by Ayers, Suzy
“You going to put make up on?” Carrie looked at her as she smacked her full lips.
“I don’t really wear it.” Keira admitted.
“Nonsense.” Carrie sat her on the toilet and went to work.
“Carrie,” Keira gasped as she looked at herself in the mirror when Carrie was done. She had smoldering eyes and red lips. “I-this is. The both of you.” She hugged Carrie. “Thank you.”
“Don’t go crying, you’ll mess it up.”
Keira giggled.
They walked downstairs and Tim coughed and choked at the sight of his wife. Keira smiled, she felt comfortable and sexy in her body and the confidence radiated off her.
“You both look phenomenal.” Jarred was the only one with words.
Keira looked out from under her eyelashes at Tim as she made her way down the stairs. She liked the way he gawked at her.
“Thank you, sir.” Carrie smiled and Keira echoed her words. Both Keira and Carrie walked over to retrieve their jackets that Jarred held out for them.
“Where are we going?” Keira asked as she tucked her arms into the sleeves.
He didn’t answer; instead he smiled. It made him look so different.
“Well, you look very nice yourself sir. You too Tim, wish I could get you to wear this more often, honestly.” Keira smirked.
Jarred cleared his throat.
“Yes, sir.” She linked her arm into Jarred’s. They walked outside and Keira pulled him to a dead stop. There was a black short limousine. “No. Sir, that’s too much. Spank me or whatever you want but I cant-”
Jarred laughed.
“What?” Keira didn’t know what was so funny.
“Carrie, I think you’ve found someone else who wants to be spanked as much as you. Angel this is a company car.” He held the door open and Carrie climbed in with a big grin, than Tim and he held Keira back.
“So are you going to punish me double now?” Keira looked down worriedly.
“Angel.” He drew her chin to look up at him. “I don’t want you to change who you are. You’re kind, considerate and I’ve noticed you like to flirt.” His eyebrow quirked up as if in question.
“Yes, sir.” She wasn’t sure if they were all compliments. “With my husband.” She clarified.
He nodded. “Let’s go.”
“Yes, sir.” He helped her climb into the car and followed her in.
Chatter was light in the car; Keira felt Tim’s gaze on her legs, like he wanted to lick right up them, starting with her toes. Dinner was at a quaint building and Keira knew it was expensive since nothing was priced on the menu.
“Would you like some wine?” Jarred asked, as he signaled the waiter.
“Yes, Riesling please.” Keira said “But just one. I don’t like to dance when I’ve been drinking. It doesn’t sit well with me.” She explained.
Tim ordered a seven and seven. Jarred and Carrie ordered a bottle of red. Keira looked over the menu items and decided on Chicken Milanese, basically thin breaded chicken with a hint of lemon. It was served with wild rice and salad. Tim ordered a seafood medley in cream sauce; Jarred the duck and Carrie the pork tenderloin. Keira smiled at the differences, as she relished her dinner. It was cooked to perfection. She sipped her wine and watched Carrie and Jarred over the table. She and Tim sat together. It was a strange feeling. Tim’s hand rested on her thigh at one point and Keira stood up to go to the bathroom.
“Keira what are you doing?” She looked at her reflection as she leaned on the countertop.
“You alright?” Carrie walked in tentatively.
“Yeah. I just think Tim’s having a hard time.” Keira tucked her head down.
Carrie rubbed her back. “He’ll be fine. He loves you; that’s a good thing.”
“Yes, but he’s going to get me into trouble. I want to please him and-” she looked at Carrie who just smiled. “What?”
“Well, he will be your Dom in the end. So that’s a good thing. Don’t worry you’ll figure it out.”
Keira nodded.
After dinner they climbed back into that black car and drove up to a street lined with people who waited to enter a nightclub. Jarred walked up with Carrie and Keira on his arms and went to the front of the line. Tim was only a step behind.
“Good evening sir.” The bouncer opened the little velvet rope to allow them through.
