by Ivy Nelson
“This feels so different.”
Patrick let one hand fall to her wrist and lifted it so she could see her new bracelet. “That’s because it is,” he said with a wink. He brushed a feather soft kiss to her forehead, then pulled her to the chair where he sat. He snapped his fingers and pointed to the floor in front of him.
“Kneel.”
His cock stiffened in his jeans as her knees bent and she dropped to the carpet.
“Good. Now, why am I spanking you?”
Her eyes flitted about, and she swallowed. Just as he was lifting his hand to guide her gaze back to him, she said, “Because I forgot how to address Master Eli, Sir.”
Patrick rewarded her with a smile and a gentle caress on her cheek. “Very good. Let’s get this over with.”
Austin scrambled up and lay across his lap with practiced ease. She was no stranger to a good spanking. He’d already pulled the hairbrush from his bag, but now he dropped it on the floor, so she was staring at it. “We’ll get to that in a few minutes.”
Her skirt was short, just barely covering the swell of her ass. His fingers trailed up her thigh until they brushed the soft material. He eased the skirt up to reveal a lacy black thong that would offer no protection from his hand or hairbrush.
“Remember, the club safeword is red. You can pick another one if you like.”
Austin nodded. “Red is fine, Sir.”
He raised his hand and let it fall hard on her right cheek. Her head jerked up and she tensed. It wasn’t the hardest he was capable of, by any means, but a delightful rosy color had already formed on her bottom. He repeated the motion on her left cheek, a little harder this time. Hard enough that he saw his handprint for a brief moment before it faded.
Austin let out a little whimper and Patrick resisted the urge to dip his fingers between her legs. This was punishment and his chance to set the tone for her training. A song with an up-tempo bass line came on and Patrick began the spanking in earnest, peppering her cheeks with stinging swats in time with the bass. When she was writhing in his lap and her ass was sporting a delicious red shade, he stopped and fisted a hand into her hair, lifting her head up. “How are you doing?”
“Fine, Sir.”
“Good. Hand me the hairbrush.”
She braced herself on the leg of the chair and picked up the wooden hairbrush. It was a favorite implement of Patrick’s. Especially for punishment spankings. He hefted it in his hand when she handed it to him before balancing it on the small of her back. With slow movements, he tugged her panties down to her knees. Twisting his wrist, he set a timer on his smartwatch.
“Two minutes,” he said as he picked up the brush. His lips quirked up as he felt her tense. Two minutes wasn’t that long but could feel like forever when your ass was being struck by a wooden hairbrush.
Wasting no more time, he brought the hairbrush down on her butt. Seeing it sink into her flesh and watching the skin bounce back as he lifted it again was almost mesmerizing. He focused on one cheek until she squirmed and moved to cover herself with her hand. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” he chided. “I would hate to have to start the timer over.”
Her hand flew back to the floor and he moved to focus on the opposite cheek for several seconds.
“Please,” she moaned as he rained fire down on her bare ass.
“Please what, baby girl?”
“Stop, please. I won’t forget again, I swear,” she cried out as he continued to spank.
Her hand flew back to protect her bottom, and he caught her wrist with his non dominant hand and pinned it at the small of her back. “Naughty girl,” he chided. There were only a few seconds left, but she didn’t know that.
The brush was alternating cheeks now, and she ground against his erection in her attempts to avoid the painful swats. When the timer blinked on his watch, he dropped the brush so it clattered in front of her face and let go of her hand so she could have a moment to rub the soreness out.
“Jesus, fuck. You spank hard,” she whimpered as her hand rubbed.
Clearly, he needed to drive the point of the spanking home, so he lifted her wrist and peppered her with six hard swats. “What did you forget?” he asked when he was done, and she was back to rubbing.
“You spank hard, Sir,” she cried out.
“Better,” he said with a chuckle. He pushed her panties further down her legs until they pooled at her ankles.
“Kick them off.”
