Bound, Spanked and Loved: Fourteen Kinky Valentine's Day Stories (76 page)

The video ended. David turned to Will, anger rising in his chest. "I need to say that I'm not thrilled that you, and your friends, took it upon yourself to do that."

"Of course not," Will said, actually looking grave for the very first time in David's experience. "It's never fun for a dominant to see someone else punish his girl—unless of course he's specifically arranged it, in which case, let me tell you, it's awesome." The solemn expression departed for a moment, replaced by an impish grin, which in turn vanished as he clearly saw David's failure to be amused. "But I know you're too honest to deny that you were going to break up with her."

"That's not an excuse!" David said, losing his calm just a little bit.

"I know, I know," Will said, pushing his hands against an invisible table in a
settle down
motion. "Bros before hos kind of thing. Paddling the girl you broke up with is probably even worse than dating the girl you broke up with, and this was even before you'd broken up with her."

David nodded, his jaw still set with anger.

"I do want to make sure you heard what Liam said about not uncovering her nakedness. With the exception of the preparation you just saw, which Maud is now getting just like Mandy did and is always done by another girl, that's a hard and fast rule here. The next time Maud gets naked it will be because you took her panties off, whether to punish her or to fuck her. One thing we recommend, especially at the beginning, is that you be in charge of your girl's underwear. You'll probably even want to instruct her to call you for permission to use the toilet."

"Jesus," David said. He found it a little difficult to believe how hard that idea got him. He had a little experience of dominating a submissive girlfriend—Monica, who Will had rightly suggested would enjoy getting spanked—but it appeared that this secret society went well beyond hairbrushes and occasional anal sex.

"Look," Will continued, clearly knowing he had a checkmate on his next move. "You and I both know that you couldn't have made this happen. We both know that if I had asked you if you wanted the society's tribunal to take up Maud's case you would have said
no
even though you would have wanted to say
yes
. This is the way it works here—the way it's worked for more than a hundred years. Girls like Maud need taking in hand, and guys like you and me can do it. But the way the world is set up these days doesn't make it easy. That's where the tribunal comes in."

He pushed a button the remote, and the monitor came back to life, showing Maud stepping naked out of the tub, helped by Alice. To his amazement, David saw that between her legs she had already been shaved with the clippers he now noticed on a nearby counter. Her sweet little pout of a cunt peeped out already, saucily and pinkly between the paler outer lips of her pussy that now had only a short light brown stubble remaining upon them. The look on her face seemed that of someone in a trance.

Before he could even react, Will had changed the scene on the monitor, and David now saw what must be the chamber of discipline. Mandy knelt on a sort of little prie-dieu in the center of a room that resembled a judicial chamber: green carpet and green baize upon the long table at which three distinguished-looking middle-aged men dressed in robes like Will's presided.

On the walls hung paintings that seemed to be scenes from mythology: David thought he could make out, though, that the gods seemed to be enjoying themselves with their nymphs rather more wickedly than was usual in such art. An armless, high-backed chair of dark, carved wood stood prominently against the wall to the side of the table.

Behind Mandy stood another, younger, man, also dressed in one of the robes. The look upon his face seemed slightly less assured than the expressions worn by the men who clearly made up the tribunal.

"That's her master," Will said, pointing to the younger man. "Oh, that reminds me. Look in the closet—you should get into your robe and your shorts. Don't worry—I promise you won't miss anything. They're just getting started. "

In the walk in closet David found his own robe, and hanging inside it, a rather mystifying pair of knee-length, tight-fitting cotton shorts. The mystery lay in the way they seemed open at the front, so that his cock and balls would hang free. "Will?" he called. "About the shorts?"

He heard Will laugh. "Yup. No underwear. You'll see on the video in a few moments how effective they are."