What does he do that he can get right in? Keira had never asked what he or Carrie did, they never asked them. She looked at Jarred in amazement. There was a twinkle in his eye. Did he just wink at me? Her sex pulsed. “How did you do that?” She whispered as she leaned in. He wants his ego stroked? She could do that.
“I’m very big around here.” He smiled and waggled his eye brows.
Keira giggled at the sexual connotation that he held on his lips.
The strobe lights swayed in blue, green, and pink in the dark large space. The music blasted them in the face as they entered. Keira realized it was surely her scene, but not Tim’s—he would hate it.
Carrie pulled Keria right out to the floor and they danced right away in the bump and hump of the orgy of the crowd. Keira couldn’t help but grin, as her body let go of her tension and her mind cleared of everything but the moment. Keira pulsed along with the music as it overtook her movements. She and Carrie ground their hips in seductive harmony. Dribbles of sweat tickled down her neck as she raised her hands to hold her hair. Lips kissed the crook of her neck and she leaned into them and turned to see Jarred. She was jolted from the moment as her labored breaths made her chest now rocket into short explosive bursts.
“Jarred.” She whispered more to herself. Her eyes searched the scene for Tim.
“Keira, I want you to suck me right here. That will be one of your punishments.”
Keira sucked in a breath. “Sir? I-” She gulped in fear and not only for the sea of people around her, or even because of Carrie or Tim. “Sir,” She leaned in close. “I’m sorry I’m not very experienced with that.” She wouldn’t look at him in that moment. Fear wasn’t the only thing that froze her in place. His hand had slid up her dress and at the vertex of her thighs; his hand hugged her hot crotch. His other hand took her chin to force her to look at his harsh gaze.
“You will. Get on your knees.”
“Yesss, sirr” Her words were slurred in pleasure as he rubbed her and her eyes fluttered.
He unzipped his fly. He was already hard for her as she knelt before him. Her tongue caressed around the crown. His musk pressed against her nostrils as her hand pushed the zipper back. Small black curls snuck through as she gripped his shaft at the base. With her other hand she cradled his soft testicles. Her hair was suddenly in his clutch. He was so different then Tim or maybe it was the demand, the force. She ran her tongue across the slit where there was a drop of precum, tangy and salty. She swirled her tongue around the head and then pressed her lips over. She had a tiny mouth; she knew that and tried to be careful. But his hand that held her hair wouldn’t allow it. She took him all the way in and moaned as she did. It excited her. There was little room to maneuver inside her mouth, so she bobbed back and forth as much as he would allow. Her breath hampered by his clothing. Her fingers toyed with his sac, pulled tight against him. She ran her nail along the line behind the sac and around. She felt him shift his feet, so she dug a little harder. He was completely down the back of her throat. Suddenly his body tightened; his shaft lengthened inside her. He released his hot seed and splattered it down her throat.
She stood and looked at him shyly before she left for the bathroom. He still looked cold despite his release and she scurried away.
“Keira?” Carrie had chased after her.
“I’m sorry Carrie.” Keira was out of breath, tried to clean up her lipstick. That would never happen, smudged red lipstick. You look like a tramp. She sniffed.
“Keira, are you alright?” Carrie touched her arm.
“I’m fine. I just-” She shook her head. “I told him I’m not very go
od at it.” She took a handful of water and brought it to her lips. She was dying of thirst. “I need some water.” Carrie handed her a bottle. “Thanks.” She couldn’t look her in the eyes either.
“Keira if-” Carrie began, but Jarred interrupted.
“Carrie.” That was all that he said. Keira didn’t look up to see his face or hers.
“Sir?” Keira leaned on the sink. Why is he in the women’s bathroom? I did what he wanted? She noticed every fleck in the countertop. Pink, black, silver all embedded in a gray granite stone. “I’m sorry.”
“For what angel?” He came up to her and his warm hand slid down her arm.
“I don’t want to hurt Carrie or Tim. It’s hard for me. And-” She hesitated.
“What?”
She straightened her body and turned, still unable to look at him. “I’m glad I was able to, you know get you to come. I was worried.” She swallowed, somehow she found strength to look at him and she was glad she did. Those copper flecks were so beautiful in this light. She saw a wry smile form.
