Maxim smiled. “Beautiful. Just beautiful.”
Inga groaned, trying to squeeze her legs shut, but Maxim put a hand to the inside of her thigh. “Did I say you could do that?”
“No, Sir.”
“I didn’t think so either.” He slapped the inside of her thighs with his hand, the skin turning pink quickly. “Open them.”
Once she obeyed, he continued. “Now, we finish your spanking.”
He slapped the unforgiving wood upon the underside of her pink ass, the color there soon matching her thighs and ass. He made sure to deliver the blows quickly, snapping his wrist to deliver a hot, sting to the sensitive area. Once her voice broke, he knew he’d given her enough, stopping before she began to cry.
“Okay, naughty girl, let’s get you back over to stand with your friends for your real whipping.”
“Oh, God.” He wrapped a hand around her waist while with the other he grasped her upper arm, helping her to kneel on the table before pulling her to her feet.
She walked away, her red pear-shaped ass swaying. The men stared, rapt.
“Jesus, your wife’s got a fine ass, Garrett.”
“Yes, indeed. Thank you.”
Avery, on cue, rolled her eyes.
“Avery! Eyes!” Maxim’s voice was like the crack of a whip in the quiet room.
¬Avery jumped, sobering quickly. He crooked his finger at her, pointing to the floor, and she shuffled over to him.
“I’ve spoken to you twice now. You lose your bra. Turn around.” He undid her bra, tossing it to Preston. “Go stand in line. Quietly!” He gave a resounding slap to her red ass. Maxim thought again how’d she’d be a very sore girl in his house.
God bless, Preston.
Chapter 12
Maxim pointed toward his wife. “Caroline, go get your metal cane for everyone’s whipping.” Her eyes widened, but she swallowed, quietly leaving the room and climbing the stairs to retrieve the fearsome implement from their luggage.
Garrett started to laugh. “I have one too. That’s what I used on Inga last night.”
Maxim nodded. “That explains some of the marks then. It’s a brutally painful cane, eh?”
“Yes, it appears to be. Nothing makes her dance like that cane does.”
Inga watched Caroline mincing her back way down the stairs, holding the cane in one hand, the other covering her pussy. Caroline peeked through her lashes at Maxim.
“Where do your hands belong, girl?”
She hesitated, stopping on the bottom step. “At my sides, or on my head, Sir.”
“Then why aren’t they?” He strode over to her, snatching the cane from her hand, and grasping her elbow. He snapped the whippy metal down across her bottom, the cane whistling through the air.
“Oh, oh! Master!” She tucked her buttocks in, attempting to avoid the lashes. As soon as he stopped though, she threw her hands up onto her head. She hissed, dancing on her toes. “It burns!”
“Yes, you clenched on the ginger, so it burns. You’ve been trained better than this. You know to not cover yourself.” He shook his head at her. “You lose your bra too. Turn around.”
He unclasped the sheer black lace, sliding it down her arms. He grabbed a nipple, pinching and twisting it. She sucked in a breath through clenched teeth.
“Now, behave. Go stand in line again.” Maxim swung the implement, slicing the air as he turned toward the other women. “Everyone had been told that they were to listen to the rules today or there would be consequences. And I believe we told you, if you misbehaved as a group, you would be spanked as a group.”
He paced in front of the women, tapping them each one of them hard enough across their calves that the females jumped, the sting intense and harsh. Inga stared at this hulk of a man, wondering what she’d gotten herself into. Looking toward Garrett, she was puzzled why he hadn’t interfered by now. If it had been the other way around, he would’ve jumped up and delivered the punishment in private with his spouse. Her anger roiled, bitterness setting in. If he thought she’d be all sweet and subservient after this he had another thing coming.
She twisted her body trying to avoid another round of her calves being struck with that whippy metal, her breasts bouncing, the dull ache she felt there increasingly worrisome. Her breasts had never been so sensitive.
Maybe something’s wrong with them? Should I tell Garrett?
She dismissed it. She’d check later for anything of concern, and if it didn’t go away in a week or so, she’d talk to him about it. As a doctor, he’d be able to calm her fears at that point, letting her know what was normal and what wasn’t. But he’d been such a stickler with her about informing him of any pains, injuries, aches or illnesses.