Feeling a little self-conscious, but also already suspecting in what way the shorts would prove
effective
, David took off his jeans, t-shirt, and boxers, and donned the garb he had already begun to think of as the ceremonial robes of the society into which it seemed he had been recruited. When he emerged, with the robe belted and the shorts underneath starting to make him feel, well, quite dominant, he saw on the monitor that the camera had focused in on Mandy's pretty face, which, wreathed in dark, wavy tresses done into a loose chignon, bore upon it a marvelous, ambiguous expression. David recognized the expression from Maud's face, when he fucked her: hoping for dominance, yearning to submit, but terrified of what it would mean to admit that need to herself.

The patient, but stern voice came from off camera. "...refused to allow your master—"

"He's not my m–master," Mandy protested half-heartedly, but her furrowed brow seemed to say otherwise.

"Silence!" said another male voice. "Mr. Gresham, may I invite you to show your girl her master?"

The angle changed, to show the man who stood behind Mandy stepping forward, around her, to stand between Mandy and the table. He started to unbelt his robe.

"I believe," said the first voice, which David could now see belonged to the man who sat at the center of the table, "that you can reason out where you must now look, Mandy."

Mr. Gresham, fit and blond, had his robe open, and, yes, David could see exactly how effective the shorts were: the cock sprang up and the scrotum hung there right in front of Mandy's face, and she did know where she had to keep her eyes. The black cotton of the shorts made it terribly plain how her master's dominance would be exercised.

"You have been a bad girl, Mandy Parker, but from now on your master Mr. Gresham will ensure that you know his rights and your duties. No longer will you refuse your anus to him, when he wishes to enjoy you back there, and to train you to please him with that sweet bottom of yours. Look at the hard cock in front of you, and understand that you must serve it from now on. You will take it in your mouth, and in your cunt, and in your anus, when your master wishes to put it there, and you will thank him for honoring your body that way."

Short little puffs of breath came from Mandy's nostrils, as if she kept her mouth closed as not to have the cock pushed inside it.

"Mr. Gresham," the man who David felt sure must be the chairman of the tribunal said, "would you care to punish Mandy now, or would you like to enjoy her mouth and save the punishment for later?"

Chapter Six: Justice

––––––––

"W
hen I open the door," Alice told Maud, "you'll walk in, with your eyes downcast, and take your place on the kneeling desk in the center of the room."

Maud stood in the same place from which she had watched Mandy depart half an hour before, to a fate Maud could hardly guess at despite knowing that terrible shame must play the most important role in it. She trembled, looking at the heavy door of dark oak that looked all too appropriate for the entrance to a
tribunal
.

To wear nothing but a black lace thong and a matching bra; to know that under the thong Alice had just painfully waxed away her chestnut curls: those things would mortify Maud all by themselves. The idea that she must now appear before some sort of court, and receive some kind of judgment... the idea that the tribunal would
award
her to David... and the thought of what might follow—it all made Maud want to sink through the floor.

Even worse that she couldn't now deny to herself—though she would most certainly continue to deny to other people, especially David—that her own body had become a traitor. Sitting on her paddled bottom all day at work and driving down here to this strange mansion she had tried to keep her mind on the need simply to get through whatever this was. But the thought of whatever it was, and the thought of David being there, made her tingle all over, beginning with the lingering smart of her bottom-cheeks and moving from there to the places next to it that she struggled not to touch all day.

She would get through this, she told herself grimly. She would play David's friend's sex game, because she loved David, and then she would reclaim him. Once she proved her love for him, Maud felt certain, he wouldn't need to talk about spanking her, would he? She did want to be his good girl, after all—and what was wrong with that?

But then it had all gone so very strange, and wrong, so very quickly: the butler, the parking attendant, the grand foyer... and then, so suddenly, this bathroom and the door locking behind Maud and the sight of Mandy with her panties in her mouth. At the same time, her mind had rejected the scene and her body had simply melted at the sight of it.

She had undressed because she couldn't bear another punishment like the one from Officer Miller and Alice said that if Maud didn't obey that was exactly what would happen. She had obeyed, because she didn't want to have to have her panties, yes, terribly damp now, in her mouth the way Mandy did, didn't want to have to be strapped down to the chair the way Mandy was.

