You Said Forever (Club Decadence) (20 page)

Was he out of his mind?  She’d like to see him perform breathing exercises with a burning root up inside him and a big brute whaling away on his ass.  I’m sure he’d be so relaxed he’d be ready for a freakin’ nap.  “Oh,” she moaned as the paddle fell repeatedly and he delivered a dozen more until she was panting and covered in a fine sheen of sweat. 

Damn!  Her ass was on fire, both inside and out.  She was going to make sure when Meg and Tony left that they took this instrument of torture home with them.  Rick paused and rubbed her cheeks firmly, she was sure he was inspecting his work.  She trusted him not to cause any serious damage, it just felt like he was.  He had always done that as ironic as it seemed.  The big bad Dom, who pounding away with a hard paddle wanted to make sure he didn’t hurt the little woman.  He recaptured her attention as he landed the last six on her tender ass, alternating swats on each round cheek.

“Good girl.  We’re all done with the paddle.  How’re you doing babe?”  She took a minute to answer having to concentrate on breathing through her nose with the ball gag in place.  It was hard to do while snotty from tears.  She felt a little dizzy and couldn’t catch her breath so she waved the yellow cloth that she still held firmly in her left hand.

Rick quickly removed the ball gag so she could tell him what was wrong.  She panted, catching her breath.

“What’s the matter, Regan?”  Concerned, he swept the damp tendrils of loose hair from her cheeks and forehead, assessing her thoroughly.

“I’m on fire Sir and am having a bit of trouble catching my breath.”  She said this as she took great big gulps of air between words.  

Tony offered some advice. “There’s another gag in my bag that has a hole in it, Rick.  You’ll find it helps with the breathing but still does the job of keeping a noisy or sassy girl quiet.”

“Thanks, Cap.”

Yeah, Cap. Thanks a bunch, Regan thought to herself.  She really didn’t need all these other Doms giving Rick pointers and advice on how to punish her.  He always seemed to do just fine on his own.

Rick quickly returned with the other gag and applied it. “How’s that
? Take a few deep breaths.”

Regan nodded when she found she could take in deep breaths while still gagged with a rubber ball wedged between her teeth.  She gave him a thumb’s up which was their hand signal for green, or go.

“Perfect, I’m very proud of you.  You are taking your spanking so well, my beautiful girl.”  His words of reassurance washed over her warmly and his hand gently rubbed her back and shoulders, soothing and relaxing her. “We’ll focus these fifteen on your sit spots and thighs and give your red cheeks a break for now.  Do you need a longer break or are you ready to continue?”

Regan gave another thumbs up and shook her head to indicate no break, she wanted to get this over with and get on to the aftercare.  She also wanted to get that nasty ginger plug out of her tormented ass.

“Alright, we’ll begin with the tawse.  Remember, relax into the strokes and don’t tense up.”

There was a moment of silence then a strip of searing heat blazed across her left thigh as the first stroke landed.  It was followed by two more swats that moved down her leg leaving a strip of redness in its wake.  He delivered two to her left thigh then switched legs until he had laid down two sets of five searing strokes.

He paused between sets to rub her tender flesh and check for welts and bruising.  He ignored the whimpers and squeals coming from behind the gag.  This was an intense punishment and he didn’t expect Regan to be able to keep quiet.  His humph indicated his satisfaction with the condition of her skin and the strap resumed soon after.

“These four are going across your inner thighs, babe.  Turn your feet inward and raise up on your toes.”  She obeyed although she wondered how he expected her to hold that position with the burning plug in her ass and the strap falling on her previously untouched inner thighs.

He stroked her back and red ass gently and waited for her to get in position. “Good girl, just two on each thigh now.”

The final whack landed right on her swollen pussy lips.  A
high-pitched keening wail erupted behind her gag and she bounced up and down on her toes as much as her restraints allowed.  Wow! That really stung.  Her entire rear end from mid-thigh to the swells of her ass was on fire and now extended to her pussy.  It made the burning inside her ass trivial.  She was badly tempted to use her safeword.  Her fist closed tightly around the cloth to keep it from falling.  Think Regan, it’s almost done.  Just six more with the cane and you’re finished for the week.  Then she remembered she had three more weeks after this. 

