Dumb Luck

by J G Jerome

I hear the toilet flush and Trina’s ankle boots padding out. The sink turns on. The bald one looks in Trina’s direction, and his eyes bug as he gets an eyeful.

  I call out, “Trina, were you fucking some other man on the balcony a little bit ago?”

  Trina strolls out the bathroom wiping her hands on a towel, “Why no, Jack. You know you are the only man I fuck. Why do you ask?”

  “Apparently someone sent these officers to investigate sex on our balcony.”

  “Oh Jack, we should do that!” she exclaims excitedly. “That sounds fun!”

  Big guy says, “Uh, no ma’am, you should not do that. We would have to arrest you for public indecency.”

  Trina puts a pout on her face as she walks over and loops an arm around Daphne. “Oh, that’s no fun.” She perks up, “Hey, Daphne and I were both on the balcony earlier, maybe they saw us. She has pretty short hair.” Then she goes back to the award-winning pout, “Unfortunately, we weren’t fucking. No heavy petting or kissing even. We even had our clothes on. Honestly, it wasn’t much fun at all!”

  Myra buries her face in my neck to keep from laughing, but I can’t help myself.

  Big officer turns to me, “So, you are the Mr. Jerome renting the room.”

  “Yessir.”

  “And the blond…”

  “Ms. Laughlin,” I provide.

  “...Ms. Laughlin is your…”. He’s actually pretty good at the questioning piece.

  “She is my girlfriend. My lover if you prefer. I think you’ve probably figured out her favorite pastime at this point.”

  Officer Big continues, “Kph...yes, uh. And your relationship with Ms. Nessus.”

  “Oh! She’s my girlfriend-slash-lover, too. Honestly they keep me very busy.”

  Myra composes her face and then turns to him saying, “I rather enjoy fucking, too. Jack and Trina are the best. I’m hoping to have them both fuck me at the same time as soon as you’re gone.”

  Daphne rolls her eyes and bites her lip.

  I give him a deadpan look, “Yeah, work, work, work. I have the life of a dog.”

  Officer Big continues, “So these other two ladies are your girlfriends too?”

  I shake my head, “Not yet, Officer. They’re supposed to be, but I’m not sure how I’m going to fit them all into a day as demanding as the first two are.”

  Officer Big looks at Officer Bald for a second. The he says, “Well I need to take a look at your balcony real quick, and then we can be on our way. May I, Mr. Jerome?”

  “Sure. If you don’t mind, I’m going to stay right here.” He nods and opens the door. He shines his flashlight over everything and frowns. Shaking his head, he closes the door.

  He looks at me, “It looks pretty wet out there Mr. Jerome.” I see he’s looking at the bottoms of my feet. ‘I hope the patio was clean!’

  “Really officer. Did it rain this evening?”

  “No, Mr. Jerome. It did not. Look folks, I don’t want to hassle you, and we’re fixing to have to deal with the evening’s crop of drunks. Please just keep your intimate activities inside and keep the drapes pulled. I really don’t want to come back and play through this theater again.”

  Our crew all look serious. “Yes officer,” I reply.

  Officer Big nods to me and heads for the door. I hear him say just as the door closes, “What the fuck am I doing wrong?”

  We wait for the door to close, but the smirks slowly grow into grins, chuckles, and then belly laughs.

  Chapter 21 - Festivities and Discipline

  “My god, Trina! What an actress you are!” I exclaim.

  She pouts at me and says, “What do you mean, Master?” She kicks off her shoes and removes her dress. Myra stands and removes her dress, hanging it over the desk chair. Daphne’s eyes pop out of her head.

  Myra cups her breasts and poses for her. “Daphne, don’t you like my figure?”

  Daphne makes a fish face until Corrina tells her, “Daphne, man your post on the balcony.”

  She responds, “Yes, Captain.” She looks at me and says, “Have fun with your fairy sluts” as she approaches the door.

  Corrina and I both say “Stop” at the same time.

  “Corrina, will you let me handle this?” I ask as I stand.

  She ponders it a moment. I don’t think she wants to, but I can tell she isn’t very excited about having to discipline one of her people in front of her Princess. I suspect she is curious, too. Finally, she relents. “Yes, Jack.”

