His Angel (15 page)

Mistress China stood and Ian had almost forgotten the other woman was in the room. She patted his shoulder and smirked. "I'm going to go and get a front row seat. It's been a long time since I've witnessed a sub's first punishment."

He kept his eyes on Angie as the Domme left the room. He could tell she had a myriad of emotions running through her mind from shock, embarrassment and worry, to anticipation, excitement and need. The thought of a public spanking was turning her on, despite it being a punishment, and she wasn't sure what to make of the fact. He let her think about her upcoming ass-whooping as Shelby returned to the sitting area in sweats, a tee and high-top sneakers. She'd removed her blue wig and her short spiked blonde hair looked like she'd run her hands through it. He got up from his crouched position and handed her the ice-pack as the door reopened. Parker strode into the lounge, his eyes seeking out the injured submissive. The men rarely came into the ladies' locker room but it didn't faze anyone when they did. It wasn't as if they hadn't seen most of the women naked at one time or another.

After telling Ian he would call tomorrow to get the DM schedule, Parker tucked Shelby under one arm and escorted her out of the club. Ian knew the sub was in good hands and wondered if there might be a budding romance between the two. The way they'd looked at each other when Parker first walked into the room, he wouldn't be surprised. Turning his attention to his own submissive, he took her by the hand and led her back into the pit, finding the spanking bench Marco had reserved for him. If he still hadn't been shaking off the fear he'd felt when he'd heard her screech his name earlier, he might have enjoyed her nervousness. But this punishment was for his own need to reinforce his rule that her safety and well-being came before anything else, as well as be a reminder for her not to jump into a dangerous situation in the future.

The word had spread a submissive was receiving her first-ever BDSM punishment and the area around the spanking bench was surrounded by Doms and subs. It was a rite of passage for every new sub and he knew it would set the tone for her future involvement in the lifestyle. After her spanking, he intended to reward her for pushing her own limits and accepting consequences for her reckless actions. The crowd was making her more nervous so he turned her until she was facing the bench and her back was to the still growing throng of people. He gripped her chin and made sure she was focused on him. "I want you to say your safe-word nice and loud so everyone hears it and knows what it is."

It wasn't necessary for the crowd's sake but she needed to remember she had all the control despite the fact her ass was about to get a pounding.

She swallowed hard. "My..." She cleared her throat and tried again. "My safe-word is 'red,' Sir."

"Your punishment will be fifteen spanks with a paddle on your bare ass, Angel. Do you wish to use your safe-word or are you willing to accept your punishment?"

Her eyes went from his to the bench and back several times before it finally settled on him again. She took a deep but trembling breath. "I will take my punishment, Sir."

"And what are you being punished for?"

"F-for putting myself in danger, Sir."

He smiled and his gaze softened. "Good girl." He took Angie's hand again and led her to the kneeling side of the bench. It looked like a modified sawhorse with padding for her knees, torso and arms. He helped her get on it, with her knees bent and her waist lying over the center. The position angled her head down and brought her ass up so it was the prime target. She handled having her wrists and ankles shackled very well but began to hyperventilate when he brought the Velcro strap across her lower back, which would hold her in place. Her response was normal for an inexperienced sub and Marco, who'd been standing inside the roped off area in case he was needed, crouched down in front of her. He ran his hand over her head in an attempt to calm her. "Easy, little one. Take deep, slow breaths with me. Keep your eyes on mine."

While Ian's hands moved in a soothing caress over her back, hips and buttocks, his teammate continued to calm her down with words of praise and encouragement. Ian let the man do what he did best–comfort a sub. It was one of Marco's greatest pleasures about the lifestyle. He liked being needed, and he was damn good at it.

Angie's breathing slowed to a more normal pace but her heart rate was still pounding which was to be expected. When Marco asked her to repeat her safe-word, she responded, "R-red, Sir."

"And what punishment will your master be giving you, little one?"

