by Measha Stone
Peter worked the buckle open and ripped the leather from his pants. Two sets of naked buttocks clenched at the sound.
He really did have a good job.
Folding over the leather, he stepped up to Aubree first. Let Azalea hear the spanking and wait for her own. Maybe the anticipation would get her head in the right spot.
“Ten, and I don’t want to hear a sound, Aubree.” He placed his hand flat on the small of her back to keep her steady and delivered the standard punishment. Other than a gasp and groan, she remained quiet during the spanking.
Peter watched her ass bounce beneath his belt as the creamy skin morphed into a rosy blush. But what kept drawing his attention was Azalea peeking over her shoulder to see the punishment being given.
“Eyes forward, Azalea,” he finally ordered when his cock reacted to her brazen snooping. It wasn’t unusual for his dick to get hard during a punishment. He wouldn’t act on it, but he wouldn’t deny watching beautiful asses burn up beneath his punishing hand got him hard.
This time was different. It wasn’t until his eyes met Azalea’s that he felt anything other than duty.
He finished the last stroke of Aubree’s punishment.
“Think you can remember to sign out next time you go out?” he asked the back of her head.
“Yes, sir.” She nodded. He doubted it would be the last time she’d break the rule. Whether she actually forgot or because she just wanted a taste of true discipline, she’d find herself in this exact position soon enough.
He flipped her skirt down and helped her to stand from the couch.
“You shouldn’t have had to wait so long for this discussion, so you’ll be paid for the last two shifts you missed.” He patted her hands and let them go.
“What about the tips I missed?” she asked, her fingers fidgeting at her sides. Experienced or not, her ass was probably on fire and, as soon as she was out of his sight, she’d be rubbing it out.
“Don’t push it,” he said with a cocked brow. “Go stand in front of Azalea. Hold her hands for her. She won’t be able to stop from reaching back, and I don’t want to hurt her,” he instructed, noting the tension creep into Azalea’s body at his words.
“Yes, sir.” She dropped her gaze and went around the couch. Kneeling on the cushions, she reached out for Azalea. “It’s okay, hon,” Peter heard her whisper. “Ten isn’t so bad.”
Hmm. Maybe it was time to increase the strokes for the more experienced submissives in their employ.
“Give her your hands, Azalea. You wanted so badly to be here, now you’re here.” He touched her ass with his fingers. He never touched the Annex girls in such a way during their punishments. No intimacy, but Azalea wasn’t one of the Annex girls.
Peter saw Aubree catch the touch, and a soft frown appear on her lips. Maybe it was time he spoke with her about putting herself up for a long-term contract. Maybe she was ready for more than short-term clients and hour sessions.
Once Azalea’s hands were holding Aubree’s, he flattened his on her back in the same way he had on Aubree’s.
“When I tell you to stay somewhere until I come get you, what should you do?” he asked, adjusting his grip on the belt.
“Stay there,” Azalea answered after a long pause. Maybe she was considering fighting him on the punishment. He’d hoped seeing Aubree take her spanking so easily, she would accept hers as well. Ten strokes, at least while Aubree was in the room.
“Why didn’t you?” he asked glancing at Aubree. She had focused on Azalea, holding her and giving what support she could.
“I—” she sighed. “I don’t know.”
Not entirely true, but he would explore it with her later. Aubree was a stranger, and he wouldn’t force Azalea to spill her guts before her.
“Not really an answer, but I don’t want to keep Aubree here all day while you try to elaborate.” He patted her bottom, enjoying the slight bounce of her cheek. “Here we go. Ten.” He didn’t bother telling her to keep quiet. She either would out of sheer stubbornness, or she’d be unable to hold back the noise. He needed more time to train her.
Time. A concept he had no desire to contemplate at the moment.
She jolted with the first strike and stiffened with the second.
“Soften this ass, Azalea.” He tapped the folded end of the belt against her cheeks.
