Chastity Belt (5 page)

“Noooo,” Casey whined, looking as if she were trying not to smile as she said, “Please don’t spank me too hard, Georgia!”

Wow, she plays the brat really, really well.
The guys were eating it up.

Georgia stood to the side and looked at the bared white ass in front of her. Georgia lifted her hand and brought it down playfully, testing it out. Casey gasped and Georgia felt a thrill rush through her as she saw a little pink splotch on Casey’s ass cheek from her hand. Her hand stung a bit, but she liked it.

Georgia wanted to say something to get the guys going, but she had zero experience in showmanship. She’d just have to let Casey do her thing. But she could make her earn her eighty bucks in the meantime! Georgia brought her hand down again and again, relishing Casey’s squeals and protests and the beautiful shade of pink her ass had become.

She was getting so into it that she didn’t even notice that it was her turn until she saw Jonathan standing right over her. “Casey,” he said, stopping Georgia from continuing the spanking. “Do you want ten spanks from me on your ass, or just one spank on your pussy?”

Georgia laughed as she stepped aside. That had to be an easy choice. Ten was a lot more than one.

Face flushed, Casey looked over her shoulder and said, “Ten spanks on my ass, please.”

Georgia’s jaw dropped as she watched Jonathan pick Casey up and throw her over his knee while he sat in the very same chair she had just been holding on to. He counted off ten spanks and suddenly Georgia could hear the difference between the playing cries and squeals that Casey had given her and the real punishment that Jonathan was inflicting on her bottom. If Casey was willing to endure this compared to just one spank on the pussy, then what had Georgia just signed herself up for?

Casey stood with Jonathan’s help and rubbed her ass, frowning dramatically. She stepped off the stage and walked around the tables of men, smiling at them and letting them feel the heat radiating off her scorched buttocks. By the time Casey came back up onto the stage, she had ten-dollar bills stuffed all along her G-string and in her low-cut blouse.

“That was fun!” she said. “But you—you are so gonna earn your money, honey,” she purred in Georgia’s ear as she pushed Georgia into the chair and began cuffing her legs apart. The men cheered.

Georgia swallowed hard as Jonathan stood before her and looked down from his full height. He grinned. “Good thing your legs are tied apart, Sweet Georgia. Because there is no way in hell you’d keep them spread like that of your own volition…not after I get started.”

She tried not to let her nervousness show in her face as she smiled gamely.

Jonathan slid his hand between her thighs and she winced as she waited for the blow. But he didn’t slap her pussy like she expected. Instead she felt him slowly rubbing her pussy lips with his palm in a deliberate circular motion. She closed her eyes and luxuriated in the moment—her back up against the hard wood chair, her legs so delightfully bound spread open, and the scent of Jonathan’s cologne in the air as he leaned his head toward her and kissed her neck as if they were lovers alone in a room, not two virtual strangers performing on a stage.

She became slick and wet as her clit swelled under his gentle touch and then—
slap!
Georgia’s eyes flew open and her knees tried to slam shut of their own accord as the sensation hit her hard. The gentlemen cheered as she looked up at Jonathan with her mouth open in shock.

“That was too hard, Jonathan!” she said. It would be better if he had a lighter touch, perhaps if he could just play with her pussy some more…

Jonathan laughed. “You really don’t get a say in the matter, Sweet Georgia.” He slapped her pussy again so hard that she was sure it had to be in retaliation for her trying to tell him what to do. She couldn’t keep the squeal from escaping her lips and embarrassingly her legs again struggled to close. “You can either say the safeword and leave now, or you can take what I give you. But I decide what I give you. It’s all or nothing.”

Georgia set her mouth in a tight line, refusing to quit by saying “umbrella”. She knew she was still wet as could be—she just hadn’t been counting on Jonathan’s punishment being quite so…
real
.

Jonathan tickled her clit with one long finger and she moaned as the sensation intensified now that her clit was so swollen and hot from his slaps. He ramped up the rhythm, flicking his finger faster and faster for just a few moments before
slap!
hard on her clit once more. She cried out and she could feel the endorphins rush through as he slapped her pussy again and again, not giving her even a second to recover. Then he ground his palm into her clit hard—and she came, moaning and gasping for air as the orgasm left her breathless.

“Ready for the whip?” Jonathan asked.

Um, no. Yes. No. Fuck.

Suddenly he was standing over her with a riding crop. Someone must have handed it to him—maybe Casey? “I’m nervous,” she whispered.

“I’ll give you ten on your ass first to get you used to the sensation before it’s applied to your pussy.” He dropped to his knees and quickly uncuffed her ankles and helped her stand. Her knees felt weak from the intense orgasm he had just given her.

“Grab the back of the chair, just like Miss Casey did,” he ordered.

She did as he said, knowing that every man in the place was now staring at her naked ass. Should that bother her? Because for whatever reason, it really didn’t. If anything, it made her even hotter.

“Don’t move out of position or I’ll start over from one,” Jonathan said.

“Okay.” She shut her eyes in anticipation.

“One.” The riding crop sliced through the air and landed on her right ass cheek and the sheer shock of it made her drop her hands and squat down to the floor.

“Let’s try that again, shall we?” Jonathan helped her up. “One.”

She gasped as the crop hit her left ass cheek this time, but she held her position.

“You can always say the safeword, Sweet Georgia,” he whispered in her ear.

Hell no!

“Two.”

Oh man, she had never before realized just how many ten was. Ten was a lot. By the time he had gotten all the way through to ten licks, her face was sore from grimacing. But amazingly, her pussy was wet.
How did that even happen?

“You did beautifully,” he said and she smiled. She knew she shouldn’t care what he thought because he was an arrogant bastard, but knowing she had pleased him made her happy. “Sit back down so I can cuff your ankles apart again.”