Maxim crooked his finger at Caroline. “Come here, girl. You will be first. This way the women will see what is expected.” He retrieved a wooden chair from behind the desk. “Kneel.”
She climbed up onto the chair, keeping her knees near the outer edge, leaning forward, her breasts dangled over the back. She clasped the spindles on the back of the chair in each hand. Maxim reached around, pinching her nipples hard enough that she shouted, starting to rise up. She caught herself though, biting her lip as tears welled in her eyes.
“You keep those breasts dangling in this position. I want to see them wobble with each strike and available for my fingers to squeeze or pinch. Keep your backside pushed out. Do not tuck it in, yes?” His hands fondled her breasts, cupping each one in turn as if to weigh it.
“Yes, Sir.”
He pressed against the bulb of ginger sticking out between her cheeks, twisting it, then inching his finger — now wet with the stinging juice — through her labia. Caroline closed her eyes, moaning. Inga wasn’t sure if it was in excitement or dread of the burn — or both.
“Gentlemen, in this position, the bottom is at a good height for the swing of the belt, switch or whip. The skin is taut, harder for them to clench. And there’s no rolling over or wild twisting in this position either.” He slid his fingers down the crevice between her pink, spanked buttocks, down to her clit. “And as you can see, the ass and pussy are available for punishment or pleasure, yes?”
Inga observed the growing bulge at the front of the Russian’s pants. Maxim would be finding this punishment difficult to deal with.
Good!
She glanced over to see that Garrett and Preston each were fidgeting on the couch, adjusting themselves in their slacks too.
“You could’ve been hurt, Caroline. You are never allowed to put your health at risk, are you?”
“No, Sir.”
“No, you are not. You made it down the hill, thankfully. But what if you had hit a tree?” He bent down bringing him nose-to-nose with his wife, Caroline’s eyes filling with tears.
“But I didn’t, Sir.” Her voice sounded small, timid.
“Am I to be happy with that?” Maxim stood, tucking the cane under his arm, twisting her nipples in both hands.
Caroline threw her head back, shouting. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”
“Oh yes, you will be, Caro. Trust me.” He slowly stalked around her, trailing the cane down her back, using the tip to poke the ginger one last time. He pulled his arm back, swinging it forward, snapping the cane six times in a row across her bottom, leaving behind red, angry stripes grouped in a tight pattern, as if the livid marks had been drawn by hand upon her buttocks.
Caroline’s hands were white-knuckled as they gripped the spindles, and she keened through gritted teeth. Maxim paused for a few seconds, walking to the other side of her body, swishing the shiny metal through the air again, the sound of metal and skin meeting, along with the low growl from Caroline, making Inga’s stomach flip. She swore her belly tensed so much that she fought the vague urge to vomit. Inga exchanged glances with Avery, their eyes large and blinking, the unspoken message clear: How in the hell are we going to deal with this?
Inga shook her head and shrugged. Her own bottom was very red already, the throbbing
stripes feeling like they’d been laid down almost side-by-side. Inga’s clit throbbed as she watched — which made no sense to her. She didn’t feel excited — she felt afraid. But her body always seemed to react with arousal at the sight of a spanking or merely the threat of one.
“Who makes decisions, Caro?”
Her voice broke as she tried to answer. “Y-you do, Sir.”
“How did you forget that? I want to hear what you thought. What made you decide being bad girl was right?” He ran his hand over her inflamed flesh. “This ass is pretty hot, Caro. It hurts, no?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Why did you do it?”
“I wanted to be one of the girls, and I didn’t want to be the cause of anyone not having fun.” She quietly began to cry.
Maxim glared at Inga and Avery. “It’s always about being accepted. People like you, Caroleena. I made the rule. They were frustrated with me, not you. Now, you pay the price of worrying about your friends more than your Master, no?
“Yes, Sir.”
“Six more on the underside and thighs. You will listen and obey directions from your Master only, Caroleena Leigh. Stick your bottom out.” Caroline pushed the punished globes out. “More.”
