A few minutes later, Parker was pacing behind the closed door of Mitch's office as Ian sat against the front of the desk and watched him. "Fuck! I'm so sorry, Ian. I was only gone two minutes to take a fucking piss. I told him not to move from where we were sitting. He fucking knew he wasn't allowed to play or approach any subs. The only reason I even brought him here is he called me a few weeks ago and said he wanted to see the place while he was in town on business. Said he and his wife were thinking about joining a club in Boston. I knew I shouldn't have brought him here. He doesn't understand the lifestyle the way I do. I know he's cheated on his wife before but I didn't think he was stupid enough to try something here. Fuck! I'm going to kill him."
Ian let him rant for another minute before the irate man at last took a deep breath and glanced at him. "I broke the rules. Do what you have to do." He plopped down into one of the chairs and hung his head in defeat.
Ian felt bad for the Dom. On top of being a nice guy, he was also one of the club's Dungeon Masters, and the last thing he would want was for someone to be hurt because of his actions, especially a submissive. But the rules had to be enforced. "I'm sorry I have to do this but you know you're not supposed to leave a guest alone for this exact reason. You should have asked a DM or guard to watch him for the time you needed to leave him alone." The other man nodded but didn't say anything. "I have to suspend your play privileges for the next twelve weeks. During that time, you'll take three DM shifts per week. I'll check the schedule and coordinate the dates and times with you tomorrow. Your guest privileges will also be suspended for two years."
Parker snorted. "Don't worry. I think this is the last time I'll bring anyone here whether they're in the lifestyle or not." He ran his hand down his face as he stood again. "I'll be back for Shelby in a few minutes. Dave's motel is about five minutes from here. I'll dump him into his room and come back. If I thought a cab would pick up the unconscious asshole, I'd call one. But since Shelby's being taken care of by China and Marco, I'll get rid of him first."
Ian nodded and followed him out of the office. At the main double doors, Parker continued out to the lobby while Ian took the door and stairs leading into the women's locker room. He found the three women and Marco sitting in the lounging area with Shelby sitting on the Dom's lap as he cradled her, talking softly. When she spotted Ian, she jumped up and latched onto his arm with a pleading expression on her face. "Master Ian! Please don't discipline Master Parker. It wasn't his fault. I don't want him to get into trouble. Please don't kick him out of the club. It's all my fault. I should've walked away sooner."
Marco and Mistress China both growled at her inappropriate guilt and Ian grabbed the near hysterical submissive by her shoulders and guided her to sit down in an empty chair. This wasn't like her; Ian had never seen the bubbly submissive upset before. "Calm down, Shelby." His order was given in a commanding tone which instantly quieted the woman as he intended. "Master Parker knows he broke the rules and there are consequences for what happened. None of which was your fault and I don't want to hear those words out of your mouth again. Understand?"
"Yes, Sir. But..."
"No buts, Shelby." He didn't make a habit of discussing a member's discipline with others but he needed to reassure the worried sub. "I didn't revoke Master Parker's membership but he did receive a suspension for his irresponsible actions. He accepted full blame for what happened and agreed with the punishment. Now, he'll be back in a few minutes to take you home so why don't you grab your things from your locker and change. Okay?"
Still crying softly, she stood and mumbled, "Yes, Sir."
Ian pulled her into his arms and hugged her. "It'll be okay, little one. I promise. I think the best thing you can do is dry your eyes and when Master Parker comes back, give him some of your sass we all love so much and let him take care of you. I think it'll make both of you feel better, hmm?"
She pulled back and gave him a watery smile. "Yes, Sir. Thank you."
Marco took her arm and gave her a quick hug also, kissing her on the top of her blue-haired head. "Sweetheart, I'm sorry I wasn't there when you needed me."
"It's okay, Master Marco. You got there as fast as you could."
He gave her another squeeze and let her go to her locker before turning to Angie who'd been sitting quietly on the couch next to Mistress China. His steel grey eyes bore into her. "And you, little subbie, have some explaining to do to your Master."
What? As Ian's expression became stern, Angie's eyes widened in confusion. "What did you do, Angel?"
