Paula thought about it for a moment. Calleigh was a soft-hearted, sweet-natured person, and Paula knew she could never be a part of a revenge plot like this. On the other hand, Paula was fiercely loyal and protective of her friends. She and Calleigh had been best friends for many years, and she was not about to let someone hurt and humiliate her best friend and get away with it! “Yes, I think we should plan it out and see if it could work.”
“I could reserve the room for tomorrow morning, how about 11:00? That would give us time to get up, have breakfast with the guys, and get into costume,” Robbie replied.
Paula piped in, “We could get those schoolgirl uniforms Trent told me about from Wardrobe. Those short, pleated skirts with the white panties showing underneath are so cute. What a kick that would be!”
“Okay, I say we go for it,” Robbie exclaimed.
“Let’s think about this for a minute, Robbie. Could we get in trouble?” Paula asked tentatively, having second thoughts. “Calleigh does not need any more trouble, and frankly, neither do we.”
“I don’t see how. Adrienne’s bound by a confidentiality agreement and release as well, and she would be coming to the room of her own free will. She could use the safe word if she was willing to be totally ridiculed and banned from the club for a month. Members aren’t banned permanently for using the safe word,” she explained. She giggled delightedly. “That’s actually one of my favorite scenes—the naughty schoolgirl and the stern principal. Or even better! Sister Immaculata gets visited by a grown student bent on revenge for the many paddlings she gave him! We could ask Adrienne to come dressed as Sister Immaculata! What a hoot!”
“Let’s go for it! We can always change our minds at the last minute and leave ‘Sister’ hanging,” Paula said. Just thinking about a grand revenge on behalf of her friend lightened her mood and eased her mind. The best revenge is served cold, as they say.
* * * *
Jason was thinking and pacing back and forth in the living room of the suite while he waited for Calleigh to change her clothes. All the talking in the world wouldn’t make a difference if Calleigh couldn’t make the leap of faith and trust him. He was coming to realize just how much that trust meant to him. She had been in his mind and heart for over two years, and he didn’t want to lose this opportunity to cement their relationship. What about that collar with the pink diamond heart I bought on a whim last year and put away in my safe? What was that all about? He hadn’t really fully explained that purchase to himself.
* * * *
When Calleigh finally joined him, Steele was seated in a brocade wingchair, and now Calleigh began pacing back and forth across the living room. “I don’t know, Steele. I’m scared.”
“Do you honestly think I would really hurt you? Yes, your ass will be red and sore, and then it will be over with for good and all, no further legal problems hanging over your head. We’ll deal with this together. Do you trust me?”
“Yes, I trust you,” she replied with a tremor in her voice, and she realized that deep down where it counted she really did trust him. “I know that the spanking play up until now was just for fun and pleasure. This is something entirely different. You have to know that this isn’t easy for me, Jason. We have known each other for a long time, and I have to admit I think I had a little crush on you. We worked well together and enjoy each other’s company, at least I enjoy yours,” she corrected herself. “I thought we really connected at dinner last night. Not to mention, umm…” The color rose in her cheeks as she remembered the stunning orgasm she had had. “We seem sexually compatible.”
“I’ll say,” he interrupted.
“But this is really scary.” Calleigh sat down in a chair across from Jason. “Robbie said we should camp it up and really yank their chains. I should wear a school uniform and play naughty schoolgirl just so they know they didn’t have the last word and scare the shit out of me!”
“That’s my girl,” he said, clearly trying to encourage her. “I feel terrible that you are so frightened. I know how awful this is for you.” His sympathetic reaction did not make her feel any less afraid, but it did reveal a side of him that she really liked. She was starting to feel warm and fuzzy when he snapped her back to reality. “There has only been one punishment delivered here before. A Dom was disciplined for exceeding the ten-stroke limit and injuring a sub. He’s no longer a member,” he said. “Before you are bound to the spanking bench, you will be told to pick out the instrument—crop, paddle, cane, strap, belt, etcetera.”