She swallowed hard again but her fear seemed to ease as her arousal grew. "Fifteen spanks with a paddle, Sir."

Marco smiled and continued to caress her head and cheek. "Good girl. Are you ready now? Do you want me to step back or stay here with you?"

Ian saw Angie was surprised by his friend’s offer and he was pleased with her answer. "Please stay, Sir. I'm ready."

Apparently also satisfied with her response, Marco went down to his knees in front of her and gave Ian a nod to continue. Her Dom began to rub and squeeze her ass cheeks a little harder. Bringing the blood to the skin's surface would make impacts easier on her. He had no intention of bruising her but her ass would be a nice shade of red by the time he was done. Her discomfort would be completely gone within twenty-four hours, but before it was, she'd definitely feel and remember it.

He eased her thong down from her hips to the middle of her thighs and left it there. It hadn't been in his way but it would make her feel more exposed. He was thrilled to feel the fabric of the crotch was drenched with her juices. As anxious as she was, she wanted this more than she feared it, even though she knew this would be different than the simple bare-handed spanking he'd given her the other night. That had been a play spanking and this most certainly was not.

Stepping over to where Marco had placed his toy bag, Ian retrieved the wooden paddle he'd planned to use for her first punishment spanking. It resembled one from a ping-pong set yet was a little larger and not covered in rubber. The size would allow him to spread out the strikes on her buttocks instead of hitting the same spot over and over, which is what would happen if he used a larger implement. He also grabbed an anal plug, lube and a small flogger which he would start with. The plug would give her something else to focus on, something he usually didn't use for a discipline spanking. If this had been a pleasure spanking only, he would also consider placing a vibrating bullet inside her pussy but he didn't want her too distracted, after all it was a punishment. The purpose of a light flogging prior to a spanking was to help the submissive relax a little more and release the body's endorphins. Sometimes a Dom would bypass a warm-up if the spanking was for punishment, but for Angie's first time he wanted to make it bearable so she wouldn't fear future spankings. If everything went as he expected, by the time Ian finished meting out her discipline, she would be moments away from an intense orgasm despite her flaming backside.

He walked back over to where Marco knelt in front of her and he waited for her to raise her eyes to his. "I'm going to put an anal plug in you, Angel. It's a little bigger than what you've used in the past but not by much. Next, I'll start off with a light flogging. It won't be painful, more like a hard caress. After I've warmed your sweet ass up, I'll move to the punishment phase. If you need me to slow down at any point, say the word 'yellow' and if you cannot take the paddle, say your safe-word 'red.' And remember, sweetheart, you as the submissive, have the ultimate power here."

Her cheeks heated as he spoke. He knew part of her wanted to take the easy out he was offering her. But another part of her wanted to satisfy the cravings and need which had probably been churning through her body since he told her of the spanking he was about to give her. Showing that she trusted him with her body, she went with the latter. "I remember, Sir. I'm ready."

Ian kissed the top of her head and moved to stand behind her, trailing his hand lightly down her back to her ass as he went. A strong shiver went through her body and into his, shooting straight to his groin. He placed the flogger and paddle on the bench between her knees which were spread wide. Her bare pussy was glistening and he couldn't wait to see it dripping.

