Tygers 4: Sweet Awakening

by Melinda Barron

  “But this wasn’t pain, it was humiliating.”

  “Yes,” Oscar said. “The stocks are humiliating. But they focused your energies on following your punishment like you were supposed to, didn’t they?”

  She nodded, looking down at the ground. “Are you going to whip me in public?”

  “No,” Oscar said quickly. “I’d like to, but for the first one I think a private session will teach you more. Half from me, half from Walker. And then we’re going to fuck you.”

  Harper’s insides quaked. She loved the idea very much, since it had been almost a year since she’d had sex, barring the incident in Oscar’s office this afternoon. Still, she worried she would disappoint them once again.

  “What happens when I don’t come?”

  “You’re thinking about it too much,” Walker said. “Just relax and enjoy the sensations. Don’t let your mind invade your physical pleasure.”

  “Will I be punished, though?”

  “No,” Oscar said. “But Walker’s right. You just need to relax and enjoy the sensations. That will bring you closer to orgasm than thinking about it ever will.”

  They led her out of the room, back toward room two. On their way through the public room she noticed three women in the stocks. These women were giggling as the hooded man spread apart their cheeks and displayed their rosettes to the people watching.

  “Is that punishment?”

  “No, it’s an auction,” Walker said. “Sometimes subbies who are not attached allow themselves to be put on display and auctioned.”

  “For real money?”

  “No, it’s fake money, and it’s done for the enjoyment of it. It’s much like Helena would have been auctioned off at Paragon’s.”

  Harper tried to block the idea of her sister up for auction, but it ground into her mind. She had to remember Helena was a grown woman, who did these things for pleasure. No one forced her into it, and no one was forcing Harper. She’d given up the idea she was doing this totally for Helena. It would help keep her part of the search, true, but more than anything right now Harper wanted to experience BDSM with these two men, who were proving to be so fascinating to her.

  When they were in room two, Walker sat down and Oscar led her to a table with numerous wooden paddles. Some were short and round, and others were long and thin, or long and thick. She stared at them, unsure what to pick, or what would be the proper one to use.

  “I don’t know,” she said softly. “I’ve never been spanked. Never. Not even when I was a child.”

  “You were a good girl?” Walker said from his chair, amusement in his voice.

  “Yes, but not even Helena was spanked, and she was a bad girl. Our grandmother wouldn’t do it, and our mother wasn’t around, and when she was, she’d just laugh off everything Helena did.”

  “We’ll use two, then,” Oscar said. “I’ll use one, and Walker will use one. Would you like an idea about how they feel?”

  “Yes, please.” Her voice shook as she spoke. The idea of receiving thirty swats was hard enough to swallow, but using two different implements was a tough idea too.

  “The thinner boards can hurt as much as the thicker ones. To show you the difference I think we should choose one of each. You decide whether it’s round or long.”

  “What’s the difference?” Harper stared at them, wondering if Oscar, or Walker, had tried using each of the boards on a submissive.

  “The difference is in what it covers,” Walker said. “The shorter ones stay in one area, obviously. The longer ones will strike both cheeks at the same time.”

  Harper stared at them, then pointed to a thin round one and a thin long one.

  “Choose one that’s thicker,” Oscar said. “It matters not if it’s the round one or the longer one, but one needs to be thick.”

  “I don’t want a thick one.”

  “Very well, I’ll choose the longer, thicker one. Walker will use the round one, and he’ll start off. You need to go and bend over the stone table.”

  “Can’t we do this tomorrow?” Harper felt like her system had been overloaded. First, the afternoon session in Oscar’s office, then the stocks and the dime. And now the spanking.

  “No,” Oscar said. “Remember this is a crash course, and we still have quite a bit to do, not the least of which is taking your ass cherry. We’ll do that tomorrow night.”

  Harper shivered, hugging herself. “I thought we were going with the idea that I was a novice who wanted to learn new things.”

