by Lila Munro
Something in Julie balked at the notion of doing what Dante ordered while a little something else bid her to obey. Confused, she straddled the horse, her ass hanging off the end of it, arms and legs dangling down either side. The smooth, leather padding settled between her breasts and the smell of it seeped through her. Normally that would bring about the first stirrings of arousal, but now, not so much. Fine. He wanted to beat his chest and shout, she’d let him. What was the worst thing that could happen? He got over his caveman need to drag her around by the hair of the head and if she was lucky, she got an orgasm out of the deal. Seemed a fair trade.
"You've been an extremely bad girl, Julie Marie Hayden Chelsea Stevens-Seidler," Dante said, cuffing her left wrist to the leg of the horse.
"Yes, well, you weren’t exactly the most well-behaved Master the last time we saw each other either," Julie said snidely. "You snubbed me and my money. You said you would never treat me like a piece of property again, but you ignored my requests and did just that."
The room went dead silent as the chattering among the spectators immediately ceased. The cold metal cuff now wrapped around her left ankle clicked shut with an eerie snap and Julie swallowed hard against the sudden acidic burn of bile in her throat. With three heavy steps, Dante stood at the head of the horse. He grabbed her by the hair of the head and pulled her face up.
"I said I would never again intentionally hurt you or make you feel like property. Taking care of our family and making decisions isn’t a democratic process when I’m responsible for the welfare of so many." He dropped her head and reached to the shelf behind him for a ball gag. "Since you can’t seem to listen without absorbing and can’t keep from mouthing off, we’ll try it this way."
With both her arms restrained and Dante’s firm grip on the back of her head, Julie had no choice but to accept the small rubber ball as he pushed it past her lips and over her tongue. He pulled either end of the clasp to the back of her head and snapped them together, securing the gag in place. With her voice stolen, Dante placed her left cheek on the horse so she could see what he was doing at the toy shelf sitting next to it.
"How did princess act less than princess like? Let us count the ways," Dante said in his school teacher voice.
He took a hair clip from the bench and after gathering her long hair up in his fist, twisted it in a knot and secured it atop her head. That didn’t bode well. If he had her hair tied up, it could only mean he was out for more than her ass. Picking up a wooden paddle, he looked at her with one side of his mouth up in a half-smile and maintained eye contact with her as he brought it down with great force against the bench he’d retrieved it from, sending a resounding, thunderous pop surging into the air. Julie jumped and strained against her cuffs to no avail. He’d well and thoroughly lashed her down with not an inch of room to spare.
"This is not for your pleasure," Dante whispered, leaning down until his lips almost touched her ear. "It’s not even for mine. This is strictly for discipline’s sake."
With that he raised up, walked slowly behind her, and without any warning whatsoever brought the paddle down across her ass with a crack. The scream that welled up in Julie was lost behind the little rubber ball wedged in her mouth and one hot tear spilled down her cheek.
"That one was for running away."
Again the paddle came down, harder than the first time and Julie fought to escape Dante’s reach, unsuccessfully.
"That’s for failing to discuss taking your collar off with me."
The next blow landed squarely across both cheeks at once and tears now flowed freely, mingling with the saliva that dribble down her chin, a few of them seeping into the corner of her mouth leaving a salty taste lingering just under her tongue.
"You abandoned your sons. Actually that deserves more than one. You have no idea how hurt they are."
Three more times the wood made contact with Julie’s searing skin. Where or where were her endorphins? Why the hell had they not made an appearance as they normally would at the drop of a dominant hat? Her question must have shown in her eyes.
"It’s because this isn’t for your pleasure, princess," Dante explained of her dire situation. "This isn’t supposed to feel good. Your body knows the difference." In emphasis he administered another whack to her ass before walking to the front of the horse and pulling her head up. "Do you have any God damned idea how worried I was? How worried slave was?" He leaned in close enough to breathe a rasped whisper. "How hurt I still am?"