Rick’s covered the hand that held the yellow cloth, “You’re clenching this as if your life depended on it.  Do you need a break, honey?”  He squatted down at the front of the bench and slipped the gag out of her mouth.  He used a damp cloth to wipe her
face, which was covered with sweat, and drool thanks to the gag.  He offered her some water.

“Just relax for a minute or two.  I’m going to rub some oil on your skin, it will help heal and minimize any bruising.”  He kissed her parted lips.

He soothed her inflamed skin with the scented oil and she sighed.  Aftercare in the middle of a punishment was a new experience.  Of course, this was the longest spanking she had ever taken.  The recent bedtime spankings were mild in comparison.  He mostly used his hand or her hairbrush on her, nothing compared to that Lexan paddle or the tawse.  She felt his fingers drift between her thighs as he massaged oil into her tender labia.  Ahh, bring on the aftercare.

A thought occurred to her as Rick returned and squatted in front of her. “How’re you doing?”

“Permission to ask a question, Master?”

“Granted.” He smiled at her, she was remembering her sub etiquette.  He was sure they would regain the equilibrium in their DD relationship and their D/s play.  He also noticed she had slipped into calling him Master more often during punishment.  It showed him that she was craving more discipline and intensity in their interactions.  He hoped that was a good sign for things to come.

“Do we have to do the bedtime spanking tonight?”

“Yes, that will continue until I am satisfied that you have regained your composure and are acting within the rules and expectations we both agreed upon.  You still agree that is what you want, isn’t it?”

A throat clearing had Regan remembering that they were not alone and they had an audience for this punishment.  A wry grin spread across his face and he shook his head, “forget I asked that, babe.  My mentor over there reminded me to be careful what I ask for because I may not like the answer.  That is a question for another time, a time when I haven’t just blistered your ass worse than ever before and you still have another six swats to go.”

She smiled at him, the love shining in her eyes. “I haven’t changed my mind Master.  I’m so relieved that you know.  I just didn’t know how… I was thinking that, um...  Oooo, I just can’t think right now.”

“Easy, baby.  It will come in time.”

“I’m hopeful now, Master.  More so than in a very long time.  Do you think if we try really hard we can get over this bump in the road?  I promise I’ve learned my lesson.  I love you forever, Master.”

He plunged his fingers into the thick hair at her nape and pulled her head back for a deep kiss. “I love you forever too Regan.  I think together we can do anything, but divided we’ll fail.  Now, if you’re ready, let’s get this done so we can get on to aftercare, yeah?”

“Yes Master. I’m ready.”

“Let’s leave the gag off then. No more talking unless you are asked a question or you need to use your slow down safeword.”  He caressed her damp cheek gently then returned to his position behind her.

“Can we leave the plug off, too Master?  It burns like fire and doesn’t seem to be helping me stay relaxed.”

“Don’t push it, baby.  The cane is the worst part of the session and the main reason for the figging.”

She nodded and whispered her agreement, then tried to focus on relaxing the muscles in her butt.  Regan was surprised when she opened her eyes to approaching footsteps and saw a different pair of black boots appear in front of her.  She looked up at Tony.  He squatted before her now and smiled gently.

“I’m really proud of you, honey.  You are doing great.”  He patted her cheek gently. “I have a few questions before we finish with the cane.  Has Rick ever used one on you before, for punishment? “

“No Sir, just for play and I didn’t like it much.”

He smiled at her, she was just as adorable as her sister. “Not many people do honey.  Six is a good number for an already tender butt.  I want you to trust me.  I have done this before.  As they say, this ain’t my first rodeo.”  He winked at her. Then his face turned serious.

