Chapter Fifteen
Steele placed Calleigh on the bed facedown and removed the school uniform. “Be still. I’ll get the skin cream.”
Calleigh relaxed for the first time in two days. The nightmare is over. Thank God. I think this has been the longest day of my life! Sheer relief flooded through her body and she sighed, releasing more tension. Calleigh was relieved that the faith she had put in Jason had not been misplaced. He had handled it just as he had promised. While she had been attracted to him and had admired him as an attorney, she now felt an intimate, heart-deep connection and depth of trust that had not existed before. She knew from working with him over the many months they had collaborated on the plans and specs for the club that he had a strong moral compass and terrific work ethic. While he had strong family connections in the community, he was responsible for his own success. She began to realize that there was nothing about him that she didn’t like. Am I in love?
Steele rubbed a soothing skin balm on Calleigh’s sore, red bottom. “How are you feeling? Are you okay?”
“I’m okay. Sore. Glad this is over,” she replied. “Do you think you could just hold me?”
“Oh, baby, of course,” he said as he laid on the bed beside her, gathering her into his strong arms. She went limp as she rested against his shoulder, and tears began running down her cheeks for the first time as she continued to relax. “Come on now, it’s over, please don’t cry,” he said. He gently rubbed the tears from her cheeks and tenderly kissed her eyelids.
“Okay, Master.”
“No more ‘Master’ today. I’m pretty sick of him myself.” Steele ran his hand down her back, soothing and petting, from the nape of her neck to the base of her spine, being careful not to hurt her bottom. He just held her for several minutes and then, rising, began to undress. He got back on the bed. “Come here and rest on your side against me,” he said as he pulled her into the spoon position against his chest and pulled a quilt over them.
After a few minutes of cuddling, Calleigh tentatively rubbed her hand over her butt, feeling the heat in her poor bottom. It’s not as bad as I thought it would be…still hot…I’m hot, my pussy is absolutely soaking. “Do you think we could make love? Just, you know, regular vanilla sex?”
“That would be my absolute pleasure, baby. Are you sure you’re up to it?”
“If you don’t relieve some of this pressure, I am going to explode,” she replied, wiggling her bottom against his hardening cock. “I’m embarrassed to say that turned me on big time. Who would have thought it?”
“A lot of people find a little pain pleasurable. The tension and anxiety can be very stimulating. The trick is to not let it get out of hand. It has to be a mutual pleasure, not one party hurting the other for his or her own satisfaction.”
He pulled her back against his chest and slowly slid his erect member down her butt crack and into her flowing juices. With tender slowness, he rubbed his hard cock over her lower lips, stroking back and forth, circling her engorged clit with the head of his cock. He entered her, and the muscles of her hot pussy clenched as he began a rocking motion. Seating his cock deeply, he withdrew almost to the point of disengaging then plunged back in slow and easy, hitting her G-spot and sending her closer and closer to completion. He made her feel exquisite. His movements gained in strength and speed, bringing her toward orgasm. Her release was sweet but powerful, and he followed her over the precipice into nirvana. He reached down and kissed her shoulder, pulling her closer as his imbedded cock twitched in her still-pulsing pussy. “Sleep, baby.”
* * * *
A powerful feeling of tenderness overcame him—tenderness and keen relief to have safely navigated the obstacles of the last two days. I love this woman, and I have for quite some time.
Chapter Sixteen
“Let’s go upstairs. We’re going to deal with this now,” Trent said menacingly as he strode off, clearly expecting her to follow obediently.
A tingle of dread traveled down Paula’s spine to her pussy. Fun and games are one thing, but I’m not seriously into this discipline thing. “Look, I’m sorry I upset your ‘waa’ in there. I just sort of found my fingers in my pussy—I didn’t mean anything by it,” she said as she trailed reluctantly after him into the suite. “Anyway, it was your fault. I’ve been frustrated as hell for the last two days!”
