“Really?” She glanced after the man, intrigued. “And he wanted you to attend, which I’m assuming means to watch, yes?”
“Interested?”
“Oh no! Well, for general informational purposes, maybe, but not personally.” Angling her head, she peered up at him. “Though I suppose you do a lot of what he does. You did pick out my clothes for tonight, brush out my hair, lace up my corset, and it appears come ten o’clock you’re going to spank me.”
He chuckled. “Put that way, it does sound a bit like A.P. Most Doms like to take care of their subs. That’s half the fun. The other half comes at ten sharp, which is in fifteen minutes. You should go to the ladies room first.”
* * * * *
The crowd around the bench was two or three deep. With the end of the bench facing the ropes, they all had a perfect view of her near naked ass. Since this was her first time, Sean told the spectators, he was being indulgent and leaving her panties on. He’d then proceeded to yank them up in her crack like the thongs she despised. The only modesty he allowed her was a covered crotch because he’d removed her corset and skirt before she mounted up as he’d so gallantly put it.
She got the sneaking suspicion that Sean was in his element, enjoying putting on a show for the crowd surrounding their station. He began by explaining how sassy she’d been with Baron and on her first visit too. They’d called out suggestions on how he should proceed.
“I’ve a tawse in my bag sure to curb her tongue.” This came from a man with an Irish or Scottish accent although she wasn’t quite sure which.
“Might I suggest the rod? I have found it to be quite effective with impertinent young women.” The distinctly British enunciation came from the Daddy Dom from earlier.
“I say plug her good and strap her pussy raw. That is the only way to teach a wayward sub discipline.” The suggestion came from a woman. Dear heavens! She seemed more strict and eager to make her cry than the rest.
“Arianna, you sadist,” The Baron chimed in with a laugh. “The man wants to punish her, not make her useless to see to his needs afterwards.”
There were snickers and hoots of laughter all about, including the woman. A female sadist, Mara wondered in amazement, who were these people?
Sean had remained silent through all this while he moved around the bench, securing her legs first with straps above her spread knees, then moving to the other end and securing her wrists in leather cuffs. When he was finished, he crouched in front of her, gently brushing the hair back from her face.
“How are you doing?”
“I’m green, Master.”
“Perfect. I was hoping you’d enjoyed tonight. You know the Doms are being purposefully provocative, right? It’s part of the game.”
“I figured you all like to put on a bit of a show. Some of them sound kind of scary though. The woman, for example.”
“Can I let you in on a little secret? I know her. She works at the state department, but all is confidential here. What happens at The Gilded Cage—”
“Stays at The Gilded Cage,” she finished for him.
“No, I was going to say is all consensual. The other cannot ever be guaranteed. Because of that, some, like you and the sadist Domme, who’s about to avidly watch you get spanked, wear masks to maintain their privacy. It’s Washington, after all, full of back biting, secrets and lies, so one can never be too sure who you can trust.”
His words sent a chill through her. Secrets and lies. She looked down, hoping to hide the guilt she felt for not being more forthcoming with him about her past. Nothing good could come of it, though. She’d told him it was awful, but not how awful.
“Mara, what’s wrong? Is something hurting? Are the restraints too tight?”
She glanced up. “No, they’re fine. I was thinking how fortunate I was to have you in my life.”
He frowned. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“Hm,” he hummed, eyeing her skeptically. “If that’s true, baby, your mind strays to the oddest things at the strangest times. Let’s get your spanking done so I can hold you.”
“I’d like that.”
“Master.”
“Sorry, I keep forgetting. I’d like that, Master.”
He kissed her forehead and moved away, his hand gliding down her back as he did. She realized then, he’d been touching her constantly since she’d been on the bench. At no time had his hand left her, whether giving a brush or a pat, or while applying her restraints, he hadn’t severed their connection. Even now, when he was about to begin, one hand settled on her lower back and stayed there as his other ran over her upraised bottom.
“This naughty girl is in need of a lesson,” Sean began. An answering murmur of approval went through the crowd. “She is a novice though and has a lot to learn. As much as I appreciate the suggestions of the tawse, cane and pussy strapping until she’s raw,” he paused as the others once again chuckled and teased Arianna’s severity, “I’ve chosen to start with a good old-fashioned hand spanking.”
Another wave rippled through the crowd, this time of disappointment.
“After the warm up, I’ll use the two implements I have selected from the store. Can you bring them forward, Anita?”
Hearing this, Mara twisted in her restraints, trying to see behind her. She hadn’t noticed him purchase anything from the store. A firm swat landed right across the middle of her ass, catching both cheeks. “Be still, subbie. What I selected is not your concern. You will take what I give you and learn that sassy tongued submissives are punished. Understood?”
“Yes, Master. It’s understood.”
She heard the creak of leather as someone walked near and a murmur of approval.
“A good choice for a beginner,” approved the Scotsman.
“I disagree. He’ll need to put more oomph into it if she’s to remember this lesson into tomorrow,” observed the Brit.
“I say swat her pretty cunt and she won’t give you any more lip.” The sadist was ignored as Sean began.