Caroline’s back dipped, her ass prominently displayed. Maxim’s arm didn’t swing wide as with the other lashes, but instead thwacked hard and quick. Caroline’s head thrashed from side to side, but she kept her position, a continuous wail springing from her throat.
Finally Maxim stopped, dropping the cane onto the table. Caroline dropped her head, quietly crying, swiping at her tears with shaky hands.
“We’ll take this ginger out of you now and then you will kneel in the corner. Not that I imagine you would want to, but you are not allowed to rest your sore ass on your heels. Clear?” He twisted the flange, and popped the ginger out, dropping it into the trash by the desk.
He stood her up in front of him. “What do you say?”
“I’m sorry… for not obeying, Master. And thank you for punishing me.”
“Forgiven, as always. Now, go.” He slapped her sore ass, causing her to bunny hop to the corner. She knelt gracefully, each her slender hands clasping the opposite elbow behind her back.
“Avery! You are next!” Maxim pointed to the floor in front of him. Avery stood, her legs shaking.
“Are you nervous, girl?” Maxim ran his hand over the column of her neck, pausing to feel for her pulse. “Your blood is racing.”
“I don’t like pain.”
Maxim tilted his head, his eyebrows furrowed into the ‘what the fuck’ vertical line between his brows. “But you are bad girl almost always, yes?”
Before she could answer, he glanced over at Preston, the Russian raising his hands palm up in question.
“I know it doesn’t make sense, Maxim.” Preston shook his head. “She’s always in trouble and getting spanked for that sassy mouth or impulsive actions, but she truly hates punishment. You’d think that would make her someone who’d be easy to teach. Wrong. It’s all very confusing to me too.”
“Very.” Maxim circled around her, stopping to grasp the long white tail. He wrapped it around his hand, giving it an upward tug. She groaned in response, rising on her tiptoes. “This is like anal hook, but much more fun.” He pulled straight back, watching her take a few steps backwards, following the pressure exerted by the plug.
Inga was concerned, knowing Avery had a short fuse with things like that — and she knew Maxim wouldn’t tolerate said short fuse either. But he kept at her, pushing her past what Inga knew was Avery’s limit, dragging the woman by her tail.
“Come, bad girl.” He hoisted her up on her toes by her tail, walking her toward the chair. “Up.”
When Avery hesitated, Inga knew she’d be leaping into a tirade that would turn Maxim into a bull — or shock him into silence before he paddled the shit out of her. Instead, Avery hesitated, taking a deep breath, gritting her teeth as she obediently climbed up onto the chair.
Preston’s eyebrows rose. “How did you do that?”
Maxim patted Avery’s hips. “What?”
“Push her boundaries like that. She normally would have gone off like a firecracker between the humiliation and pain.”
Maxim lightly stroked the side of Avery’s face. “She’s afraid of punishment, this is true. But she needs harsh and firm discipline. I angered her just now, yes?”
Preston nodded.
“But, the fear of my harsh discipline made her swallow her sass and obey. Isn’t that so, Avery?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Her fear of punishment doesn’t mean you should go light. That is not always so with other submissives. But, in her case, it means what she fears — and what she wants or needs — is different. If they don’t react to the paddle and belt, they may need the strop or whip.”
Right on cue, Avery shivered.
“Oh yes, girl.” Maxim tilted her chin up. “I think your Master will use the strop on you. Have you had that before?”
“Yes, Sir. In the woodshed at Preston’s.”
Maxim quirked an eyebrow at him. “No, shit? So I guess you have your answer, Preston, yes?”
“Yes, indeed. Thank you.” Preston sat back, spreading his arms along the back of the couch, smirking in a self-satisfied manner.
Poor Avery.
“Stick your bottom out, hands over the back of the chair on the spindles, and keep your back arched.”
He tapped the cane on her flesh. “Were you spanked last night too?”
“Yes, Sir. For yelling at Garrett on the airplane and calling him names.”
Maxim shook his head, chuckling. “You brothers have your days of hell, don’t you?”
“You have no idea.” Garrett glared at the two women in question.
