by Berry, Kitty
“Um, Dominick? I need your help. Can you keep a secret?”
“That depends” he warns.
I tell him about my job and that I don’t want Damian to know yet. I explain that I’ll own up to it soon but that I want us to be more stable and secure in our relationship before I tell him. Dominick seems to buy the whole thing and we head out for Hard as Stone. It was way easier than I thought. I hope I don’t get Dominick into too much trouble. If Damian gets back before us, Dominick and I are both going to be over his knee.
We go in the back entrance and I head to my dressing room while Dominick finds a seat at the bar promising he won’t look anywhere near the stage while I’m performing. As I walk away I notice he’s on his cell. I hope he’s not on the phone with Damian telling on me.
Clark comes to tell me it’s time for my first set and he warns me that the owner just arrived to watch me. He tells me to break a leg and escorts me to the stage, my music starts and the curtain goes up.
I begin at the back of the stage with my back to the audience. As my music begins I roll my hips with my hands above my head. My right hip is jutting out to the side and my left knee is bent. When the beat of the drums enter into the song I begin to strut to the front of the stage with my hands calling to the crowd, begging them to come to me. A bunch of guys who are regulars take this to mean they should come to the foot of the stage as they always do. Two bouncers are always at the foot of the stage so I know none of them will jump up and get close enough to touch me. It still makes me nervous after that night with Mark so I quickly scan their faces to be sure none are his. When I get to the stripper pole that is in the middle of the stage I twirl around it a few times then continue to the front of the stage. Thirty seconds into the song when the lyrics begin I rip open my white men’s button down dress shirt to reveal my black lace push up bra. Then I pull my pigtails out and shake my hair loose before I take the whip that I have at my waist and snap it on the floor. I snap the whip a few times, let my shirt fall off my arms then I follow the whip’s path to the floor with my hand at the base of the striper pole and I reach for the hand cuffs. I cuff myself to the pole by my right wrist, raise and place my right leg on the pole then spin around it allowing the audience the first sight of my black G-string. One minute into the song when the chorus begins and I’m done spinning on the pole I look out into the audience again and right into Damian’s eyes. His eyes that are usually warm are cold but flaming with heat at the same time. He effortlessly jumps onto the stage and the bouncers let him, I’m not sure what the hell they’re thinking. He looks like a pissed off lunatic, why would they let him get near me? He rips his shirt off, flinging buttons all over the stage and throws it around me. The other guys in the audience are booing him and starting to get crazy.
Damian yells to the bouncers, “Shut that fucking shit down now and give me the fucking key for this!”
Drew, the smaller of the two bouncers near the stage gives Damian the key while the other one starts clearing the guys away from the stage. Damian uncuffs me and flings me over his shoulder. He walks down the stairs to the left of the stage and when we pass Clark, Damian asks, “Is the office empty?”
Is the office empty? And then it hits me. Why did I not put this together before? Hard as Stone. Stone! He’s the owner. Fuck!
He punches in a code to the office door, S-T-O-N-E no doubt and puts me down as he kicks the door closed behind us.
“Do you want to tell me what the fuck is going on here, Sydney or is it Cinnamon Stick?” he asks as he rakes his hands one after the other through his hair making him look more like a wild man than he just did when he effortlessly leaped up onto the stage.
“Okay, I can explain” I try to begin but he cuts me off.
“Damn fucking right you’re going to explain. I come in here to see this new girl who works for me, who is bringing in more money after only being here a few nights than some girls who have a following of regulars from years and I find you on the stage half fucking naked fucking a striper pole in a bondage scene.”
“Yeah, kind of ironic isn’t it?” I say trying to lighten the mood but he’s not having any of it.
“Being sassy is not going to help you right now, I can assure you that. You leave me no choice. You’re training is starting right now. Come here. You’ve had your one free pass but this” he points to my costume, “and that sassy mouth has earned you your first punishment and while we’re at it we may talk about a few other past punishable offenses.”
Damian sits down in the chair and I walk over to him knowing full well what’s about to happen.
“What are the safe words, Sydney?” he asks.
“Sticks and Stones.”
“Hmm…isn’t that ironic? Sticks? Cinnamon Stick? And Stones? You are even more cleaver than I thought” he growls. “Over my knee. Now. I am going to spank you until that sweet ass is red.”
I’m too scared to lay across his lap and when I don’t move he opens the desk and takes out a roll of thick tape.
“Did Dominick rat me out?” I ask.
“No, he knew I owned this club and he knew this was where I was going so he didn’t see any harm in bringing you here. He called Mac to let him know what you were up to and when Mac told me I couldn’t believe what I was hearing but then there you were right in front of my eyes on that stage looking like this” he snarls while he points to my outfit.
“Now hold your hands behind your back, wrists together and turn around. Do not hesitate this time Sydney, it’s only pissing me off more and I don’t think I am capable of being much more pissed than I am right now.”