  I turn to the saucy Raven, using my command voice, “Daphne. Front and center.” She springs to stand at attention in front of me. I see from her expression she knows she fucked up. “Do you think that is an appropriate way to address your Princess?”

  Trina and Myra go arm-in-arm to lean against the door

  Her eyes bug again. “You know?”

  I nod, “I do. Now answer my question, Raven. Is that an appropriate way to address your Princess?”

  She drops her eyes to the ground, “No, sir.”

  “Daphne, I expect you to look me in the eye and take your discipline like an elite guard of the Winter Court should. Do you understand me?”

  She locks her eyes on mine, firms her posture and responds, “Yes, sir.”

  “Do you think that is an appropriate way to address a lady of the court like Lady Laughlin?”

  “No sir.”

  “Do you have the kind of relationship with either of these ladies that makes it okay for you to publicly use private terms of endearment that you overhear in the course of your duties.”

  “No sir.” She looks at Trina and Myra, “Princess Myra, Lady Katrina, please accept my most humble apologies. You both deserve better from me.”

  Myra doesn’t smile, but responds in her clear warm voice, “Apology accepted, Daphne.”

  Trina is equally serious as she adds, “I accept your apology, too.”

  “Now Daphne, why did I ask your Captain for jurisdiction of this offense?”

  She looks at me for a moment and opens her mouth. Then she snaps it shut. Her brow furrows as she thinks beyond the easy immediate ‘I don’t know’ response she was about to give me.

  She looks to the ground and her lip begins to quiver.

  “Daphne, look at me,” I say a little more gently.

  She slowly raises her eyes to mine with a sniff, and the tears run down her cheeks.

  “What is the answer, Daphne?”

  “Because you took me for your own. You told Geri and me ‘you are mine’ and sealed it with that beautiful kiss.”

  “What does that mean to ‘be mine,’ Daphne?” I ask gently.

  “It means you own me.”

  I shake my head, “No dearest. It means that I claim you as one of my own. Not as property. As family. That I love you and will care for you. What else?”

  Her lips quiver as she chokes out, “It means that when I hurt or disrespect those you love, that I am doing the same to you.”

  “Very good, Daphne. I think you’re starting to get what ‘being mine’ entails.” I let that hang in the air for effect as she stands there locked in the position of attention, nodding and sobbing.

  “Daphne, I think between all my wounded little birds, including the Princess and Trina, you are the most broken. The lack of another’s touch is driving you crazy with emotional pain. To hide it, you use humor and cynicism, but it only hides it. It doesn’t ease the pain, does it?”

  She shakes her head as the tears cascade down her face.

  “You have to face this and own it, honey. Why did you call them that?”

  She doesn’t hesitate, “Because I crave to have you touch me like you do Trina and Myra! Like you were touching and fucking Trina when she called herself that! I want to feel your flesh against mine and inside of mine. Your arms around me, calling me that….” then she hesitates. Bowing her head again, she whispers, “I want you to love me.”

  I wait. Finally I see the light dawn in her eyes. She looks up at me, smiling through he
r tears. “You do love me! If not, you would have left me to the Captain’s discipline.”

  I nod emphatically. “Daphne, don’t get me wrong. Your Captain loves you too. You would know if she didn’t. It would be readily apparent. However, she is bound in ways by duty that prevent her from helping you through this. All she could do is punish you. Additionally, she is nearly as broken as you are. It’s only her iron will that keeps her from being almost as big of a mess as you are right now in this moment. So she let me take the lead, because she loves you and doesn’t want to be a hypocrite.”

  I let that sink in. I look at Corrina. Tears are streaming down her face as she nods slightly to tell me I got it right. Turning back to Daphne, “Precious Daphne, if we had more than a couple of hours left I would follow your punishment with loving intense enough to make you whole. I don’t have that luxury. So, I need to punish you in a way that will hopefully start your healing process. Do you have any suggestions as to how I could do that?”

  “No, sir. I’m too fixated on making love to you.”