His warm up started out slowly with his hand swatting from one cheek to the other. As the heat in her bottom built, it began to radiate to her pussy. Each subsequent blow sent waves of sensation flowing in direct current to her clit. It was sublime and Mara relaxed beneath his hand amazed at the sensual power of a spanking.
With methodical style, Sean increased the speed of the swats, gradually adding a nip of spice to each one. He spread open hand smacks evenly over her ass and soon, the nip turned into a bite, which intensified into a sting. When she felt sure another spank would ignite her sizzling hot bottom into blistering flames, only then did he move down to her thighs, giving them equal time and attention. It seemed forever before he stopped.
“Color,” he said simply.
She quickly took stock before answering. Her bottom was hot, true, but she was aroused: nipples tight, clit throbbing, pussy noticeably wet. She wasn’t about to end this exquisite torture for a warm hind end and sighed serenely. “I’m green, Master.”
He hummed in acknowledgement right before a solid thump fell across her behind. It was followed by the caress of something fluffy, much like fur, moving over her skin in wide circles. He popped her again the same way before the luxuriant softness returned, stroking gently, soothing her inflamed skin.
“Can you guess what this is?”
“It feels like fur.”
“Very good, it is thick, snowy white fur and contrasts beautifully with your rosy pink skin. How does it feel?”
“Glorious, it’s easing the burn.”
“Yes, I image it would. This is what good girls get. Were you a good girl this evening, Mara?”
“No. I was sassy and rude to you and Baron. I’m sorry, Master. I was nervous.”
“My sweet girl gets a sharp tongue when she gets nervous.” Obviously, he was addressing the crowd.
“A good soaping and corner time will fix that, young man.” The Brit added his two cents again. Mara closed her eyes,
relaxing into the sensation of the fur while deciding AP was definitely not for her if that’s what it entailed.
“I’ll keep that in mind, sir.” Sean chuckled, apparently amused by the persistent fellow. He thumped the paddle against her twice more before he advised both his sub and the spectators. “This paddle is like two sides of a coin. Furry, luxuriant softness for good girls on one, but with a flip,” the loud whap of leather smacking against her skin exploded in the room, “it becomes a bad girl paddle that bites and stings.”
Though less intense than a swat from his hand, the bite he spoke of was substantial on an already burning behind. More heat blossomed across her rear the next moment as another thwap landed. It was followed by more, too numerous to count as her man, no… her Master, punished her ass publically for the first time.
As he continued, she decided it wasn’t so bad. The sting was a reminder this was a spanking, but the thwap against her backside was actually rather pleasant. At that point it stopped.
“Obviously a pleasure tool, don’t you think?”
The crowd murmured agreement.
“Or for a bedtime spanking, to help put her to sleep.” This was suggested by an amused Baron.
“I have one more implement to try out.” After a pause, she heard hums of appreciation.
“Now we’re talking,” said a new voice.
“That’ll wake the lass up.” Obviously, this came from the Scotsman.
“Slap it right on her clit,” came the sadist Domme’s voice.
“For god’s sake, woman,” the Baron growled, “will you give it a rest!”
Getting the message at last, the woman huffed. “I was merely making a suggestion.”
Sean patted her tingling behind. “Are you with me, Mara? I didn’t hear snoring, did I?”
“I wouldn’t dare, but I have to admit to liking the furry, thuddy paddle a lot and wouldn’t mind a bit if we took it home with us.”
His reply held a note of amusement. “If you take this next series as well, I’d be happy to oblige.”
“Thank you, Master.”
“I’d reserve your thanks until after we’re finished. This last implement is definitely not made of fur. Here we go.”
A tapping began on her lower cheek, light, easy, almost like the gentle pat of his hand. Then, quick as a coiled snake, it struck, and a biting sting flared across her skin. It was accompanied by a loud thwack and a second later a hiss as Mara sucked air between her lips. As she reeled from the disparate sensations, the tapping started in on her other cheek. This time she was prepared when another resounding blow connected.
He moved on to another spot, tapping briefly before inflicting fire. He continued in a similar fashion all around her bottom, layering the teasing preliminary pats with sharp exacting slaps.
Soon the prefacing taps went away altogether, leaving only the steady slap of the leather keeper against her tenderized behind. It landed without pattern thereafter, first on one cheek, moving onto a thigh, then two in succession on the lower curve of her ass, the next catching the inner aspect of the other thigh. The lack of rhythm and predictability kept her off balance. Unable to remain silent any longer, a gasp, an “oo”, or an “ouch” soon complemented each smarting swipe. Mara had unintentionally become part of the ambient sound of sex and discipline that resonated throughout the large playroom.
Abruptly, he stopped. His hand drifted over her quivering globes. While he paused, she tried to catch her breath and compose herself.
“You are taking this well. Where are you?”
“Still green, Master.”
“Excellent, then you can stand a bit more. Have you figured out what this is yet?”
“I haven’t a clue, but whatever the hell it is, you can leave it behind. I’ll take the fur.”
The audience chuckled at her saucy tongue, especially when it earned her two successive swats on her upper thighs, right at the curve of her lower cheek.
“Ow!”
