strapped down to the spanking bench. When you were unrestrained, you found the light smack of my belt unbearable, yet when I had you strapped tight to the bench, you didn’t flinch, no matter how hard I hit you. And each strike was harder than the last. You might have a mark from the last one for a day or two, and I think the ride home gave you a taste of what sitting will be like for a while. If being wrapped is what makes you feel secure, don’t worry. I have lots of ideas.”

  Hildy was embarrassed, but relieved. Wilson had picked up on her need to feel squeezed and didn’t judge her.

  “One more thing, Hildy. How was your sleep last night?”

  Hildy had almost forgotten about the deal she’d made the previous night. The truth was her only option, but she’d promised he could do anything he wanted. She swallowed hard and confessed. “I had a really good sleep.”

  “Good girl. Your honesty is about to earn you a big reward.”

  “What are you going to do?”

  “Anything I want.”

  “That’s what I was afraid of.”

  “There’s nothing to be afraid of, love. I promise. Only good things tonight.”

  “Will there be fucking?”

  “No more questions, or I might become one of those Doms who demands complete silence from his sub. It’s time for bed. I’ll lock up and take care of things down here. Go brush your teeth and be waiting on the bed for me. Naked and on your tummy.”

  As she waited for Wilson to join her, Hildy let her mind wander, ramping up her nervous excitement over what the rest of the evening held for her. She heard him come up the stairs, and her heart sped up as he entered the room.

  “Good girls get rewards, and you have been a very good girl.”

  Hildy found she loved it when Wilson called her a good girl, and realised she would do almost anything to hear him say it.

  “What do I have to do to be a good girl, Wil?” She really hoped that didn’t sound needy and pathetic.

  “Hildy, you’re always a good girl. Always. Sometimes you might do naughty things that require punishment, but you are always good.”

  “But what makes you tell me I’m a good girl?”

  “Ah. Usually, I do it as positive reinforcement. Like when I ask you to do something and you do it, or when you tell me the truth, even if you think it’s going to get you in trouble. You really like it when I call you good girl, huh?”

  Hildy nodded as she buried her face in her quilt. “Good girl. We’re going to have to work on using your words to answer questions, though. Part of avoiding miscommunication. I think it’s time you got your reward, don’t you
?”

  Hildy nodded with enthusiasm as she let out a muffled, “Yes.”

  “Such a good girl. Stay just like that. Would my good girl like a nice massage?”

  She’d never had one before, but Wilson promised her a reward, so she figured it ought to be something she’d like. She turned her face to the side. “Yes, please.”

  “Such nice manners deserve to be rewarded, too. Would you like to come, baby girl?”

  Baby girl? Hildy was shocked at how the endearment sent her already spasming pussy into overdrive. “Yes, please.”

  Wilson straddled Hildy, sitting on her thighs, just below the rise of her sore buttocks. “Let’s start with a massage.”

  She heard the pop of a bottle, then felt Wilson’s warm, slippery hands gliding along her upper back and working their way over her neck and shoulders. Heaven. He worked his way down her lower back and she groaned in complaint when took his hands away.

  “Just need more lube, baby girl.”

  “Lube? You never said anything about shoving stuff up my ass.” Hildy tried to rise, but was stopped by Wilson’s hand between her shoulder blades.

  “Relax, baby girl. The lube is for your massage. There will be plenty of time in our future to shove stuff up your ass, and I am looking forward to it. In the meantime, all I have planned is a nice massage and an orgasm. Maybe if you’re a really good girl, I’ll give you two.”

  Hildy let her upper body go loose, but squeezed her thighs together at the thought of an orgasm. Or two. It had been quite a long time, and she had no interest in masturbation.

  “There you go. Would you like more massage, or would you like your orgasm now?”

  “The massage was lovely, but I think I would really like my orgasm.”

  “If you’re not absolutely sure, then I don’t think you are ready for your orgasm. Maybe I should just rub your back some more.”

  “I’m sure, I’m sure. Please, Wil. I want my orgasm.”

  Wilson chuckled a little. “Well, if you’re really sure.”

  “Please.”