"Settle," he said firmly. "It's not to fall out. If you think it might, put your hand between your legs and hold it in place."
"Yes, Sir."
She was suddenly grateful for the blindfold. He had slid her lacy panties into the cleft of her cheeks and was fondling her backside. Facing the other guests would have been mortifying. Quiet murmurings floated in the air, and in spite of the circumstances she found herself surrendering to the scintillating sensation of the vibrator, but the distinct sound of a slap broke the spell. It was followed by another, and another. She abruptly realized Monty was walking around the table and spanking the submissives.
The smacks drew closer, and as Duncan's fondling hand dropped away, she assumed she would be next. The sharp swat suddenly landed, the alien palm quickly delivering a second smack on her opposite cheek. She gasped from both embarrassment and the fiery sting, but the moment had barely passed when Duncan's finger massaged her clit. The vibrator's pulsing pleasure, and Duncan's intense erotic massage, sent her back into her blissful, submissive state. Finally withdrawing the dildo, he sat her back down and removed her blindfold. Breathlessly leaning against his shoulder, she slowly opened her eyes. To her surprise, everyone had left.
"How do you feel?" he asked softly, moving his arm around her.
"I have no idea."
"Try."
"I need you. I need to be naked and in bed with you."
"I feel the same," he said huskily, taking her hand and placing it against his bulging cock, "but we're going to the library, though I'm not sure how long we'll stay. I want you in that bed chamber very badly."
"I want to be there too, Sir."
As she molded her hand around his rigid cock, he slipped his fingers inside the top of her corset to fondle a breast, evoking a long, low moan.
"I think we'd better leave before I drag you under this table and ravage you," he muttered, pinching her nipple.
"I wouldn't object. We're supposed to be truly decadent here, aren't we?"
"Always so cheeky," he said with a grin, withdrawing his hand. "What am I going to do with you?"
"If you need to ask, we're both in trouble."
"On your feet, young lady!"
As she slowly pushed back her chair, Duncan dropped the vibrator and her blindfold into his gift sack, then taking her hand he led her from the dining room and down a wide hall.
"Here we are," he announced, stopping at a closed door with a gleaming brass plaque boasting the word Library. "Are you ready?"
"Yes. I'm ready, willing, and hopefully able. Lead the way."
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Brittany stared in wonder. At the end of the cocktail bar, a blindfolded woman stood on a low stage shackled between poles rising from the floor. Her pale pink blouse hung open exposing her ample cleavage, and her short, tight skirt had been shimmed up over her hips. Dominants wandered by, slipping their hand beneath her shirt to fondle her breasts, touch her pussy, or move behind her and land a spicy swat.
"Duncan, what am I looking at?"
"It's called the Display Frame. Would you like to be up there?"
"I, uh, I, don't know."
"I'd like a brandy. Do you see how the drinks are being served?"
But Brittany couldn't bring herself to shift her gaze. A Dominant had stopped in front of the shackled woman and was stroking the inside of her thighs.
"Brittany!" Duncan barked, landing a sharp smack.
Letting out a startled squeal, she darted her head up.
"Ignoring me is not an option."
"Sorry, Sir."
"Look at how the men are being served their cocktails."
Glancing across the room, she noticed women carrying silver trays bearing a drink, then dropping to their knees in front of their Master.
"Yes, Sir. I see. This whole thing is amazing."
"I know it's lot to take in," he said softly, "but I'd like a drink. Go to the bar, ask the bartender politely for a tray and a snifter of brandy, then bring it over to me and kneel like the others."
"Yes, Sir."
Releasing the leash from Brittany's collar, he sent her off with a solid slap, then made his way to a couch in the center of the room. The girl in the frame was being unshackled, and he noticed another ready to take her place. Moving his eyes back to Brittany he had to smile. She had paused to watched the switch.
"Hello, Duncan! How are you, old man?"
"Monty, my goodness, you'd make a good cat burglar," Duncan said with a chuckle as his host sat next to him.
"You were just busy feasting your eyes on the Display Frame."
"Guilty as charged! Where's your lovely lady?"
"My lovely lady is naked but for a G-string, locked in a cage in the gymnasium waiting for me to give her a jolly good flogging."
"What was her crime?"
"I'm just in the mood," Monty said with a sigh. "I wish she had misbehaved. She's very beautiful and makes the most delightful noises when we're shagging, but..."
"But?"
"The but is, she's too—this might sound a bit oxymoronic—too compliant. The woman has no spirit, no challenge. Your new girl is gorgeous, by the way. What's her name again?"
"Brittany."
"Yes, Brittany. She appears to have some fire in her."
"She certainly does."
"Look at that corset sparkle," Monty remarked, watching Brittany walk slowly towards them. "She's beautiful enough to wear it. It would overshadow most women."
"Sir," she said softly, as she approached, "I don't know how to kneel without spilling your drink. My heels are so high."
"She has a point," Monty said with a grin. "We don't want any broken ankles, or brandy snifters for that matter."
"Hand me the tray. I'll hold it while you remove your shoes, then you can kneel," Duncan suggested.
"Thank you, Sir."