Four more landed.
“Why are you being punished, Mara?”
“For my unruly tongue.”
“Yet you continue to let it lead you down the wrong path. Kindly shut that beautiful mouth or we’ll be here all night. This is a riding crop by the way, with a nice wide leather slapper. If it’s not up to the job, I have no qualms about taking our new friends’ advice and fetching a tawse, a cane or giving your naughty pussy a good strapping.”
“No! The crop is up to the job. I’ll be good from now on. I swear.”
“Swearing is what earned you more. Strive for silence, Mara. Sighs and moans are allowed or an occasional ouch, nothing else. Except for your safewords, as always.”
Without waiting for a reply, he peppered her upper thighs with stroke upon stroke from the crop. She had no idea how many he gave her, but by the time he finished, her cries had risen above the hum of the crowd and over the raw edgy sound of Rob Zombie’s Never Gonna Stop.
She knew it was over when she felt the plush, soothing fur again. He ran it all over her backside and thighs to the applause of the observers, some called out approval to Sean, thanking him for providing such an “amusing scene” while others congratulated him on having such a “lively and entertaining submissive.” Mara heard a few more grumbling about how he’d let her off too easy.
Some minutes later, after a thorough rubdown from the decadent fur, he moved around to the front of the bench and squatted once again.
“Master?” she whispered, her attention on his dark head as he unfastened her wrists.
“Yeah, baby?” he replied, glancing up while working the buckles.
“Are we going to, uh…? I mean, are you going to fu—um, take me here?”
“Not tonight. I think you’ve had enough.” He leaned in, his lips touching hers lightly. “Let me get you undone. We’ll cuddle over on one of the couches for a bit, then head on home for the taking in private.”
“Thank you for being patient with me.”
“It was definitely my pleasure, nightingale.”
After the last restraint was released, he helped her from the bench. When she swayed a bit from the sudden change in position, Sean promptly scooped her up in his arms. As he strode from the station, a woman in black leather, tall, blonde and quite beautiful from what she could see around her mask, met them with a bottle of water and tucked a soft blanket around Mara.
She patted Mara’s arm before saying to Sean, “Maybe I’ll convince you of the benefits of a good pussy whipping someday.”
As Mara sucked in a gulp of air in shock, the Domme smiled, nodded to Sean and walked away.
“She’s a sadist.”
“Apparently.”
“It’s hard to believe she works with the state department in areas of diplomacy.”
“Which is most likely the reason she comes here.” His comment was for her ears only as he carried her to a quiet corner where a few cozy couches were set aside for aftercare. “Imagine having to represent the U.S. and the president, no matter who you’re dealing with and what their beliefs may be, all while biting your tongue and plastering on a fake, albeit believable smile. Here, she can ditch the mask, at least figuratively, as well as the politically correct filters and be who she really is.”
Mara shuddered.
“Yeah,” he agreed. “I couldn’t do it either.”
“Actually, I was feeling badly for her poor slave. She’s scary.”
With a chuckle, he settled on one of the couches in the dark corner with her on his lap. He encouraged her to drink her water as he cuddled her close, curling her against him on her hip and off her sensitive behind. A different sub sporting a collar identifying her as the Baron’s quietly handed Sean a tube of something. As she wondered how many subs the owner claimed, Sean flipped aside the blanket baring her tingling cheeks. She stiffened, about to protest when he began spreading a cool cream all over her hot skin.
It felt so good, she settled against him deciding she no longer cared who saw
her red butt, especially since it had been on prominent display for the past half hour. After about fifteen minutes of alone time, which included whispered assurances, gentle kisses and soft caresses, Mara decided aftercare was worth anything Sean could mete out. As she shifted, her tender bottom scraping along the fabric of his pants made her wince. Immediately, she rethought her crazy notion.
As if the cocoon around them was time-limited, club members started coming up and introducing themselves, some alone, others in pairs. After a while, Mara noticed the Baron seated beside them, Sean’s crop and fur paddle in hand. She shook her head, amazed at his stealth.
“Don’t forget your tools, Master Sean. I think your sub earned the furry paddle.” With his long arms stretched across the back of the couch and one ankle crossed over the opposite knee, he seemed at home, which Mara supposed technically he was. As he spoke, he scanned the crowd, on constant alert should he be needed. “I hope you two enjoyed your first visit. Some of the members have talked and we’d like to extend provisional membership. Health screenings and testing, as well as a few other formalities need to be taken care of, but considering Pete’s recommendation, I’m sure all will check out fine.”
“We’d like very much to return, although I found out today I’ll be shipping out soon.”
“Sorry to hear, you two are the talk of the club, as I knew you would be. We have a per visit membership rate that might interest you, for officials who cycle through the capital. It’s very common among the military and congressional members.”
Mara, who’d been nearly dozing, perked up, amazed that members of Congress played here. Then again, if a sadist from the state department could come and play, why not a senator. Images of some of them in fetish wear, particularly the older ones she’d seen on the news, made her grimace. She had a flash of the president, stringing up the first lady for a session with a flogger. The image suddenly switched, as did their positions, which made her giggle.
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