Tygers 4: Sweet Awakening

by Melinda Barron

  “Yes.” The idea made her feel much better about tonight. About everything.

  Harper toyed with the food on her plate. “Why am I being punished tonight?”

  “For not telling us about the orgasm thing,” Oscar said. “That was information we needed to know. You knew we were going to be intimate, and you tried to trick us. That’s just not going to fly. You have to trust us for this to work, and we have to know everything about you so we can have fun, and have fun safely. You not telling us about that could have been potentially very bad if we tried to force the issue. We need to know what gets you off so we can have a meaningful, and fun, time together.”

  “Nothing gets me off. I think we’ve already covered that subject.”

  “We’ll find the right button to push,” Oscar said. “Just give it time.”

  * * * * *

  Tygers wasn’t nearly as busy as it had been last night. Of course it was only nine. She figured it would pick up as the night wore on. They moved through the public area and into the members’ area very quickly. Oscar went to the front desk with Harper and Walker standing nearby.

  She was very nervous, but also excited. Part of her was angry they’d analyzed her the way they did, but she supposed it came with their professions. A lawyer had to analyze people, so he could decide how to handle their cases best. And a private investigator would have to do the same, so he could tell if the people he was dealing with were telling the truth or not.

  She wished she could hear what Oscar was saying to the woman behind the desk. It would give her a clue about what to expect. The woman handed him a bag, and he turned to them.

  “Let’s go,” Walker said, propelling her forward by putting his hand on the small of her back.

  They followed Oscar up the stairs and then into room two. It was much like the room they were in last night, or at least she thought it was. Harper didn’t remember a great deal about last night, except for getting sick in the trashcan in room nine.

  The room was divided into two parts, a small antechamber and the larger room itself. Walker went into the main room and Oscar turned to Harper.

  “Take off your clothes. Leave them in here. Then come and stand in the circle in the center of the room. Don’t speak, just stand there in what is position one. That’s with your legs spread, your arms clasped behind your back, and your head bowed. You need to remember that, understand?”

  “Yes, Sir. Position one.”

  “That’s right. When either one of us tells you position one, that’s how you place yourself from now on. Don’t take long.”

  When he was gone, Harper quickly took off her clothes. Being naked in front of them didn’t bother her anymore. She was a little concerned by what was about to happen, but she felt better after they’d talked to her tonight.

  At least they weren’t throwing her into it head first. She took a deep breath and stepped into the main room. The two of them sat in chairs, talking. She saw the circle Oscar had mentioned and she stepped inside it, getting into the position he’d told her to.

  They studied her in silence, and then Oscar stood. He walked around her, staying outside the circle.

  “Have you been a bad girl?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Tell us what you did wrong. I want you to be very clear about why you’re being punished.”

  “I’m being punished for not telling you I can’t have an orgasm.”

  “That’s right. You need to remember to be honest. For the first part of the punishment we’ll go down to the public room.”

  “The public room?”

  Oscar stopped walking. “Did I give you permission to speak?”

  “No, Sir.”

  “You will not question your punishment. You will do as you’re told; do you understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Harper’s nerves were beginning to jump. She thought it might be excitement coursing through her veins, but she wasn’t positive. She’d never felt anything quite like it.

  “Now, we will go downstairs for the first part. You will do as you’re told. If you question us in public, if you put up a fuss, your punishment will go that much harder.”

  Walker stood up and stepped toward the circle. “Come to me.”

  Her chest rose and fell with her increased heart rate as she stepped toward him. He held his hands out toward her, a piece of leather stretched between them.

  “In a normal situation it would be too early for this, but it’s not normal. You have to be accustomed to wearing a collar while we’re at Paragon’s. This collar marks your submissiveness, to us. You will wear it when we are here, and from now until we leave.”

  “Kiss it.” Oscar’s voice was deep and demanding. “Embrace your submission.”

  She closed her eyes, feeling a deep mixture of dread and excitement. After this afternoon, she’d thought she could face anything. But she knew once she put that collar on, and they took her downstairs, anything could happen. And although she had trust in them, it was still scary as hell.

  She told herself she was doing this for Helena, so she could go to the resort and find out who her sister was with, what she was doing. But deep down inside she knew that was only part of it. These two men fascinated her. And they’d pegged her perfectly. Maybe they could help her to open up, to find pleasure and know it didn’t make her a bad person.

  She lowered her head to the leather, kissing it quickly.

  “Attach it around your neck,” Walker said. When it was in place, she got back into position one.

  “Very good,” Oscar said. “Now, you walk behind us down the stairs. You’ll receive the rest of your instructions once we reach the punishment room.”

  “My clothes?”

  “You don’t need clothes for this,” Oscar said. “You need to get used to being naked. You’ll spend most of our trip naked, in private and in public. Keep your hands clasped behind your back when you walk.”

  They moved toward the door and she fell into step behind them. She wasn’t ashamed of her body, and she knew they were right. If she couldn’t do it here, she wouldn’t be able to do it at the resort, and that could result in disaster.

