Punishing The Players (Spiritual Discipline Book 1)

by Ivy Barrett

The spanks came faster and struck harder. She cried out despite her determination to remain quiet. Why did he have to spank her so damn hard? Each swat landed with a sharp sting, but the pain quickly mellowed to a persistent throb.

  “Say it, Kathrine. Apologize for being disobedient.”

  “I’m sorry I disobeyed.” She hissed as he landed several more firm spanks to each side. Already her entire butt was throbbing and hot, but somehow she knew he wasn’t finished punishing her.

  “That was for the arguing.” He pulled her hips away from the side of the bed while still keeping her bent over. “This...” He pushed his fingers back into her pussy, then worked her wetness up toward her anus.

  She tensed and closed her eyes. Dreading what she knew came next. His fingers, one and then the other, pushed against her pucker with ruthless persistence, opening the reluctant ring and shoving deep into her body. She gasped, then whimpered as those long, thick fingers began to move. The wetness from her core helped him enter, but it quickly dissipated. Soon a stinging edge marred the tantalizing slide and made the motion feel much more punitive.

  “Asses are tight and hot.” He kept right on fucking her with his fingers as he spoke into her ear. “They feel amazing around a hard cock, or even two long fingers. But this isn’t about pleasure. You were hateful and disrespectful, so this must be painful, or you’ll never learn.”

  Before she realized what he intended, he slapped her pussy with his other hand. Pain stabbed through her groin and brought tears to her eyes. She gritted her teeth, knowing he was far from finished. The second slap was not only harder, it was timed to an especially forceful thrust. The searing pain made her lunge back, driving her body farther up onto his fingers. Her already tight sphincter stretched even more and a sharp cry tore from her throat.

  “Please.” She hated begging, but this really hurt.

  Instead of spanking her pussy again, he did something even more diabolical. He covered her tender clit with his fingers and began to rub. “Come around my fingers or I’ll spank your pussy some more.”

  She didn’t want to come, didn’t want to associate pleasure with any sort of anal contact. But his fingers slid smoothly and the slight pain only made her need an orgasm even more. Helplessly, she circled her hips, accenting the motion in her ass and increasing the pressure of his fingertips against her clit.

  “Tell me how that feels.” He nipped her earlobe when she didn’t answer fast enough.

  “Strange, but...”

  “Say it,” he urged. “Admit that this feels good.”

  “It feels better than being spanked.”

  He chuckled and switched from the soft circular motion to a harsher yet even more effective plucking. “So stubborn. Now stop fighting it and come.”

  She tossed her hair back and arched her back as pleasure detonated beneath his fingers. The orgasm tore through her core, making her shudder violently and moan. It shouldn’t have been possible, but she couldn’t seem to control anything when he was around.

  He milked every last shiver out of her before he withdrew his fingers and slapped her reddened bottom one last time. “Stay just like that. I’m not done looking at you yet.”

  Despite the claim, he quickly walked down the hall and stepped into the bathroom. She heard water running, but not a toilet flush. His fingers were up your ass, stupid. He’s washing his hands.

  When he returned, he crossed the room slowly, staring at her obscenely displayed body, no doubt. Her spank-reddened butt was still in the air and her slick pussy was completely exposed by her widespread thighs.

  He returned to his place behind her and traced her slit with the tip of one finger. “I was going to lick this for you before we began our actual lesson, but you got a nice hard spanking instead. Maybe next time you’ll think before you insult me.”

  She remained silent and still, so he swatted her pussy lightly and said, “Now lie down on your back and spread those beautiful legs nice and wide.” The sensual warmth in his tone softened the command, but it was still a command.

  Moving gingerly because of her throbbing rump, she pulled back the covers then climbed onto the bed. The sheets felt cool beneath her burning skin and she was intensely aware of his gaze following her every move.

  “God, woman. Any man who doesn’t think you’re sexy as hell is a fucking moron.”