“What should I pick? The paddle?”
“No, that curved leather paddle will sting like a bitch, and I can’t manipulate it as well. I believe it’s Adrienne’s favorite. Better to choose the short-handled strap. I can control the strokes more easily with that. I don’t want any overlapping strikes to leave welts. It’s really all about the drama, baby.”
“Oh. My. God.”
“Come here, subbie. Such a brave girl! How about some positive reinforcement training,” he said with a growl. “Strip and assume the position.”
“Yes, Master Steele,” she said as she stripped off her clothes and kneeled before him, head bowed. Looking up, she smiled into his smoky gray eyes and, reaching for his zipper, she asked, “May I, Master?” Calleigh wanted to express her trust and commitment in a physical way, to give Jason the gift of her submission and maybe even her heart.
“Yes, slave.” Slowly she eased the zipper down and his engorged cock sprang free. His shaft, long and thick, pulsed in her hand. Calleigh took his beautiful, hard cock in her mouth, savoring the masculine taste and scent of him, slowly running her tongue around the glans and over the slit at the tip. She licked the small, pearly drop waiting there. Carefully, she took him fully into her mouth, sucking with a gentle pressure, easing his length in and out, swirling her tongue over the head. Moving faster, then slower, then harder, then softer, she brought him to the edge of completion then eased back again over and over as he had done to her. Teasing, keeping the final satisfaction just out of reach, she played with him. She took his balls gently into her mouth and softly tongued them with little butterfly strokes, then returned her attention to his cock. “Too much, baby, I’m gonna come.” A burst of hot semen shot into her mouth, and she swallowed the precious seed greedily, loving the feel, touch, and smell of him. She held him in her mouth as he slowly softened, savoring the feeling of peace and contentment.
Steele leaned back, looking boneless and replete with pleasure. He pulled her into his lap and kissed her slowly and fully, tasting his seed on her tongue. Rising easily from the chair with her in his arms, he strode to the bedroom and gently deposited her on the bed, joining her to cuddle and nap the afternoon away.
* * * *
Steele and Calleigh dined on the private veranda of the suite, not wanting to appear in public prior to the evening’s event. She was too nervous to enjoy the meal. “I’m coming out of my skin!” she exclaimed. “I wish this was over with.”
“Me too, baby. I’m as nervous over this as you are.”
“I doubt that, Steele. It’s not your ass on the line.” Calleigh was terrified of not only the pain to come but also the public humiliation. She would be stripped naked and beaten in front of a room full of strangers. The only way she could get through this would be her total and complete trust in Jason.
“Actually, it is…as your beautiful ass belongs to me. I’m not inclined to share it with anyone else, visually or otherwise, ever again.” God, it’s true. This is my woman, and I have been waiting a long time for her. It was obvious to him now that Calleigh had been the reason several of his promising relationships had fizzled before they had really gotten started. He realized that in his heart he had been waiting for her all along, and now he had to participate in this “witch hunt” or worse with the woman he was beginning to think he was in love with.
Calleigh blinked, looking surprised. “I didn’t know you felt that way, Jason, that you had such strong feelings for me. I have to adm
it that my feelings for you have been growing stronger and stronger as well.”
* * * *
In the Sea Island Suite, Paula and Trent were relaxing on the veranda. “Come on, sub, let’s try some more sensation training—explore your outer limits,” Trent said as he drew her over to the foot of the bed.
Well, maybe I am actually about to have some fun.
“Pull up your skirt, kneel on the bench, and bend over the foot of the bed,” he directed,
Well, maybe not. She hesitated. “Master, I’m really not comfortable…”
“I don’t remember asking you if you were comfortable, sub. Now follow orders or use your safe word and leave,” he ordered.
“I won’t use my safe word and leave Calleigh here alone!”
“Since when are you concerned about Calleigh?” he asked. “As far as I can tell that has not been a priority. Now,” he continued, “I think it’s time you learned to ride the ‘fickle finger of fate.’”
