Masters at Arms - By Kallypso Masters Page 0,47
welt.
Marc nodded to Orlando indicating her head. The kid moved his hand up past her cuffed hands and traced a path up her arm to her hair.
“Tell me how you want to please us with your mouth, pet.”
“By sucking your cocks, Sirs.”
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
“Oh!” The pain and frustration were evident in her scream. The last blow landed across her upper thighs, causing her to squirm. Enough of the damned ruler. He needed to feel his hand against her ass, between her legs.
“Stand!” With his and Orlando’s help, she was lifted onto her feet again. The disappointment written on her face told him she thought her discipline had ended.
Not even close, pet.
Marc led her to stand in front of the dividing center cushion, facing her toward the social area where they’d negotiated the scene. He sat down, then reached up and took Bianca by the arm, pulling her off balance.
“Oh!”
“We have you,” Marc assured her. Yes, she definitely hadn’t expected more. Good. He liked to surprise subbies.
He wrapped his arm around her waist while motioning for Orlando to do the same in front of her thighs. Together they lowered her over both their laps, careful not to overstrain her arms. Bianca was positioned so that her abdomen was over Marc’s thighs and her ass lifted in the air, giving Orlando a perfect view. Her calves were across the kid’s lap and he reached out to stroke her legs with his right hand.
“How are you doing, pet?”
“Fine, Sir.” Her voice had gone up an octave to a high squeak.
“What’s your safe word?”
“Red, Sir.”
“Use it if you need to.” Not knowing how much pain she could take, it never hurt to remind her, before the spanking continued in earnest. Hoping to give Orlando and himself better access to her pussy—he reached down and put pressure against her right knee until she spread her legs for him with some hesitation.
Slap!
He brought his right hand down hard against her pink lower right cheek.
Slap!
Then the left.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
Continuing to alternate cheeks, he delivered the blows in quick succession until he heard her gasp. “Ow! Oh, please, Sir.”
Marc stopped and rubbed the reddened cheeks, watching her flesh jiggle beneath his hand. His cock pressed against her abdomen. “Please what, pet?”
“Please…more, Sir.”
“Are you topping me?” He’d had enough of that shit in Aspen.
She stiffened. “No, Sir! I…forgot my place. Please, Sir, do whatever you wish to do to your pet.”
“Good girl.” He moved her right leg until it slid off their laps and her foot went to the floor, opening her pussy to them nicely. Orlando’s hand was making its way closer to the juncture between her thighs. Marc’s next blows went directly to that vulnerable area.
Slap!
Slap!
“Oh, God! I mean, thank you, Sir!”
He slid his finger between her folds. Wet. They had agreed that fingers wouldn’t break the club’s no-penetration limit so he moved down to slide two fingers inside her. Then he pulled out and his wet fingers pressed against the sides of her clit. She moaned. When he touched the swollen nubbin standing erect from its hood, she bucked against his hand.
“Remain still!”
She groaned and he moved his left hand to her lower back to keep her still. Then he delivered his hardest blow yet, against her pussy.
Slap!
“Ow! I…um…thank you, Sir.”
Marc decided he shouldn’t be having all the fun. He moved his hand away and encouraged “Master Pleasure,” sitting like a lump on a log next to him, to take the reins and give Bianca her first orgasm of the evening. The young man surprised him by extricating himself from under her thighs and kneeling on the floor in front of the loveseat. Marc shifted her body to give Orlando better access.
His buddy lowered his face to her pussy and wrapped his arms around her thighs. Marc waited for him to make contact with her sensitive core; then at the same moment, pinched her swollen nipple.
“Oh, my fucking God!”
Marc pinched her harder.
“Sir! I mean, oh God, Sirs!! Please don’t stop!”
He pinched her again. She was forgetting her place. Slap! Her topping annoyed him. “You will ask for permission to come.”
“Yes, Sir! I’m sorry, Sir!” Orlando’s tongue must be torturing the poor woman. “Oh! Oh! Oh!” Mark grimaced. Her fevered gasps and writhing body sent his cock into conniptions. Shit, he wished he could bury himself to the hilt inside her pussy to get some relief.
“Oh, please, Sir, may I come?”
Marc heard Orlando sucking at her clit, then he pulled away, releasing the swollen nubbin. The kid nodded