  Empowered by the praise, she tossed back her hair and slowly spread out on her back. She raised her hands over her head and bent one knee. “Now what?” Her voice sounded hushed and breathless, in keeping with her anxiousness. And her ass throbbed incessantly, a nonstop reminder to behave.

  “Do you have a vibrator or do you just use your fingers to get off?” He sat on the edge of the bed, one leg drawn up in front of him. He was the stern instructor again, his shimmering gaze the only hint of the emotions swarming inside him.

  She hadn’t had sex in two years. Of course she had a vibrator. She’d just never expected to discuss it with anyone. “It’s in my bedroom.”

  “Describe it.”

  “Why?”

  He ignored her question and pushed on. “Does it do more than buzz? Can it stimulate your clit while it’s inside you? Does it create motion?”

  She wasn’t as ignorant as he presumed. She’d browsed online toy stores, so she knew there were toys that simulated just about everything. Still, she’d never seen a reason to place an order. Her trusty vibe, which had been part of her “deprograming”, was discrete and effective. She saw no reason to fix something that wasn’t broken.

  “It just buzzes,” she told him. “I don’t even put it inside me.”

  “Why not?”

  He seemed genuinely confused, so she explained. “I can’t come like that, so I don’t see the point.”

  “You never had an orgasm while Dillon was inside you?”

  Here we go again. She tensed and looked away from his assessing stare. Talking about Dillon was the fastest way to take her out of the mood for sex. “I don’t want to talk about Dillon.”

  “All right. I’ll demonstrate instead.”

  She whipped her gaze back to his face and the wicked gleam in his eyes sent anticipation zinging through her system. “Demonstrate what?”

  He pulled the plastic bag onto his lap and opened it. “How much better it feels when you have something to squeeze.”

  As soon as he asked about vibrators, she’d figured out that he had toys in the bag. Would he explain how each worked and then leave her alone so she could try them, or did he have something more interactive in mind?

  “Use this on your clit.” He handed her a bullet vibrator, but he wasn’t finished. “And I’ll slip this inside you.” He held up a glass dildo. The dildo had the basic shape of a penis, but it lacked the detail of its latex cousins. “It doesn’t vibrate, but it will provide fullness and motion.”

  How did it provide motion? A fresh rush of heat brightened her cheeks as she pictured herself sprawled before him while he fucked her with the glass dildo. “Where did you get these?”

  “I bought them yesterday after our lunch. They’ve never been used and I scrubbed them after I took them out of the packages.”

  She took the bullet vibe then motioned for the dildo. “I’d rather do it myself.”

  “Be my guest, but I’m not moving.”

  It was impossible to miss the challenge in his smile. He didn’t think she’d do it with him sitting right beside her. Silly man. Many of her fantasies included exhibitionist elements. She’d always suspected that she’d enjoy being watched and her experience with Josiah and Chase the other night had proved it.

  The glass dildo felt cool and substantial in her hand. She wasn’t even sure if she was wet enough to get the thing inside her. The spanking had ignited her desire, but thoughts of Dillon always extinguished the flames.

  She set the toys beside her on the bed and closed her eyes.

  “What are you imagining? Tell me about your most common fantasy.”

  That was e
asy, yet she wasn’t sure she wanted him to know. As soon as her thoughts turned sexual, she frequently pictured herself between Josiah and Chase while they each touched and teased her. “I don’t usually start with a specific situation in mind. I think of an image I found arousing, a scene from a movie or picture in a magazine.” She skimmed her hands down the sides of her body, brushing the outer swell of her breasts. “Then I imagine them here beside me, touching and tasting me.”

  “Them? Are there always more than one?”

  She took both her nipples between her fingers and thumbs and squeezed, pushing the sensation to the sharp edge of pain. “Not always, but sometimes. I have two breasts. It’s fun to imagine two mouths and four hands.” Tugging with firm pressure, she simulated two hungry mouths, sucking at her breasts, hardening her nipples. “Then they migrate in opposite directions. One moves up to kiss my mouth while the other slides down between my legs.” She continued to tease her nipples with one hand as she cupped her mound with the other.