“Megan cannot bring herself to spank you, Regan, especially with a cane.  She loves you, as do I.  You are like a sister to me.  That is why I am going to cane your ass, the entire six swats so that you think seriously before you ever tell another lie to someone who loves you as much as Megan, Rick and I do.” He paused and looked at her for a moment.  She nodded her agreement and he continued.

“You and Megan have both been through a lot in the past year.  Once we finish these series of punishments you will both be forgiven and we will move on from this.  Hopefully, we will come through this closer as a family, yeah?”

“Yes Sir.  I really think we will.” She sniffled.  Cap was a great guy.  She was happy her sister had him in her life and happy that he was her friend and part of her family now as well.

He dropped a kiss on her head. “We begin.”

He moved behind her and she felt the sting of fire as he brought the cane down in sharp, controlled strokes laying down lines of heat, pausing for about twenty seconds between each stroke allowing the sting to turn into a deep burn as intended.  One after another the cane strokes landed on the swells of her ass.  He worked to deliver expertly spaced lines, stopping before reaching the top of her thighs.  He ignored her yelps and cries of pain, it was a punishment after all. 

“Can’t forget the extra.” He patted her hip after he landed the last stripe. “And that’s how it’s done, honey.  Two minutes of punishment by the cane but the memory will linger on until next week.”

Rick was instantly by her side, releasing her restraints.  He removed the ginger plug from her ass and stood her up as the six stripes melded into a swath of fire across her ass. “Christ! That burns like fire!”  She held onto
Rick’s strong forearms to keep her hands from flying to her burning behind earning her another punishment.  She stamped her feet in a flurry as the burn began to turn to a prickling sensation and she squealed¸ frantically.

“Shh, sweetness, that’s the usual reaction.  Tony was being kind by laying them on so quickly. Imagine feeling those six strokes drawn out over twenty or thirty minutes.  Remember this so that you don’t earn a punishment likes this again in the future.  I don’t think I could be as lenient if something like this were to happen again, yeah?”

Lenient?  Was he crazy?  She was dying to rub her butt and soothe the burning. “Yes, Master.  I will do my best to be your perfect wife and sub.  After this is over I don’t ever want to see another plastic paddle, tawse or cane again.  Your hand and my hairbrush suit me just fine.”

Rick chuckled and then gathered her up and carried her to the loveseat that Cap and Megan had vacated.  He pulled a soft, fuzzy blanket around her.  It was Megan’s turn but she was only due her one extra.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Cap simply had Megan stand in front of an armless chair, pull up her dress and place her hands flat on the seat of the chair.  She didn’t need a gag, clamps or plug and didn’t need restraints for one little stroke.  She was relaxed in her position, feeling she could easily handle one with the cane after yesterday.

“See how convenient it is when you don’t wear panties.  You’re ready, naughty girl.” 

“Yes Captain, I am.”

“Then count twenty for me.”

Regan watched in amazement as her sister flew upright and grabbed her still pink butt. “But I only get one extra, Captain.”

“That was before you pinched my thigh and ground your heel into my foot.  I know that was your way of asking me to go easy on Regan.  I also didn’t appreciate the glare you sent my way or the “bossy jerk” comment you didn’t think I heard.  By my count that’s twenty for disrespect then the extra cane stroke.” He used a finger to close her gaping mouth and shook his head. “Will you ever learn, Angel?  Now, get back in position.”

Regan watched in amazement as her sister took a blistering set of twenty with the Lexan paddle.  She counted each stroke and didn’t whine, cry or squirm. She also made no attempt to protect herself with her hands.  In fact, Regan thought she heard several ecstatic moans as the wicked paddle rose and fell over and over again.

Tony stopped twice to rub and assess her skin.  His long fingers brushed against her pussy lips and she saw the dampness on his fingers.  Megan was enjoying the hard spanking.