  “We are,” Walker said. “But Paragon’s has a strict rule about subbies not being too new to the lifestyle. I told Bruce Sawyer you were experienced. That’s the only way he would agree to the undercover idea. We have to keep up that ruse, or we’re sunk.”

  Harper nodded, then closed her eyes in pleasure when Oscar caressed her cheek. “Don’t worry. Walker will fuck your ass first. He’s much gentler than I am. Now, go and bend over the table.”

  The stone was cold under her skin, and she supposed it added to the excitement of a “scene.” She tried, and failed, to relax.

  “We’re going to deliver a few swats to each cheek to warm you up a bit,” Oscar said. “These won’t be hard. We’ll deliver them with enough force to tingle. When the actual spanking starts, you will count. No need to say thank you or mention names. Just numbers will do for now. It is your responsibility to keep track of the number. Fifteen from Walker. Fifteen from me.”

  Harper nodded, and when Walker slapped one cheek, and Oscar the other, she didn’t cry out. They alternated swats, slapping her with the palms of their hands. Her buttocks felt warm, and the tingly feeling shot through her body.

  Would this produce the much-anticipated orgasm? She hoped so, but somehow she doubted it. When Oscar moved away and she felt the paddle on her backside she tensed.

  “Don’t do that,” Oscar said. “The pain will be worse. You need to relax.”

  “I don’t think I can,” she said softly.

  “You can, and you will,” Oscar said. “Each time you flinch your buttocks we’ll add five strokes each.”

  Harper tried to stand but Walker’s hand kept her pressed to the table. “That is so unfair.”

  “You get five more each for that little outburst,” Walker said. “You need to learn to obey, and not talk back. That is the first thing that will give us away.”

  “Yes, Master Walker.”

  “Good girl. Now, let’s start.”

  Harper tried to relax. She closed her eyes and waited for the first swat. Walker rubbed the paddle against her bottom; then he moved it away before coming down again. The swat wasn’t hard, and she counted it as Master O had told her to. She did the same with the second, the third, and the fourth. When he delivered the fifth one, the intensity of the swats increased, and she flinched.

  “Five more,” Oscar said. “Remember not to do that.”

  “Cut me some slack,” she said to Oscar as Walker delivered three more swats. “Ouch. Ouch. Six. Seven. Eight. Ouch.”

  She grimaced when Oscar took a handful of hair and bent to her, pulling her face close to his own. “You do not give me orders; do you understand?”

  “I just ‑‑” The paddle came down and she groaned. “Nine.”

  “Do you understand? The only words that will come out of your mouth until we are finished are numbers. Anything else and we will add swats.”

  She nodded as their gazes held. He released her hair and her head dropped. The paddle came down again and again, but she kept up with the counting. When they finished Walker’s twenty, her behind throbbed, and there were tears in her eyes.

  Harper knew, though, that Oscar’s spanking would be much harsher than Walker’s. Walker had kept the paddle on her buttocks, alternating between the cheeks. She wondered if Oscar would keep it on her fleshy skin, or if he’d move the paddle down to her thighs. Helena had told her in great detail once about a Dom who had whipped her with a cane on her thighs. She’d been too shocked to do more than star
e at her sister at the time. Now, though, she understood why Helena would remember it.

  The pain had been intense, and while it had hurt, the experience had been stimulating. Some of the swats had shot straight to her pussy and stirred feelings Harper hoped they could build on. Maybe Oscar was right, and it was okay to like the pain.

  She waited for him to begin, and when he didn’t start right away, she started to squirm.

  “May I stand up for a little while?”

  “No,” Oscar said. “I’m just letting the feelings from that one fade a bit. Plus, I want you to relax more. Trust me when I say that whippings hurt worse when you’re tense, and mine are harder than Walker’s.”

  “So, you’re doing it for me?”

  He snorted out a laugh. “Asking questions and being smart mouthed is fine, for now. If you were truly my sub you would be punished for that remark. As it is, I’m willing to overlook it. This time. Don’t let it happen again.”

