by Maren Smith
“Yes!” she gasped.
He thrust and shoved, slamming in hard to get as deep into her as he could go, and the sounds that made—the slick, wet slapping of her greedy sex as it loved every savage thrust, convulsing and milking in tight all around him, shuddering hard with the need to orgasm in spite of his command.
Master Marshall rose off her high enough to swat her bottom again, three times in rough synchrony with the stabbing of his cock.
“Please!” she sobbed, shoving her hips back to meet him coming. “Ungh, please!”
“Please, what?” he demanded. “Please let you cum?”
“Yes! Please, sir!”
“No.” Ignoring her pleas, he pulled out of her entirely. When he whipped his condom off, she cried to hear the swift fapping sound as he finished with his own hand, denying her even that. She tried to touch him again, but he slapped her reaching hand and then her bottom, briskly spanking several times before returning to his cock. A hard, grunting expulsion of breath heralded the jetting spurt of his cum. It splashed hot across her back, ropy strands even landing in her hair.
Her body ached with unappeased wanting and she couldn’t even touch herself to ease the need. Hell, she couldn’t even make herself stop grinding and writhing. The sudden abandonment cut at her. She was so empty. She whimpered, but only until she felt his hand stroke down her back, first kicking up and then soothing the burning he had spanked into her. His touch was so warm, so light, so rough where his skin rasped the welted stripes.
“Good girl.” He was very careful not to wipe his semen away. “You almost put your hands back, but you caught yourself. And you kept your ass right up for me to spank. I’m very proud of you for that.” He inspected her welts. “These are marking up beautifully. All right, sit up.”
Kaylee sat back on her heels, heat flaring under her skin as the new forming welts stretched. Cool semen dribbled down her spine, slipping into the crack of her ass.
Clipping the leash to her collar, Master Marshall hunkered down beside her, cupping her chin to bring her teary eyes to his. “Do you remember your safeword?”
Kaylee nodded.
“I want to hear you say it.”
“Onions, sir.” She clasped her hands tight together, wanting so much to reach back and rub at the flaring heat. But she liked it when he was proud of her. So, as much as she wanted to comfort her tender flanks—the pain already having transcended that brief moment of real hurt to meld into the low throbbing now singing all through her, pulsing in time with raw, unappeased lust—she didn’t want to disappoint him again.
“You won’t like this part, but you’re going to do it anyway because it’s what I’m asking you to do. I am going to lead you back to the Rainbow Room exactly as you are, with the marks of my ownership drying on your back and swelling across your ass for everyone to witness. When we get there, you’re going to apologize to Master Alan for not asking the questions necessary to understand what he wanted of you, for agreeing to terms you had no intention of submitting to, and for not using your safeword when you should have. This is not going to be a comfortable experience for you, but then, punishments shouldn’t be, should they?”
“No, sir.” He wanted people to see her with semen dripping down her back and inside her thighs? Humiliation needled her. Surely not. Wringing at her fingers, she glanced at the neat stack of her clothes, resting on the corner of his desk.
“No, Kaylee.” He smiled without bothering to check where she was looking. “Naughty princesses aren’t the only ones who’ll walk naked from my office today. I want everyone we pass to see what a naughty girl you’ve been, and I want them to see what you’re willing to do to be good once more. You do want to be my good girl again, don’t you?”
With all her heart, although the idea of walking naked all the way back downstairs—oh God, her face burned so bright and hot—and with his semen on her…she wanted to hide someplace small and dark. “Yes, sir,” she whispered.
He stroked her face to show his approval. “Once you’ve apologized, you will submit to whatever Master Alan asks of you. You will do it promptly, enthusiastically, and you will not be afraid, because I am going to be there the entire time. I won’t allow anything to happen that you aren’t ready for. No shocks, all right?”
She shivered. “O-okay.”
He leveled a Look at her. “Is that how you address your Master?”
“N-no, sir. I meant, yes, I trust you.”