“Do you feel you bear any responsibility for what happened down there tonight? Or are you completely oblivious to the fact that your disregard for your friend’s legal obligations and your arrogance and selfishness were the consummate cause of this?”
“What do you mean? I didn’t cause this,” she stuttered, horrified.
“No? Relentlessly nagging to get your way, all for a little bit of gossip? Or was it for another more ‘professional’ reason? Not to mention masturbating while your friend was being punished. I find your callous disregard for Calleigh reprehensible. Come here.”
“No! Why?” She had a bad feeling about this.
“I am going to spank your ass.”
“You can’t do that!”
“I can and I will,” he said hotly. “Lay across my lap. You will either obey or use your safe word. Decide now. If you leave, you will just prove my point and your cowardice.”
“Calleigh signed the original confidentiality agreement, not me,” she whined.
“But you knew about it and continued to try to wheedle information out of her. Don’t bother to deny it. I overheard your conversation at Starbucks.”
“You! Then Calleigh’s punishment was your fault, not mine. You ratted her out.”
“So you continue to deny responsibility? I think you need some responsibility applied to your butt with the palm of my hand. Don’t keep me waiting, Paula. If I have to come over there and get you, I will double your punishment. You will take responsibility for your part in this now.”
Paula approached him with misgivings. He pulled her across his lap, bare butt in the air, short denim skirt pushed to her waist. “You really think this was my fault, and this is not just some sex game?” she asked over her shoulder. She was starting to have doubts.
“Do you really think it was not your fault?” Trent asked in disbelief.
“Well, maybe…a little. I have been feeling a little uncomfortable about this whole punishment thing.”
“You’re about to feel a lot more uncomfortable. Now be still.”
“Can we talk about this?”
“We just did,” he said with a hard edge to his voice as his hand came down hard on her ass. The first smack was an eye-opener. Paula jumped and yelped as the sting and heat radiated over her entire butt. “No, stop, please, Master,” she cried, but she did not utter the safe word as in her heart she knew she deserved a good spanking. “I’m sorry! It was partly my fault…”
Again and again his hand came down with a resounding smack across her upraised butt until she knew it was cherry red.
“Partly?” he asked.
“Mostly,” she admitted with tears streaming down her face as she squirmed under his firm hand. “I’ll make it up to her, I promise. I’ll apologize.”
“That’s it then,” he said. “That’s what I wanted to hear.” He ran his hands over her bottom, up her back to soothe her, and over her wet pussy to inflame her.
He set her on her feet. “Tomorrow morning you will apologize to Calleigh.”
He picked her up, moved with her to the veranda, and sat down on a wicker rocking chair, rocking in a soothing rhythm. She felt strangely compliant, relaxed and aroused at the same time. This was all very confusing. “Human sexuality is fascinating,” he said. “The elements of voyeurism and exhibitionism inherent in Calleigh’s experience tonight contributed to her violent orgasm in the Playroom, and I think it was also responsible in part for your unseemly response as well.”
“You mean it wasn’t my fault, but you punished me for it anyway? That hardly seems fair.” She was indignant! He has a lot of nerve!
“You were,
however, culpable for your other misdeeds. You’re a spoiled brat. Were you wondering why we haven’t had sex? I wanted to be sure that our moral compasses were in sync before we became sexually and emotionally involved. I did not like the way you treated your friend, and I didn’t think I wanted an intimate connection with you.”
“Morals? This is a sex club,” she replied with a huff. “You mean you don’t think I’m good enough for you to sleep with—that’s the big ‘reward’ I need to earn? Of all the arrogant bullshit!”
“And you think that because this is a sex club I don’t have a certain standard of behavior for myself as well as my friends and lovers? What goes on here is consensual, for the mutual pleasure of the participants, role playing. For the most part, it’s a game. I would never betray or use a friend.”
“And you think I did? That I intentionally used Calleigh? Maybe my actions were imprudent, foolish, maybe a little selfish as ‘inquiring minds want to know,’ but I would never hurt my friend or use her for personal gain. We’ve been best friends since college! And what did you mean by ‘professional’ reasons? ”
“Are you telling me you did not intend to do an exposé on the club?”