She was quick to obey. When her legs were free, he kicked her legs apart and plunged a hand between them. Just as he suspected, her cunt was soaked.
“Somebody enjoys being punished,” he murmured as he caressed her folds. “Who does this pussy belong to?”
“You, Sir.”
“Good. Stand up.”
When she stood, still rubbing her bottom, he turned her to face him. “That’s enough rubbing. Hands in front of you,” he commanded.
Reluctantly, she brought her hands in front of her, clasping them together.
“How are you doing?”
Her face was blotchy, but she gave him a shy smile. “Good, Sir.”
“Good enough to play a little bit?”
Her nod was enthusiastic. When he furrowed his brow, she was quick to add, “Yes, Sir.”
He chuckled. “How do you feel about rope?”
Austin gave a shrug. “I’ve only played with it a few times.”
“Go kneel under the frame there.”
As she turned to obey, she tugged her skirt down over her bottom.
“Stop. Turn around. Come back.” He was standing now with his arms folded. When she was back in front of him, he reached behind her and unzipped the skirt. With a single tug, it was pooling around her ankles.
“I don’t recall telling you to cover your bottom,” he said. “Take the rest of your clothes off.”
He knew from her previous scenes with other Doms that she wasn’t shy about public nudity and was pleased when she quickly complied.
“Sorry, Sir,” she muttered as she handed him her shirt and bra.
He tucked a finger beneath her chin. “I’m not. It gave me an excuse to make you strip for me. Naked subs are the best subs.”
Her blush was instant, and he leaned in for a tender kiss. “You’re doing good, baby girl. Now, go kneel under the frame.”
He really wanted to take her to his suite and fuck her, but he’d loaned it out to another couple this weekend since he hadn’t planned on playing. He wasn’t fond of fucking in public the way Elijah was, so they would have to wait until they got back to the hotel for sex. Providing she invited him back to her room or accepted an invitation to his, of course.
She looked gorgeous kneeling, and seeing her there now, he knew exactly how they would play. Since she was new to rope, he would tie her on the ground instead of putting her in the air. Ropework on the ground could be incredibly connecting for two people, and he could put her in a number of fun positions to explore and familiarize himself with her body.
Pulling several hanks of rope from his bag, he crossed to where she knelt and dropped them in front of her.
“We’re going to have some fun, but first, I want to teach you something.”
She sat up a little straighter and smiled. “I am an eager student, Sir.”
He tugged at the loop on one hank of rope and unfurled it. “This rope is folded in half and the center here,” he said indicating the loop, “is called the bight. When we play with rope, you will be in charge of bundling it when we’re done, so watch carefully.”
He showed her how to find the bight and how to bundle the rope, so it was easy to unfurl and use the next time.
“How do you keep it clean?” she asked.
“This particular kind of rope can go directly into the washer. Other kinds are harder to clean, and we can use brand new rope if it makes you feel better. I never use rope that touches a girl’s pussy or mouth on another girl. I usually just gift that rope to them. Rope that doesn�
�t go those places is perfectly safe to reuse.”
He let her practice bundling a couple of strands of rope, praising her when she did it well, and gently instructing when it wasn’t quite right. She seemed to genuinely enjoy learning.
“You can practice again when we’re done,” he said as he moved the bundles behind her. “I want to tie you up and play with you now.”
Moving behind her, he pulled off his shirt. Skin to skin contact was a great way to build a connection with someone you were about to put into rope. Wrapping an arm around her from behind, he pulled her firmly to his chest. Her head rose in surprise when she realized he was bare chested. He lifted his eyebrows and gave her a small smile. “Try to relax.”
He held her tightly to him with one arm and flung a bundle of rope to free it with his other. Moving it to the hand around her, he began to tie, doing his best to never break contact with her. She had no trouble relaxing and Patrick had a hard time believing she’d only done this a handful of times. Soon, he had her encased in a simple chest harness that kept her arms bound to her sides. For now, her hands were free, but he would fix that in a minute.
