Masters at Arms - By Kallypso Masters Page 0,46
a threesome than now?”
Less than two hours later, they were seated in the social area of the club having beers with the petite redhead Jerry had sent over to get acquainted. Bianca seemed to have a thing for Orlando’s forearm. She kept tracing her sharp red fingernail along its length, then she’d bat her eyes at Orlando, who for some god-damned reason couldn’t quite make eye contact with her.
Come on, kid. She’s interested in you, for Christ’s sake.
She sighed and looked at Marc. “So, what kind of kink are you boys into?”
Marc brushed a burnished lock of hair back from her forehead to get a better look at her green eyes. “Whatever kind of kink you need, pet.”
Her pupils dilated. Marc smiled.
“Well, um, Jerry says I can trust you—or he’ll whup your asses.” She smiled sweetly to belie the threat. “So, how about leather flogger? St. Andrew’s cross? Cunni and fellatio?”
Marc’s cock throbbed. She had him at flogger, one of his favorites. Jerry knew and had probably planted the idea. Fucking patriotic of him.
“Mind if I warm up your backside on the loveseat first? The kid here needs to see how erotic spanking is done.”
Orlando glared at him, but didn’t speak up.
“Sure. Let me go change into something more…appropriate.” She smiled and flounced off toward the dressing rooms.
“We’ll be waiting!” Marc called after her.
“You don’t have to make me sound like a fucking virgin.”
Marc turned to smile at Orlando. “Good, then don’t act like one. When we restrain her on the cross, I’ll let you have first crack at her. Her ass will be pretty sore by then. You can work on her tits and pussy.” Marc glanced down to see the bulge in the kid’s pants. Yeah, he was coming around.
Fifteen minutes later, as he polished off his beer, Marc looked toward the dressing-room entrance to see Bianca strutting toward them in a short, short plaid skirt and a schoolgirl’s white blouse. She held a wooden ruler between her breasts.
Holy shit!
Marc adjusted himself surreptitiously to keep from strangling his cock and stood up.
“You’re late, young lady. Mr. Jerry sent you to me for your punishment thirty minutes ago. What do you have to say for yourself?”
Her pupils dilated again as she caught her breath, and then she cast her eyes down to the floor. “I’m sorry, sir. I was with my friends and just lost track of time.”
Marc took the ruler from her and laid it on the table. He had raided Jerry’s private toy stash while Bianca was dressing and picked up one of the leopard-print cuffs lying beside the ruler. He handed it to Orlando, then picked up Bianca’s hand and extended it to the kid, whose hands shook as he wrapped the cuff around her wrist and tightened it.
“Is that too tight?” Orlando asked.
“No, Sir.”
The kid’s pants tented at the title. Marc grinned, then he turned her around and pulled her cuffed hand behind her back while he secured the right wrist and clipped the two together. She kept her head bowed, causing his cock to throb even more. He couldn’t wait to turn her over his knee. He picked up a borrowed necktie and blindfolded her.
Grabbing the ruler almost as an afterthought, he motioned for Orlando to take one arm and Marc took the other as they led her to a darkened corner, keeping her from running into any obstacles along the way. He pointed to the far end and Orlando sat down, then Marc lowered Bianca over the armrest at that end until her head rested in Orlando’s lap. He wouldn’t be able to smack her as hard with his left hand, but the ruler would sting enough.
Marc lifted her short skirt. Oh, yeah. No panties. Her round globes were white and begging for some color. “Tell me why you’ve been sent to the principal’s office, Bianca.”
“Because I was talking in class, Sir.”
Marc reached out and rubbed her ass cheeks vigorously to get the blood to the surface. Then he indicated for Orlando to do the same. The kid’s hand reached behind her to gently stroke her ass. Well, it was a start. At least he was touching her. He motioned Orlando’s hand away with the ruler.
Smack!
She gasped in the most sensual way. His cock strained against his khakis. Her left cheek soon displayed the mark of the ruler, holes and all. “Tell me what your mouth should be used for instead.”
“Fucking, Sir.”
“Good answer.” She visibly relaxed.
Smack! The right cheek soon bore a matching