“Of course not! I didn’t know there was anything to expose. Besides, that would be using a friend unfairly and putting her in considerable legal jeopardy, and I would never do that. We’re talking Ocala Country Living here—not The Washington Post—Deep Throat!”
He was quiet for a moment while he thought over what she had just said. “Maybe we’ve had a bit of a misunderstanding,” he said reflectively, as if considering her response.
“Ya think? What about all that ‘trust and communication’ bullshit?” she sniped, not willing to let him off so easily.
“Don’t push your luck, subbie. I could have let Adrienne provide your evening’s entertainment,” he said as he tried to nuzzle her neck.
“Don’t even think I am interested in fooling around with you.”
“Let’s see,” he said as he ran his hand under her skirt and found her drenched pussy. “Seems pretty friendly under here. Let’s go to bed. It’s been a hell of a day.”
“Fuck yourself! And I do mean that literally! I’m not good enough? I don’t know if I am ever going to forgive you for this.”
“Forgive me? You earned every bit of that spanking.”
“God, you’re dense!” You hurt my feelings much more than you hurt my butt. I’ll be damned if I’ll forgive you in this lifetime! I can hold a grudge with the best of them! He would see for himself after she and Robbie took their revenge on Calleigh’s behalf tomorrow that she was a good and loyal friend and not arrogant and selfish, just a little misguided.
* * * *
Trent now had to question himself and his motives. Had he been too hard on Paula, too unforgiving and uncompromising? It wasn’t something he liked to have to consider, but to be fair, he might just have been wrong this time.
Chapter Seventeen
The four met at 9:00 for breakfast on the veranda. The flowers were still covered with dew, and the peacocks were strolling the paths of the garden. Calleigh and Steele were enjoying huge cups of coffee with orange scones dripping warm butter and homemade orange marmalade when Trent and Paula joined them.
“Calleigh, let me just say first that I’m really sorry about you getting in all this trouble. Trent has pointed out, rather forcefully, that I am partly responsible because of my relentless badgering. Also, secondly, I’m sorry I had a physical reaction to your punishment. I don’t know what came over me. I just couldn’t help myself.”
Calleigh could see the distress on her friend’s face. “Honey, don’t feel bad. It’s over and done with, thank goodness,” she replied. “For Heaven’s sake, I got so turned on myself I had a screaming orgasm in front of all those people. It was mortifying! But it’s on to bigger and better things.” She winked at Paula. “Why don’t you get into your bathing suit and meet Robbie at the pool. To be truthful, I’m still sore and tired. Besides, I’m really embarrassed and don’t want to face anyone yet. I think I’ll go back to the suite and relax on the veranda with a book for awhile.”
Steele reached over and kissed Calleigh lightly on the mouth. “While you girls do your thing, Trent and I are going to the gym. See you for lunch.”
Calleigh watched curiously as Trent just quirked his eyebrow at Paula and gave her a tentative smile, but she turned a cold shoulder. Interesting…
* * * *
Paula found Robbie already at the pool reading a magazine. She had a large bag at her feet. “Two uniforms to go!” she chirped with an excited grin.
“Are we really going to do this?” Paula asked.
“Bet your ass!” Robbie replied.
When the “two schoolgirls” arrived at the School Room promptly at 11:00, they found Adrienne, attired as Sister Immaculata, enthusiastically paddling the bare bottoms of her two subs, similarly attired in school uniforms. “I just thought I’d warm up for Calleigh,” she said with a sly grin. “Where is she? I thought she was eager for a new experience.”
“She’ll be here in a minute,” Paula said as she approached the spanking bench at the front of the room. Suddenly Robbie and Paula grabbed Sister by the arms and wrestled her over the bench and quickly secured her flailing arms and legs.
“Let me go! You have no idea who you are dealing with! This is outrageous! You can’t do this to me,” she screamed. Adrienne’s subs stood there with open mouths. “Help me, you two. Don’t just stand there!” she bellowed at them.