  “I appreciate your honesty.” I wrap her in a hug, and she dissolves into my arms. I kiss her forehead gently. “Precious Daphne, your punishment will be ten hard strokes of my hand delivered to each of your bare buttocks, administered right now in front of your Princess, your friend, and your Captain. The reason I choose this punishment, is that it‘s using extremely intense touch as the punishment vehicle. I’m giving you what you crave, what you need, in such a way that makes it clear it is definitely not a reward.” I feel her tense in my arms. I step back, taking in her slumping posture.

  “Kph..” Daphne snaps to attention again. “Daphne, Raven of the Princess’ guard. Prepare for your punishment. Remove any undergarments you may have on. Step up to arms length from the bed and bend over to rest your arms on the edge. Pillow your head on your folded arms. Assume the position.”

  Corrina has her arms crossed under her breasts with her feet about shoulder width apart, head bowed with a slight frown. I give her shoulder a quick rub as I walk by toward my ladies. They meet me in an embrace. I kiss each of them and then indicate the door.

  I check that lines of site won’t reveal Daphne and then crack the door. “Hey Trevor, did you get an all clear from Charli and Jason?”

  He sticks his head around to see my face in the crack. He nods. “Perfect“, and then I close the door and deadbolt it.

  Turning to Trina, I whisper, “Darling, is that cone of silence thing something you can maintain with intense distraction?”

  She thinks for a moment. “Should be okay. Why not use Corrina’s tech?”

  I shake my head gently. “She is going to be in the room, isn’t she? I don’t want to aggravate her condition despite her will of iron. It would just be rude.”

  “Okay,” she says. “I can do it. If you see it slip tell me, but I don’t think it will be a problem. Myra tests my concentration with it frequently,” she smirks.

  “Really? Why are you both so quiet when you make love? You mentioned it.”

  She smiles gently, “Perceived safety and margin for error.”

  “Makes sense. Let’s start it during Daphne’s punishment. There is no reason for everyone to hear her.” Then I include Myra in the conversation, “Ladies please kneel on the bed in front of Daphne.”

  I snag Myra as she starts moving to whisper into her ear, “Beloved, you are damned distracting walking around in just those boots!”

  She grins and whispers back, “Good. I’ll leave them on. Trina’s going unshod.” She gives me a wink and mounts the bed.

  I grab Corrina as I head back to Daphne, leaving her on Daphne’s right side while I circle to the left.

  I lay a hand on Daphne’s back. She squirms into it. “Precious Daphne, I have had a thought on how to make your punishment more effective. Are you okay if I amend it after having set your expectations?”

  She looks up from the pillow of her forearms. “Yes, sir.”

  “Will you be able to lie there with your head on the mattress without your forearms underneath?”

  “Yes, sir,” she confirms.

  “Most excellent. Please stand and remove your blazer.”

  She does, and then she stands at attention facing the bed wearing her camisole, shoulder rig, leather kilt, and boots. Her panties and blazer are folded at the foot of the bed. “Well done, Precious Daphne. You’re doing a marvelous job. Now assume the position, but give a hand each to Princess Myra and Lady Katrina. Your Captain will slide the back of your camisole up to reveal your back, and she will lay her hands on your lower back as your friends hold your hands. I make this change because it is important for you to know that even though you made a mistake we don’t want repeated, all of us love you and support you.”

  I’m watching her face closely as she watches me speak. Tears begin to flow. “Keep your gaze on my face, Daphne. Surrender to the experience, so you can learn the many lessons all of us here are presenting to you. Prepare yourself.”

  I look to my lovers, “Dear ones, hold her hands tightly, but be careful not to raise them up. I don’t want to injure her shoulders.” They nod and hold Daphne’s clasped hands in front of their crossed calves on the mattress. I nod back in acknowledgement.

  “Trina, please activate the protection and include all five of us in the circle.” The shadows solidify and begin to spiral as they grow like they did last night.

  Looking at Corrina, “Captain, please take your position. The goal is not to caress her, but to let her be reassured by your touch.”

  Corrina looks at me seriously, “Clear, my Lord.” That causes me to look at her for a moment, but she gives no indication that she meant anything by it other than it’s her habit when taking orders from males of the court.

