Second Time Lucky (Club Decadence Book 5) (11 page)

“Why was she in the cage?”

“A misunderstanding of some sort I imagine. He’s challenged to find effective punishments for her. Spanking is out as she enjoys it too much, so he has to be creative. Cages, rope bondage and other innovative approaches seem to work, leaving spanking for sex and play.”

Sean added near her ear. “Everyone is different in the lifestyle, Mara.”

“I’m beginning to see that, Master.”

The rest of the tour didn’t take long since the play area was simply a huge room packed with equipment. The stations were cordoned off by ropes to maintain the intimate space of the scene, allowing spectators to enjoy the show, but at a distance that ensured safety and prevented distraction. The owner pointed out the dungeon monitors who wore bright orange triangles with DM in bold letters on their vests advising Sean and Mara to seek them out if the need arose.

After the dungeon tour, The Baron took them through the crowded lounge. Full of members enjoying cocktails and dancing to music played by a DJ, on the surface it resembled any other nightclub, except for the topless state of several of the patrons.

“This is a panty and boxer zone,” he advised. “Bare genitals are not allowed. Health codes you understand.”

The last thing he showed them was the store, which had a wide variety of implements hanging from hooks on the walls, a few racks of fetish wear, and shelves lined with dildos, vibrators, gags and restraints. You name it; they had it. The Baron urged Sean to borrow whatever equipment he might need and then wraithlike, the owner simply disappeared once again. Sean laughed as Mara looked around for him dumbstruck. They perused the store together for a few minutes, before venturing out into the playroom to explore.

Mara stayed glued to Sean’s side while they wandered the room observing many couples at play. They were watching a threesome carry out an intense scene, with two floggers working the sub in tandem, when a distinguished looking older man in a three-piece suit approached Sean.

“Do you share?” he asked abruptly without a greeting or any other preliminaries, his British accent quite distinct. Mara wasn’t sure what he was referring to and finding his manner abrasive, took a step closer to Sean.

“Pardon me?”

“Do you share your submissive? She is quite beautiful and although she is more generously endowed than the littles I usually top, I would love to spank her until her bottom is bright red. I’d then like to follow up with the cane until she is crying prettily for her daddy to stop. If you’d like to attend, by all means—”

“No,” Sean cut in. “She is mine—exclusively.”

“A pity. She is the most interesting submissive to grace these walls in quite a while. Congratulations on that, sir.”

When he was out of earshot, Sean murmured, “He is one of the A.P. Doms Baron spoke of, no doubt.”

“What’s that? A.P., I mean.”

“Age play. It’s a sort of roleplay with a power exchange dynamic like most Doms and subs, but in age play, the Dom is in more of a parental role. Some do it for play, others live it 24/7. He wanted to be your Daddy Dom, if only for the night, and planned to use strict discipline on you, his naughty little girl. It’s not as uncommon as you’d think.”

“Really?” She glanced after the man, intrigued. “And he wanted you to attend, which I’m assuming means to watch, yes?”

“Interested?”

“Oh no! Well, for general informational purposes, maybe, but not personally.” Angling her head, she peered up at him. “Though I suppose you do a lot of what he does. You did pick out my clothes for tonight, brush out my hair, lace up my corset, and it appears come ten o’clock you’re going to spank me.”

He chuckled. “Put that way, it does sound a bit like A.P. Most Doms like to take care of their subs. That’s half the fun. The other half comes at ten sharp, which is in fifteen minutes. You should go to the ladies room first.”

* * * * *

The crowd around the bench was two or three deep. With the end of the bench facing the ropes, they all had a perfect view of her near naked ass. Since this was her first time, Sean told the spectators, he was being indulgent and leaving her panties on. He’d then proceeded to yank them up in her crack like the thongs she despised. The only modesty he allowed her was a covered crotch because he’d removed her corset and skirt before she mounted up as he’d so gallantly put it.

She got the sneaking suspicion that Sean was in his element, enjoying putting on a show for the crowd surrounding their station. He began by explaining how sassy she’d been with Baron and on her first visit too. They’d called out suggestions on how he should proceed.

“I’ve a tawse in my bag sure to curb her tongue.” This came from a man with an Irish or Scottish accent although she wasn’t quite sure which.