"I-I didn't do anything."
She looked back and forth between the two Doms, as if not quite sure what Marco was referring to. Mistress China, in her black full-length bodysuit and over-the-thigh boots, grinned and sat back to enjoy the show.
Marco shook his head and told Ian, "Your little sub tried to get to the jackass before I did. She was ready to jump on his back and start pounding on him. I almost tackled her by accident trying to take him down."
Ian's eyes narrowed at her as the Domme next to her sing-songed, "Somebody's in trouble."
Ignoring the other woman, he took a step forward to his very worried looking submissive. "Is that true, Angel?"
"I-I just reacted. I saw him hit Shelby and I..." Her words trail off. Ian knew the moment she figured out there was nothing she could say which would get her out of the mess she found herself in. She swung her gaze to the floor. "I'm sorry, Sir."
His hands on his hips, Ian tilted his head back and talked to the ceiling for a moment. "Lord, save me from subs who want to beat up people in my club and put themselves in danger." Marco snorted, knowing Ian was referring to his future sister-in-law's own fight in the locker room several months earlier which earned her the call sign 'Ninja-girl' from the rest of the team. The big difference between the two incidents was Kristen had been taller and about twenty pounds heavier than Heather and another sub Michelle, and had taken self-defense classes. Parker's brother outweighed Angie by a good one hundred and twenty pounds and had already hit another woman. Ian's gaze returned to Angie's face. "You may be sorry now but you'll be extremely sorry after I spank your pretty ass for putting yourself in danger." He ignored her surprised gasp. "We have DM's and guards for a reason in the club, Angel. We do not need little subs disregarding their own safety. You didn't know him, he's a hell of a lot bigger than you and he could have hurt you before anyone had a chance to do anything."
“Your right, Sir.” She nodded. “I don’t know what I was thinking. I just couldn't believe he'd hit Shelby and my first instinct was to attack him before he struck her again.”
Her agreement didn’t change Ian’s mind about her punishment as he turned to Marco. "Would you find a free spanking station and ask someone to grab my bag from behind the bar, please?"
The other Dom nodded and said to Angie before he left the room, "I'm sorry, little one, but you earned it."
She watched him walk away with her mouth wide open, then looked up at Ian with her apprehension evident on her face. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean..."
When she paused, Ian's expression tempered and he let out a deep, slow breath. He squatted in front of her and took her hands in his. "I'm not angry, sweetheart. I heard you yell and turned around and didn't see you. I panicked. My stomach dropped and I was terrified something happened to you. And because you acted with no regard for your own safety, you've earned your first public spanking." His stare never wavered and let her process what he'd said.
Mistress China stood and Ian had almost forgotten the other woman was in the room. She patted his shoulder and smirked. "I'm going to go and get a front row seat. It's been a long time since I've witnessed a sub's first punishment."
He kept his eyes on Angie as the Domme left the room. He could tell she had a myriad of emotions running through her mind from shock, embarrassment and worry, to anticipation, excitement and need. The thought of a public spanking was turning her on, despite it being a punishment, and she wasn't sure what to make
of the fact. He let her think about her upcoming ass-whooping as Shelby returned to the sitting area in sweats, a tee and high-top sneakers. She'd removed her blue wig and her short spiked blonde hair looked like she'd run her hands through it. He got up from his crouched position and handed her the ice-pack as the door reopened. Parker strode into the lounge, his eyes seeking out the injured submissive. The men rarely came into the ladies' locker room but it didn't faze anyone when they did. It wasn't as if they hadn't seen most of the women naked at one time or another.
After telling Ian he would call tomorrow to get the DM schedule, Parker tucked Shelby under one arm and escorted her out of the club. Ian knew the sub was in good hands and wondered if there might be a budding romance between the two. The way they'd looked at each other when Parker first walked into the room, he wouldn't be surprised. Turning his attention to his own submissive, he took her by the hand and led her back into the pit, finding the spanking bench Marco had reserved for him. If he still hadn't been shaking off the fear he'd felt when he'd heard her screech his name earlier, he might have enjoyed her nervousness. But this punishment was for his own need to reinforce his rule that her safety and well-being came before anything else, as well as be a reminder for her not to jump into a dangerous situation in the future.