“We’re going to have to work on keeping you consistent in regards to deference.” Hooking his finger under her collar, Master Marshall stood and brought her to her feet. “You’re going to walk on a leash, hands behind your back like a good and dutiful pet. We aren’t equals, so I expect you to stay right behind me and watch closely so you can follow my lead. You aren’t to speak unless I grant permission, do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.” Tucking her hands behind her back, she shadowed him to the door. A wash of cold air moved over her when he opened it. She could hear voices, people talking and laughing somewhere nearby. Her stomach fell—actually fell; it felt as if she were stepping on it—but when he walked over the threshold, she obediently followed him.
The hall was not empty.
Panic and embarrassment raked her, making it hard to breathe. Her knees wanted to buckle. She stopped after only a few steps, though she didn’t realize it until Master Marshall came back to her.
“You can do this.” He slid his hand along her cheek, tilting her ear to catch his softly spoken, “You are a very good girl at heart, and good girls always accept their punishments. You have no idea how proud I am of you just for trying. Imagine how proud I will be when it’s over.”
Someone walked right by them; Kaylee had no idea who. She couldn’t make herself look away from Master Marshall long enough to see. But when he took his hand from her and picked up her leash again, trembling, Kaylee made herself take that first following step, and another and another. He praised her again, and it was so comforting. It kept her walking, meek in his shadow, all the way down to the Rainbow Room.
There were even more people gathered here now than when she had left—what had that been, an hour ago? Alan was one of them, though clearly he had not been waiting for her. Having just released a Little Maid from the massage table, he was in the process of wiping down the equipment when Master Marshall pulled her from the doorway and started toward him.
Kaylee almost let the leash go taut before she remembered where she was supposed to be. She kept her hands behind her back by sheer effort alone, clasping at her fingers hard just to keep from trying to cover herself from all these people. And they were looking. She flushed hot, seeing pointing, hearing whispering, feeling the heated caress of every pair of eyes as they moved over her.
A few must have recognized Master Marshall. Alan most definitely recognized him. Dropping the cleaning cloth into the nearest receptacle, he sat down on the edge of the massage table, glanced once at Kaylee and then turned his attention fully on Master Marshall who, as he drew near enough to be heard, said, “I understand my pet treated you poorly.”
Alan glanced at her again, though only briefly. Resting his hands on his thighs, he let a smile pull at the corners of his mouth. “I think panic would be a better description. I wasn’t offended, only concerned. Particularly when I realized she wasn’t comfortable telling me what was wrong.”
“She did, however, tell me.” Drawing on her leash, Master Marshall pulled Kaylee to stand in between them, turning her bodily until she had no choice but to face the other man. “My stance on disrespect has always been that it should be corrected, and as you are the injured party here, I thought yours should be the hand that administers it.”
Alan glanced at her again, his dark eyes moving down her body, amplifying the nervous need to cover herself until it was all she could do to resist. And yet, nervous wasn’t all she felt. When his gaze lingered on her breasts, she felt them swell in response, growing heavy and warm. “What
are you thinking would be appropriate?”
“I was about to ask you the same thing.”
Alan rubbed his mouth, hiding his smile as he considered her. After a moment, he shrugged. “If you’re offering, I wouldn’t mind giving her a spanking.”
Master Marshall didn’t hesitate. “Let’s bring a chair out into the middle of the room, then. How would you like her? Bending over the seat or lying across your knee?”
Alan didn’t hesitate either. “My knee, please.”
“And afterwards? How would you like to receive her heartfelt apology? Keep in mind, I intend to allow you all kinds of latitude in this request. The only restriction will be her anal plug, which will remain firmly seated throughout.”
Flowering bursts of warmth ignited soft and low down in her belly. It flowed, molten and tingling, lower still until she could feel the moisture dampening her sex. Was he offering her to Alan…sexually? And why was that turning her on?
Alan tipped his head as if unsure he’d heard right. “On her knees?” he asked.
“Head down, ass up? Or do you prefer your apology delivered with lip service?”
“Is this an either/or thing, or…”
A ghost of a smile curled Master Marshall’s mouth. “I am not without my limitations. Either/or.”
“I will take lip service, then,” Alan said with a laugh, and Kaylee couldn’t help but notice how the front of his black leather pants was beginning to strain.