Once her muscles relaxed, he laid down the third and fourth swats of the belt. She didn’t make any noise, stubborn girl, but she did put her legs out straight behind her to clench once more.
He simply slapped the back of her thighs until she lowered them. “Don’t do that again, or you’ll have ten more belt lashes across your thighs,” he warned. Aubree looked up at him with his threat, but quickly concentrated on Azalea again, whispering something into her ear that he couldn’t make out.
“I asked you to hold her hands, not give her sympathy through her punishment,” he reprimanded sharply.
“Sorry,” Aubree muttered and pinched her lips together.
With a nod, he went back to the job before him. Azalea hadn’t turned back to look at him when he spoke. He brushed her hair from her back, letting it curtain around her face.
Another brush of his hand across her naked flesh, and he was ready to begin again.
He brought the leather down, over and over again, counting the strokes in his head. Watching them fall onto her round buttocks and create the red lines across her ass made his balls tighten in his slacks.
Azalea lifted her legs again after a hard swat to the sweet upcurve of her ass but quickly dropped them. She still hadn’t said a word, but her grunts were getting more pronounced.
“Do you think you can manage to stay where I ask you to, or will I have to start tying you down?” he asked, the last strike ready to be delivered.
He heard a sniffle, soft and gentle—much like her—before she spoke.
“Yes.” Another small sniffle. “Sir.”
He darted his gaze to her, expecting to see the back of her head, but instead, finding her staring over her shoulder at him, her eyes shimmering from unfallen tears. Could she be teasing him at the end of her punishment?
No. There wasn’t any merriment in that gaze. She wasn’t a manipulator; he doubted she knew the skill at all.
Pulling back, he unleashed the last—and hardest—of the lashes across both ass cheeks. She cried out but didn’t move, just dropped her head, her shoulders shaking without sobs.
Aubree brushed back Azalea’s hair from her face and wiped the tears from her cheeks. The scene so sweet, so arousing, Peter almost wished he could break his rule about playing with the Annex girls.
“Aubree, you’re finished here. Tommy will be sure to get you on the roster tonight at whichever club you choose.”
She nodded and climbed off the couch, giving Azalea one more pat to her shoulder before she made her way from the room.
He stood behind Azalea still, watching her as she pressed her hands to the couch cushions, waiting for his instruction.
“You aren’t finished.” He laid a hand to her ass, enjoying the tremble going through it.
Chapter 13
Azalea watched the last tear drop to the leather beneath her. Her bottom lip hurt from biting down on it while Peter delivered the fiery strapping. It hadn’t been worse than her first, but he definitely made his point. Having another woman there, watching, hadn’t worsened the experience as she first feared when she realized what Peter meant to do. In fact, having Aubree hold her gave her some comfort.
She slid backward, trying to get her feet on the floor, but he cupped her ass, stilling her.
“Not yet,” he said as he gripped her flesh, his fingertips digging into her sore bottom.
“Peter, I’m sorry.” Maybe an apology would move this along. Her backside hurt, and if she squeezed her legs together she could feel her own arousal collecting. She needed to get away from him and take care of the problem. “I’ll leave you alone while you work.”
; He released her but didn’t take his touch away from her. The warmth of his skin on her already-hot bottom sank into her, making her clit tingle.
“Remember last night when I said we’d talk about honesty this morning?” He moved his hand in circles around her ass.
“Yeah, I remember. I didn’t lie to you this morning,” she pointed out, trying to look over her shoulder at him, but all her damn hair was in the way.
“You didn’t exactly answer me, though, either. So, we’re going to work on that, now. I’m going to ask you a question and if you answer honestly, you’ll be rewarded. If you lie, even a tiny bit, I’ll reapply the belt.”
The game sounded easy enough, but so far nothing with Peter had been what it seemed.
“I want to know why, exactly, you tried to stop me from punishing Aubree.” His hand stilled, like he was giving her his full undivided attention.
“Do I have to be hanging upside down for this?” she asked, needing another moment to think before answering.