“Yes, we can, and we will, Sister!” Robbie replied. “We’ll see how you like a little taste of your own medicine, you mean old bitch! Let’s see if we can help you discover your ‘submissive’ side.”
“Yeah, let’s see how you like getting your wrinkly old butt beat. See if it’s as much ‘fun’ as the other way around,” Paula piped up as she raised the hem of Sister’s habit to her waist and pulled down her white panties.
Robbie considered. “I think we should each give her five strokes, implements of our choosing. I call dibs on the big leather paddle she is so fond of.”
“Good idea, I choose the strap with the dildo handle in Calleigh’s honor, which is only fair,” Paula continued.
“You can’t do this to me!” Adrienne howled, outrage in every movement of her struggling body.
“Don’t worry, Sister. You are going to love it. It’s a very edifying experience that you should not miss,” Paula replied as she took the strap from the wall. Before she could lose her nerve, Paula brought the leather strap down across the center of Sister’s skinny butt twice, then across her thighs twice, and then across the top of her butt just under her waist. Although the strokes were not particularly hard or accurate, they had a good sting and Sister howled, more in fury than in pain. “God, that felt good! What do you think, Sister?” Paula asked with a satisfied grin on her face.
Robbie finished up with five strokes of the heavy leather paddle. “I understand this paddle is your particular favorite, Sister. It’s a real stinger. Do you still like it?”
“You’re a vicious old bitch, and you instigated that whole debacle yesterday. You made sure it would happen and that nothing could be done to stop it. Well, now you’ve had a taste of your own medicine. We’re done. Leave her with her subs,” Paula said as they filed out of the room to return to the pool and well-earned mimosas served by two ripped pool boys.
“Well that was fun,” Robbie quipped. “She deserved it! What goes around comes around, as the saying goes.”
* * * *
At the club’s fully equipped gym, Steele and Trent were working up a good sweat. Steele was lifting free weights, and Trent had already done two miles on the treadmill and two miles on the rowing machine. “I really need to work off some steam,” Trent said. “This is not going exactly as I had envisioned. I’ve been hard for two days, and that’ll take it out of you. Sleeping next to that woman and keeping my hands to myself was a real exercise in
self-control.”
“Fucked it up, did you?” Steele scoffed.
“Yeah, I think so,” Trent replied morosely. “I was sure Paula had some nefarious plan up her sleeve, an exposé or something. Turns out I was wrong, or at least premature. She may be planning one now that I have royally pissed her off. I was also a little judgmental about her relationship with Calleigh. Her behavior just didn’t sit right.”
Steele let the barbell clatter back into the stand. “I’m sure you can make it right with Paula if you put your mind to it. I’m going to have to do the same with Calleigh. I hope our relationship can survive this experience. I’m just glad to see the last of yesterday! Calleigh has been a trooper, but I’ve never been in a position like that before, and I hope I never am again. A little spanking fun is one thing, but that was over the line as far as I’m concerned.”
“I might just have blown a good thing. I’ll probably have to eat some serious crow to make this right,” Trent said with a self-disgusted frown.
“Let’s join the ladies at the pool. I could stand to cool off,” Jason replied with a less-than-sympathetic grin.
Chapter Eighteen
As Steele settled onto the wicker chaise beside Calleigh, he said, “I stopped in the office to speak with Anne Sutton. She tells me there was quite a run on schoolgirl uniforms this morning,” he said with a straight face. “Apparently, Mistress Adrienne had an encounter in the School Room that didn’t go exactly as she may have planned.” He gave Calleigh, Paula, and Robbie a stern look. “Have anything to tell us?”
“What happened?” Calleigh asked in shock as she darted a suspicious look at Paula and Robbie.
“It seems Mistress Adrienne was discovered by the household staff checking the room after it was reserved for an 11:00 appointment. She was left bound to the spanking bench with the handle of the leather strap sticking out of her butt like a horse’s tail,” Steele said in his Master’s voice.
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