He’d moved so he was in front of her, and he tugged on the rope to pull her in for a kiss. Unable to move her arms, she had to trust him to keep her steady as he devoured her mouth. It didn’t take long for her to relax into the kiss and pour her own energy into it. Feeling beside him with one hand, he found the next bundle of rope and let it fly. Breaking the kiss, he gave her a gentle push and helped her lay on her back. With speed that only comes with practice, he folded her legs so her ankles met the backs of her thighs and tied them so she couldn’t unfold them.
“Keep your legs spread and let me know if you suddenly can’t feel a limb or something tingles,” he said. Her pussy was on full display, and he plunged two fingers into her slick opening.
“Fuck,” she cried as he crooked his fingers and pressed a thumb to her clit.
He grinned and stroked her clit with firm motions. It hardened under his attention and he knew he could milk an orgasm from her in minutes if he wanted to. Instead, he withdrew his hand and moved away from her, so she lay bound and on display.
She whimpered at the loss of his touch, and he stood towering over her. “Stay there, little sub. I’ll be right back.”
He stepped the short distance to his bag, careful to make sure she never left his field of vision. Hefting the bag over his shoulder, he dropped it next to her, and she jumped at the sound of the thud so close to her head.
He knelt next to her again and unzipped the toy bag. He pulled out a small plastic paddle, a pair of nipple clamps, and a brand-new dildo he’d picked up in the club gift shop before Austin arrived.
“This is new and clean,” he assured her when her eyes widened at the phallic toy.
“You pick,” he said holding up the three items. “We’re using all three, but you get to decide the order.”
“Clamps, Sir,” she said boldly. She was comfortable in her role and wasn’t at all embarrassed about a club full of people seeing her naked. He wasn’t sure why that was such a turn on, but it made him want to fuck her even more.
“Good choice.” With finger and thumb, he kneaded one nipple, gently at first then increasing pressure. When she was moaning and pulling away, he attached one clamp and repeated the process on the other nipple. She squeezed her eyes shut and Patrick found her clit again, helping the pain to morph into pleasure.
“On a scale of one to ten, how badly do you want to come right now?”
“Ten, Sir,” she whimpered.
He stopped fingering her pussy and picked up the other two items. “What’s next?” he asked.
“What are you going to do with the paddle?” she asked hesitantly.
He shook his head. “You don’t get to know that. You just have to pick.”
She heaved in a deep breath and jerked her head towards the paddle. “Might as well get it over with.”
Patrick smirked and moved so he was kneeling between her bound and spread thighs.
“Such a gorgeous cunt,” he murmured. “Let’s see if we can make it red. Don’t worry. I’m not going for the shade I turned your ass earlier. Just a little color,” he said when her eyes went wide, and she tried to close her legs.
“But, if you close your legs, all bets are off, and you’ll get a proper pussy spanking.”
Her thighs relaxed again, and he dragged the paddle across her slick cunt. When she was moaning and lifting her hips to meet the gentle rubbing sensation, he lifted the paddle and smacked against her wet folds. It sounded harder than it was, but she writhed as if he’d struck her hard. “Calm down, baby girl. Just feel it. It’s going to make the dildo feel even better when we finally get to it.”
“OK, Sir. I’ll try.”
He struck her again, and this time, she moaned. Three more times, he smacked the small paddle against her pussy. Then he spread her folds with one hand and flipped the paddle around and gently tapped the plastic handle against her clit. She moaned and let out gasps of pleasure.
“Please, let me come, Sir,” she cried out. Those were the magic words, and he dropped the paddle. Since the dildo was all that was left, he picked it up and moved so he was near her head again.
Holding the head of the thick toy to her lips he said, “Show me how well you suck cock.” Her tongue darted out to wet her lips before she opened her mouth and allowed him to slowly push past her teeth. Her cheeks hollowed as she suckled the toy and he fought the urge to turn this into a rough face fucking. That’s not what this scene was. There was time for that later. For now, he was just trying to lube the toy up a bit. Not that she needed it, her cunt was drenched and would take the toy with ease.