  “Yes, Sir.” His cool tone of voice made her shiver. She knew Oscar was holding himself back right now, but wondered exactly how long it would last. Would he show her his true colors here, or wait until they were at Paragon’s?

  The room remained silent for a few more minutes. When he moved behind her, her breath caught in her throat. She mentally repeated his instruction to relax, then laid the palms of her hands down on the table.

  “I love watching Oscar whip a woman,” Walker said. “Would you like to know why?”

  She turned her gaze to him. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Because he’s unpredictable. You think he’s going to spank her just a little bit, or follow the agreed-upon method, but he doesn’t. I love to watch her reaction jealously and to see him at work.”

  The paddle came down and Harper yelled out. It came down again and again, without giving her time to count the strokes. She kicked out her feet in protest, yelling that it wasn’t fair, that she wasn’t ready.

  “You’ve had more than enough time,” Oscar said as the paddle landed over and over.

  Her behind was on fire, the pain shooting through her like nothing she’d ever felt before. She continued to squirm and had given up the idea of counting, of trying to keep track of the number of swats.

  Walker had warned her, but she hadn’t had time to renegotiate. The paddle strikes moved to her thighs.

  “No! Ouch, no!” How could one man be so strong? How could he hold her with one hand and wield a huge paddle with the other with such accuracy and such force? She knew there had been more than thirty swats, but she also knew she’d been tensed up, and according to his first rule the more she tensed, the longer, and harder, he spanked. She was sure he’d delivered at least fifty swats, spanking her harder with each one.

  No, not spanking her, whipping her. For that’s what this was, a whipping. She knew she would feel it tomorrow, and she wondered if it would leave strike marks on her bottom. She was crying fully when he stopped and rubbed the wood against her fiery cheeks.

  “Now, have we heard the last of your smart mouth?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  The paddle came down again and again and again.

  “Are you going to behave and do as you’re told?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He delivered ten hard swats. Five to her buttocks and five to her thighs.

  “Do you belong to Master Walker and me?”

  The idea of “belonging” to them was foreign to her, but it made her feel warm inside. Even if it was just for this weekend, even if this was just for them to pull off a united front at Paragon’s, the idea was thrilling.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He rubbed the wood against her buttocks.

  “Very good. What shall we name her, Walker? I think ‘Slick.’ Do you have another suggestion?”

  Name me? I already have a name. Even as she processed the idea of being renamed by her two Masters she remained silent.

  “No,” Walker replied. “I think ‘Slick’ is perfect.”

  “Very well,” Oscar said. “Tomorrow night we’ll claim you, and give you a collar, Slick. Then we’ll start on our adventure together.”

  When he moved away from the table, she started to stand. But Walker came up next to her, stroking her back. “Stay there for a while, just let your whipping soak in.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Her crying was under control now, but her cheeks were still wet with her tears. She took several deep breaths to steady herself, then stood. This time they didn’t stop her. They were both still fully clothed and she sniffled a little. Walker smiled at her, and Oscar gave her a look that made her toes curl.

  “On your knees,” Oscar said. “Serve your Masters.”

  She knelt down and swallowed hard when they undid their pants and pulled out their cocks. Walker’s was long and thin; Oscar’s just a little shorter and much thicker. She remembered sucking them that afternoon while she’d been blindfolded. She’d tried to guess which was which, but had given up after a while. Now she knew.

  They stepped toward her and she took Walker first, sucking him in deeply as Oscar stroked her hair.

  “Play with your clit,” Oscar said. “Keep the stimulation hard on it, hard and steady.”

  The little bundle of nerves was hard, and she moaned as she stroked herself. She could feel the stirrings of sensation, the pleasure rising and falling as she stroked.

  After a few minutes, Walker pulled away and Oscar took his place, fisting his hands in her hair and moving her head back and forth. She sucked him hard as her hand continued to work on herself. Would this be it? Would she come now? It certainly felt as if something was building, but she wasn’t sure she could bring it to the forefront or not.

  Stop thinking about it, Harper! Stop thinking, just do it.