  Unsure how he was reacting to her show, she opened her eyes. His lust-bright gaze was focused on her sex with obvious hunger. She slowly moved her hand to her belly, then opened her thighs, offering him an unobstructed view of her slit. She’d never been this bold before, never dared to tease. He fisted his hands, nostrils flaring, and feminine power surged through her, making her giddy. Could she snap his control? Make him beg to fuck her? And would rejecting him then be enough of a lesson, or would this need to continue? A shiver raced down her spine but she wasn’t sure if dread or anticipation launched the tingle.

  It didn’t matter. She needed this just as much as he did. Needed to know she was desirable, if nothing else.

  She slid her hand from her thigh to her pussy, gently teasing the sensitive folds.

  “Are you wet?”

  “Yes, but not as wet as I was with your mouth on me.”

  He chuckled, a deep seductive sound. “Is that an invitation?”

  “An observation.” She fingered her clit, but she really wasn’t that wet yet and the caress felt awkward. All of this had felt so much better when Josiah and Chase did it for her.

  “Lick your fingers, or better yet, let me help.” He crawled onto the bed and knelt between her thighs, then raised her hand to his mouth. His warm tongue circled her fingers, wetting them as he teased her taste from her skin. “Now touch your clit.”

  His tongue would have felt better and triggered an orgasm much faster, but this wasn’t about speed. She was exploring, learning what pleased her, instead of bowing to the desires of a partner. She found her clit and rubbed the sensitive knot in smooth circles. The caress felt nice, but it was hard to surrender when she had to keep reminding herself that his responses, his reason for being with her, was part of an elaborate game. Despite her emotional conflict, her folds grew slick and her body reluctantly awakened.

  He stayed between her legs, watching without touching. She focused on his face as she took the dildo and positioned it at her entrance. His eyes narrowed and he leaned closer. Her folds spread, surrounding the toy, clinging to the smooth surface, but her inner muscles remained resistant to the invasion. With just the tip inside her, she found the vibrator and turned it on. “I think your way was better. I’ll use this while you use that,” she suggested with a wicked grin.

  “Whatever you want. I’m here for you.”

  The simple claim washed over her like an unexpected wave, cold and alarming. She had no doubt he wanted her body, but it would have been nice if he felt more than lust—and a determination to win some fucking bet. She swallowed hard and refocused on the ultimate goal, teaching him a much needed lesson. She touched the vibrator to her clit and her inner muscles squeezed so hard she ejected the dildo.

  Rather than push the toy back in, he touched her gently, caressing her folds, then slowly penetrating her with his finger. He slid his finger in and out, establishing a steady shuttle. She stared at the ceiling and tried to relax, to enjoy the motion as well as the tension gathering beneath the vibrator. Pleasure curled and her clit tingled, but the sensations never peaked. She could hear laughter echoing in her mind and imagine cruel voices.

  Let’s seduce the frumpy neighbor.

  She hasn’t had a man in years.

  His finger slid out and didn’t return, so she turned off the vibrator and looked at him.

  “You’re nice and wet now, but you’re still really tense.” He took the vibrator from her hand and tossed both toys aside. “Talk to me. What’s bothering you?”

  She sat, drawing her legs toward her chest. Her bottom was still tender, but it only really hurt when she moved around too much. “This feels wrong. I’m not sure I can...”

  He pulled her up and toward him until they both knelt on the bed. “You wanted a mentor, not a lover. Say the word and we’ll do this for real.”

  “But I want more than a lover, a lot more. And you’re not interested in a real relationship.”

  “Let me decide what I’m interested in.” He framed her face with his hands and searched her gaze for a long, silent moment. “No more games. Would you like me to stay and show you what passion really means, or should we go back to being curious neighbors?”

  Resentment welled within her, filling her eyes with tears. She frantically blinked them back. She wanted this, ached for sexual freedom and the security of a committed relationship. It would be so easy to melt into his arms and lose herself in pleasure. But none of this was real! “You’ll break my heart.” A sob escaped along with a single tear. “I know you will.”