The word had spread a submissive was receiving her first-ever BDSM punishment and the area around the spanking bench was surrounded by Doms and subs. It was a rite of passage for every new sub and he knew it would set the tone for her future involvement in the lifestyle. After her spanking, he intended to reward her for pushing her own limits and accepting consequences for her reckless actions. The crowd was making her more nervous so he turned her until she was facing the bench and her back was to the still growing throng of people. He gripped her chin and made sure she was focused on him. "I want you to say your safe-word nice and loud so everyone hears it and knows what it is."
It wasn't necessary for the crowd's sake but she needed to remember she had all the control despite the fact her ass was about to get a pounding.
She swallowed hard. "My..." She cleared her throat and tried again. "My safe-word is 'red,' Sir."
"Your punishment will be fifteen spanks with a paddle on your bare ass, Angel. Do you wish to use your safe-word or are you willing to accept your punishment?"
Her eyes went from his to the bench and back several times before it finally settled on him again. She took a deep but trembling breath. "I will take my punishment, Sir."
"And what are you being punished for?"
"F-for putting myself in danger, Sir."
He smiled and his gaze softened. "Good girl." He took Angie's hand again and led her to the kneeling side of the bench. It looked like a modified sawhorse with padding for her knees, torso and arms. He helped her get on it, with her knees bent and her waist lying over the center. The position angled her head down and brought her ass up so it was the prime target. She handled having her wrists and ankles shackled very well but began to hyperventilate when he brought the Velcro strap across her lower back, which would hold her in place. Her response was normal for an inexperienced sub and Marco, who'd been standing inside the roped off area in case he was needed, crouched down in front of her. He ran his hand over her head in an attempt to calm her. "Easy, little one. Take deep, slow breaths with me. Keep your eyes on mine."
While Ian's hands moved in a soothing caress over her back, hips and buttocks, his teammate continued to calm her down with words of praise and encouragement. Ian let the man do what he did best–comfort a sub. It was one of Marco's greatest pleasures about the lifestyle. He liked being needed, and he was damn good at it.
Angie's breathing slowed to a more normal pace but her heart rate was still pounding which was to be expected. When Marco asked her to repeat her safe-word, she responded, "R-red, Sir."
"And what punishment will your master be giving you, little one?"
She swallowed hard again but her fear seemed to ease as her arousal grew. "Fifteen spanks with a paddle, Sir."
Marco smiled and continued to caress her head and cheek. "Good girl. Are you ready now? Do you want me to step back or stay here with you?"
Ian saw Angie was surprised by his friend’s offer and he was pleased with her answer. "Please stay, Sir. I'm ready."
Apparently also satisfied with her response, Marco went down to his knees in front of her and gave Ian a nod to continue. Her Dom began to rub and squeeze her ass cheeks a little harder. Bringing the blood to the skin's surface would make impacts easier on her. He had no intention of bruising her but her ass would be a nice shade of red by the time he was done. Her discomfort would be completely gone within twenty-four hours, but before it was, she'd definitely feel and remember it.
He eased her thong down from her hips to the middle of her thighs and left it there. It hadn't been in his way but it would make her feel more exposed. He was thrilled to feel the fabric of the crotch was drenched with her juices. As anxious as she was, she wanted this more than she feared it, even though she knew this would be different than the simple bare-handed spanking he'd given her the other night. That had been a play spanking and this most certainly was not.
Stepping over to where Marco had placed his toy bag, Ian retrieved the wooden paddle he'd planned to use for her first punishment spanking. It resembled one from a ping-pong set yet was a little larger and not covered in rubber. The size would allow him to spread out the strikes on her buttocks instead of hitting the same spot over and over, which is what would happen if he used a larger implement. He also grabbed an anal plug, lube and a small flogger which he would start with. The plug would give her something else to focus on, something he usually didn't use for a discipline spanking. If this had been a pleasure spanking only, he would also consider placing a vibrating bullet inside her pussy but he didn't want her too distracted, after all it was a punishment. The purpose of a light flogging prior to a spanking was to help the submissive relax a little more and release the body's endorphins. Sometimes a Dom would bypass a warm-up if the spanking was for punishment, but for Angie's first time he wanted to make it bearable so she wouldn't fear future spankings. If everything went as he expected, by the time Ian finished meting out her discipline, she would be moments away from an intense orgasm despite her flaming backside.
