“What?”
“You might want to read this before you get started.”
He took the file that she handed him and flipped it open. It was Jane's revised checklist. He scanned it quickly, his dick stirring in his pants as he read the amendments highlighted in red.
Closing the file, he moved to stand in front of Jane.
“You, sub. You left last session before receiving a punishment you had earned. I guess this is as good a time as any for a practical demonstration for the class on the difference between a punishment spanking and a sensual or reward spanking.”
“Demonstration?” Jane squeaked. She blushed to the roots of her hair, and the whole class laughed. Then she realized that Ben wasn’t laughing. He wasn’t even smiling. And he’d called her sub. Sub! She looked at him, trying not to show the hurt she felt.
“Yes, I think that’s a suitable add-on to your punishment for being a bratty sub last week.”
“And I ran away.”
“You safeworded first, pet. No punishment for that.”
Pet! He’d called her pet again. Maybe he wasn’t furious about what she’d done? She cleared her throat. “What do I have to do?”
“Strip.”
“What?”
He grinned at her. A shiver ran down her spine.
“Part of today’s lesson is on exhibitionism and voyeurism. If I recall correctly, in your profile, you listed exhibitionism as something you’d be willing to try within the confines of the club. So strip. Now.”
“But I thought it would be out there.” She gestured vaguely toward the main club was. “Not in here, in a brightly lit room with people I know watching.” Something caught her eye. “Or taking notes!”
Ben shrugged. Scaring her off was going to be easier than he thought. The strength of his disappointment surprised him and harshened his voice.
“Strip or go. If you can’t follow the simplest order from your training Dom, you are no submissive and have no business being here. You, blonde sub, Cara, up here now!”
There was a sudden sheen of tears in her eyes, and he felt like the biggest jerk in the world. He watched her dash away the moisture as Cara positioned herself in front of him. She had already changed into the corset and thong that the female trainees were wearing during training.
He pointed and Cara fell gracefully to her knees. It should have aroused him, but it didn’t. When he looked at her face, he felt nothing. His deflated cock didn’t even twitch at the sight of a beautiful, willing submissive on her knees.
Jane started to turn.
“Where do you think you're going?”
“I... well… you… she…” She trailed off, her voice thick with unshed tears.
“I didn’t give you permission to move, pet.”
“No, Sir.”
His cock twitched with life at the sound of Jane calling him Sir.
“Then don’t move unless it’s to kneel beside Cara.” His voice was softer now as he took care not to spook her, but his tone was firm.
Not spook her? Damn, was he losing his mind? Developing a split personality? He wanted to spook her. Or he did until he saw the hurt on her face. He’d do anything to take that hurt away.
If he was any kind of a Dom, a man, he’d spook the hell out of her now and send her on her way so she didn’t risk facing the same loss Julie did. Seeing her here, before him, trembling with hurt that he’d caused. He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t be an asshole to her.
He watched as she shrugged out of her coat. His cock stood at attention and threatened to burst through his leathers. Heaven have mercy. She was wearing her corset and thong. She toed out of her shoes and dropped gracefully to her knees beside Cara.
He watched as her bountiful breasts bounced when she hit the hard floor. Damn. She definitely was not graceful. What had he been thinking?
He watched as she tried to imitate Cara’s perfect posture, her knees spread, her hands palm up on her knees, her back ramrod straight.
“Cara, you may rise and go back to your seat.”
“Sir? Did I do something wrong?”
“No, you did well, Cara. But it's time for Jane’s punishment.”
He waited for Cara to rise and take her seat beside Andrew who was looking extremely amused. He looked around the room. Amanda and Jenna were also clearly enjoying the show.
He turned on his heel and walked over to a large, straight-back chair in the corner of the room. It was remarkable only in that it had no arms as a chair that sturdy usually did.
He hitched up his leathers and sat down.
“Now rise, come over here, and drape yourself across my lap for your punishment. If you're good, you’ll be getting a reward spanking later in the club.”
Jane’s knees hurt, but the pain was overshadowed by the pounding of her heart. He wanted her to walk over to where he sat, lie across his lap and wait for him to spank her. A punishment spanking.
And her ass would be bare. She was wearing a thong, but the string down the back covered nothing.
She looked over to see him waiting for her. This was it. Either she got up and did as he requested or she walked out and never came back. She would still have the ladies of the Kinky Book Club to consult on her book, but she’d lose Ben, not that he was ever really hers. And she’d lose her chance to explore a side of herself that she’d kept long buried.
She wasn’t her mother. She wouldn’t lose herself to a man who didn’t treat her right. Ben was a Dom, not an abuser. He’d respect her safe word if things got too tough for her. He’d already proven that.
She could do this.
Carefully, she stood. Then she took a step toward Ben, but she didn’t look at him. Then another step. And another until she was standing in front of him. She looked up. His gaze was on her, and suddenly, it was as if there was no one else in the room but the two of them.
She felt her breath catch. His gray eyes were almost silver, and they seemed to glow with the intensity of his gaze. She paused. He nodded encouragingly. Without words, he indicated how he wanted her across his lap.