“Might I suggest the rod? I have found it to be quite effective with impertinent young women.” The distinctly British enunciation came from the Daddy Dom from earlier.

“I say plug her good and strap her pussy raw. That is the only way to teach a wayward sub discipline.” The suggestion came from a woman. Dear heavens! She seemed more strict and eager to make her cry than the rest.

“Arianna, you sadist,” The Baron chimed in with a laugh. “The man wants to punish her, not make her useless to see to his needs afterwards.”

There were snickers and hoots of laughter all about, including the woman. A female sadist, Mara wondered in amazement, who were these people?

Sean had remained silent through all this while he moved around the bench, securing her legs first with straps above her spread knees, then moving to the other end and securing her wrists in leather cuffs. When he was finished, he crouched in front of her, gently brushing the hair back from her face.

“How are you doing?”

“I’m green, Master.”

“Perfect. I was hoping you’d enjoyed tonight. You know the Doms are being purposefully provocative, right? It’s part of the game.”

“I figured you all like to put on a bit of a show. Some of them sound kind of scary though. The woman, for example.”

“Can I let you in on a little secret? I know her. She works at the state department, but all is confidential here. What happens at The Gilded Cage—”

“Stays at The Gilded Cage,” she finished for him.

“No, I was going to say is all consensual. The other cannot ever be guaranteed. Because of that, some, like you and the sadist Domme, who’s about to avidly watch you get spanked, wear masks to maintain their privacy. It’s Washington, after all, full of back biting, secrets and lies, so one can never be too sure who you can trust.”

His words sent a chill through her. Secrets and lies. She looked down, hoping to hide the guilt she felt for not being more forthcoming with him about her past. Nothing good could come of it, though. She’d told him it was awful, but not how awful.

“Mara, what’s wrong? Is something hurting? Are the restraints too tight?”

She glanced up. “No, they’re fine. I was thinking how fortunate I was to have you in my life.”

He frowned. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Hm,” he hummed, eyeing her skeptically. “If that’s true, baby, your mind strays to the oddest things at the strangest times. Let’s get your spanking done so I can hold you.”

“I’d like that.”

“Master.”

“Sorry, I keep forgetting. I’d like that, Master.”

He kissed her forehead and moved away, his hand gliding down her back as he did. She realized then, he’d been touching her constantly since she’d been on the bench. At no time had his hand left her, whether giving a brush or a pat, or while applying her restraints, he hadn’t severed their connection. Even now, when he was about to begin, one hand settled on her lower back and stayed there as his other ran over her upraised bottom.

“This naughty girl is in need of a lesson,” Sean began. An answering murmur of approval went through the crowd. “She is a novice though and has a lot to learn. As much as I appreciate the suggestions of the tawse, cane and pussy strapping until she’s raw,” he paused as the others once again chuckled and teased Arianna’s severity, “I’ve chosen to start with a good old-fashioned hand spanking.”

Another wave rippled through the crowd, this time of disappointment.

“After the warm up, I’ll use the two implements I have selected from the store. Can you bring them forward, Anita?”

Hearing this, Mara twisted in her restraints, trying to see behind her. She hadn’t noticed him purchase anything from the store. A firm swat landed right across the middle of her ass, catching both cheeks. “Be still, subbie. What I selected is not your concern. You will take what I give you and learn that sassy tongued submissives are punished. Understood?”

“Yes, Master. It’s understood.”

She heard the creak of leather as someone walked near and a murmur of approval.

“A good choice for a beginner,” approved the Scotsman.

“I disagree. He’ll need to put more oomph into it if she’s to remember this lesson into tomorrow,” observed the Brit.

“I say swat her pretty cunt and she won’t give you any more lip.” The sadist was ignored as Sean began.

His warm up started out slowly with his hand swatting from one cheek to the other. As the heat in her bottom built, it began to radiate to her pussy. Each subsequent blow sent waves of sensation flowing in direct current to her clit. It was sublime and Mara relaxed beneath his hand amazed at the sensual power of a spanking.