Handing him the tray and removing her shoes, she kneeled in front of him.
"It appears you have homework when we get home," Duncan declared, giving her back the tray and picking up his drink. "You'll practice, and next time we're here you won't have a problem."
"Yes, Sir. Now what?"
Duncan couldn't suppress his grin, and leaning back, Monty expelled a short, loud chortle.
"When I finish this brandy you'll be spanked for speaking out of turn."
"Oh, right, sorry, Sir."
"Eyes down, knees apart, and wait quietly."
"Yes, Sir."
"She really is delightful," Monty commented as he rose to his feet. "Have an excellent rest of your night, though it's clear I don't have to worry about that. Are you staying through Monday?"
"No, just tonight. I'd like to, but I was told the room was already booked."
"I think we're packed to the gills. Maybe I'll see you at breakfast. Ciao."
Duncan sipped his brandy as he watched Monty stride from the room. Brittany had been noticed, and he couldn't deny his sense of pride. Placing his finger under her chin, he tilted up her head.
"You really are lovely, and I'm immensely proud of you."
"I'm so happy I please you, Sir. I want to, I really do."
Impulsively he leaned down and planted a soft kiss, but when his tongue moved between her teeth, his semi-hard cock surged in his trousers. Sliding his fingers into her hair, he gripped it tightly as he devoured her lips.
"Permission to speak, Sir," she said breathlessly as he pulled back.
"Granted."
"I want to curl into your lap, but I want you to ravage me as well."
"I promised you a spanking for speaking out of turn, and I always keep my promises, but I can assure you, I will definitely plunder your body."
Finishing his drink, he ordered her across his knee, and as he began peppering her bottom with hot slaps, a couple stopped to watch.
"So, Brittany, a public spanking," he murmured, as the couple wandered away. "How did it feel?"
"You can get your cuddle now. I think your bottom is sufficiently red."
"It hurts, Sir," she whimpered, shifting herself to nestle against his chest, "but I want you so much."
"The two go hand-in-hand," he remarked, "if you'll pardon the pun."
"I just feel so good here. It's surreal, but it's not. I can't wait to be naked with you."
"The feeling's mutual, and I think it's time to go," he muttered, his rigid cock aching to slide inside her, "but first I want to show you the gymnasium."
Slipping off his lap and sliding into her shoes, he snapped on the leash, led her from the room and down the hall. Stopping at double doors and pushing them open, he moved inside. As Brittany dutifully followed, she spied Monty's date bent over a vaulting horse. The girl's feet were held apart by a thin bar attached to cuffs around her ankles, and Monty was flying his flogger over her backside.
"Sir, what's that between her ankles?"
"A spreader bar."
"Do you have one of those?"
"Of course, and there's one in our room."
"Really?"
"Really," he said with a wink.
Unlike the Library, though many couples were swept up in their kinky pleasures, there was no chatter, only the sounds of soft moans, spanking hands, and swishing leather.
"Sir, why is it so quiet?"
"It's the rule. This room is for punishment, not socializing and speaking of punishment, young lady, it's that time for you."
"But you already spanked me."
"Now you're just being coy. You know very well why you must be properly disciplined."
"Looking through your drawers, following you around London, and not calling you back after getting your text."
"Correct. Come along. We're going back to our room."
* * * * * * * * * *
They found their bedspread turned down, and a single lamp burning on a nightstand washed the room in a soft, golden light. Taking her by the elbow, Duncan guided her to the foot of the bed and ordered her to kick off her shoes.
"Now wrap your hands around the post and stand there quietly."
Using the blindfold given to them at dinner, he slipped it over her eyes, then gripped her knickers and moved them swiftly down her legs. As a fresh wave of butterflies abruptly burst to life, she felt him move away, then heard him open a drawer, but he quickly returned. Shackling her wrists, he moved her arms apart, securing them to the metal rings on the bedposts.
"Spread your legs. I'm placing you in a spreader bar."
Her pulse raced as he deftly cuffed her ankles and attached them to the pole. Not being able to close her legs was an odd sensation, but he landed several quick slaps, distracting her from the thought, then slid his fingers into her soaked sex. She moaned as he teased her, but the pleasure was brief. He slowly trailed his fingers up to her rosebud. She instinctively recoiled, and her protest was met with a hard slap.
"Don't fight me," he warned huskily. "Surrender and thrust out your bottom. If you don't, I'll untie you and we'll call it a night."
She did as he asked, but groaned loudly as he applied a large dollop of lube and pressed a dildo against her hidden hole.
"It will be much easier if you relax," he crooned, nuzzling her neck. "Tell me you'll accept this. Do it for me."
"I will, Sir," she murmured, then taking a deep breath, she thrust out her backside.
He pushed it gently forward, then cupping her chin, he lingered his mouth on hers, gliding softly, and lightly biting her lower lip before stepping back to study her. Impaled, spread-eagled, blindfolded and helpless, she was a glorious sight, and to his joy, she let out a heavy breath. Though she'd accepted the small butt plug and moaned through his caring kiss, he wasn't sure if he'd hear her sigh of surrender. They were in sync, and shared the magical connection he'd waited and hoped for throughout his life.