  While they were on the stairs, Harper tried to tell herself people weren’t staring at her. After all, there were a lot of naked men, and women, at Tygers. She just fit into the mold. They passed through the main room and entered into a room marked “Penance.”

  There were a few people inside, three Doms and a male sub. The sub stood balanced between two chairs. A rock was tied to his hard cock, and he strained as one of the Doms slapped his dick over and over with a ruler.

  “Keep it up. If it drops again I’m adding weight; do you understand me?”

  “Yes, Master Sir, forgive me, please.”

  “We’ll see, slut. Slap his cock again. Harder.”

  The sounds of wood hitting flesh made Harper jump. Harper cringed when the Dom said, “Slap his balls. Hard.”

  The sub cried out in pain as the ruler came down on his sensitive flesh over and over. Harper shivered and cut her gaze toward them.

  “You pay attention to us, not to them,” Walker said.

  “Over here,” Oscar said. She crossed to him and he pointed to two circles on the floor. “One foot in each circle.”

  They were about three feet apart, and she knew standing in them wouldn’t be comfortable. The sub behind her cried out again as she put her feet in the circles.

  “Now, put a hand in each circle, the ones right above your head.”

  Harper lifted her gaze. There were several circles painted on the wall. She selected two that were a little higher than her head, but Oscar pushed her hands to the ones above it.

  “Very good.” He held an object in front of her. “Do you know what this is?”

  “It’s a dime.” She gave him what she hoped was a sincere look instead of a “what the hell do you think it is” look.

  “That’s right. I’m going to put this dime on the wall, and you’re going to hold it to
the wall with your nose. It’s the smallest of our coins, so it will be a little difficult. Each time the dime drops, you’ll receive five swats. When it drops, you will pick it up, put it back on the wall, and get back into position. Your hands can only leave the circles to pick up the dime, and your feet may not leave their circles at any time. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Oscar put the dime on the wall and whispered, “Start now.”

  She moved her head toward the dime, capturing it quickly. Oscar moved behind her and she tried to concentrate on what she was doing, not on the sub behind her who was now crying for relief.

  Her shoulders started to ache from their unnatural position, and she moved slightly. The dime shifted and she panicked, trying to pull it back up with her nose. She lost her purchase on it, and it dropped to the floor.

  “Crap,” she said.

  “That’s five,” Oscar said. “Pick it up.”

  She had to twist her body to get to the dime without her feet leaving the circles. When she put the dime back on the wall and got back into position, she wondered if she wanted to play this game. She coughed lightly and the dime dropped.

  “Shit!” She laid her forehead on the wall.

  “Pick it up.” Oscar spat the words out, and she wanted to tell him to go to hell. She was scared, trying something in public for the first time. Her emotions were high, and his harsh words wouldn’t make it any better. At least this afternoon there had only been a slight chance of her being seen, and then only by Janice.

  “I said, pick. It. Up.”

  She bent to retrieve it, discovering it had fallen behind her.

  “I’m not a contortionist,” she said. “How am I supposed to get it?”

  “I suppose you’ll have to move your feet out of the circles, and get more swats,” Walker said. “But you’re wasting time, and Oscar isn’t a patient man.”

  She tried to use the wall as leverage to keep her feet in place and reach behind her to take the dime, but failed. Finally, in frustration, she straightened and bent to pick it up.

  “There. Now you have more reasons to punish me because that’s what you want, isn’t it?”

  Oscar shook his head. “Get back into position. This time, don’t drop it. Then you won’t have to worry about picking it up, will you?”

  “Give me a break. This is my first time.” She stomped her foot and sniffled.

  Oscar slowly walked to her. If he’d moved quickly she wouldn’t be as frightened as she was right now. He caressed the small of her back and said, “Don’t think your tantrums will work with me. If you need incentive, then I can provide it.”

  As if to accentuate his words, the sub behind her cried out in pain and denial as the Dom said, “Put his balls in a vise. We’ll see how much he likes it.”

  “I think five minutes in the stocks might get my point across.” He caressed her gently, and her eyes widened.

  “Stocks?” Surely she hadn’t heard right.

  Walker startled her by appearing at her side and attaching a leash to her collar. Oscar took it and led her toward the door.

  She glanced at the sub as she left. A man knelt by him, tightening a wooden device around his balls. The sub cried out, begging for relief. His Master told the tormentor to tighten the screws. She tried to block out his cries as Oscar led her through the door.

  Harper’s gaze roamed the main room. She wanted to pull back, to make him stop so they could talk, but she knew that wasn’t going to work. Surely when he said stocks he didn’t mean the ones used in the olden days. But as they neared the far side of the room, she knew he had.

  There were three sets of them, and one set was full with two females and one male. The stocks sat on a short dais and she wondered how she’d missed them before. She also wondered why the people in the stocks seemed to be so high up. It didn’t take her long to realize the stocks were on a hydraulic system of some sort. Once someone was fastened inside, it would be lifted to give everyone a perfect view of the person being punished.

  As they approached, a man wearing a black hood walked toward them and stopped, waiting on them. Oscar handed him her leash and said, “Five minutes.”