“What is the ‘fickle finger of fate,’ Master?” she asked as a jolt of apprehension, tempered by pleasure, speared straight to her pussy, unleashing a flood of moisture.
“Bend over, crack a smile, and find out!” When she reluctantly did as instructed, he slowly ran his hands over her bare bottom and wet pussy, spreading her cheeks and pussy lips. “When I insert my finger in your pussy, you have permission to pleasure yourself but not to come. You are the slave so you will do the work,” he said as he gave her upraised butt a smart slap and inserted something finger shaped but covered in little nubs with a rubberlike texture into her pussy.
“My God, Master, what is that?” she gasped.
“Just a little sensation enhancement,” he replied as he lightly stroked her clit with his thumb. “Now, move your butt, sub.”
Tentatively, Paula began to rotate her hips against the textured finger he kept inserted in her pussy. The sensation was intense, but as she tried to apply more pressure, he lightened the contact. She pumped more vigorously, but he retreated, keeping satisfaction just out of reach. “You need to learn patience, sub. You need to earn your rewards.”
He stroked a moistened finger over her tiny puckered anus and she bucked. “Please, Master, don’t do that.”
“Quiet, sub. You will get used to this. Maybe tomorrow we’ll have you wear a butt plug and start to stretch those anal muscles. What do you think?” he said.
“I don’t think I’ll like that, Master,” she replied.
“We’ll see.” His finger came out of her sucking pussy with a pop as he disengaged.
“Please, Master, don’t stop yet. I need…”
“Not today, sub,” he said with a grimace.
With a sigh, Paula knew she was not going to get off tonight either, and that was just not right! As she stood up, Paula noticed that his cock was rock hard and he had a tense look on his face. She wondered why, with his desire for her evident, he was denying both of them the release they craved.
Chapter Thirteen
At 8:30, dressed in the short schoolgirl uniform with the requisite frilled, white panties, saddle shoes, and kneesocks, her hair in two pigtails, Calleigh accompanied Steele to the Playroom. The room was crowded with club members and their subs, club staff, and dungeon monitors, all in a wide variety of BDSM attire. To Calleigh it looked like Halloween on steroids, and not in a good way! She was as on edge and as nervous as she had ever been in her life. Steele was in full Dom mode, wearing low-slung, tight black jeans and black alligator cowboy boots, and his broad, dark-haired chest was bare. He kept his hand around her arm and steered her toward the spanking bench that had been placed in the center of the room and lit with a bright spotlight. The bench resembled a sawhorse with heavy padding across the top and was secured to the floor for stability.
Calleigh’s heart rate accelerated and worms of dread crawled in her belly, but she put on a good front, swaying her hips under the hem of the extremely short plaid skirt, as she was led into the circle of light. “Pick your instrument of punishment and bring it to your Master,” she was ordered by the Dungeon Master.
“Yes, Sir. The strap, please.” She walked over to the wall and took the strap down. It felt heavy and ominous in her hand.
“Kiss the lash, deliver it to your Master, and ask for your punishment,” the Dungeon Master continued. “Do you have anything to say before your punishment is administered?”
“No, Sir.” Calleigh kissed the strap and handed it to Steele. “Please punish me as I deserve, Master.” From the corner of her eye she saw Mistress Adrienne and her two subs standing in the inner circle around the bench. She also saw Michael and Robbie Hamilton and Trent and Paula. She bent over the spanking bench, arms and legs spread wide, her white, frilled panties pulled down below her butt and the pleated skirt raised to her waist. The two dungeon monitors secured her to the side bars with padded leather cuffs. Calleigh felt completely vulnerable, butt in the air, pussy exposed. This was so much worse than any slaps to her bottom administered by Steele in the suite. Steele stepped up behind her and she knew he was warming up the chamomile and mint oil in his hands, as he had promised he would, before he anointed her bottom, massaging the slick oil into her trembling cheeks and over her exposed pussy to protect her delicate skin. Next, as he had told her he would, he tested the suppleness of the strap, snapping it between his large hands, and took several practice swings at the legs of the bench. The sound cracked in the air and made her jump. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Breathe, baby, remember it’s all about the drama.”
