by Diane Leyne
“What do you think, Pat? Her pose isn’t bad for a beginner.”
“Not bad, but not good. I prefer a sub to keep her arms behind her back when she’s kneeling. It thrusts out the tits for my enjoyment. Even better is when her arms are restrained in that position, especially when you have a sub who tends to break position.”
At Pat’s disapproving tone, Dex looked down to see Abby craning her neck to get a look at Patrick as he spoke. Her hands had moved off her knees as well.
“What do you think you are doing, subbie? Did we give you permission to break position?”
“No, Sir.” Dex smothered a smile as she quickly returned to her original position and dropped her eyes with clear reluctance.
“Look up, subbie. And what about Patrick’s instruction to you. Your hands are still on your knees. Why aren’t they behind your back?”
“Um, sorry, Dex, Sir. Sorry, Patrick, uh, Sir.”
Quickly Abby moved her arms behind her back but clearly had no idea what to do with her hands.
“You must clasp your wrists while in that position, subbie. And regarding title, since there are two of us, you may call me Sir Dex and he is Sir Patrick when you need to distinguish which one of us you are addressing. Do you understand me, subbie?”
“Yes, Sir Dex,” she repeated dutifully.
“I’m waiting for you to reposition your arms, subbie. Do you have a problem following your first order?”
“No, Sir Dex, it’s just…”
“Just?”
“This corset is kind of tight and the cups are a little small. I’m afraid my breasts will pop out if I put my arms behind me.”
Dex smiled and nodded to Patrick, who squatted down beside her.
“Allow me to fix that.” Reaching out, he grasped the cup nearest him with one hand and the side of her corset with the other. Before she could react, he’d removed the cup while Dex knelt and took care of the other.
He allowed himself to enjoy her shocked expression before standing back up.
“There, that’s better. What do you think Pat? An improvement?”
“Definitely. And once pet has obeyed and moved her hands behind her back, I think her tits will look even better. But you also know what this means?”
“No, what, Pat.”
“Our little pet has earned her first punishment. I do believe she was told several times to move her hands behind her and even argued with us.”
“And don’t forget that she broke position to look at me, too. I’d say that equals twenty?”
“Twenty?” Dex had to hide his smile at Abby’s shocked gasp.
“Yes, subbie, twenty. Patrick and are going easier on you because it is your first day. If you disobey in future, it will be twenty per offense.”
He walked over to the couch and sat down and patted his lap.
“I’ll give you the first ten, and Patrick will do the second ten. Then we’ll talk a bit before joining Lindy and Jake for dinner.”
* * * *
Slowly Abby rose to her feet. She felt unbelievably self-conscious about her exposed breasts, but she was turned on, too. Her nipples were so tight they hurt, and her pussy was leaking more than before. She could see that the men were aroused as well, which gave her a little confidence. Thank goodness she still had her skirt on and they couldn’t see the wetness that even her panties couldn’t contain.
Abby looked over at Dex as he patted his lap. Oh my god, he’s serious. She looked over to Pat, who was lounging, one shoulder against the wall, his hands jammed into his pockets pulling the material taut, which emphasized the bulge of his erection, as he stared down at her.
“I’m beginning to think that twenty’s not enough. I think she wants more. Otherwise she’d be over your lap already and taking her punishment.”
Abby struggled to her feet. The damned corset was laced so tight she was having trouble breathing, and that was the only reason. Not because of the two hot Doms and not because she was going to get spanked.
“Not very graceful,” Dex observed, looking over at Pat. “We’re going to have to work on that, especially when her hands are restrained behind her.”
Abby’s cheeks reddened. In fact, she was pretty sure that the blush extended all the way down her chest to her breasts. Hesitantly she walked over to Dex, not sure how to proceed.
“The corset. Remove it now.”
“I, uh, I can’t, Sir.”
He raised his eyebrow. Damn, she hated that in a man.