Julie had no idea if the questions were rhetorical or required an answer so she shook her head as quickly as she could, accompanied by a grunting noise that was the result of her trying to tell him again how sorry she was.
"You owe me an apology, you owe slave an apology, and most of all, you owe the boys an apology."
She nodded emphatically, hoping this would appease him, but finding quickly it didn’t. He resumed him position and began the paddling again, citing at least a dozen more reasons she deserved his ire. Then to her horror, he tossed the paddle to the side and grabbed a cane. Dear God, he was going to cane her for punishment?
"Before this weekend is over, dear, princess, you’re going to give me something you’ve never given anyone," Dante said, trailing the tip of the cane across her cheek.
She pleaded with her eyes for him to tell her just what that was. If she knew, she’d gladly hand it over before he struck her with that stick.
"You have no idea what that thing is, do you?" he asked, tracing a circle on the side of her right thigh.
Julie could only shake her head.
"You will before I’m through with you." With that he raised the cane and it screamed an angry hiss as it came down and caught the back of both her legs.
It was going to be a long weekend.
Julie wasn’t sure how long she was strapped to the spanking horse, she was just grateful when Dante decided this part of her punishment was over, for he made it perfectly clear that until he was sure she’d learned her lesson and had figured out what it was he sought, she would be disciplined repeatedly, the degree and type varying.
"Slave, take her upstairs, clean her up, and both of you better be kneeling beside the bed when I get there," Dante directed Blake as he unlocked Julie’s arms and legs. He didn’t even bother helping her off the damn horse. Instead he walked away without another word.
This pissed Julie off to no end. What further angered her was the hurt running in a torrent just below the surface of the hate.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Not looking back, Dante left the play room with several sets of eyes staring at him as he walked through a gauntlet of people. He didn’t stop until he reached the patio where he stooped over and gulped in air like a drunk would inhale a shot. Exhaustion was setting in and unless he enlisted help, it was going to be a long night.
"That was rather impressive," Allen said from behind him. "What now?"
"Now she gets to sit all alone to think about her actions," Dante said, turning and taking a seat on one of the stone benches. He leaned forward, placing his elbows on his knees, and put his head in his hands.
"Tiring, isn’t it?" Allen took up residence in a patio chair across from him.
"Like you wouldn’t believe."
"I would and I do. My question is, are you sure you’re up to being her Master? I doubt one weekend will break her, although after that display I’d say you’ll at least have her reined in. Are you one hundred percent committed to her after this?" Allen handed Dante a glass of what appeared to be whiskey before taking a swallow of from his own glass.
"I’m up to the task." He drank the contents of the glass in two gulps then set it down beside him, again resting his head in his hands. "Do you have a key to that adjoining suite up there?"
"All the rooms have keys," Allen answered. "Why do you ask?"
"I’m going to make sure she doesn’t sneak off in the night. If I have to cuff her to the bed, her ass is staying put."
"Wise
man."
"Sunshine, go to my office." Allen turned and it was then Dante noticed Nicki sitting on her knees a few feet away with her head obediently down. "In the top right hand drawer there is a key ring. Bring it to me."
"Yes, Daddy," she said, hopping to her feet.
"Oh, and sunshine? Bring Master Dante another drink."
"Yes, Daddy."
Dante watched as the young woman skipped off, her saddle shoes sending up a cadence against the slate surface of the patio. She darted inside and disappeared. "Just what the hell is going on with that one anyway?"
"We’re servicing each other," Allen said matter-of-factly. "She needs a daddy figure and I’m quite smitten with her school girl act."
"Right."
"Entertain my illusion, would you, please? I’m too old to believe I might care for her."
A half hour later and considerably more steady on his feet, Dante climbed the stairs to find Blake and Julie on their knees, naked beside the big bed they’d all shared just before Christmas. He pulled the door shut behind him and locked it then went to the double doors that led into the adjoining suite, swinging them wide open. After going inside and locking the only door leading out, he pocketed the set of keys Allen afforded him and returned to the other room. Neither of his slaves had moved a muscle.