“Master Steele, please begin the punishment. Sub, count your strikes,” the Dungeon Master intoned.
Even though Steele stealthily pulled the blow at the last moment, the first cracking lash of the strap landed dead center across the right cheek of her bare bottom before she had fully prepared herself. She yelped! “Count the strikes, sub,” the Dungeon Master reminded her.
“One, Master.” Her butt stung, but as the heat spread across her ass and down into her pussy, she realized the smack of the strap was not as painful as she had anticipated. Steele had told her he would position each new strike to the outer edge of the one before, and she could feel as he alternated sides that the strikes never overlapped. Shit, he is damn accurate. She gritted her teeth against another stinging thwack.
By the time he had administered five cracking lashes of the strap, her inflamed ass was red hot as her pussy gushed cream. This is oddly arousing, but I wouldn’t want to make a habit of it. By the time nine lashes had been administered and counted out, she knew her butt was red from top to bottom and side to side. “Nine, Master,” she whimpered, “one more, please.” The final strike was delivered along the crack of her butt, the supple tip of the lash just nipping the pouting lips of her throbbing pussy. She screamed as the orgasm that had been building ripped through her system. She moaned her pleasure as each spasm exploded with sizzling intensity from her womb outward through her entire body.
Steele bent down and released the restraints binding her arms and legs. He picked her up in his arms and strode from the Playroom. “We’re done here. It’s over, baby.”
Chapter Fourteen
The observers who had been holding their collective breath began to disperse. Trent turned to Paula in time to see her hooded eyes glaze over as her self-induced orgasm rocked through her system, and she withdrew her damp fingers from beneath her short denim skirt. His face hardened as he said, “I don’t believe I gave you permission to come, sub. Did you enjoy your best friend’s pain and humiliation?”
“No, Master. I’m sorry! I know I didn’t have your permission to come, but I couldn’t help myself.”
“Couldn’t stop yourself from fingering your pussy to climax? I’m extremely disappointed and disgusted. There will be repercussions, sub.”
“I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me. I really couldn’t help myself…”
“To whom are you speaking?” he asked with a thunderous look.
“I’
m sorry, Master. Please forgive me.”
“I’m not the one you should be apologizing to or who needs to forgive you.”
Mistress Adrienne and her subs stopped in front of Trent. “It looks like this one needs a good whipping as well, Trent. She’s very disrespectful. Let me know if you need any help with that,” she said as she turned to leave the Playroom, dragging her subs after her. “I think you two need some discipline. What do you think?” She cackled.
* * * *
As they moved to leave, Robbie turned to her husband and said, “Babe, I need a minute to speak to Adrienne—Women’s Club business.”
“Sure, honey. I’ll see you back in the suite.”
“Mistress Adrienne, may I please have a moment?” Robbie requested respectfully.
“What is it, Roberta? I’m in a hurry to give these recalcitrant subs some much-needed attention.”
“Mistress, Calleigh asked me to request that you meet her in the School Room tomorrow at 11:00 as she desires to experience a paddling from someone with a firmer hand than Steele. She feels that his emotional attachment to her impedes his performance in this area.”
“Does she? Well I would be happy to show her what a real paddling feels like. I am sure she will greatly enjoy it. I thought Steele went too easy on her tonight as well.” Adrienne smirked.
“Thank you, Mistress Adrienne. I will let her know that she is to attend you in the School Room tomorrow morning. Could you possibly wear the Sister Immaculata costume? It would mean so much more to her, as she was a Catholic school student.”
“Certainly. I can do that.”
As Adrienne turned and left the Playroom, Robbie pumped a victory fist into the air. “I love it when a plan comes together!”
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