Oh yeah. They weren’t done yet. The thought of the sharp cutting pain of the riding crop being applied to her tender pussy made her tremble with anticipation.

Sitting on her freshly cropped ass hurt. Could she really handle that on her pussy? She lay her head back and stared at the rafters, trying not to think too hard about what was about to happen.

“Georgia,” he said, leaning over and peering into her eyes. His voice was soft and for her alone to hear. “Are you okay?”

Was she?
Yes. Definitely okay, just weirding herself out. “I’m okay. Thank you.”

“I don’t think you’re ready for this. We’ll just save the pussy-whipping for another time.”

“No! You can do it, Jonathan. Really.”

“I don’t think so. We’re done—you did great.”

She was barely cognizant of the gentlemen in the audience cheering until she felt something light being dropped onto her bare stomach. She opened her eyes and realized that the gentlemen were coming up to her as she lay bound in the chair, her exposed pussy aching from the previous frontal spanking and her ass feeling as though it was on fire from the whipping. Each man dropped a bill onto her breasts or her belly. One man walked up to her and looked at Jonathan, who was standing next to her.

Jonathan nodded to the man as if he were granting him permission or something. The man leaned down and pressed his finger into her pussy, feeling her wetness. Georgia didn’t have the energy to protest. Why bother? Just last night it was very likely that same man had spent several minutes licking her pussy, after all. So why tonight, suddenly, were these men looking to Jonathan for permission to touch her, as if he owned her?

After the impromptu receiving line finished, Jonathan held up the chastity belt and showed it to the men. They clapped and whistled but Georgia started to struggle in the bondage chair.

“Don’t even think about putting that on me, Jonathan Syler. I’m serious.”
Oh god
, she thought. She had to be sick in the head—because she
wanted
him to put it on her.

Jonathan looked at her and smiled as he slid the leather-lined stainless steel chastity belt on to her and the lock clicked into place. “Don’t worry, I’ll take it off later tonight, when we’re alone together.”

Georgia shook her head as he uncuffed her aching legs and arms. She stood and stretched as she looked him straight in the eye. “That’s a pretty fucked-up way to ask a girl out on a date.”

Jonathan laughed. “I’ll take you out to dinner and then we can go back to my place.”

“You’re not giving me much of a choice here,” she said. The thought made her pussy throb. “Don’t you want a girl to go out with you because she wants to, not because she has to?”

Jonathan stepped up to her so that her bare breasts touched the soft cotton material of his dress shirt. “I don’t want just any girl. I want you, however that may be. So yes, if I have to take you against your will, with your pussy and ass locked away from anyone except me, then that’s how it will be.”

“But you’ll unlock me tonight?”

“If you’re good.”

“What if I’m bad?”

Jonathan laughed. “Even better,” he said as he walked off the stage.

* * * * *

Jonathan sat in his black BMW and ran the heat for a few minutes. It wasn’t quite cold out yet but the night air definitely had a bit of a chill to it. Georgia finally had finished collecting her cash and was walking down the sidewalk toward his car. He still couldn’t believe he’d found a woman who was as turned-on by wearing a chastity belt as he was by locking her into one. He didn’t know what had come over him to make him ask her how she felt about chastity belts. There was something about her, he could tell when he first saw her.

But her response had excited him more than anything else she could possibly have said. Since their fantasies meshed, she was definitely worth getting to know a bit better. If she’d let him.

“Nice car,” she said, sliding into the passenger seat.

“Thanks.” He put the car in gear. “Are you hungry?”

Georgia shook her head. “Not really.” She shifted in her seat as if she were uncomfortable.

“How’s that pussy of yours?” he asked, keeping his eyes on the road and the dozens of New Yorkers dodging in and out of traffic.

“Sore, thanks, asshole,” she replied lightly.

“Asshole, huh?” He laughed. “You don’t know the first thing about sore assholes.”

“And I’m pretty sure I never will, thanks.”

Huh.
Jonathan risked taking his eyes off the road for a moment to look at the beautiful young woman sitting beside him. She was challenging him, but was she doing it on purpose or without even realizing it? Either way, he couldn’t let it continue uncontested. “Actually, I am pretty sure you will know quite a bit about sore assholes sooner than you think.”

Georgia gasped and laughed. “No I will not!”

“If you want that chastity belt to come off, then yes, you will.”

She giggled and Jonathan knew without even looking that she was blushing.
Good.

He pulled up in front of his building and handed the keys to the valet. “Let’s go.” He took her arm. “So, where do you want to go to dinner?”

She looked up at him with wide blue eyes. Damn, she was lovely. Lovely, sweet Georgia.

“It’s not dinner I’m hungry for,” she said coyly.

“You,” he said, leaning down to kiss her glossy red lips, “are gorgeous. Let’s go upstairs and get that belt off you.”

Chapter Four

Georgia stood in the middle of Jonathan’s large kitchen, leaning against the granite countertop. She slipped her heels off and pointed her toes, stretching her calves.

Jonathan stood in front of her and loosened his tie before slowly unbuttoning his dress shirt. She could feel herself getting wet as she watched him strip down to his bare chest. “Take your clothes off,” he said softly as he unbuckled his belt.

She could hear the material in her spandex top stretch—she must have torn a seam in her effort to remove her blouse so quickly. She unzipped her skirt and let it drop around her ankles, kicking it across the cherrywood floor. Why did watching him take off his belt get her so hot? She waited until he was naked before stepping up to him, letting the small lock at the front of the chastity belt scrape against his thigh as her breasts pressed against his rock-hard abs. He was so tall that his navel wasn’t too far below her nipples as she formed her body against his.

She swayed her hips, letting the chastity belt chafe his legs until he groaned and reached down into the pocket of the pants that now lay in a pile on the floor and pulled out the key.