With methodical style, Sean increased the speed of the swats, gradually adding a nip of spice to each one. He spread open hand smacks evenly over her ass and soon, the nip turned into a bite, which intensified into a sting. When she felt sure another spank would ignite her sizzling hot bottom into blistering flames, only then did he move down to her thighs, giving them equal time and attention. It seemed forever before he stopped.

“Color,” he said simply.

She quickly took stock before answering. Her bottom was hot, true, but she was aroused: nipples tight, clit throbbing, pussy noticeably wet. She wasn’t about to end this exquisite torture for a warm hind end and sighed serenely. “I’m green, Master.”

He hummed in acknowledgement right before a solid thump fell across her behind. It was followed by the caress of something fluffy, much like fur, moving over her skin in wide circles. He popped her again the same way before the luxuriant softness returned, stroking gently, soothing her inflamed skin.

“Can you guess what this is?”

“It feels like fur.”

“Very good, it is thick, snowy white fur and contrasts beautifully with your rosy pink skin. How does it feel?”

“Glorious, it’s easing the burn.”

“Yes, I image it would. This is what good girls get. Were you a good girl this evening, Mara?”

“No. I was sassy and rude to you and Baron. I’m sorry, Master. I was nervous.”

“My sweet girl gets a sharp tongue when she gets nervous.” Obviously, he was addressing the crowd.

“A good soaping and corner time will fix that, young man.” The Brit added his two cents again. Mara closed her eyes, relaxing into the sensation of the fur while deciding AP was definitely not for her if that’s what it entailed.

“I’ll keep that in mind, sir.” Sean chuckled, apparently amused by the persistent fellow. He thumped the paddle against her twice more before he advised both his sub and the spectators. “This paddle is like two sides of a coin. Furry, luxuriant softness for good girls on one, but with a flip,” the loud whap of leather smacking against her skin exploded in the room, “it becomes a bad girl paddle that bites and stings.”

Though less intense than a swat from his hand, the bite he spoke of was substantial on an already burning behind. More heat blossomed across her rear the next moment as another thwap landed. It was followed by more, too numerous to count as her man, no… her Master, punished her ass publically for the first time.

As he continued, she decided it wasn’t so bad. The sting was a reminder this was a spanking, but the thwap against her backside was actually rather pleasant. At that point it stopped.

“Obviously a pleasure tool, don’t you think?”

The crowd murmured agreement.

“Or for a bedtime spanking, to help put her to sleep.” This was suggested by an amused Baron.

“I have one more implement to try out.” After a pause, she heard hums of appreciation.

“Now we’re talking,” said a new voice.

“That’ll wake the lass up.” Obviously, this came from the Scotsman.

“Slap it right on her clit,” came the sadist Domme’s voice.

“For god’s sake, woman,” the Baron growled, “will you give it a rest!”

Getting the message at last, the woman huffed. “I was merely making a suggestion.”

Sean patted her tingling behind. “Are you with me, Mara? I didn’t hear snoring, did I?”

“I wouldn’t dare, but I have to admit to liking the furry, thuddy paddle a lot and wouldn’t mind a bit if we took it home with us.”

His reply held a note of amusement. “If you take this next series as well, I’d be happy to oblige.”

“Thank you, Master.”

“I’d reserve your thanks until after we’re finished. This last implement is definitely not made of fur. Here we go.”

A tapping began on her lower cheek, light, easy, almost like the gentle pat of his hand. Then, quick as a coiled snake, it struck, and a biting sting flared across her skin. It was accompanied by a loud thwack and a second later a hiss as Mara sucked air between her lips. As she reeled from the disparate sensations, the tapping started in on her other cheek. This time she was prepared when another resounding blow connected.

He moved on to another spot, tapping briefly before inflicting fire. He continued in a similar fashion all around her bottom, layering the teasing preliminary pats with sharp exacting slaps.

Soon the prefacing taps went away altogether, leaving only the steady slap of the leather keeper against her tenderized behind. It landed without pattern thereafter, first on one cheek, moving onto a thigh, then two in succession on the lower curve of her ass, the next catching the inner aspect of the other thigh. The lack of rhythm and predictability kept her off balance. Unable to remain silent any longer, a gasp, an “oo”, or an “ouch” soon complemented each smarting swipe. Mara had unintentionally become part of the ambient sound of sex and discipline that resonated throughout the large playroom.