Moving slowly, she complied, her left side against his rock-hard abs, his left hand pressing down on the small of her back. She grasped a bar that joined the front and back chair legs. She could feel his right hand on her ass, caressing it.
She could hear him say something, but she couldn’t make out the words over the thundering of blood in her ears.
Slap!
“Ouch!” The bastard had tugged on the thong and let it snap back.
“Do I have your attention now, pet?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“You’ve got twenty hard ones coming. Legs apart, now. If I have to, I’ll have Andrew come up here and tie them in the position I want.”
Reluctantly, she parted her legs. Thank goodness for the thong. It didn’t cover much, but at least it kept her lady parts private.
She felt Ben’s hand move, then a tug, and then she felt the air where she shouldn’t be feeling it.
Did he? Oh crap! He removed the thong.
Jane took a deep breath. It would be okay. She could do this. She could do this. He caressed her right cheek.
Smack!
His hand came down hard on the cheek he'd just caressed. He paused. That wasn’t so bad. It stung, but it didn’t actually hurt.
Smack, smack, smack!
He spanked her left cheek twice then her right. Damn, that had hurt. She could feel the heat radiating off her ass while the tears filled her eyes. He was pausing again, but she held tightly to the crossbar of the chair. Four down and sixteen to go.
She could do this. She could do this. She couldn’t do this.
The tears started falling. But she didn’t move as the blows rained down. Even worse, she could feel something else stirring inside her. She felt her clit begin to throb in time with the rhythm of the blows raining down. Her nipples, too, were hard and pulsing with the need to be touched. And she was wet. She could feel the moisture leaking out o
f her and wanted so badly to close her thighs, but she was afraid he’d make good his threat to have her tied in place.
What was happening to her? Was she turned on by the spanking… the punishment spanking.
Suddenly, he was tugging at her, but she had a death grip on the chair.
“It’s okay, pet. Punishment over. You can let go.”
His voice was soft and gentle, and it finally penetrated her brain that it was over and she could let go. She tried to stand but he shifted her until she was sitting across his lap.
She didn’t know if he’d been hard during the spanking; she was too focused on the pain, but he was hard under her thigh now. He held her tight.
“You can cry it out now, if you like. You took your punishment like a champ and we’re all good. We’re going to start over again with a clean slate.”
Jane wasn’t sure how long she cried. It was about more than her sore bottom, and he seemed to know it as he cuddled her close and murmured vague, reassuring noises into her ear.
When she was finally ready to sit up, she was shocked to realize they were alone. And her breasts had popped out of the corset while she was draped across his knee. She wanted to push them back in but she had a feeling that he wouldn’t like that, so she sat still and tried to ignore the fact that her breasts were on display for the class.
“Where did everyone go?”
He laughed.
“They cleared out of here before I removed your thong. Andrew took them to watch a fire play demonstration.”
“Oh.”
“You sound disappointed. Do you want me to bring them back in so I can spank you in front of them?”
“No, Sir. I’m fine!”
“Good girl. Hop up and we’ll go back to our little semi-private play station and I’ll introduce you to the joy of a sensual spanking followed by a selection of floggers.”
“Floggers?”
“Don’t worry. You’ll enjoy them, really enjoy them. And before I’m done, you’ll come. I’m planning on at least three times. Maybe four before I finally fuck your brains out, that is, if you're interested in sex today. Your revised check list says sex is on the table, but if you aren’t ready, I can give you the orgasms without sex.”
Jane thought she was going to swoon.
“Four times? That’s not possible!”
“As your Dom, I say it is.”
“Yes, Sir. If you say so.” She blushed and he grinned. She wanted to run and hide, but there was something she had to ask him. “Sir?”
“Yes, pet.”
“Is that was you meant last time by forced orgasm torture?”
He chuckled. It was a rich, full sound that made her go all squishy inside.
“No, .or forced orgasm torture, you’ll come a dozen times at least!”
“But that’s not possible!”
“Are you topping from the bottom again? Do you need another punishment spanking to help you remember not to be a bratty sub?”
“No, Sir!” she answered quickly. She wasn’t even sure she wanted a sensual spanking, but she knew she didn’t want another punishment spanking.
“And about what you asked before…” Suddenly she felt another blush firing up her cheeks and buried her face in his shoulder.
“Yes, pet?”
“Um, sex. As you mentioned, it’s still on the table.”
“That’s good to know because you have already left a damp spot on my leathers.”
Oh god! She wanted to fall through the floor, she wanted to curl up and die. She wanted him so bad, she was almost cross-eyed with desire.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Ben nearly came in his pants when he realized that the punishment spanking had made Jane so wet that he had a spot on his leathers. She definitely had a bit of the masochist in her even if she hadn’t realized it yet. He needed to get to know her better and understand her background before he pushed too much in that area. Not every masochist was comfortable with the notion, especially at first. He would go slowly in that area, but hot damn, it had turned her on.