I turn around; put my hands behind my back with my wrists together. I hear Damian pull the tape, it sounds like it’s a very long piece then he rips it with his teeth. I feel the stickiness on my wrists as he orders, “Stay still.”
When he’s satisfied that my hands are bound he swings me around and onto his lap. I feel his erection under me and I know that he’s enjoying this even if he is pissed off.
“You okay?”
“I…um…I think so. I’m scared it’s going to hurt.”
“You’re safe with me, you’ll be fine. Safe-word if you need to.”
I feel his smooth hands lift my skirt and he has to catch his breath when he sees my G-string. His hands rub over my ass then he bends and kisses both cheeks. He doesn’t make contact with me for a minute then he slaps me on my right buttocks hard. It stings and brings tears to my eyes.
“If you squirm I will not stop until you stay still. Understand?”
I shake my head yes but I know I am not going to be able to cooperate. My skin is already growing warm and pink but my body is surprisingly going loose. I feel his erection bounce under me and then the second slap is to my left then the third and fourth follow on my right in quick succession. I can’t believe how excited this is making me. It hurts more and more with every blow but the moisture between my legs is also rapidly increasing. He is smacking harder now and holding the back of my neck firmly. The grip on my neck feels like what I think mother cats do to their young as they pick them up. The kittens go limp in their grasp as I am limp in Damian’s grasp now. My excitement is growing and I am feeling the need to release my pent up desire. The pain I feel from each slap somehow turns into a feeling of pleasure that runs throughout my body. My need for an orgasm is off the charts. Damian must also sense my excitement because he leans down and whispers into my ear, “Do not come. You will not come unless you are told, Sydney. Do you understand me?”
“I can’t control it” I try to explain.
He runs his fingertips over the pink skin of my buttocks then hits me again saying, “You getting off on this? You will not come. Do you understand me? You will not come unless you are told.”
“Yes, I understand. I’ll try.”
“Good girl. You’re so fucking perfect.”
Damian gives each cheek a pinch and I try to squirm to avoid the pinches but he holds me firmly in place.
“Are you okay, baby? You with me?”
“Mmm”
“Syd? Ah, I think you’re in subspace, darling. Just focus on the sensations. I’m going to spank you harder now. Ready?”
“Mmmm”
“That’s my girl. Now let’s start with the night you got drunk in a bar” he says before he rains down three more blows. I gasp at the sensation of pain as it merges with the pleasure but I hold still and am rewarded with his praise.
“Beautiful. That’s a good girl. Just keep breathing nice and easy for me.”
The next two blows were for not telling him about working at Hard as Stone. I try to be silent but I can’t stop myself from yelling out. “Argh” I cry but it quickly turns into a moan, “ohhh”.
“You can take it, angel. Now these are going to be for sneaking out tonight” he says then hits me three more times causing me to yelp then moan again. “Ahh…ooohh.”
“And now for hiding the fact that a crazy lunatic had sent you flowers.” Two more. He smacks my ass again and colors are starting to form behind my eyes. I know I must be pink if not red, I can feel the heat on my buttocks and my brain is telling me this should hurt but all I feel is pleasure, a sweet warming and building inside me. Nothing else means anything to me right now, just Damian and I, the sensations that are running through me because of our shared energy.
He finishes with five fast and hard slaps that sting on my now sensitive skin. I know now that I must be red, I can feel the heat radiating off my ass.
“Damian…” I plead. He stops.
“What is it, angel. We’re done, you okay?”
“Uh, I…I um, need…”
“What do you need, baby?”
“Need to come.”
Damian stands me up and clears the desk with one hand while his other hand undoes his pants. He turns me around and nudges me up onto the desk on my knees with my hands still bound behind my back.
“I’m going to fuck you now from behind. It is going to be hard and fast and very deep. I am going to come inside you but you will not come. You are being punished and bad girls don’t get to come. If you come the punishment will start all over again. Do you understand me?”
“Yes” I say through tears. “But need to…”
“When I say so but I’m going to watch this tight red ass while I’m fucking you and you will wait to be told to come.”
Damian moves behind me and touches my dripping wet slit. “Holy Fuck, Sydney, you are so fucking wet baby. Did you like being spanked?” But I can’t answer him because I feel his very hard and very large tip at my weeping opening and before I get the chance to open my mouth he pushes completely inside of me in one thrust. He is standing at the desk fucking me from behind with all his might and I am having all I can do not to allow my body to betray me. I don’t have any idea how to control an orgasm and I can already feel the heat starting to rise and travel through my body.
“Careful now, you better control that” he warns through gritted teeth as he feels it too.
“Can’t.”
“Aww…fuck you’re so fucking tight, I can’t hold it any longer either. I’m. Gonna. Fucking. Come. Right. Now” he yells as he explodes long and hard and deep inside me. He pulls out of me instantly and falls to the floor on his knees. I pull myself into a ball on the desk.