  “I won’t.” He caught the tear with his thumb, his gaze suddenly fierce. “Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you. Speak the word and it’s yours.”

  Speak the word? There was only one word that mattered when broken hearts were on the line. Love me. Want me for real, not for your own amusement. The impossibility of the thought saddened yet calmed her, allowing her to think beyond the aching emptiness in her heart. Was this how he’d win the bet? Fyn hadn’t been specific about the parameters. Was it a forgone conclusion that they’d both sleep with her, so the first time she said I love you to one or the other, they’d have a winner? The possibility made their contest even more disgusting than before.

  “I don’t know what I want. That’s the problem.” She sighed and lowered her gaze to his chest. His eyes commanded and caressed. It was impossible to remember all the reasons she couldn’t trust him when she looked into those eyes. This was so frustrating. She had to regain control of the situation or tell Fyn she wanted out. And she wasn’t ready to return to her lonely, sexless life. “I want to feel more of what I felt the other night. I can’t stop thinking about it.” She glanced up then away. “But I don’t want to be your toy.”

  He pushed is fingers into her hair, cupping the side of her face. “Sweetheart, you’ve got it backward. I’ve agreed to let you play with me. That makes me your toy.”

  Chapter Seven

  Josiah could barely breathe as he waited for Katie to respond to his statement. They knelt, facing each other in the middle of the bed. She was naked and soft, and the smell of her arousal lingered in the air. If he lowered her to her back and kissed her senseless, this frustrating conversation would end. He’d always been better with actions than words. Chase knew how to flirt and tease. Josiah had always been more direct. He made his interest known and the person either responded or he walked away. And he’d never cared which option they chose. The difference was, he wanted Katie to respond. He needed her with an intensity he hadn’t experienced in years. No, he’d never felt like this before.

  “You want to explore your sexuality and I’ve agreed to help you.” He eased her to arm’s length, his voice sounding more assertive. “I allowed your uncertainty to change my usual approach. I realize now that was a mistake.”

  “No it wasn’t. If you hadn’t been willing to compromise, I would have made you leave.”

  “I’m not talking about compromise. I’m talking about control. You sai
d it yourself; you’re not sure what you want. It’s my responsibility to guide you.”

  She remained tense for another moment, and then a sensual smile bowed her lips. “So guide me.”

  He swept her legs out from under her and laid her back across the bed. Parting her legs with his knees, he settled between them. He arched over her body, minimizing the contact of her breasts against his chest as he drew her arms up on either side of her head.

  “Don’t move your hands.” Her forehead creased as if she would argue, so he clarified, “You do not have permission to touch me.”

  Her brow drew together at that. “Yes, Sir. Do I need to ask permission to speak?” The faintest hint of mockery sharpened her tone.

  “Not unless it excites you to be that subservient. You need to become more comfortable talking to me, not less.” She pressed her teeth into her lower lip, looking suspiciously guilty of something. “Let’s start right now. Why do you suddenly look so guilty?”

  She shifted position, her body undulating as her wrists pulled against his restraining hands. He was careful not to hurt her, but he kept his grip firm and constant, reminding her that he was in control. After only a moment of restless uncertainty, she settled down and accepted the position.

  “The thought of being tied up definitely excites me,” she admitted as color blossomed on her cheeks.

  “Good.” He leaned down and nipped her neck, then whispered in her ear, “It excites me too.” Everything about her excited him. He’d never been with a person who attracted him like this. Not since he first met Chase. And their courtship had been much more gradual. Refusing to be distracted by the past, he shifted his weight to his knees and slowly released her wrists. Much to his satisfaction, she kept her arms right where he’d left them. “What else excites you?”

  “As you know, I’ve been intrigued by the BDSM lifestyle.” She sounded stronger now, less embarrassed. “But I’m not into rules. I want this to be fluid. I have to be free to experiment and evolve. If the situation requires a contract, it’s not for me.”