  Oscar released her hair and pulled back from her. She turned to Walker and was surprised to see he was now naked. She watched him sheath his cock in a condom.

  “On all fours,” he said, his voice rough with passion. She did as he asked and he mounted her quickly, sliding inside her in quick, even strokes.

  “She’s so wet and so tight.” He fucked her with long, fluid movements, rocking into her as Oscar’s fingers began to stroke her clit.

  “Close your eyes and relax,” Walker said. “Just relax and enjoy it. Does it feel good?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she said. “I think I’m close.”

  “Don’t think,” Oscar said, his fingers pressing harder on her clit. “Just feel.”

  She turned her head enough to see Oscar had shed his clothes too. His cock stood hard and ready for her, and she wanted to take him in her mouth while Walker pounded into her from behind.

  Walker slammed into her harder, and within seconds she felt him stiffen and knew he was coming. He grabbed her shoulders and pounded into her, the thrusts sending her aching bottom cheeks jiggling. It was painful, true, but it felt incredible. She tightened herself around him, hoping to increase his feelings, and praying the combination of Walker’s thrusts, and Oscar’s fingers, would send her over the edge.

  When it didn’t, she cried out in dismay.

  “It’s all right, Slick,” Oscar said, his voice gentle. “This isn’t a race. We’ll get there.”

  She nodded, her voice catching in her throat. He stood and sheathed himself, moving behind her to take Walker’s place.

  “Put your shoulders down,” he said. Oscar knelt behind her, mounting her with his feet planted on the ground, his knees bent. He pushed on her back so her butt was high in the air. He grabbed her hips and thrust into her hard, making her moan in pleasure.

  Walker’s hands now worked her clit as Oscar’s stroked her hips, and then he moved back to grab her aching buttocks. She whispered a soft, “no,” right before a loud groan of pleasure released from her throat. It felt so good, and it felt as if the promise of an orgasm was on the rise again.

  Oscar fucked her in long, hard strokes, his cock pounding into her in almost painful jabs that sent intense feelings of p
assion through her. She knew he was holding back, trying to give her time to come before he did. She also knew it wasn’t going to happen.

  Her feelings were intense, true, but she didn’t think they were anywhere near orgasmic levels. She clenched his cock tightly to try and let him know it was fine for him to come; in response he slapped her already aching ass over and over again before groaning in completion.

  Walker’s fingers stroked her aching clit gently as Oscar pushed himself off her.

  “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I tried, really I did.”

  “One more sorry from you and I’ll put you back in the stocks, with your ass full of a plug,” Oscar said roughly.

  “You’re trying too hard, Slick,” Walker said. “Tomorrow you concentrate only on what is happening, not on what could happen.”

  “Yes, Sir, I mean Sirs.” She laughed and Oscar slapped her behind playfully. “Wow, nice and red. I love it.”

  “I’d make a smart-ass comment but I bet it would get me whipped, again.”

  “You bet your ass it would,” Oscar said. “I’m glad to hear you learned something tonight.”

  He helped her up and they both stepped forward.

  “Be honest,” Walker said. “Did you enjoy the rough play? The spankings? The hard fuckings?”

  “Yes, I did. I was so close, really I was. I’m so…I mean, I don’t know what to do.”

  “We’ll figure it out,” Oscar said. “As long as you’re telling us the truth about enjoying what happened tonight, then we’re fine.”

  Harper smiled at both of them. “Strangely enough, I did enjoy it. All of it. Which sort of scares me.”

  Oscar’s mouth flattened into an almost evil grin. “Like I said, Slick, it’s okay to like the pain.”

  Chapter Seven

  “You could try stimulating her G-spot,” Lake said. “Give her a good hard pounding from behind.”

  “We both did that, just last night,” Oscar said, taking a sip of his coffee. “I even got on my toes to get a better angle. It didn’t work.”

  “And did she feel anything?”

  “She says she gets close, and then it goes back down. Come on, Lake, you’re a doctor. Help us out here. Give me a clue. I’ve never had this problem before.”