Tony knelt beside her and whispered in her ear as he continued to caress her reddened butt and exposed pussy.  His fingers dipped inside her over and over and then slid lower to caress her swollen clit.  Regan was enthralled, but also shocked to see this intimate side of her sister.   She had seen them at The Club and at some private play parties but Tony usually kept it R rated or took it to a private room.

“Please, Captain.  I’m going to come if you keep that up.”

“No coming without permission, Angel.  You know the rules.  This is a punishment one which I think you are enjoying entirely too much.”  Tony spanked each check hard with a
wide-open palm and Megan moaned in ecstasy.

Regan realized at this point that she was turned on by the pain as much as her husband’s playful fingers.   Megan wiggled, squirmed and complained when Tony stopped and moved to the implement table.  He replaced the paddle and took up the cane.

Tony winked at Regan’s shocked expression.  “See how differently people respond to pain? Megan has a very high threshold and since she has been pregnant her sex drive is through the roof.  She’s wearing this old man out.”

“Captain, you know that’s not true.  Now, please hurry and finish me.  I need you, badly.”

“It’s the hormones you see.” 

“Hmm.  Too bad for Rick they didn’t have the same effect on me.  He could have kept me home in bed instead of me going OFP these past seven months.”

The two men chuckled at that but were suddenly interrupted by the voice of an irritated Megan, left hanging by her Dom. 

“Uh-, excuse me Master, but if you three are done yucking it up over there, I wish you’d hurry the hell up and finish.”

Stunned silence filled the room for a moment.  She had not just said that.  Regan groaned silently when she realized her sister had done it again.  She just couldn’t keep her sassy mouth shut.  The sound of a cane whipping through the air and then striking bare skin filled the room.  This finally got an appropriate response from the sub bent over the chair.

“Ouch, dammit Captain, that really hurt.”

“Did it?” Captain asked sardonically. “Not enough to curb that unruly tongue, evidently.”  Cap didn’t wait for a response but brought the cane down twice more.

“Fuck!” Megan squealed.

Tony paused and let her compose herself.  “Those two were extra’s for your sassing. Now you’ve earned another ten extra for the F-word.”

“I’m sorry Captain.  Please, not with the cane.  It just slipped out.  I’ve been trying so hard lately.  I simply wasn’t expecting more with the cane.”

“Got to keep you on your toes, don’t I?” He held the cane in his left hand and rubbed the fingers of his right over her dripping pussy.  He smiled when he saw the increased moisture on her inner thighs.  She was so responsive to pain and they both loved it.  He slid two fingers inside her and pumped her pussy slowly.  His thumb pressed against her clit at the same time and he felt her tighten around his fingers.  “Don’t you dare come, Megan.”

“I’m trying, Captain.  But it’s not easy, I want to come so bad.”

“Control, Megan.  Focus on your breathing and the pain, not on this naughty pussy.”

“Yes Sir.  I’ll try.”

“Don’t just try, Angel.  Do it.”  He kept up the constant torment on her aching pussy, bringing her to the brink then letting her ease back down by pinching her clit firmly between his thumb and forefinger.

“I’ll use my hand for the extras, where do you want them?

“My pussy, Captain?”

“Ha-, I hardly think so.  You’d love that too much.  No way could you handle 10 spanks on your pussy without coming, you’d only earn more and we’d end up being here all night.”  He wasn’t surprised by her answer.  He knew she loved having her pussy whipped especially with leather.   But he had plans for that pussy later tonight so not the tawse.

“I guess you better spank my thighs instead.  My butt can’t take much more.”

“You got it, Angel.  Good choice.”

He spanked her with his wide palm and by the fifth Megan had become vocal.  “Please, Captain.  I’m sorry.  I promise not to say the “F-dash-dash-dash” word ever again.”

Tony and Rick couldn’t contain themselves and burst out laughing.  Megan was a jewel, she was priceless and a source of endless amusement for her Dom and the other owners.  Tony had to watch her closely at The Club however where there were many sticklers for high protocol.  Some would demand a public punishment if they fell victim to her sassy mouth.