“Deflection is a form of dishonesty,” he said, and she clenched her ass, waiting for the belt to descend on her again. But it didn’t come. Instead, he helped her back over the couch to her feet and brushed her hair away from her face.
“Get out of these jeans and sweater and climb up on the desk. On all fours,” he directed her. The room must have been used for the purpose of discipline; there was nothing on the desk. No file cabinets, no telephone anywhere. Just a large mahogany desk with one chair and the couch with a coffee table in the room.
She didn’t hesitate to obey him, glad he hadn’t taken the opportunity to strap her again.
Once she climbed up, feeling the unforgiving, cool wood press against her bare knees, she tried to see him again. But he was behind her, his fingers trailing down her spine and over her ass.
“You have a few welts, and I think this one will bruise.” He pressed into the sensitive spot. She hissed at the horrible sensation.
He draped the leather belt over her back and slipped a hand between her clenched thighs. He wiggled his hand and pinched her thighs until she spread her legs. He could have simply told her to open them, but she was sure he enjoyed it more this way.
“Why did you try to stop the punishment for Aubree?” he asked while dragging a fingernail up and down her inner thigh, almost touching her arousal, yet too far away to satisfy her.
“I—” she huffed. She couldn’t admit she’d been sitting in the office thinking about him touching someone else and felt a pain in her chest. No, she was not going to tell him she had even an ounce of jealousy for what he was going to do.
“Did you think I was going to harm her?” He dug his nail deeper into her flesh.
“No.” Of that she’d been sure. When he’d strapped her for trying to escape, he’d been hard on her, he’d hurt her, but he hadn’t harmed her.
“Did you think she didn’t deserve the punishment?” His fingers brushed her pussy lips as he moved to her other thigh.
“I didn’t know what she’d done wrong, so—I guess not.” She closed her eyes when he pinched her again.
“Good girl. See? This is going well.” He lightly tapped her clit. “Fuck, you’re wet, Azalea,” he said running his thumb through her folds. “Here, see?” Leaning over her, he presented his thumb for her view.
Glistening with her juices, the proof was right in front of her eyes. She swallowed, trying to ignore the bit of embarrassment welling inside her.
“Clean my finger, Azalea,” he ordered, bringing it to her lips. She couldn’t do that, not like this, displayed on all fours on a desk.
“Remember, good behavior comes with rewards.” He wiggled his thumb. He enjoyed her humiliation too much.
She opened her mouth and took his finger inside, licking off the sweet flavoring of her juices. He pulled it out of her closed lips, creating a pop.
“Good girl.” He pet her head, down her back, and to her ass. “Did you want to watch her get her spanking?”
She shook her head. A sound swat to her ass answered her.
“No, I didn’t want to watch.” Though she would admit to herself, that being next to Aubree while she’d received her belting had been more arousing than she would have guessed. Hearing her little gasps, the leather snapping against her upturned ass, the feel of the breeze as the belt whizzed through the air before making contact on the other woman’s backside had all heightened her senses and aroused state.
“Did you not want me touching someone else? Were you—jealous?”
Fuck him for coming up with that question. If she lied, he would know right off, and she’d be getting that damn belt again instead of the pleasurable fondling. And she was too hot not to be touched by him.
She sighed. He already knew the truth. All his other questions had just been an opportunity to drag out the session and make her believe she wouldn’t have to admit to the real reason.
“I-it seemed strange. I didn’t like it.” It was as close to admitting the jealousy as she would come.
“Ah.” He slipped a finger into her pussy. Her answer must have pleased him. She lowered her lashes, biting down hard on her tongue, trying not to moan with the delicious feeling of his finger inside of her.
“And was it worth getting your ass belted, too?” he asked while sliding a second digit into her.
“Hmmm.” She nodded.
“I see,” he said and pulled away from her. “How does someone who was sheltered as much as you were have so many dirty thoughts and fantasies?” He grabbed her ass.
She wasn’t sure how to answer that question. She hadn’t thought about it before.