“Let’s get this tail out of you so we can get on with this.” Maxim gripped the white tail in his left hand, as his right hand twisted and pulled out the large, black plug. Preston jumped up, grabbing the tail, walking upstairs with it.
Just as he did with Caroline, the metal whippy cane lashed ten times in a row, though this time, the Russian took much longer than he had with Caroline. Maxim spaced the swats out, giving her time to catch her breath.
“Oh my god! Jesus!” Avery pressed her ass out and then quickly tucked it, waggling it, and panting heavily, trying to ease the pain. “Swearing is extras when I discipline. Are they extras with your Master, girl?”
She didn’t want to answer, and Inga didn’t blame her. “Y-yes, Sir.”
“I’ll let your husband give you those.” Preston walked back into the room. “Preston, she swore during the punishment. I told her you would give extras.”
“Bad girl. You know better.” Preston slapped her ass as he walked by, heading back to the couch.
“Eight more.” Maxim methodically meted out the prescribed number. Inga had no doubt that the strokes were harder and spaced further apart than Caroline’s. Avery’s thighs shook, goose bumps rising on her skin. The last three strokes were aimed at her thighs and she screamed in one long wail at each one. She slumped over the chair and burst into tears.
Maxim stroked her back, calming her. Then helped her rise, murmuring to her as he walking her to her own corner. “Kneel.” Avery obeyed, still sobbing, and with a hand to the back of her head, he pressed her nose to the corner. “Nose stays against wall, bottom out, yes?”
“Yes, S-sir.”
He spun on his heel, snapping his fingers. “Inga! Follow me!”
He stood in front of the chair, waving her toward it. Her stomach lurched again, and she grabbed her throat swallowing down a gag.
Oh, God! Don’t let me vomit.
“Girl, are you okay? Do you need to see Garrett?” Maxim glanced at Inga’s husband.
“Inga, you’re pale. Do you think you caught a virus?” Garrett leapt up, putting the back of his hand on her forehead. “She doesn’t feel warm. Did you eat something that didn’t settle today?” He walked her t
o the couch, lying her down. He pressed on her stomach, tapping and thumping different areas.
“I’m taking this plug out, Inga. He turned her sideways, pulling on the pink jewel until it came out. He walked with it to the powder room, then returned. “I need to know what you think is going on. Are you just nervous about your spanking? Are you sick? How long have you felt odd?”
“I was going to wait until Christmas morning.” She peeked from Maxim, to Preston, then back to her husband. “I’m pregnant. I found out just before we left.”
Garrett blinked, staring at her in silence for a moment. He didn’t move immediately, and for a moment, she panicked that he didn’t want children. What would she do? He’d said he’d love to have children, but obviously he didn’t.
“Oh, Inga! He pulled her up to sit, squeezing her so hard she couldn’t breathe. “I can’t believe we’re going to have a baby! The kids are going to be so excited. God, I’m such a lucky man.” He kissed her all over her face, squeezing and hugging her.
Everyone was laughing then, and she could hear Avery and Caroline squealing from their corners. She smiled at her friends who were peeking over their shoulders at her. But that was short-lived when Garrett pulled away, his face dark and angry. “You went down that hill, against our wishes, knowing you had our child in your womb?”
“Oh for God’s sake, Garrett, slow down. I have baby in my belly. I’m not disabled. Women ski while pregnant. You are a doctor. You know this, right?”
“Do not take that tone with me, Missy. Women who ski daily can continue to ski. You don’t ski often enough to be doing it this early in your pregnancy.” He regarded Maxim and Preston, shocking showing on his face. “And you let Maxim spank you leaning over that table too?”
“God, this will be impossible. I will be very sorry I am pregnant with you, won’t I?” She rolled her eyes, waving her hand dismissively as she rose from the couch.
“Sit!” Maxim shouted. Inga felt instant butterflies, sitting back down immediately. “You can be spanked for most of pregnancy. Do not push him or he will spank you daily.” He gave Garrett a pat on the shoulder. “But, you needed to tell me you had baby in you. I would have taken care that you did not fall. You were very bad girl. No wonder your stomach was upset.”
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