“I mean, it’s Lindy’s fault, Sir. She laced me into this, and I don’t know how to get out of it.”
She heard Pat’s deep belly laugh even as she felt him move behind her.
“No worries, pet. Let me take care of that for you.”
In seconds, it seemed, the corset loosened and then started to fall. Automatically she raised her hands to hold it in place, but since there weren’t any actual cups protecting her modesty, it didn’t seem necessary, so she let it fall to the ground.
“Excellent, pet.” Pat moved back to the wall and was leaning again. “Now the skirt.”
“Skirt, Sir?”
This time it was Dex who laughed. “You don’t think we are going to spank your covered bottom, do you? Drop the skirt and place yourself over my knees to receive your spanking. You have one minute, and then your punishment will double every minute after that.”
“But…”
“It also doubles for arguing. You now owe us forty. Do you want to go for eighty?
Abby gasped and thrust her skirt down quickly so she couldn’t think about what she was doing. Then she hurried to Dex and lay across his knees. He shifted her until her bottom was centered across his lap, her head down low. His hand caressed her bare bottom and shivered with both desire and fear.
“Are you seeing what I’m seeing, Pat?”
“Yes I am, Dex, if you mean a truly magnificent ass that I can’t wait to spank.”
“That’s part of what I’m seeing. But to you also see this truly heinous scrap of material that’s covering the entrance to our pussy?”
“Yes I do, Dex, and I have just the solution.”
Abby could sense movement and tried to turn and see what Pat was up to, but Dex pressed down firmly on her back, preventing her from moving.
When she kept squirming, she felt a sharp smack on her left cheek followed by her right.
“Hey, that hurt.”
“Hey that hurt, Sir”
“Um, hey, that hurt, Sir.”
“That’s better, subbie, and it was meant to hurt. I told you to lie over my knee, and you wouldn’t stop squirming. And then you back talked me. Not good, subbie. You must really yen for punishment.”
“But first…” She heard Pat’s voice, and then something cold and metallic slipped between the side of her thong and her hip. A quick snipping sound and then the fabric gave. Scissors. Quickly he snipped the other side and pulled the offending garment off.
She then heard an odd sound she couldn’t quite place, and then she could and she was blushing again. Pat was sniffing her damp panties.
“Well, Pat?”
“You have to feel these, Dex. Soaked.” There was a movement over her.
“Yup. They are indeed. So, subbie, you’re turned on by the thought of submitting to us are you?”
“Uh, yes, Sir. I mean, Sirs. Masters?”
“You had it right the first time. To be someone’s Master is an honor to be earned. We will only be training you for a month.”
Abby felt heaviness in the pit of her stomach. It sounded like he didn’t want to be her Master or didn’t plan on being her trainer long enough to earn that title. She’d been so excited when she’d realized that they would be training her. She’d had that damned crush on them since the first interview, and the thought that they might be interested in her, too, had turned her insides to mush and had caused all of that moisture to gush out. But maybe they were just doing Jake a favor. Maybe they just liked training subs. Maybe they
weren’t attracted to her. Why would they be? She was too damned fat, and now they were staring at her fat ass, and she had to get out of there.
She tried to squirm from Dex’s lap, but he easily held her in place. His hard cock pressed into her side, and she wondered if it was as large as it felt.
“One small adjustment and we’ll be ready to begin.”
He reached down and tug her legs apart. The mortification caused her face to burn. From Patrick’s angle, he could see everything. She tried to close her legs, but Dex’s hand came down hard.
Smack! It hurt even more than the last one, and she automatically struggled, a loud gasp leaving her lips. By the third strike of Dex’s hand she was yelling, by the fifth she was moaning, and by the tenth, she was pushing her ass out to meet his hand. He just laughed and pried her legs further apart, his fingers caressing between her legs, and then one slipping into her pussy. She stiffened with shock and then melted as his thumb found her clit, rubbing gently as he slipped a second finger inside her.
“Is she wet?”
