Masters at Arms (Rescue Me Saga, #0.5)(38)
“Is that too tight?” Orlando asked.
“No, Sir.”
The kid’s pants tented at the title. Marc grinned, then he turned her around and pulled her cuffed hand behind her back while he secured the right wrist and clipped the two together. She kept her head bowed, causing his cock to throb even more. He couldn’t wait to turn her over his knee. He picked up a borrowed necktie and blindfolded her.
Grabbing the ruler almost as an afterthought, he motioned for Orlando to take one arm and Marc took the other as they led her to a darkened corner, keeping her from running into any obstacles along the way. He pointed to the far end and Orlando sat down, then Marc lowered Bianca over the armrest at that end until her head rested in Orlando’s lap. He wouldn’t be able to smack her as hard with his left hand, but the ruler would sting enough.
Marc lifted her short skirt. Oh, yeah. No panties. Her round globes were white and begging for some color. “Tell me why you’ve been sent to the principal’s office, Bianca.”
“Because I was talking in class, Sir.”
Marc reached out and rubbed her ass cheeks vigorously to get the blood to the surface. Then he indicated for Orlando to do the same. The kid’s hand reached behind her to gently stroke her ass. Well, it was a start. At least he was touching her. He motioned Orlando’s hand away with the ruler.
Smack!
She gasped in the most sensual way. His cock strained against his khakis. Her left cheek soon displayed the mark of the ruler, holes and all. “Tell me what your mouth should be used for instead.”
“Fucking, Sir.”
“Good answer.” She visibly relaxed.
Smack! The right cheek soon bore a matching welt.
Marc nodded to Orlando indicating her head. The kid moved his hand up past her cuffed hands and traced a path up her arm to her hair.
“Tell me how you want to please us with your mouth, pet.”
“By sucking your cocks, Sirs.”
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
“Oh!” The pain and frustration were evident in her scream. The last blow landed across her upper thighs, causing her to squirm. Enough of the damned ruler. He needed to feel his hand against her ass, between her legs.
“Stand!” With his and Orlando’s help, she was lifted onto her feet again. The disappointment written on her face told him she thought her discipline had ended.
Not even close, pet.
Marc led her to stand in front of the dividing center cushion, facing her toward the social area where they’d negotiated the scene. He sat down, then reached up and took Bianca by the arm, pulling her off balance.
“Oh!”
“We have you,” Marc assured her. Yes, she definitely hadn’t expected more. Good. He liked to surprise subbies.
He wrapped his arm around her waist while motioning for Orlando to do the same in front of her thighs. Together they lowered her over both their laps, careful not to overstrain her arms. Bianca was positioned so that her abdomen was over Marc’s thighs and her ass lifted in the air, giving Orlando a perfect view. Her calves were across the kid’s lap and he reached out to stroke her legs with his right hand.
“How are you doing, pet?”
“Fine, Sir.” Her voice had gone up an octave to a high squeak.
“What’s your safe word?”
“Red, Sir.”
“Use it if you need to.” Not knowing how much pain she could take, it never hurt to remind her, before the spanking continued in earnest. Hoping to give Orlando and himself better access to her *—he reached down and put pressure against her right knee until she spread her legs for him with some hesitation.
Slap!
He brought his right hand down hard against her pink lower right cheek.
Slap!
Then the left.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
Continuing to alternate cheeks, he delivered the blows in quick succession until he heard her gasp. “Ow! Oh, please, Sir.”
Marc stopped and rubbed the reddened cheeks, watching her flesh jiggle beneath his hand. His cock pressed against her abdomen. “Please what, pet?”
“Please…more, Sir.”
“Are you topping me?” He’d had enough of that shit in Aspen.
She stiffened. “No, Sir! I…forgot my place. Please, Sir, do whatever you wish to do to your pet.”
“Good girl.” He moved her right leg until it slid off their laps and her foot went to the floor, opening her * to them nicely. Orlando’s hand was making its way closer to the juncture between her thighs. Marc’s next blows went directly to that vulnerable area.
Slap!
Slap!
“Oh, God! I mean, thank you, Sir!”
He slid his finger between her folds. Wet. They had agreed that fingers wouldn’t break the club’s no-penetration limit so he moved down to slide two fingers inside her. Then he pulled out and his wet fingers pressed against the sides of her clit. She moaned. When he touched the swollen nubbin standing erect from its hood, she bucked against his hand.
“Remain still!”
She groaned and he moved his left hand to her lower back to keep her still. Then he delivered his hardest blow yet, against her *.
Slap!
“Ow! I…um…thank you, Sir.”
Marc decided he shouldn’t be having all the fun. He moved his hand away and encouraged “Master Pleasure,” sitting like a lump on a log next to him, to take the reins and give Bianca her first orgasm of the evening. The young man surprised him by extricating himself from under her thighs and kneeling on the floor in front of the loveseat. Marc shifted her body to give Orlando better access.