It wasn’t long after the spanking resumed before a scream of pleasure echoed through the room.  Having given her permission to come, Tony finished Megan off with five swats to her pussy and the stimulation to her already aroused sex pushed her right over the edge.  Tony obviously had forgone his philosophy that naughty subs shouldn’t be rewarded with orgasms after a punishment.   Unable to support herself any longer, Megan collapsed to her knees in front of the chair and rested her upper body on the seat as Tony soothed her with soft words and applied Regan’s peach scented oil to her butt.  When he finished he pulled off her sundress whispering that he didn’t want the oil to stain the pretty material.  Instead, he wrapped her in a fuzzy sub blanket, lifter her in his arms and then joined the other couple on the couch.

Megan saw Regan watching her curiously and she blushed, snuggling deeper into Tony’s chest. “Don’t be embarrassed, honey,” Regan reassured her. “You sounded like you really enjoyed that.”

Impossibly, Megan turned a deeper red.  Both Tony and Rick chuckled. “I have to be very creative with my punishments, don’t I Angel?”  Cap kissed her damp brown then pressed his face against his wife’s blonde curls as they both sighed deeply.

“It’s amazing how different we are.  Cap used the paddle and cane at least twice as hard as Rick did and you looked like you were flying.”

Rick answered that seeing Megan was still recovering in her Dom’s arms.  “It’s her kink babe.  Just as you and I like getting naked and showing off at The Club, that level of exposure, the exhibitionism would have Megan screaming her safeword so fast Cap’s head would spin.” 

“Is that why you guys don’t scene in public much?”

Tony answered that one, “Yes.  She is very private and also still new but she handles scenes that seasoned subs like yourself would find difficult and she doesn’t want to be labeled.”

At Regan’s confused expression, Rick explained.  “Sweetness you’ve been in the lifestyle long enough to know that there are people who get off on sexual pain, they are often referred to as masochists or pain-sluts. 

“I wouldn’t like anyone calling my sister a slut.  I think kinky is sufficient.”

“Yeah, little sister, I agree.  Part of the reason we go to The Club is to avoid judgment, but labels, good or bad are just that.  I just think everyone’s physiology is different.”  He paused to offer a drink of water to Megan who she was still flying after the scene.  “You know the kink in our lifestyle is a rush and a thrill.  Those feelings are caused by an endorphin release in the brain.  Endorphins are the body’s morphine.  So, it’s a paradox you see, causing pain to bring pleasure.  Megan and others who enjoy erotic pain must have a greater endorphin rush than others. Not everyone understands it so we keep our heavy kink at home, in private rooms or with people we trust.  Understand?”

The question got a resounding “yes” response all of them, including Megan who had returned to earth.  She smiled serenely up at Professor Rossi, her very perceptive and understanding Dom.

“Speaking of privacy, I’m going to take my wife home Rick.  Same time next Friday?”

“You bet.”

“We’ll have to re-schedule two weeks from tonight though. I‘ll be in L.A.  This will be my last trip before Megan delivers.  I’m not going to risk missing the birth of the twins.  By my calculations we’ll be finished with these sessions by her thirty-fourth
week, which according to her doctor is close to when her kinky play has to stop.  We’ll be Mr. and Mrs. Vanilla from then until at least six weeks after delivery, won’t we Angel?”

Megan reached up to pat his scruffy cheek affectionately. “Poor baby, what are you going to do for ten or twelve weeks?”

Tony looked at her and quirked his trademark brow and his expression seemed to say “seriously, you’re going to fuck with me now?”  He grinned at Rick and winked again at Regan, Megan was in for it now. “It’s a good thing for me that my sassy wife has a naughty mouth.  I will have to put it to good use while her pussy is out of commission.”

“Captain!”  Megan squealed.  She just knew the others were picturing her using her sassy mouth on her arrogant husband’s cock. “I cannot believe you said that.”

Rick and Tony looked at each other and said simultaneously, “Newbies.”

They all laughed long and hard ending the session on a positive note.