“Get the chair.” Pulling her to him, Master Marshall caught the front of her collar and unclipped the leash. While Alan moved off to collect a vacant chair, he caught her chin between his fingers and forced her eyes to him. “Do you understand what I’ve given him permission to do?”
“Yes, sir.” Kaylee’s head was spinning. “You’re letting him spank me.”
“Do you understand what I’m commanding you to do?”
“You want me t-to—” She stammered, heat unfurling in both her belly and her face. “—to suck his cock.”
“Are you going to do as you’ve been told?”
Kaylee nodded, answering with a whisper so soft her words barely held any sound. “Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.” He reached down her body and without preamble, pierced her with two thick fingers. Her eager sex locked down on him and she shivered. “If he cums in your mouth, you’re to swallow every drop. If he wants to shoot his cum on your face or breasts, you’ll close your eyes, open your mouth and let him. I’m going to fuck you while he’s doing it. You wanted to satisfy two men at once; I’m going to give you the chance.” He smiled. “Oh pet, your expression is uncertain, but I can feel your hot little cunt milking excitedly at my fingers. Your body wants to be used.” He pulled them out of her, giving her sex an electrifying spank and a rub. “Be obedient, and I’ll even let you cum. Imagine, showing all these very nice people how well you can take both your punishment and your reward.”
She shivered all over again when Alan set the chair down in the middle of the room and quickly seated himself upon it. As he began rolling up his sleeves, Kaylee felt Master Marshall’s hand settle in the small of her back, giving her the coaxing nudge she needed to start walking. Everyone was looking at her and her whole body thrilled despite—or maybe even in spite of—the humiliation of being the object of so much wanton attention.
She took her position beside Alan and stared down into his lap. His hands, resting idle on his thighs, looked so huge and threatening and so very capable. When he reached up to take her arm, she looked back at Master Marshall once before letting herself be drawn down across Alan’s knees.
It was a delicious, intoxicating and scary feeling—lying awkwardly suspended with his hard thighs under her hips, elevating her bare bottom up in the air and leaving her torso and legs hanging off into space at either side. The chair was only just high enough to keep her nose from touching the floor. She had a premium view of the carpet and yet, later on when this whole thing was long over, she would be unable to recall one thing about the carpet pattern. All of her attention was focused on the strange buzzing sensation that had swarmed across her bottom and how the seemingly careless placing of his hand on the back of one thigh heightened that buzzing until it felt as if she had an entire colony of ants circling just under her skin.
Alan caressed her naked bottom, and Kaylee held herself tense and still, barely breathing as he dipped his fingers in between her legs, playing in the wetness he found, lightly tugging at the jeweled anal plug. He didn’t pull it out, he just made her squirm.
“She’s been well-used,” was the only comment he made as he played with the base of the anal plug, making her squirm.
Someone across the room giggled and Kaylee tensed, that buzzing hum inside her skin kicking up another notch as Alan’s hands continued to explore her, fondling first one buttock and then the other, stroking down one thigh before wandering back up the other. The ants followed everywhere he touched, and all around her all Kaylee could hear was the whispering of all those watching her, making fun of her, envying or admiring her—she didn’t know, couldn’t tell. It was nerve-wracking. She made herself slow her breathing.
Out of the corner of her eye, a Little Maid walked up to a man, got down on her knees and, at his smiling gesture, began to unbuckle his pants. Kaylee locked her gaze on the carpet after that and kept them there, knowing in a just a few minutes that was going to be her, getting down on her knees in the center of a room full of people. Under Master Marshall’s watchful gaze, she was going to administer her first public blowjob.
Her thighs tensed, pressing tight together so no one would be able to see how badly her stranger’s body wanted that and—slow, deep breaths—Kaylee gripped the legs of the chair, holding tightly to it in giddy anticipation.
And then she felt it, that soft pat that preceded the moment when Alan’s hand finally abandoned her bottom, only to come slapping sharply back down again a half second later. She jumped, a soft ‘Oh!’ gasping out of her. It was a sound of surprise more than anything else. As broad and strong as his hands were, he hadn’t spanked her anywhere near as hard as he could have. Kaylee knew that, and yet she still squirmed, her bottom undulating under his caress as he tried to sooth the ants he’d riled. Not just buzzing under her skin, now they were stinging.