He spread her ass cheeks wide, and she crawled a bit forward.
“No, you stay put,” he admonished. “This little pucker here—” He pressed a fingertip to the spot she hadn’t even touched. “I think after I’ve fucked your pussy, I’ll fuck this, too. And your mouth. I’ll use every hole your body has to offer. And you’ll become even more jealous at the thought of me touching another woman.”
She squeezed her eyes closed, promising her body anything it could possibly want if it would just stop responding to his crude words.
“You got wet while I was spanking Aubree.” He leaned forward and swiped his tongue over her asshole. She whined but didn’t move. That shouldn’t have felt as good as it did.
“You enjoyed hearing her little gasps, seeing the belt cross her ass. If you had seen how pretty her cheeks bounced, I think you would have touched yourself.”
She tried to block out his words, but he wouldn’t be ignored.
She heard a suckling sound and a pop right before she felt his wet finger pushing against her asshole again. She clenched down, but he smacked her hard.
“Submit everything, Azalea,” he reminded her again of her promise. “Relax and breathe.”
She fisted her hands.
“You’re going to come like this, with my finger in your ass.”
“I was honest. I didn’t lie.”
“Don’t mistake this for a punishment. This will teach you a different lesson. Pleasure comes in all sorts of ways. Be quiet while I fuck your ass and your pussy with my fingers.”
Her thighs tightened, and she thought of lunging off the desk, but when two of his fingers reentered her pussy, she found herself leaning forward, resting her forehead on the desk, and allowing him more access to her body.
So fucking full. And good, and warm. He pumped in and out of both her openings. Her breath picked up; her heart raced.
“Soaking wet, my little hideaway slut.”
His words could have been fucking her as well, with the way her body reacted to them. She was acting like a slut. On all fours, her ass in the air, letting him touch her the way he was.
A dirty little slut.
“Come for me, Azalea. Come hard for me, and don’t you dare be quiet about it. I want to hear your screams.” He pumped harder and faster, and she found herself backing into him, fucking his fingers as much as he was f
ucking her.
“Oh. Oh. Fuck,” she chanted, gripping the sides of the desk and gyrating against him.
“Such a beautiful red ass,” he praised, curling his fingers inside her pussy. “Such a naughty girl you were, but now you’ll be good. You’ll be my little slut and come.”
“Oh fuck!” She lurched backward at him. A small touch, maybe his pinkie, to her clit set off all the rockets in her body, and she screamed. She yelled his name, she cursed, she praised the heavens, she lost track of language and time, and she simply rode his fingers, feeling the burn in her ass, the pulsations in her pussy until the very last tingle of her orgasm faded away.
With a huff, she collapsed forward again, her cheek pressed against the warm wood.
His fingers slid out of her body, and he spoke soothingly. She heard him, and on some level understood him, but he sounded so far away. Somewhere above her, or behind her, she couldn’t tell anymore.
She gently lowered her body to the desk, rolling to her side and pulling her knees to her chest. Her heart rate slowed, and her breathing came easier, but she couldn’t find her focal point. Was he still in the room?
“I think we found your button.” His voice came again, lighthearted and soft.
“I—” She tried to wet her lips, but her tongue was dry; her mouth was dry. Her pussy was still wet from her arousal and her orgasm. She’d come so hard. With his fingers in her ass.
“Shhh.” He pulled her to sitting and wrapped a robe around her shoulders, helping her arms through the holes. “I’ll get you some water when we get upstairs,” he promised and tied the robe closed at her stomach. Where’d it come from?
She nodded, unsure of what she’d say if she tried to speak.
He lifted her effortlessly and cradled her to his chest. She wrapped her arms around his neck and let him take her wherever he wanted. She vaguely heard him speak to a few people they passed along the way but didn’t register much of it.
She recognized his bed once she was placed on it, feeling the softness and inhaling his scent. True to his word, he gave her some water then helped her beneath the covers—after removing the robe.