  “Yes, Sir.” The man took the leash and tugged Harper toward an open unit. She grabbed the leash and pulled on it, trying to get away from him.

  “Stop fighting him, Harper,” Walker said. “Or we’ll increase your time.”

  They stopped in front of the stocks to the left. She stared at them, her eyes widening. There was a place for her hands and neck, and a place for her feet. She knew from this position her head wouldn’t be facing the room, her body would, which meant anyone could see her anus and pussy.

  She turned pleading eyes to Walker and Oscar. They both stared at her, their faces unreadable.

  “Step in,” the man said. “Fight me and I’ll pull out the whip.”

  She closed her eyes. The idea of the whip spurred her into action. She stepped onto the base, putting her hands on the designated slots. She started to lower her head, then stopped.

  I can do this. I can do this. It’s just five minutes, unless I screw up, and then it’s longer.

  She lowered her head into the slot, jumping when the wooden beam above her fell into place. The man slammed a lock shut and then stepped away. The base started to rise and Harper shivered. When it stopped, she heard a dial twist, and then there was the unmistakable sound of a clock counting down. She had to listen to the time dwindle? That would make waiting that much harder.

  The position was more than a little uncomfortable, and her mind whirled as she imagined people staring at her while she was being punished. It wasn’t fair. How could she be expected to hold a dime on a wall with her nose, while her arms and legs were being forced into unnatural positions? She wanted to scream that what was happening wasn’t right, but she didn’t, and she wasn’t quite sure why.

  “What did the slut do wrong?” A man’s voice sounded behind her. She couldn’t see around the wood, so she couldn’t see who was talking.

  “She’s in training,” Oscar said. “She seems to think talking back is acceptable. She has to learn to follow directions.”

  “I see. Do you loan her out? That’s an ass I’d like to fuck.”

  Harper stiffened and then gasped when neither Oscar nor Walker answered. Were they considering the man’s offer? She tried to still her breathing as more people made comments about her ass and her pussy.

  Finally, when she thought she would scream out that she was done, that she didn’t want to play anymore, Walker responded to the man. “Sorry. But until she’s fully trained, we won’t lend her out. We enjoy playing with her too much.”

  The clock continued to tick and Harper tried to tune out the people around her. No one touched her, but the way they talked about her body made her shiver. She was sure humiliation was part of the punishment of the stocks, but that didn’t mean she had to like it. Walker and Oscar had to know she was uncomfortable. Why didn’t they stop it? Surely by now they knew they’d made their point?

  Her back started to ache and her feet hurt from trying to balance on the base. The people next to her were lowered and released, so she was the only person on display. The comments increased, with soft feminine laughter making her more than a little angry. She knew if she screamed at the women she would get into more trouble.

  She wanted to scream out the word ‘smoke,’ to let them know she was done. She hadn’t expected to be put into stocks as punishment. Finally, the clock dinged and the device lowered.

  When the hooded man finally slipped the key in the lock, she sighed in relief. Five minutes had never seemed so long before. He lifted the wood and ordered Harper to stand. She did so, turning to the crowd. Only Oscar and Walker stood there. They didn’t look happy, just resigned. She walked toward them and Walker stroked her cheek.

  “Shall we go and try again?” The look Oscar gave her made her shiver.

  “Yes, Sir.” The stocks were definitely a p
ractice she didn’t want to experience again. She was amazed, though, that she’d said yes. Why was she still allowing this to happen? She knew if she said no, then they would stop all play.

  “Good girl. Then let’s go.”

  Chapter Six

  On her fourth attempt she kept the dime up longer than a few seconds. She kept it nailed to the wall for twenty seconds and when it dropped, she lowered herself down gently, not moving her feet, picked it up, and did it again without complaining.

  “Very good,” Oscar said. “You may stop now, but stay turned to the wall. I think you’ve learned your first lesson in obedience. Did you count swats in your head?”

  Yes, Sir. Thirty of them.”

  “That’s right. You will choose the instrument. We’ll use a wooden board, but there are several types you can select from, so make sure you examine them carefully.”

  “Can I ask questions about them?”

  “Yes, you may,” Oscar said, approval in his voice. They were alone in the penance room now. When they’d come back in, the male sub had been on his knees, the vise still around his balls. His Master was spraying cum on his face and chest. He’d then ordered the sub to scoop up the cum and eat it. Only after he’d completed the task was the vise released.

  While his Master praised him, the sub had jacked off into his Master’s hand and licked up his own offering. His cries of pleasure had been intense, and Harper had felt more than a twinge of envy. She wanted to feel that way. She wanted to come that hard and to receive praise from her two Masters. She wasn’t sure where the feeling had come from but it was there, strong and hard.

  “Come to us.” Walker’s voice broke into her reflections. When she was standing in front of them, Walker stroked her thigh. “How are you feeling?”

  “I’m not sure. I don’t want to be enjoying this, because it’s punishment.”

  “But you are,” Oscar said. “Harper, remember what I said last night? It’s okay to like the pain. It’s fine to let yourself go and experience new things.”