“I came without permission, Master.” Amy whispered, feeling a stab of guilt. Looking back, how hard would it have been to wait for their consent? Really, she considered herself a strong woman. It should be easy to hold off her release. Next time, she wouldn’t come without their say-so. “It won’t happen again.”
Amy heard Alec laugh and immediately felt irate. Chad must have seen it in her eyes, for his lifted the corner of his mouth in a half smile. He shook his head, as if she didn’t know anything. She knew herself, damn it! It had just been a weak moment for her, being touched by them in such a way. She could control herself.
“Six stripes to wear to the club this evening, showing everyone that you received your discipline like a good girl. To reward you for accepting the strike of my cane, I will tell you what you can expect. The force of my swing will not be as hard as it would be had you had experience, which is why you will not need a warm-up. Normally, I like to warm the flesh of a sub’s ass before she accepts the harsh sting of my cane. Since I will be holding back to give you just a taste, yet hard enough to leave a mark for all to see, I will deliver three to each lovely cheek. I will pause between each strike, so that you may catch your breath.”
What breath? Amy was relatively sure that he’d sucked all the oxygen out of the room. Her ass felt like it had already caught fire and she wasn’t even sure what the strike of a cane felt like. Did it sting? Did it smack? Did it ache? Did it burn? When Chad stood up, Amy felt like she was ready to panic, but the brush of his fingers through her hair was all it took to calm her down. He then left her line of sight. She would accept his discipline and make both Chad and Alec proud. She could do this. She wanted to do this.
“My suggestion is to not tense up,” Chad said. “When we are through, you are to continue to remain in position while Alec completes his painting. I’m thinking this special painting should be placed over our bed, so that each time you crawl underneath the covers, you are reminded to heed our instructions. Are you ready, angel?”
“Yes, Master,” Amy answered, although her thoughts started to whirl at the mention of their bed. Did that mean they were going to sleep together this evening? Did Chad mean Alec, too? Were their sleeping arrangements to change? She faintly heard a hissing sound before feeling a searing stripe of pain on her left buttock. “Ahhhh!”
Amy locked her knees before they could buckle and tightened her grip on the rubber handles of the block in front of her. The line of fire was the most intense thing she’d ever felt and the air left her lungs. It was the surprise of the cane, not the actual impact that caused her reaction. Chad hadn’t used it as hard as she’d seen other Dominants in the club and she was very, very grateful, but that didn’t mean it hadn’t shocked her to her core.
“Will you hesitate when we give you an order?”
“No, Master,” Amy said, although her voice sounded hoarse.
When Alec had paddled her, the heat seemed to spread throughout her entire buttocks. The stroke of Chad’s cane seemed to stay within the confines of that half-inch line, making her want to place her hand overtop of what was sure to be a red stripe. She heard the faint hissing sound again, but before she could tense her muscles, another streak of fire landed, causing her to cry out.
“You mark beautifully, angel,” Chad said, his tone dropping an octave. Did this arouse him? “Will you hesitate when we give you an order?”
“No, Master,” Amy said, the words coming out stronger than before.
“Shall we finish your left cheek and give something for Alec to paint, while we work on your right side?”
It was a question and he expected an answer. There were two strikes from the cane coming her way due to her previous noncompliance. “Yes, Master.”
“Very well.”
Amy couldn’t prevent herself from tensing and when the cane fell, she instantly regretted her body’s response. This one smarted enough to bring tears to her eyes. It was hard to believe, but she could feel the three individual streaks on her left cheek. The third seemed to throb in time with her heartbeat, whereas the others just felt as if someone was keeping the flame of a match against her skin. When Chad’s hand brushed against the searing marks, Amy squealed.
“No worries,” Chad murmured. “By the time Alec has completed his work and we’re ready to leave for the club, I’m sure you’ll be able to sit down. This is a discipline, not punishment, so you will not bruise. I’m only making your skin tender.”