“Drenched,” Dex confirmed. “I’ve already got a wet spot on my leathers.”
“Really, let me check.”
Dex removed his hand, and Abby felt a sense of emptiness, but it was quickly replaced by anticipation. Pat’s hand moved, first on her ass cheek and then sliding between her legs to run along her slit from clit to pussy. She moaned and shifted, but she knew better than to try to squirm away. He slid a finger inside her and moaned. Dex’s left hand moved on her lower back holding her down and his right hand on her thigh. It was unbelievably decadent to have two men touching her at the same time.
“She is wet, Dex. I have two fingers in her now and I do believe I can slide a third in without any resistance.”
She moaned when he matched his actions to his words, his fingers gentle as three slid inside her, stretching her gently.
Her arousal grew by leaps and bounds and her pussy started to contract. She was so close to coming when Pat removed his fingers and slapped her ass again.
“No coming without permission or your next spanking won’t be so enjoyable.” Pat withdrew his hand and slapped her ass.
Then Dex started spanking her again, working to a nice, steady rhythm, giving her the next ten without pause.
She wasn’t sure just when it had happened, but at some point the pain started morphing into pleasure and her climax started to return. Clearly Dex recognized the signs as he increased the intensity of each slap.
When he stopped, he massaged the places he’d just reddened. It seemed to spread the heat and cause a kind of tingling that went straight to her clit and her pussy.
She was still trying to make sense of the feelings when Pat moved to take Dex’s place and she was draped over his lap. His jeans were rougher than Dex’s leathers, but his hands were gentle as he positioned her just how he wanted her with her legs spread out wide and her head down by the floor.
By the tenth slap from Pat, she was crying from the pain and moaning from the pleasure. She tried to close her legs to get some friction against her clit. She could feel a climax building, but Patrick just laughed and pulled her legs back apart. The next six slaps came quickly, his hand moving around her ass, as if making sure he covered each and every burning square inch one more time.
“Hold her legs open, Dex.” Patrick’s voice was thick with something Abby thought was arousal. She tried to resist, but Dex easily spread her legs obscenely wide. Something touched her between her legs and realized it was Dex’s tongue.
“Sorry, Pat. Our girl is gushing like a spring and I just had to have a taste.”
He pushed back between her legs and his tongue burrowed inside her pussy in a mime of the sex act. She was so close to coming now that she didn’t think she could hold back, didn’t want to hold back. When he pinched her clit, her climax rippled through her, and Dex pulled back and Patrick slapped her hard on the pussy.
“What were you told?”
Desperately she tried to clamp down on her climax. Two more slaps on her pussy later and she was begging.
“Please, Sirs.”
“Take this last one and then you may come.” His hand came down hard on her pussy and his finger slid inside her again, his hand angled so his thumb rubbed against her clit.
“Come!”
Chapter Eight
Abby found herself sitting between Dex and Patrick in a booth at the back of the Sunset Cafe, across from Lindy and Jake. They’d removed her collar before they’d left the club. They explained that they would put the training collar on her at the beginning of each training session and remove it when they finished. It would be her signal that the play session was over.
They were in a private room that she didn’t know existed. It was a good thing the booth was private because Pat had pulled her skirt up before they’d let her sit down.
She was just grateful they’d put the cups back in the corset and had helped her back into it. They’d put the skirt back on her, too, but since Pat had cut off her panties, she’d had to do without. And now she was sitting bare-assed in the booth and she knew her pussy was leaking. She supposed she should be grateful they were letting her keep her top on, but she was very careful with how she moved. She was worried that if she popped out, they wouldn’t let her tuck her boobs back in, and she couldn’t do it herself since her hands were restrained behind her back by some sort of soft cloth.
Below the table, where Lindy and Jake couldn’t see, Dex and Pat had pulled her legs apart and draped them over each of their knees. Her right leg was pulled over Dex’s left leg and her left leg was over Pat’s right one. As a result, her slit was wide open and her pussy exposed to wandering hands, and wander they did. It got so that she could hardly follow the conversation.