Hesitating, he pondered his next course of action one more time. Not only would it make Julie feel what real deprivation was like, but he’d be using Blake to do it and using his husband was something he’d vowed some months back never to do again. However, he knew of no other way to make it expressly clear to Julie what she’d be missing by alienating herself from him.
"Princess, you may go to bed," Dante said, standing over the two people on the floor.
It took her a minute to struggle to her feet, her knees obviously aching after so long on them, but he offered her no assistance. His mercy was something she’d have to earn.
"Not that bed," he said as she started to climb into the one she stood beside. "That one." Dante pointed to the other room. "You’ll lie beneath the sheet only and leave one light on so I can see your every move should I look in on you. If you need to use the bathroom in the night, you’ll call out to me for permission to move first. Don’t get up for any other reason. If I catch you getting up, we’ll take another trip to the paddling horse. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Master," Julie choked out, moving around the end of the bed. For a moment she slowed then looked over her shoulder. "Master, I’m…"
"Bed. Now."
Once he saw Julie climb in the big bed next door, he bent at the waist and took Blake by the hands. "I’m sorry, slave," he whispered. "This isn’t your fault and I should have come up sooner for your sake. Forgive me?"
"Of course, Master," Blake whispered back. "If it would fix things, I’d gladly stay down here all night."
"I know you would." Dante tugged and helped the man to his feet then helped him sit on the edge of the bed. "Stay here for a few minutes."
Dante went to the bathroom and washed his face then brushed his teeth. He doubted his husband wanted to taste the bitterness of whiskey on his breath. He shed his clothes and left them in the floor. Blake wouldn’t be the one picking them up in the morning, Julie would. When he returned to the bedroom, he glanced next door to find Julie had curled into a ball on her right side facing away from him. That wouldn’t do.
"Don’t put your back to me," he growled, amused with her quick movement correcting the mistake. Satisfied she could now see everything that would be going on in his own half of the suites, Dante squatted between Blake’s legs. "Do they hurt very much?" he asked, taking one of his knees in his hands and rubbing.
"Not much, Master."
"You lie," Dante accused. "Do you need something for pain?"
"No, Master." His eyes were shut and he was quite apparently trying to disguise a cringe with a smile.
"If you change your mind, say something."
"Yes, Master."
"Slave? Look at me, please." Dante switched knees and rubbed the other one with as much care as he had the first. When Blake looked up, Dante moved his hands up his thighs and pulled up, their lips coming within an inch of each other. "I need you."
"What would Master like?"
"For slave’s lips to be around my cock." Dante stood, already half-hard. "Lie on the bed, head over the edge."
Without further prompting, Blake spun around, laying on his back, and let his head hang off the mattress where Dante palmed it. He reached behind him and caressed Dante’s cock until it stood rigid and twitching then guided it between his lips. Watching his cock slowly disappear into the recesses of Blake’s mouth, Dante felt the tension in his back fleeing. Sensing Julie was watching, he moved in and out of Blake a few times sporadically before settling into a rhythm, Blake relinquishing all control of the situation, moving his hands to his sides, relaxing his jaw as to allow Dante the depth he craved.
"Touch yourself, slave," he said, now holding Blake’s head in his hands.
Blake closed his eyes, resigned to his Master’s commands, and moved his right hand down to grasp his cock, stroking it, bringing it to full life.
"Good," Dante groaned, growing harder at the sight of his husband’s cock slipping between his fingers. "You’re allowed to come."
With permission granted, Blake picked up a quicker pace, pulling up his entire length, running his thumb over the head then back down. His other hand made its way between his legs as he bent his knees to cup his balls, squeezing and tugging until he hummed around Dante’s throbbing cock now reaching deeper, sliding down Blake’s throat. Realizing he was going come much faster than he anticipated, Dante slowed his pace, holding back to ensure Blake came first. When his hips came off the bed and his breathing became choppy, his suction slacking as a result of him having to clutch for air every three or four breaths, Dante knew he was close and again picked up his assault on Blake’s mouth.