“Are you ready to have your pussy fucked, baby girl?” he asked as he pulled the dildo free from her mouth.
“I wish it were your cock, Sir,” she whimpered.
Patrick gave her a wicked grin. “Be a good girl, and you might get your wish later.” With no further warning or discussion, he positioned the toy cock at her entrance and slammed it into her. She cried out at the shock of it and before she recovered, he was pumping it in and out of her at a punishing rhythm. When he knew she was close to an orgasm, he reached into his back pocket and pulled out her vibrator. Switching it on, he pressed it to her clit.
“Come for me, sub,” he ordered. It took her less than ten seconds to obey. Her pussy clenched hard around the dildo as the orgasm ripped through her. His hand was soaked from her wetness, and he continued to fuck her with the toy. When two orgasms turned into three, she was begging him to stop. He flicked the vibrator off and pulled the dildo free. Tossing both on a nearby towel, he hovered over her and said, “That’s the last time a toy makes you come while you belong to me, are we clear?”
He knew she was too spent for words, so he accepted her frantic nod and dropped a kiss to her forehead.
“How are your limbs,” he said as she fought to catch her breath.
“Arms might be getting a bit tingly, Sir,” she said after several gulping breaths.
With gentle movements, he helped her sit and quickly released the ropes. “When you feel like you can, slowly raise your arms out to the sides. It will help bring some of the blood flow back,” he said as he tossed the messy tangle of rope to the side and gently rubbed her arms. After a few seconds, she did as he’d suggested, and he moved to untie her legs.
“Same with your legs, straighten them slowly when you feel like you can.”
While she moved to work the feeling back into her limbs, he rummaged in his bag for a blanket and wrapped it around her.
“That was fucking hot,” he murmured, as he held her against his chest.
When she was relaxed against him, he pressed a kiss to her forehead. “We’ve been at this station for a while. Let’s clean it up and move to one of the loveseats,” he said after they’d sat on the floor together for several minutes.
“Move over to the side and put your skirt and bl
ouse back on. Skip the bra and panties.”
She scrambled to do as he said. While she dressed, he snagged a bottle of disinfectant and some paper towels and wiped down the rubber mat they had been playing on. When he turned from finishing his task, his heart swelled with pride. His sub was learning fast. Austin knelt to the side where he had haphazardly tossed his rope and was bundling it just as he’d showed her to do. He waited until she finished the third strand to approach her. Towering over her with arms folded, he said, “Austin.” Her head flew up as she set the third bundle in the pile of finished rope.
“Sir?” she questioned, a slight tremor in her voice. “Did I do it wrong?”
He shook his head and crooked a finger, motioning for her to stand. When she did, he hauled her into his arms and kissed her hard. “You did very well. I have a feeling you were the teacher’s pet when you were in school.”
Her grin was all the reward he needed. “Come on, I want to take you back to the hotel and fuck you, but we have a few more things to go over since it’s your first night as a house submissive.”
They spent the next half hour cuddled on a love seat discussing the things that would be expected of her. Another house submissive walked by, and Patrick snapped his fingers at him. The man quickly approached and dropped to one knee in front of the couch. “How can I help you, Master Patrick?” he asked.
“Simon, you’ve met Austin, she’s new to the house sub program. Can you please give her a quick tour of some of the places she’ll be working during her shifts? The bar, the supply closet, you know the drill.”
Simon smiled and offered a hand to Austin. “Welcome to the team, Miss Austin.”
“Can’t you show me?” Austin asked, as she stood.
Patrick gave her a firm smack on the rear. “Do as you’re told, baby girl.”
“Yes, Sir,” she mumbled and followed Patrick.
As he was watching her walk away, a hand smacked him on the back of the head. “Ouch, what the fuck?” He rubbed his head as he whirled to see Holly glaring at him.
“You’re supposed to warn me if you’re going to be down here playing. I walked right up on you shoving a dildo in her when I came to get water for Master.”