She suddenly wriggled.
He grinned.
She was growing impatient and wanted more.
Moving back to the Master's Chest, he withdrew a flogger. The leather strips were thinner than his. They carried a sting, rather than a burn.
"Do you know what I'm holding?" he whispered, moving his fingertips across her bottom.
"A flogger, Sir?"
He paused, delighted that she'd guessed correctly.
"It's not like mine. This one delivers a sharp sting. This is your punishment, Brittany, for doubting me, doubting us, but most of all, for doubting yourself. Even though you knew I cared for you deeply, you gave into your insecurities. Understand?"
"Yes, Sir."
As he kissed her neck, his lips touching just above her collar, he thought—didn't speak—his last words.
I'll only lash you if you ask me to, but you must ask by showing me.
Stepping back, he raised the flogger. To his great joy, she arched her back and thrust out her backside. Swinging it down and sending the leather straps across her cheeks, though she gasped and threw back her head, she wiggled provocatively. He obliged, landing several in quick succession, but each one at her squirming invitation.
"You're drenched," he muttered, moving up to her and pushing his fingers into her soaked sex. "You're ready, and I'm going to consume you."
He felt her quiver.
Hurriedly stripping off his clothes, he unhooked her stockings, and unlaced the glittering garment, but the process took time. As he pulled the ribbons through their narrow holes, her chest rose and fell with her ragged breathing. Finally removing the exquisite corset, he laid it on a nearby chair, gently withdrew the dildo, unshackled her wrists from the poles, and removed the spreader bar.
"Sir, I need, you," she muttered, falling back against him.
"I need you too, precious girl."
Lifting her into his arms, he laid her on the bed, sheathed his member, and resting his weight on top of her, he removed the blindfold, placed his cock at her entrance and pushed home. Letting out a grateful moan, she gazed up at him with half-lidded eyes.
"You feel unbelievable," she whispered, "like your cock is where it's supposed to be."
"Because it is!"
Relishing the joy of being inside her hot, wet depths, he began to thrust, slowly at first, then swiftly accelerating, pummeling her pussy with fast, powerful strokes, but the salacious night was sending them both into a quick climax. He saw the red blush cross her chest a moment before she wailed her plea.
"Please, Sir, I have to come, I have to."
"Yes, come for me," he commanded, feeling his cock about to burst. "Come for me now!"
Her body grew taut, and with a loud cry her fingers dug into his back, sending him over the edge. As she writhed beneath him, he let out a loud groan, surrendering to the powerful convulsions.
Lost in a sea of swirling sensations, Brittany called his name as sparkles and hot prickles washed through her limbs. Spasm after spasm shuddered through her, until the orgasm finally passed and her body grew limp.
Slipping from her depths, Duncan shifted to her side and wrapped her into his arms.
"Please hold me," she mumbled. "Hold me and never let me go."
"Always," he promised breathlessly, loving the feel of her body molding into his. "You belong exactly where you are."
* * * * * * * * * *
Duncan and Brittany slept until late morning. Finally waking and making leisurely love, they blissfully dozed off, their limbs entwined, until she let out a yawn and stretched her arms above her head.
"I love this room," she said with a heavy sigh. "You were right. I never want to leave this place."
"We'll come back soon, I promise."
"I'll hold you to that, mister," she quipped with a cheeky grin. "Do you think we've missed the breakfast buffet? I'm starving."
"We'll get ourselves cleaned up, then head down for whatever's on offer. It's already eleven o'clock. They may have started serving lunch."
"Before we go down, how long should I plan to stay in London? A few more days, or…"
"Brittany, I keep thinking of that classic Stevie Nicks song, Leather and Lace. There's a lyric, I carry this feeling, when you walked into my house, that you won't be walking out the door. That's how I've felt from the moment you stepped into my foyer and started babbling about crumpets. But your life is your life, and you live it in South Carolina. You sell high-end clothes on line, you have family and friends, but I've already told you, I'd love you to hang around a while. A long while."
"Well, good, because I don't want to go anywhere."
"I have a suggestion. Can you commit to staying for a month?"
"Not a problem. Before I left on the cruise I put a notice on my site that I'd be away. I like my little business and I'm good at it, but it's not a passion."
"Great. Then we'll have a month to run around the block together."
"You mean, see how things go."
"Yes, to see how things go. I'm sure we'll hit some speed-bumps, but I'm not worried. If you're difficult—"
"You'll spank me."
"I'll spank you anyway."
"What about when you're difficult?"
"I'll beg your forgiveness and make it up to you."
"What will I do while you're at your office?"
"I have a new top priority. I'm buying you that maid's outfit. My house can use some sprucing up, and you can start with the kitchen."
EPILOGUE
One Month Later
Duncan and Brittany settled into a comfortable routine. Convinced her future would be in London, she explored the possibility of starting a business similar to the one she had in South Carolina, but she discovered estate sales often sold collections of vintage jewelry. She would no longer have to store racks of clothes and worry about dry-cleaning, and the items would be easy to ship.
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