Tender? Amy tried to relax under the touch of his hand, which felt a tad bit more than tender, but she wasn’t about to argue with him. She had three more to go and wouldn’t disappoint them now. What she hadn’t expected was Chad’s fingers to slide from her buttock to her exposed folds. He took two fingers and brought them up, catching her moisture.
“I wouldn’t have guessed it, angel, but it seems as if a bit of pain arouses you. You’re as wet as Niagara Falls. Now, what was that third strike to remind you of? Ah, yes, now I remember. Will you answer when asked a question?”
Amy wanted to shake her head no to his previous observation, but knew that the evidence gave her away. She never would have thought her body responded to pain either, yet the three sharp individual pains seemed to have a straight path to her clit, making it pound in need. What a conundrum. She was just glad that wasn’t a question, because she’d been using this time to gather her wits before he started to work on her other cheek. Had her left cheek really only received three? And he thought that was tender? Amy knew she needed to focus on what he was asking, though.
“Yes, Master.”
“Alec is painting like he’s obsessed, so I know he’s enjoying the view as much as I am. Would you like me to describe it to you?”
If it meant buying a little more time to catch her breath, Amy was all for it. “Yes, Master.”
“It reminds me of a bedpost with notches carved into it. The three signifies us and as you walk through the club tonight, everyone will know you belong with Alec and me.”
Amy was going to suggest that they should leave it at three, but knew that would probably only garner her more. She immediately felt guilty for having thought that, as she wasn’t being very accepting of her discipline. She was also having a hard time wrapping her brain around the fact that her body seemed to enjoy what was being done to it. Amy had only ever thought of herself as enjoying exhibition, not being a masochist.
“I think Alec would like to see a matching set, so shall we continue?”
“Yes, Master,” Amy answered, struggling not to clench her cheeks together. She knew she wasn’t a masochist with her reaction, but that didn’t mean she didn’t enjoy a bite of pain, as Chad had said. With every scene, it seemed as if Chad and Alec opened her up to accept new things about herself. She was grateful and ready for the remaining strikes in regards to her discipline. “Let’s continue, Master.”
As the words left her mouth, they seemed to cover up the faint hissing sound she normally heard when the cane was cutting through the air. With no warning this time, Amy cried out as the rattan landed on fresh, flawless, milk-white skin. She was glad to be facing the opposite direction, as she wouldn’t want Alec to capture her lips looking like a fish. She ended up sucking her bottom lip into her mouth as a line of sharp, hot pain seared into her ass.
“Will you move out of position?”
“No, Master,” Amy whispered, laying her head down in the middle of the handles. How many were left? Two, that’s right. She could do this.
Hiss.
The cane made impact, making Amy swing her head back up. Her lips pursed once more, a sound escaping that she wasn’t quite sure what to make of. Much to her mortification, Amy felt a trickle of moisture leak out of her pussy and down the inside of her leg. She felt Chad reach down and catch it with his finger. Did she just hear a smack of his lips? He must have tasted her, which sent her arousal even higher.
“Will you move out of position, angel?”
“No, Master, I’ve learned m
y lesson.”
“This is all about maintenance, Amy. Alec always said you needed a firm hand, and I didn’t believe him. Imagine my surprise when he turned out to be right. And imagine my pleasure that you respond to my favorite implement. One of these days, I will work you up so that the strikes of my cane give you so much pleasure it takes you to subspace.”
Amy would have thought that when Chad left marks on her right cheek, her left wouldn’t have still felt like someone had poured three lines of kerosene on her skin and lit it with a lighter. But now, she could feel the distinct difference between the five lines that were now marring her skin.
“I think Alec is waiting for us to finish. You’ve done so well, angel. One more. And I will ask my question beforehand so that you think on it as my cane finds its mark. Will you ever come again without permission?”
“No, Master!” Amy cried out, stressing as much as she could that she would follow their orders and seek their approval.
Hiss.