He walked back over to where Marco knelt in front of her and he waited for her to raise her eyes to his. "I'm going to put an anal plug in you, Angel. It's a little bigger than what you've used in the past but not by much. Next, I'll start off with a light flogging. It won't be painful, more like a hard caress. After I've warmed your sweet ass up, I'll move to the punishment phase. If you need me to slow down at any point, say the word 'yellow' and if you cannot take the paddle, say your safe-word 'red.' And remember, sweetheart, you as the submissive, have the ultimate power here."
Her cheeks heated as he spoke. He knew part of her wanted to take the easy out he was offering her. But another part of her wanted to satisfy the cravings and need which had probably been churning through her body since he told her of the spanking he was about to give her. Showing that she trusted him with her body, she went with the latter. "I remember, Sir. I'm ready."
Ian kissed the top of her head and moved to stand behind her, trailing his hand lightly down her back to her ass as he went. A strong shiver went through her body and into his, shooting straight to his groin. He placed the flogger and paddle on the bench between her knees which were spread wide. Her bare pussy was glistening and he couldn't wait to see it dripping.
Opening the bottle, he poured lubricant into the crevice of her ass and on the plug. Her little rosette clenched then relaxed as he began to rub the tip of the toy up and down between her butt cheeks. As he pressed downward on her puckered hole, it gave way to the invasion and he heard her groan and beg for more. More than happy to give it to her, he eased the plug in and out of her, a little deeper each time, until the flared portion spread her the widest. Ian paused for a brief moment before
giving it the final push it needed, and watched as her rim closed around the notch, holding it in place. His cock hardened painfully as he imagined replacing the plug with it and fucking her tight hole until neither of them could walk. Soon.
Grabbing the flogger, he took a step backward and got into the proper stance before flicking it toward her. The first gentle strike of the soft, supple leather strands landed on her outer thigh. Although she flinched from the sudden impact, he knew it hadn't hurt. He aimed more strikes to her other outer thigh and several down her back and ass cheeks. As he watched the tension ease from her body, he sped up, giving a little more oomph to the strikes. The next two landed on her inner thighs and he saw her strain to bring her body closer to him, not further away. She was surrendering to him and begging for more. He placed two more again on her inner thighs and then flicked his wrist watching as the small knots at the end of each strand struck her on her pussy. Angie gasped, then moaned even louder. It was music to a Dom's ears. He began another cycle, starting with her outer thighs and then ending with a singular assault to her pussy and clit. This time a pleading cry escaped her lips and he stepped toward her. Caressing her ass, he leaned forward. "Are you okay, Angel? Give me a color."
Angie was panting and he knew she was ready to beg for the orgasm which was just beyond her reach. Knowing there was a crowd of people staring at her exposed ass and pussy was turning her on even more. "Green, Sir. I'm good."
Ian smiled and gave her ass cheek a squeeze. "Yes, you are, Angel. Very good. I'm going to move to the paddle now. Try to stay relaxed."
Relaxed? Was he serious? How the hell was she supposed to relax? Taking a deep breath and exhaling, Angie focused on the beat of the pulsating music, on Marco's tender words and touches, on Ian's caresses of her lower back, ass and thighs, and on the plug in her back hole.
By the time she heard the crack of wood against flesh followed by the sudden sting, she'd been taken off guard. The first strike landed on her right ass cheek. Expecting one right behind it on her other cheek, she was surprised to feel Ian's hand rub the spot he'd hit. Just as she began to ease into the caress, a strike landed on her left cheek. Again he rubbed the spot and despite the pain, she couldn't help think it wasn't so bad. She was wrong.
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