  I rest my hand next to Corrina’s and look into Daphne’s eyes. “Daphne, I am now going to expose your buttocks. Prepare yourself.” I then slide my right hand along her right hip as my left rests on her left, and then both hands slide down her legs to the hem of her skirt. I pinch the hem, and slowly drag it up towards her waist, exposing a fine firm ass that rivals Trina’s. ‘This is going to be as hard for me as it is for you! You’re an asshole, Home Team.’

  Trina says, “Master, the ‘cone of silence’ is in place.” She has a smirk on her face. I’ll have to learn the real name of it.

  I roll Daphne’s skirt to ensure Corrina doesn’t have to move her position. I lay my left hand on Daphne’s sacrum and my right on the center of her right buttock. I sketch a light circular caress on it and then repeat on the left. I look in Daphne’s moist eyes. “Daphne, for this to work properly, you will need to keep your buttocks pointed up like they are now. I could hold you up with my hand, but I’m not going to. Remember, you need to surrender to this.”

  She nods, “Yes, sir. I will make you proud.”

  I smile at her, “You already do, my Precious. Take a big breath. Good girl. Now let it out.” As she breathes out, I rapidly raise my right hand and deliver alternate quick, sharp, hard spanks on her buttocks with the flat of my palm. Her firm cheeks barely jiggle. I try to move the spanks around a bit to spread the heat, but I don’t relent until each cheek has received its allotment. God love her, the girl didn’t cry out at all. I looked her in her eyes every time I raised my hand. Tears poured down her face, she clenched her lips, but nothing more than a whimper escaped her mouth.

  “The punishment itself is done now, Daphne. You were a brave, good girl. I’m very proud of you.” She basks in the praise despite how her flaming red ass has to be stinging. “Now, there is something I want to point out to you. You have no need to be jealous of the affection someone else receives. Despite what you have been taught, there are plenty of people willing and able to pour affection all over you. Do you understand?”

  Daphne nods as she gasps out a, “Yes, Sir.”

  I continue, “I fully expect you to find yourself desperately needing comfort at some point in the future. I need to ensure you know what to d
o.”

  Daphne gasps a couple of deep breaths and then says, “I come find you…” I deliver a sharp spank on each cheek. Her eyes bug out and she cries out.

  “Precious Daphne, who should you always check with first?”

  She whimpers, “I’m so sorry Captain. I should know better. Please forgive me.” I caress her abused bum.

  Corrina bends down and kisses the distraught young lady’s cheek. “Of course Daphne. You are forgiven your lapse.”

  Daphne cries for a moment and then bites her lip. “Sir, first I check with my Captain to see if I may be excused to seek comfort or relief.”

  I keep caressing her tortured bum. “Excellent, Daphne. Please continue.”

  Daphne continues with more assurance, “Assuming my Captain excuses me, then I review who might be available to help me because my Lord and Master may not be immediately at hand.”

  I tell her, “Good thinking, Darling. What else?” I squeeze her bum gently, which causes her to squirm. I resume the caresses.

  She adds, “Well assuming my Captain does not feel at liberty to help me directly, then I can turn to my sister Ravens, well except that bitch Selene. I could also ask my friend Trina.” I keep caressing and cock an eyebrow at Myra. She nods, and squeezes Daphne’s hand.

  “Is there no one else you could ask, sweetheart?” She looks up at her Princess, who smiles gently and nods.

  Daphne’s face glows with joy as she says while fixing her gaze on Myra’s face. “I could ask my Princess if she is not otherwise busy, my Lord.”

  I ask Trina, “Pet, would you get the massage oil from my shaving kit?” She launches off the bed and steps through the shadows as I keep carressing Daphne. Myra lets go of her other hand.

  “Daphne, please rest your head on your arms. I don’t want you to irritate your neck.”

  Daphne lays her head back down on her folded arms looking at me as she squirms her ass under my caresses. I look to Corrina, “Has justice been satisfied, Captain?”

  She responds, “I am satisfied if you are, my Lord,” with a gentle bow of her head.

  Trina appears inside the circle and hands me the oil. I pour some into my hand, and then rub it liberally between my hands to warm it. Then I firmly rub the oil into Daphne’s abused buttocks. When I finish, Trina hands me a towel, too. I smile at her, and then I roll Daphne’s skirt down over her lovely, red ass.