“Your punishment isn’t over yet.”
“Sir?”
“Later.” He turned to go.
She just wanted to hear him say it was good. She’d take okay at this point. Something. She wanted to please him. She sighed, closed her eyes and leaned her hip on the cold sink. Her eyes flew open when a hand gripped her cunt under her dress. “Sir?”
“Don’t lie to me again.”
“Sir? I didn’t. I mean- wait? What are you talking about?”
“You sucked me just fine earlier.”
She smiled and blushed, until the grip made her call out in pain. “I wasn’t lying. I promise. Thank you, sir.”
“Hmm. How many?”
“What?”
“Men. How many men have you been with?”
She looked down. “Three.”
“Are you including me?”
“No sir, I thought you- four sir.” Her eyes wavered; under his touch her body quivered. He stared at her and it unnerved her to her core.
“Get Carrie we’re leaving.” He released her and a rush of air escaped her lips. She hadn’t realized she had been holding her breath.
“Yes, sir.” Keira found her back on the dance floor grinding to the beat. “Sir says its time to go.”
“Already?”
“I guess.” Keira pursed her lips disappointed as well.
Carrie and Keira sat beside each other on the far side of the car. Keira’s nerves tumbled like a free falling bird again. She tried to look through the tinted glass and avoid the two men opposite her, but the darkness outside made it an impossible task. Her fingers drummed on the leather seat, soft and supple. Her palms sweaty and she rubbed them beside her as he nibbled the tip of her tongue. Tim seemed angry, his cheeks rippled as his teeth clenched inside them. His hands rolled into tight fists. The scent of whisky overwhelmed Keira.
The car pulled up to the house and Keira scooted over; she felt like she was suffocating and she needed to get out of the car. Something about Tim and Jarred staring at her made her breath hurt her lungs. She forced her way through the door, the anxiety was too much. She didn’t wait for Jarred to help her out.
“Keira?” Jarred followed her to the back of the car.
“I’m sorry sir.” She leaned on the car, tried to catch her breath. Tim came around as well. There were very few times in her life that she was scared of Tim, but his eyes sizzled in the moonlight. Keira squeaked out in fright and took a step back. “Tim. Your drunk.” She swallowed.
“Yeah and you’re my wife. You shouldn’t be sucking someone else’s dick in the middle of the goddamn club!” His hands had yet to reach Keira but she trembled.
“I’m sorry, I-” She dipped her head and hid in the shadows of her hair. Warm tears ran down her face and she didn’t want any of them to see it.
“You want to discipline her?” Jarred asked in an even tone.
She shot him a look. She wanted someone to protect her. He’s the one that made her, though if she was being honest no one made her.
“Yeah, with something she’ll remember.”
Keira’s womb clenched, her heart knew he was angry. And he knew she was afraid of the cane.
“You can’t discipline her when you’re angry. I will do it for you, but you can watch.” Jarred explained.
More tears fell like flames, as Tim nodded. She dutifully followed Carrie up the steps and watched the door unlock with dread in her heart.
“Wait here.” Jarred instructed everyone.
Keira trembled as she stood in the middle of the floor. He came back with a paddle covered in black leather. Tim was on the club chair and Carrie on the other chair.
Keira looked to Carrie for support, something. Nothing came. At least it’s not the cane. She shivered, as she watched Jarred sit and roll up each sleeve. It was like she watched him in slow motion. She began to feel sick to her stomach.
“Come here.” He instructed. She stood to the left of his leg, unsure how to do this. She looked at him with a plea, but there was no mercy in his eyes. “Lay here.”
She tried to find the spot and he adjusted her on his lap. Her butt splayed up for him and Carrie to see. He pulled up her tight dress and pulled her underwear down. Tim wanted to see her face. Jarred massaged her at first, kneading the muscles with force. She tensed against him in the beginning, but then began to relax into him. Her arms dangled down and her hips separated as she unclenched her muscles, which exposed her sex and it began to glisten.