Now for her reward. And his. He was going to introduce her to sensual pain. It would be nothing too intense. He’d concentrate on sensation today and make sure she had several orgasms before he finally got his own reward.
Shifting in the chair, he stood up, keeping Jane in his arms. She was nicely curved but just a little thing, almost a foot shorter than he was. She felt so good in his arms. He might just start carrying her everywhere.
“Amanda took your purse and coat to the changing room.” He didn’t want her distracted by anything as he shifted her again.
He loved the little sound of surprise she made as he shifted her so that she was draped over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. He made a point to fondle her ass as he stopped and talked with several of his fellow Doms, including Master Gabriel.
“That’s a fine, pink ass on your sub, Benjamin.”
“Thank you Master Gabriel. I had to punish her for being a brat, but I think she’s learned her lesson. Now I’m going to introduce trainee Jane to other forms of sensation.”
“Yes, well, if you have any trouble with her, please have someone come get me. You know how much I enjoy punishing misbehaving subs. I have a brand new birch switch I’m dying to try out.”
Ben suppressed a laugh. He could feel the shudder go through Jane’s body at Gabriel’s words.
“He’s gone now, pet. Was that a shiver of fear or desire?”
“Um, I’m not sure, Sir.”
“Well, Jane, full points for honesty. I’ve decided I’m definitely going for four orgasms for you today.”
There was that shiver again he realized with satisfaction.
Jane took slow, deep breaths as Ben attached her to the spanking bench. This time, she vowed to herself, this time she wouldn’t safeword unless the pain was unbearable, and maybe not even then. Ben had been so pleased with her response to Master Gabriel’s comment that she’d almost come from the sheer satisfaction of the moment of pleasing her Sir.
Her Sir.
He was, for now. She wondered if she’d ever have someone to call Master. Right now Ben was the only man she could see in that role, but maybe this feeling of closeness was only because he was the one training her
“Head up, pet.”
She lifted her head only to find her view going black as he placed a blindfold over her eyes.
“This is to help you focus. You can’t move. You can’t see. My voice and my touch are now your entire world.” She felt him sliding a hand down from her shoulder to her ass and then all the way down to her foot. He repeated the movement on her other side.
She felt him move so he was standing between her spread legs. She should feel self-conscious or embarrassed, but she was turned on. The leather of his pants was soft and sensual as it rubbed against her inner thighs. She felt his hands moving up her sides and then her corset loosened.
“You don’t need this now.” She froze at his words but stayed silent.
Then he eased it out from beneath her, and she was totally naked. Exposed. Excited. Scared. Tense. Aroused. Nervous. Her emotions were bouncing around like a pin ball game.
“Ouch!” Without warning, Ben had slapped her already sore ass.
“Do I have our attention now, pet?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good.” He started running his hand down her back. He repeated the motion several times, and she started to relax.
“Good girl. Now before we begin, let’s go over your safe words.”
“I won’t need them this time, Sir.”
“You always need them, pet, if for no other reason than you might get a cramp or find I’ve fastened one of your restraints too tight. If anything doesn’t feel right, you safeword right away, understand Jane? I won’t be angry or upset. In fact, if you have a problem, including anxiety, and don’t safeword, I’ll be very angry, and you won’t be having any orgasms for weeks. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir. Weeks?”<
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“Yes, weeks. Maybe even a month if you really piss me off. But you aren’t going to do that, are you, Jane? You are going to use your safe word if you need it. Right?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good. Now, what are they?”
“Green for good, yellow for slow down, and red for stop.”
Ben didn’t reply right away, and Jane wanted to see his expression, but she couldn’t move. He’d restrained her at so many points that other than wiggling her fingers and toes, she was completely immobile from the neck down.
She strained to hear what he was doing. She could hear a rustling and then some movement, and then thwack! Something came down hard on her shoulders. And yet, it didn’t exactly hurt. Thwack. It came down again.
“This, my dear Jane, is a flogger. This one is more about sensation rather than pain. In fact, I’ve been told that it can feel like a massage. I’m going to use this for a while, and when you get comfortable, I’m going to step it up a few times while I assess your response. Everyone has a different tolerance and a different preference. Now, no more talking for you, pet, unless you are asked a direct question or you want to safeword. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Jane had a thousand questions but she knew now wasn’t the time to ask them, so she just relaxed into the spanking bench and gave herself over to the sensation of the flogger.
It did feel a bit like a massage at first as he moved it from her shoulders, down her back to her ass, and then back up again. Then it seemed stronger, almost like a deep tissue massage. And then she stopped caring. It just felt damned good. She could feel a kind of glow. And arousal. Like with the spanking, her clit was throbbing in time with the rhythmic strokes.
Time passed. She was vaguely aware that he had changed floggers a few times. This one hurt… yet it didn’t. And she was so horny she could barely stand it. She tried to move to get some kind of friction on her clit
Suddenly, she felt him move to stand between her thighs. “Is this what you want, pet?” he asked as she felt him delicately flick her swollen clit. She moaned. Harder, she needed it harder. He flicked it again. She moaned louder.
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