This one felt as if he’d added a little extra force, as her body involuntarily tried to lift her tiptoes from the impact, but she’d managed to curl them and stay in position. That scorching sensation instantaneously combusted, yet Amy knew that Chad hadn’t even remotely come close to caning her the way she’d seen other submissives take it from their Doms. What had he said? Caning wasn’t for beginners, which is why he would go light. Light? Amy didn’t want to think what it would feel like if he’d been more aggressive.
“Your first caning went very well, angel.”
“Thank you, Master,” Amy whispered, laying her head back down on the block in front of her. It felt as if her entire body was perspiring from the effort to remain in place, as well as from receiving the cane, and hoped it didn’t ruin the corset that Alec had painted on her. Water from the shower did nothing to it, so she was probably safe. She’d check once Alec gave her permission to stand.
“I think we’ve found an effective discipline,” Alec said, his voice carrying across the room. “Chad, let me see your handiwork.”
“Won’t she look beautiful at the club? Look at how swollen her clit is as it glistens with her juices. It won’t go unnoticed that she’s wanting and craving release. The question is, will she earn her orgasm?”
Amy would have given anything to be able to release the handles and rub her ass, but then thought about what it felt like when Chad did it and realized that maybe that was a bad idea. Staying in this position was doing exactly what they had intended it to do, as what she had done wrong was running through her mind. How hard was it to answer them? It wasn’t and she would from now on. And to come without permission? Alec had laughed earlier when she’d said that she wouldn’t come anymore, but she wouldn’t. She wouldn’t. Yet, if she had been allowed to touch herself, Amy knew it would have taken less than five seconds to reach her release.
“Will you go and grab our bag? I’ll finish up here and then we can head out.”
“Would you like me to help enhance her color before I go?”
“What do you have in mind?” Alec asked.
Amy felt his finger slide through her folds again. What she would give for him to push it inside of her, but instead she ended up crying out when he gathered her cream and rubbed it down her first stripe. It wasn’t the wetness that caused her reaction, but the pressure of his finger following the mark.
“Very nice,” Alec murmured, as she heard strokes of his brush rapidly painting on the canvas. “Do each one.”
Amy had to bite her lip to keep from screaming out her disagreement. Chad took his time and for each blemish, gathered her moisture that was now leaking out of her pussy in a hasty pace, and slowly lathered them one by one. Why did Chad doing this to her make her even more aroused? She wanted to push back, but knew she needed restraint. Amy decided she meant that in the literal sense, too. If Chad and Alec tied her up, she wouldn’t be able to move out of position.
“Damn, but you’re lovely,” Chad murmured, as he stepped away. “I’m going now and changing, before I decide to take that lovely pussy now.”
Take it, Amy thought desperately. But as she heard Chad’s footsteps cross the floor, she knew that wasn’t going to happen. Silence descended, although she could still hear the swish of Alec’s brush against the rough canvas. The smarting of her six red lines stayed with her minute by minute as the clock ticked away. In an odd way, instead of feeling resentment at being disciplined, Amy had felt their tender care in the time they had taken to discipline her. They were training her to their specifications and she wanted to exceed them. Time passed as Amy’s thoughts focused on how to please them.
“Stand.”
Alec’s order took her by surprise, and when Amy tried to bring herself up as directed, her body didn’t want to obey. She gave a guttural groan when Alec’s strong hands started to massage her lower back. His fingers were like magic.
“Take your time. I’ve kept you in this position too long, which is why I thought having the block to lean on would benefit you. I guess not enough, but we’ll smooth the kinks out. Slowly, rise up.”
Amy did and kept her head down, soaking in his attention. Her ass still stung, but much to her amazement, it wasn’t as bad as she thought it would still be. It kind of felt like six different heartbeats lined up on her ass. How long had she been there after Chad had left? And where was Chad?
“There you go,” Alec crooned, as he then turned her to face him. He took her right arm and slowly kneaded her flesh all the way down to her fingers, which gave her the most discomfort. She’d been holding on to the handles with all her might. “Feel good?”
“Yes, Sir.” Amy looked up at him through her lashes, noticing his eyes were a lighter shade of green than they were when he had placed her in position hours ago. His work caused an intensity in him that she loved, yet seeing the fun side to him within the fairer color made her want to play—without receiving discipline. “Are you excited for this evening, Sir?”