He spanked her again, clapping the left side of her bottom, caressing and sending the ants scurrying to bite her there now, too. Kaylee clutched Alan’s chair with both hands, that familiar sense of panic rising hard inside her. Where was Master Marshall? Was he still watching her? What if Alan took this too far? She couldn’t do this alone.
As if sensing her anxiety, from somewhere beyond her sight, blocked by Alan and the chair, came Master Marshall’s calming voice, soothing her even as it bolstered him. “Lie still, pet, and take your spanking. She’s already had her warm-up, Master Alan. Be strict with her now. Let her feel your displeasure.”
Kaylee stiffened under the next slap of Alan’s hand—harder now, falling flat across both cheeks and the base of the anal plug. That made it feel as if it were bumping to get deeper, and she gasped, kicking her feet up in reflex though she just as quickly dropped them again. She locked her knees and by sheer force of will kept her toes on the floor after that.
Where was he? She needed to see him, to reassure herself that he was watching, that he wasn’t about to abandoned her here over the knees of a stranger. Twisting, she looked first past Alan’s knees—her whole body jolting, a soft cry yelping free as she was spanked again, slightly harder now—and then around the back of the chair. The panic did not ease until she finally saw him, Master Marshall with hands clasped behind his back, strolling in lazy circles around them. His eyes stayed on her the whole time, nodding once in approval as Alan’s arm tightened around her waist and the sharp rise and fall of his arm began to pick up both speed and intensity.
“This is a gorgeous ass,” Alan said, giving her bottom a soft caress before he continued—right cheek, left cheek, and then th
e center, which made the butt plug thrust inside her. “She was made for spanking.”
She grit her teeth, the heat flaring, the hurt growing—not just ants now but a nest of savage hornets, no longer buzzing but biting. The spanks were coming faster, brisk, sharp slaps falling tighter and tighter together with each new round.
“Master Alan just paid you a compliment, pet,” Master Marshall drawled, strolling another lazy circle around them. “What do we say when someone pays us a compliment?”
She winced, her bottom bouncing and burning, and that burning beginning to spread its insidious heat into those eager places she wanted so desperately not to feel it. “Th-thank you, M-Master Alan.”
Alan chuckled; she writhed, tiny squeaks beginning to escape as the next round started with fresh enthusiasm. He was striking all the same places now, escalating the alluring hurt into something that felt both awful and intoxicating at the same time. She arched, pushing her bottom back into hand, not knowing how to process what she was feeling.
No longer content just to caress, Alan caught the jeweled base of the anal plug and began to pump it in her, forcing her sphincter to stretch but never fully removing it from her bottom passage. After that there was no such thing as holding still or being quiet. Kaylee threw her head, groaning guttural sounds that were as far from pain as the tiny shocks of burning discomfort ravaging her from behind. No sane person should have found those shocks, that burning, pleasurable, but Kaylee did. It was moving all over her, spreading like wildfire until it had suffused her, making her stretching anus heat and throb with the same wanton pulse that had infiltrated her well-spanked flesh, sinking all the way through her until it had found her clit and her pussy pulsed and throbbed along in time. She was dripping. Oh God, absolutely dripping, and she was mortified, but she couldn’t stop herself.
“You can take a good ass-fucking, can’t you, baby?” Master Marshall said; his smile, the devil that haunted her as he circled the chair.
Kaylee panted, instinct screaming for her to spread her legs as wide as they would go, to throw back her ass and meet his pumping hand thrust for eager thrust, but there were people all around them. They were getting up—oh God!—walking around to get a better look at her from behind—Oh! God! She clamped her lips on the ragged cries trying to break out of her, on the shivering spasms that verged on the edge of bursting into the orgasm she’d been forbidden. She buried her face between her arms and struggled so hard to lie still, to be silent and accepting, and to squash down the riotous pleasure until it was over. Please—God! Oh, it hurt but in a way that felt so good!—please, let it soon be over!