Opening the bottle, he poured lubricant into the crevice of her ass and on the plug. Her little rosette clenched then relaxed as he began to rub the tip of the toy up and down between her butt cheeks. As he pressed downward on her puckered hole, it gave way to the invasion and he heard her groan and beg for more. More than happy to give it to her, he eased the plug in and out of her, a little deeper each time, until the flared portion spread her the widest. Ian paused for a brief moment before giving it the final push it needed, and watched as her rim closed around the notch, holding it in place. His cock hardened painfully as he imagined replacing the plug with it and fucking her tight hole until neither of them could walk.
Soon
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Grabbing the flogger, he took a step backward and got into the proper stance before flicking it toward her. The first gentle strike of the soft, supple leather strands landed on her outer thigh. Although she flinched from the sudden impact, he knew it hadn't hurt. He aimed more strikes to her other outer thigh and several down her back and ass cheeks. As he watched the tension ease from her body, he sped up, giving a little more oomph to the strikes. The next two landed on her inner thighs and he saw her strain to bring her body closer to him, not further away. She was surrendering to him and begging for more. He placed two more again on her inner thighs and then flicked his wrist watching as the small knots at the end of each strand struck her on her pussy. Angie gasped, then moaned even louder. It was music to a Dom's ears. He began another cycle, starting with her outer thighs and then ending with a singular assault to her pussy and clit. This time a pleading cry escaped her lips and he stepped toward her. Caressing her ass, he leaned forward. "Are you okay, Angel? Give me a color."

Angie was panting and he knew she was ready to beg for the orgasm which was just beyond her reach. Knowing there was a crowd of people staring at her exposed ass and pussy was turning her on even more. "Green, Sir. I'm good."

Ian smiled and gave her ass cheek a squeeze. "Yes, you are, Angel. Very good. I'm going to move to the paddle now. Try to stay relaxed."

Relaxed? Was he serious? How the hell was she supposed to relax?
Taking a deep breath and exhaling, Angie focused on the beat of the pulsating music, on Marco's tender words and touches, on Ian's caresses of her lower back, ass and thighs, and on the plug in her back hole.

By the time she heard the crack of wood against flesh followed by the sudden sting, she'd been taken off guard. The first strike landed on her right ass cheek. Expecting one right behind it on her other cheek, she was surprised to feel Ian's hand rub the spot he'd hit. Just as she began to ease into the caress, a strike landed on her left cheek. Again he rubbed the spot and despite the pain, she couldn't help think it wasn't so bad. She was wrong.

Ian began to spank her with the paddle repeatedly, with only a momentary pause between them. Each hit landed on a different place on her cheeks and sit spots above where her thighs and ass met. And each was harder than the last. She lost count as her ass began to burn.
Oh God, how many was he giving her?
Fifteen hadn't seemed so bad when he'd said the number but she was so lost in the mixed sensations of pain, pleasure, want and need, it felt like he'd given her dozens of them. She was panting and straining against the straps which held her in place. Marco was still with her, watching her responses carefully and murmuring words of reassurance. Despite the onslaught of pain, never once did she want to say either of her safe-words. Her ass was on fire, the heat spreading throughout her body, and all she wanted to do was beg Ian to fuck her. She hadn't known she was crying until she noticed the spanks had stopped and Marco thumbed away the tears on her cheeks. Ian's face appeared next to the other Dom's. "That's eleven, Angel. The last four will be the hardest and then I'm going to let you cum if you want. Give me a color."

"Green! Please, Sir! Don't stop! Please let me cum!" She screamed the words so loudly, the members up in the bar area had to of heard her over the music and distance. She was so wrapped up in her arousal and need, she didn't hear most of the crowd chuckle appreciatively at her response. They also praised the new sub's commitment on seeing her punishment through to the end.

Ian smiled at his angel. "It'll be my pleasure, sweetheart."

Returning to his former position, he took the correct stance to paddle right atop the crack of her ass, where the end of the anal plug sat flush between her cheeks. Rearing back, he hit the same spot four times, the sound of wood against flesh resonating through the air.
Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.
Ian dropped the paddle and thrust two fingers straight into her soaking wet pussy. That was all it took to send her screaming over the edge of release. Rubbing her clit with his thumb, he prolonged her orgasm for as long as he could until her entire body sagged with relief.

As Ian withdrew his hand from between her trembling legs, the crowd broke out in applause for the exhausted sub. Her ass was bright red and her juices coated her thighs. The two Doms worked quickly to release her restraints and rubbed each limb to make sure her blood was circulating properly. Marco stood, grabbed a red blanket from a nearby shelf and handed it to Ian. "I'll take care of your stuff for you."