Smack! First he used his hand then again on her other cheek, she jumped with the first unexpected swat. I won’t cry. I can do this. Then the paddle hit next. She let out a little cry. It bit at her skin sharply. He didn’t relent; her legs flailed unconsciously. She couldn’t help the tears that rained down her face. “I’m sorry.” She whimpered.
“For what?” Jarred asked.
“For being so selfish, sir, for flirting, for everything. Please.” She pleaded.
His hand touched the fiery skin next. At first it hurt, but the tingle started to soothe the pain.
She choked back the lump in her throat. She laid there limp wondering what was next. Am I supposed to wait for him to tell me to get up? Do I ask if he’s done? Her cheeks were moist with tears. She didn’t want to look at anyone, humiliated. Her punishment was on full display for everyone.
“Keira you can get up now.” Jarred said and helped her stand.
She got up; pulled her underwear up and skirt down, before she ran up the stairs.
“Keira!” Carrie called after her.
“No. Go away!” She closed the bathroom door on her.
“Keira, let me in.” Her voice was insistent and almost bossy.
“Just leave me.” Keira said, but unlocked the door.
Carrie pulled her to the bed and held her. “It’s fine. You’re alright.”
“I didn’t do anything wrong in sir’s eyes. I did what he asked.” She sniffled.
Carrie was rubbing her ass. It actually felt nice. Keira moaned a little as she touched a particularly sensitive spot. “The pain will go away.” Carrie told her.
Keira noticed she took no ones side. She just nuzzled into her more. She’d never cuddled with a woman before, but more then her ass hurt at the moment. “Thanks. I didn’t want him to see me cry.” She said, as she lay on her chest.
“Keira it’s alright to cry. It hurts.”
Keira sat up and looked at Carrie. “You wouldn’t have.” Keira stood and went back to the bathroom.
“Keira you’re not me.”
“I’m not a sub you mean.”
Carrie’s face betrayed her. “Keira, I came up here to tell you he wants to see you again. Downstairs. Let’s clean you up.”
Keira huffed and sat her sore bottom on the toilet. At least it’s cold. Carrie cleaned up her face and Keira just let her. She had a foreboding feeling that it was over. “Thanks.” She took Carrie’s head in her hands and kissed her
cheek. “For everything.”
Keira walked down the steps, her shoulders slumped and her head down. She’d never received a punishment quite like that, at least not in her adulthood. Her ass was on fire and her head a jumbled mess.
“Keira look, I’m sorry.” Tim tried to touch her but she stepped away and shook him off. “Fine!” He stomped up the stairs. Alcohol oozed from him. Clearly he drank way too much, a constant battle even at home.
She stood there and waited for Jarred to approach her. She didn’t know what he wanted. Carrie walked off as well to his room. She stared at those shoes as they approached her, in cool casual style. His sleeves still rolled up.
“Keira.” His voice was low, quiet.
She looked up at him tears crested at the rims of her eyes. Her breath was uncontrollable. Please don’t tell me I’ve failed. I can’t fail.
Chapter 10
“Keira,” he repeats. “That will be the end of your punishment.”
“Sir? You don’t want to-” She bit her lip.
“What?” His hand on her made her flinch and he grasped her harder and pulled her into him. She lay on his chest; she didn’t want to finish her thought. “What is it angel?” His arms wrapped around her.
“I thought you’d want to end it, my training.” She clarified. She listened to his deep breath, as he inhaled and let it fly away.
“No. You’ve done well.” He ran his hand along her back. “I’ve been with Carrie...” He dropped off into thought. “You two are so different. I need to slow down and break down each part for you.”
“Thank you, sir. Is it alright if I sleep here on the couch?” She pulled back from him. “I don’t feel comfortable…to go upstairs.”
He smiled and shook his head. He led her to his room. Carrie had changed and was in a form fitted plum slip with black floral lace overlay. It flayed out sweetly at the bottom; it barely covered her olive toned thigh. It was accented with black garters and black stockings threaded with baby pink satin ribbon. The ribbon zigzagged up her leg, like a present ready to be untied with a small bow on the outside of her thighs. Her skin looked so soft against the intricate lace detailing.