The left side of his mouth tilted up in a smile. The butterflies returned to her stomach. He had such a devilish sparkle shining in his eyes that Amy wanted to leave for the club right now. What did they have planned for her?
“No doubt about it,” Alec replied, taking her other arm and doing the same thing to help her loosen up. “I hear Chad coming down the hall now. We’ll get you ready and head on out.”
“How is our little sub doing?” Chad asked, walking into the room with a black bag. He set it on the floor.
“I think she’s a little impatient to hit the club. Did you bring everything?”
“All of it, and more,” Chad answered. “You never know what we’re going to need. Angel, hands clasped behind your neck, breasts out. It looks like Alec’s been giving a rubdown. He can do the same to your nipples. I want them tight and extended, ready for the special nipple clamps that Alec was nice enough to buy you for this evening.”
It wasn’t as if Amy hadn’t heard such things before at her brothers’ club, but hearing the naughty words fall from Chad’s lips had her nipples tightening all on their own. She’d seen numerous clamps as well, but had never experienced them herself. Would they hurt? Amy lifted her arms, now feeling a lot better due to Alec’s magical hands, and clasped her fingers behind her neck.
When Alec rolled her nipples between his fingers, Amy couldn’t hold back a gasp. She hadn’t realized how in need of attention they were. Her backside had been given all the devotion and the rest of her body forgotten. Alec didn’t manipulate them softly. If anything, his pinch was hard and he tugged on them while watching her reaction. Having him observe her response was just as tantalizing as what he was doing.
“Alec and I decided that the Japanese Clover Clamps would work best this evening.” Chad walked over with two silver clamps attached by a chain, with white pads on the inside of each vise. They didn’t look all that bad. In his other hand, he held a white leash that matched the white lace that was painted on the underside of her breasts. An image of t
hem parading her around the club caused a tremor of excitement to run through her. “Since Alec painted a collar on you, the leash will attach to the chain. I’m warning you now, if you do not follow along with the appropriate space, these will tighten as your leash is pulled. Trust me, you don’t want that.”
Alec released her nipples and reached out his hand. Chad dropped the clamps into the palm of his hand, although he kept a hold of the leash. This was it—her first experience with clamps. All the subs at her brothers’ club seemed to enjoy them and Amy arched her back a little more, wanting to show her appreciation that they’d thought of her when making the purchase.
“Deep breath,” Alec murmured, taking her right nipple in between his fingers and pulling it slightly away from her body.
When he closed the clamp around her distended nipple, Amy’s first thought was that this was worse pain than the six marks on her ass. What started out as a slight sting turned into a raging fire. It felt as if her nipple was about to be singed right off of her body. The worst part was that she forgot to take his advice and had no air in her lungs left to scream. As Alec caressed the chain, his other hand reached for her other nipple. She wasn’t sure she could handle it, yet the stripes on her ass reminded her not to move.
“Do you need a minute to adjust, angel?” Chad said, reaching up and tucking some strands of hair behind her ear. The reassuring touch was exactly what she needed. Making sure not to move her arms, Amy started working her lungs. The burn didn’t ease, but her body seemed to be accepting it a bit better. “You’ll become used to it.”
“I’m ready, Sir,” Amy said, directing her response to Alec. She loved that Chad didn’t move his hand away, but instead, started to stroke her hair. She closed her eyes, relishing the intimacy while Alec rolled her left nipple and tugged. Taking his earlier advice, she took a deep breath. The clamp closed tightly around her nipple. “Ahhh!”
“Accept the burn,” Chad murmured, taking his hand away, much to her disappointment.
How could both sides of her feel like she was on fire, yet be two totally different temperatures? It didn’t make sense, yet that was the only way she could describe it. Accept the burn? Would it be like this the entire evening? The subs that she knew didn’t seem to be in pain, yet Amy wasn’t certain she could make it through the night feeling like this.
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