apparently ‘mmm’ will have to do. It’s hard not to allow myself to vocalize in the moment. I recognize the way he’s mastering me, not just telling me what to do, but also what to say. It’s another one of those things that are humiliating in an unusually sexy way.
“Better.” He brings the strap down again, a little harder, lower—it connects with the soft skin where my thighs meet my ass.
“Mmm!” I hold back a curse and can’t stop myself from moving. “Mmm.” Those damn panties are riding higher each time I move, and he knows it, the bastard.
His friend must be back because I hear another voice, the same one as before. “I see you’ve got her in quite a nice spot there.”
“So I do.” The strap comes down hard, again and again.
I moan and shift. I grasp at the arm rests and try to press my stomach harder into the matting. “Oooh.”
Locke’s voice is smooth. “She’s not allowed to speak, or else she’ll get extra spanks when I’m done. I don’t know if she’ll make it, though.”
The friend laughs. “I think you’re setting her up to fail.”
“Ah, but failure and success are often one and the same in here.”
Swish, swish. The strap hits hard across one cheek, then the other. “Uhh.” I grunt and press my hips down, trying to avoid struggling. The panties are pulling harder now and it’s getting more uncomfortable by the second. Yet the harder they pull, the more pressure they put on my clit, increasing my desire to come.
“You’re not allowed to come until I give you permission.” Locke bends over again, murmuring so only I can hear. “Certainly, you have enough willpower to do that simple thing, yes?”
“Mmm,” I moan, hoping he understands that it means yes, and I hope so, and I’ll try, and please, please, please. Just please.
“It will be so much better the longer you wait.” It’s either the softest whisper in the world, or I’m imagining his words in my head. “Now keep that ass nice and soft for my strap, please. Relax your body.”
I force my muscles to unclench, making my buttocks soft.
He strokes me with his hand, over and over, and then the strap is back. He spanks hard and evenly, first one ass cheek, then the other. Low across my thighs, then right across my sit-spots. Again. Again.
As the burn builds and he keeps strapping me, I start to moan louder. Soon, it’s impossible to keep my hips still, and I’m jerking them with each strike of the strap. The sharp pain and bite of the strap mixes with the tug of the panties on my sensitive skin, and it all grows to a point where I know I can’t take it any longer.
Finally I cry out ‘please!’ because the string of my panties is pressing right into my clit, and if he straps me one more time, I’m going to come explosively right here on the spanking bench—and God, I don’t want that. I want to wait for whatever pleasure he has saved up in store for later.
As soon as I utter the word, he stops the spanking. “Had enough, hmmm?” He runs his hands over my hot skin, soothing the wicked burn. “But you did break the rules, and that means you need the extra punishment before we move on to more pleasurable activities.”
“What?” I’m so out of it with sensation that I don’t even know what he’s saying.
“A few more on the pussy, Temi.”
He flips me over so that I’m on my back now. “Kira and Arden, if you please? ,My two friends will help me by holding your thighs open and help you balance. All you need to do is lie there and take what I give.” He unwinds the rope and pulls it from my body, but the panties are still tightly pressed to my body.
Just as when we were on the settee, my legs are splayed open as I lie on my back, only this time, there are two strangers holding them apart. On my left there’s a handsome man in a tux, on my right, a woman in a black gown and mask.
“She’ll keep her hands to herself,” Locke tells them. “Temi, put your hands behind your head for this, please.”
I’m nearly shaking with anticipation, anxiety, and desire. I do as he asks, linking my fingers under my head. I’d be unstable lying atop this short bench on my back but for the strangers holding my legs in