Naked in that chair once Mandy had gone through the door, under the clippers, Maud whimpered at the sight of Alice in her cute pink panties, harvesting the wiry locks between Maud's pale thighs. Then, in the tub, Alice had taken shameful liberties with the washcloth between those thighs. Maud gasped, but she did not resist, because she knew she could not bear another paddling.

She put on the lingerie, because Alice said if she didn't the attendants would come. That they would carry her naked into the tribunal and bind her in place, and whip her savagely. Maud never, ever wore lacy underwear, because she had been raised to think that you must never let anyone see your panties, and why would you wear lacy lingerie except because you wanted a man to see it?

But Officer Miller had seen her panties, and paddled her so hard on their seat. He had taught her a lesson, he said. But what lesson?

The answer came to her, looking at the door to the tribunal: from now on, David would decide about her panties. Unless Maud wanted a daily spanking, she would wear panties that David liked, and he would remove them whenever he wanted, and then he would have sex with her however he liked—even the shameful ways he had said he would: even her mouth. Even the other place, where it would hurt and make her feel so dirty, to be that kind of girl—the kind whose boyfriend made her open to him that shameful way. The thought made her mind recoil even as it made her knees tremble.

A bell sounded up above the door—the same bell that had sounded for Mandy, half an hour ago. Alice opened the enormous door, and a blast of cooler air—not cold, but bracing after the warmth of the steamy bathroom—swirled around Maud. She felt her nipples stiffen at the sensation, and as she stepped forward automatically into the room, so that she might not be whipped, they tingled in the lacy bra just as she caught sight of David.

He wore a dark robe she had never seen before, belted at the waist, and he looked so incredibly handsome, unshaven but also effortlessly elegant, close-cropped brown hair seeming to set off his blue eyes so dramatically that they almost glowed, that Maud felt lightheaded at the sight. He smiled at her with an unguarded, approving expression that took her breath away. She realized suddenly she hadn't seen that smile since Thanksgiving, and she felt for the first time that she understood: he wanted to take care of her. His way of taking care of her involved things she hadn't expected, but it appeared that as difficult as it might be to learn her lesson, she must now learn it, because David had decided to take her in hand.

He nodded towards the center of the room, the smile disappearing and a stern look replacing it that made Maud remember what Alice had said about keeping her eyes downcast. There stood the little kneeling desk, which seemed lower than most, and padded across the top, where her elbows would go.

All the warmth David's smile had given her seemed to vanish in an instant. She tried to hold onto it: she knew it still existed, somewhere, but the thing upon which she must kneel in her shameful new underwear filled her with dread. Shaking with fear at the thought of how she would look to David, kneeling there in front of him, Maud lowered her gaze and walked slowly towards the center of the room, now seeing with a hot blush that three older men sat at a long table on the other side of the kneeling desk. That she must not raise her eyes to look at the men's faces and must only have the sense of their age and their imposing, authoritative presence seemed to make the shame even worse. Maud knelt, wondering whether she might actually scorch the skin of her cheeks with the heat of the blood that rushed to them.

"Maud Fredericks," said a voice from the center of the table, "you have come here to answer for your disobedience and disrespect to the gentleman who stands behind you, who loves you and whom you love. Do you confess your love for him?"

She could not help it: the question startled her so thoroughly that her eyes darted upward, to see the three men, in robes like the one David wore: all of them so grave, all of them looking so grave. It took her a long moment to realize that the man on the left was Officer Miller and the man on the right had been the one standing in a trenchcoat outside her apartment. She gave a little gasp when she recognized them, but the red-haired policeman and the dark-haired, bearded man from her apartment made no sign they had ever met her before.

All of them looking at her, kneeling before them in lacy black underwear that meant Maud had come here in order to have her body given to David—in order to submit to David's firm hand and to his hard cock.