“So, how was your initial meeting?”
“Well, Jake, as we laid out in our training plan, we decided to start slowly.” Abby found herself giggling. If this were slowly, then fast would kill her. The giggles died away as three sets of unamused Dom eyes turned toward her, but then she met Lindy’s eyes and started giggling again.
She felt a hard slap on her pussy and realized that it was Dex. He hadn’t even paused in his discussion with Jake.
“But of course, some of it we’ll have to play by ear. As Doms, we must adapt to our sub’s needs. Including punishing her when she misbehaves.”
“It seems like a good plan. And flexible. Flexible is good in a Dom as well as a sub.” Jake grinned wickedly and looked down at Lindy. “May I suggest signing your sub up for yoga? It will open up all sorts of possibilities.”
“Excellent idea. We don’t want her to lose an ounce because her body is perfect just as it is, but yoga, yes, we’ll try to work it into her training plan. As you say, never pays to think too rigidly. In fact, we’ve already had to modify it once as she was so badly behaved in your office. We hadn’t expected to have to spank her so soon, but she clearly enjoyed it. I get the feeling we’ll be spanking her frequently. The palm of my hand is already tingling at the thought.”
They ate in companionable silence. Abby felt strange having the men feed her. They took turns lifting their forks to her mouth, and she had to force herself, at first, to take the food from them. She had not had anyone feed her since she was a child. Certainly not since she was too young to remember it. And it was made more challenging by the fact that they both had their hands on her thighs and took turns dipping their fingers inside her or rubbing her clit lightly. By the time the meal was done, she was so aroused that the lightest touch would send her off like a Roman candle, and they seemed to realize this because the questing fingers had retreated, leaving her horny and frustrated.
When it came to dessert, they decided to have it to-go and returned to the club. When they entered, they had her kneel so Pat could refasten the collar around her neck.
Then they led her over to a table of some sort that they’d clearly reserved. It was a bit like a doctor’s table and not at all what she
was expecting. The men had untied her wrists before leaving the restaurant. Now they quickly unfastened and dispensed with her skirt and corset and lifted her up on the table, positioning her so she was reclining slightly. Then they put her feet into the stirrups and strapped them in. Quickly they fastened the straps across her hips, rib cage, and then they attached her wrists to the table. Then they attached a chain to her collar at one end and the table at the other so she could barely lift her head.
She could hear them, though. They were doing rock, paper, scissors, and Patrick won. She thought that meant he would be feeding her the chocolate cake, but apparently it meant that he got to finger her clit and pussy while Dex fed her.
She tried to concentrate on her food, opening her mouth whenever she the fork touched her lips, but Patrick’s fingers never stopped moving, distracting her. Damn. She looked around and saw that there were other people in the club, but none appeared to be paying much attention to her and the two men touching her so intimately. When they saw her trying to look around, they chuckled and then Dex fastened a blindfold over her eyes. She was now completely helpless.
She tried to concentrate as Dex forked up some more cake and brought the fork up to her mouth. She found herself moaning as she tried to swallow the cake, and she ended up with cake smeared on the side of her mouth. She tried to wipe it off, forgetting for a moment that her hands were restrained and when that did not work, then tried to lick the cake away, but couldn’t reach. She could hear Dex chuckle and then the sound of his voice whispering in her ear before kissing his way across her cheek to the chocolate smear to lick it off.
“Come as often as you like,” he whispered. “Permission not required.” She almost came on the spot at the sheer eroticism of his tongue sliding across her cheek as he removed every last bit of chocolate.
And then he moved his mouth, and his lips were pressed against hers, his tongue demanding entry. She eagerly granted his request, her tongue meeting his and tangling with it. He sucked her tongue into his mouth. She didn’t even realize Patrick had moved until he was between her widely spread legs, his tongue sweeping down her slit before pausing the taste the cream flowing from her pussy.
