by Sadie Haller
Griff just about swallowed his tongue when Mac walked in wearing nothing but clover clamps on her nipples and leather cuffs on her wrists. His head was full of questions, but when Jack caught his eye, he nodded and kept them to himself. Not his business.
Sully, who considered everything his business, was not so polite. “Nice outfit, sweetie. Special occasion?” Mac glared at Sully and slowly flipped him the finger.
Griff held back a chuckle when he spotted Finn leaning against the door jamb. Oh, for a bowl of popcorn.
“Oh dear. What an unfortunate turn of events, my love.” Finn walked across the room, sat in his chair, and patted his hands on his thighs. Mac stalked over to him and laid herself across his lap.
He reached down and grabbed the thin wooden cleaning rod for his flute. “Before we begin, why are you being punished?”
“I was disrespectful.”
“Yes, you were. I accept that you and Sully have a special understanding, but when I have your submission, you must be respectful to everyone, regardless of your normal dynamic. It’s not like you don’t know any better. We’ve had this same conversation before. What was your punishment last time?”
“Ten strokes with your hand.”
“And what happens with repeat offences?”
“Double the last with whatever implement you choose.”
“That means it’ll be twenty with the cleaning rod. Colour, Mac?”
“I’m green.”
“Good enough. I’ll keep count. Do not move.” Finn placed his left hand on the small of Mac’s back before taking the first stroke. He laid stripe after stripe across her ass, never striking the same spot twice. Mac’s facial contortions and tears were the only sign of her struggle to accept her punishment. By the time Finn was done, her ass was striped like a candy cane. “All done, love. Now go apologise to Sully, and once your slate is clean, we will continue with what you were supposed to be doing before this little interlude.”
Mac rose from Finn’s lap and accepted the tissue he held out. She took a moment to wipe her tears and blow her nose. Then she went over to Sully, knelt at his feet, and rested her forehead on his knees. “I’m sorry.”
“All is forgiven, sweetie. I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have teased you.” Sully leaned forward and kissed her head. Mac looked up and smiled, then rose to her feet and returned to Finn.
“Good girl. Hands behind your back and turn around.” As soon as her back was turned, Finn clipped her cuffs together and kissed her shoulder. “Off you go, sweetheart.”
Griff caught Sully’s eye and raised an eyebrow as Mac sat on the piano bench. Sully shrugged and shook his head slightly. How the hell were they supposed to have a productive rehearsal with a naked, decorated Mac in the room? More to the point, how was Finn going to concentrate on the music when most of his focus would be on his sub who would be teetering on the edge of her limits?
“Holy shit, if I’d known it was bring your sub to work day, I would have brought Hildy. She and Mac would look so cute sitting on the piano bench with their tits clamped togeth—”
The colour drained from Mac’s face, and Finn flew to her side as he snapped at Wilson. “Enough.” He unclipped Mac’s cuffs and gathered her into his arms. “Sweetie, I fucked up. I’m so sorry.” As he left the room with Mac, Finn turned to the rest of the group and said, “You guys go ahead without me.”
Wilson stepped towards them. “Mac, Finn, I’m—”
“Not right now, Wil. I need to take care of her. Maybe before you leave...”
Wilson ran his hand through his hair. “Yeah, sure.”
As soon as Finn and Mac were gone, Sully pounced. “Dammit, Wil. What were you thinking?”
“I wasn’t. It just slipped out. What was going on, anyway?”
“My best guess is Finn was pushing at Mac’s issue with the piano bench and figured doing it during rehearsal with a room full of Doms was the best way to do it. He probably would have been right if he’d thought to give us a heads up. He’s usually more on the ball about this kind of thing.”
Taking pity on Wil, Griff spoke up. “Don’t beat yourself up about it, Sully was rather indelicate himself and Mac’s reaction earned her a candy-striped ass.”
Sully had the decency to look a little sheepish. “Yeah, I think Griff and Jack are the only ones who haven’t caused Mac pain of one kind or another today. Right, I guess we should get on with it. What are we playing first?”
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FOOTNOTES:
* This is a fictional erotic romance. No prime ministers or interns were harmed in the making of this book.
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Acknowledgments
Élianne Adams, Elizabeth Varlet, and Zoe York for their unwavering support and encouragement. The wonderful gang of Divas who are generous in so many ways. And of course, my wonderful, supportive husband, who says yes to almost everything...except another dog.
About the Author
Surrounded by mist-covered mountains, Sadie Haller lives a quiet life with her husband and fur-babies.
Where to find Sadie
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