It takes him a few minutes to catch his breath and recuperate, when he does he says, “Sydney, that was…” in gasps but then he stops when he sees me in the fetal position on the desk.
“Sydney, did I hurt you? Are you okay?”
I am rocking back and forth in a frustrated fit that I don’t know how to relieve with my hands still bound in the small of my back. I am shaking and my body is going cold. I am fighting back tears.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have…I got carried away. Please talk to me” he says as he is standing and pulling up his pants. He gathers me into his arms and kisses my head, inhaling my hair then he cuts my hands free with a pair of scissors from the desk drawer. “Baby, are you with me?”
“I think so, kind of, it’s weird. I’m okay, it’s just I didn’t think it would be like that. You hit me really hard and…” he cuts me off. “I spanked you really hard and you took it beautifully because you deserved it and you know it. I didn’t hit you, I would never hit you. There is a difference Sydney. If I hit you, your body would not have had the same reaction it did. You sank into subspace very fast for this being your first time.”
“Fine, you spanked me really hard twenty times.”
“You counted?”
“Yes, but that’s not what’s bothering me.”
“What’s bothering you, baby?”
“You taped my hands behind my back, I couldn’t cover myself. I just had to stay still and take every slap. They stung but they made me…”
“Hot? Yeah I could tell. When I touched your pussy you were dripping wet for me. And you did really well, baby. You almost came before I even fucked you but I’m proud of you, you didn’t come.”
“Uh, yeah, that’s kind of the problem I’m having now.”
“Mmm…I understand. So you did like it? This reaction is frustration over me withholding your pleasure?”
“I don’t know that I liked it but I didn’t hate it. I’m just confused. But you seemed to like it. ”
“Sydney, I’ve wanted to do that since this pretty, smart mouth of yours was talking to me about blow jobs in Alex’s office. I enjoyed every last minute of it until I saw you in a ball. I thought I had gone too far, I thought you were scared, hurt or sub dropping. I don’t ever want to scare or hurt you. Please don’t ever let me, okay? Safe-word me before I scare you, promise me that” he says with that authoritative commanding voice of his.
Damian fixes his pants and runs his hands through his hair then tells me to get up and follow him. He is shirtless as I still have his shirt on my body.
“Wait, what? Aren’t you going to make me, I mean I need to..”
“I’m sure you do but I already told you that was a punishment and it’s not going to happen. You’ll wait until I say you can come and then the next time you think about hiding something from me you’ll remember the consequences. I think me not allowing you an orgasm might be worse for you then the spanking. You seemed to enjoy the spanking; I wouldn’t want to encourage your bad behavior so you could get yourself over my knee again.”
As disappointment settles over me he leads me into the dressing room area and when we approach the other girls look at me in awe. Damian’s shirtless body has caused gasps of pleasure to escape more than one of them. They all look at each other and when he nods towards the door they all scamper out. On their way out of the room one of them whispers, “You are so lucky.” If she only knew.
Damian grabs the bottle of baby oil that is kept for making the girls look wet and shiny on stage. He tells me to lift my skirt and lean over the vanity. I do as he says not knowing what to expect. Damian begins to massage the oil over my sore red ass all the while enjoying the burning against his hand no doubt. It feels better with him rubbing but it still burns and I wish he would accidently slip a finger or two inside me, in the state I’m in at the moment that’s all it would take to shatter me.
“Your ass looks so fucking hot like this. Does it still hurt?”
“A little, it feels better when you rub it. Maybe rub a little lower?” I try to persuade him.
“We’ll take a warm bath when we get home, you’ll feel better and I’m not rubbing lower, I know what you’re trying to do. Not gonna happen, babe. Now, come we need to get you dressed so you can get your stuff and say good-bye.”
“Say good-bye?”
“Yes, you can either quit or I will fire you but either way I will not have any man besides me seeing your body like this” he sneers as he looks me up and down with fire in his eyes. “It’s never going to happen, do not fight me on this. You’re too red and sore, I don’t want to have to take you back over my knee” he warns but I continue an
yway. Maybe a few more slaps over his knee will make me come.
“I don’t want to quit. I like dancing. It makes me feel sexy and alive instead of my usual vulnerable and undesirable.”
“I don’t make you feel sexy and alive? Safe and desirable?” he asks with a hurt tone to his voice.
“You do but I can’t explain it. It makes me feel powerful over the guys watching. I’ve never felt like that before. When Ryan…it’s just he took all the power away from me. One night Parker and I were hanging out at our apartment with some of her friends and they thought doing something like this might be good for me. I only started this because a bunch of Parker’s friends from Hot…oh my, God. You own Hot Stones too, don’t you? You know Parker? You’re her boss? You sent her to Paris!”
“Sydney, calm down. Yes, I’m her boss but I don’t know her personally, she works for me. I sent her to Paris but that had nothing to do with us if that’s what you’re thinking. She was scheduled to go long before I met you.”