One long, keening wail echoed around Dante’s cock as Blake let go and sprayed his seed across his belly and Dante turned loose as well. Looking up just as the first wave of heat ran up his balls, Dante pinned Julie with his eyes. She was laying perfectly still, her pupils huge and mouth gaping, staring as if she couldn’t tear her gaze away. His face contorted with the pleasure of his orgasm and with his lower lip clasped firmly between his teeth, his eyes never wavered. Hers slammed shut, however, just as she turned beet red and pulled the sheet up and over her head.
Mission accomplished.
Dante woke the next morning to find Blake just stepping back into the room. He was still slick with shower water and was rubbing a towel across the top of his head.
"Good morning, Master," Blake said, draping the now damp towel around his waist and securing it. "What can I do for Master this morning?"
"Coffee," Dante mumbled. His usual limit on alcohol was two shots per evening when and if he even took a drink. Two tumblers last night had been enough to make his tongue fuzzy and his head a bit muddled this morning.
"How about some breakfast, Master?" he asked, still standing beside the bed.
Dante took a cleansing breath and blew it out, glancing over his shoulder. "Where is princess? I told her not to move."
"Yes, Master I know that, and I hope you’re not too angry with me. I didn’t think you should be disturbed this morning so I allowed her to use the bathroom and shower. She’s now ready to do your bidding." Blake pointed to the end of the bed where Julie sat perfectly still on her knees, naked, head down, not uttering a peep.
"Thank you, slave. It was presumptive on your part, but well done and appreciated nonetheless." Dante raised up enough to lean against the head board. "Breakfast. I do believe I'm hungry. Princess, you’ll go downstairs and make it then bring it back and feed me." She would see it as further punishment, but she’d done well to stay put until Blake allowed her to move and Dante saw this as a reward. She loved to cook. The demeaning part would be in how he ate his breakfast from her.
"I want pancakes, scrambled eggs, some fresh fruit with cream, and bring plenty of honey."
"Yes, Master," Julie answered, rising and turning to go.
"If you’re not back in thirty minutes I’ll come find you and we’ll have breakfast in the play room instead."
With the threat still hanging in the air, Julie darted across the room, threw the door open, and zipped down the hall.
"How long before you just make up and drag her home?" Blake said, sitting on the side of the bed. "This is exhausting."
"I know and I’m sorry for that. And thank you for helping me by being the perfect sub when she’s around." Dante got up and wandered into the bathroom to relieve his bladder and splashed some cold water across his stubble roughened face. Not sure if it helped his head a bit, he once again took to the bed. "When I’m certain she accepts me as her Master because it’s what we both want, not what we were told to do. And I’m sure she’s going to obey me and talk about things rather than run away from them. And me. Then we’ll go home."
"Well, I hope that’s soon. My knees hate me right now."
"Is the joint juice not working anymore?" Dante asked, concerned that the time might have come that Blake would have to begin a daily regimen of prescriptions and their days of any kneeling at all might be over soon.
"It’s not as affective, no. But I’m not ready to admit defeat. I’ll do my best, but if she doesn’t get a clue soon, I may take to busting her ass." Blake went to his suitcase, pulled out a pair of jeans and a pull over, and returned to the bathroom. "I talked to the boys this morning. They’re anxious to get this settled as well," he called out from the other room.
"No one’s bothered Drake’s house since they’ve been there?"
"No. Of course, they aren’t making the fact they’re there well known." Blake came back fully dressed with his hair moussed and groomed. "I’ll miss Drake and his family."
"Me, too, but it has to be done." Dante stretched his legs and clasped his hands behind his head just as Julie came back through the door with a breakfast tray in her hands. "Well, look who’s back. Slave, you may go. Princess and I have breakfast to attend to."
