Page 47 of Worth the Risk

“That’s right,” he said, as if he’d forgotten.

Picking her up by the waist, he draped her facedown over the couch. Her knees sank into the cushions while her upper body hung over the back. Her long hair fell past her face almost to the floor, obscuring her vision. Even if she could see, the couch blocked her view. This was not what she had envisioned. She assumed he’d take her over his lap as before.

He yanked her shorts with her panties down to her knees and pushed her tee up to her shoulders.

“Uh, Dan...”

“That’s sir or master,” he corrected, doing so softly, with little bite. “Or did you forget what we’re about, naughty girl?” His hand traced a path along her spine, eliciting a gasp from her lips as she arched into his touch. “I find chatty submissives during both funishment and punishment to be distracting,” he continued, his words laced with a hint of amusement. “Sexy cries and begging your dom’s forgiveness are acceptable.”

She felt the warmth of his breath on her ear, his hands ceaselessly stroking, the sensation sending waves of pleasure crashing through her body. Despite the mild reprimand, she couldn’t help a sense of excitement at being dominated by him.

“I’d hate to offend, sir,” she replied breathlessly. “Would you perhaps have a written set of rules for me to study?”

“Nope.” He tapped his temple. “They’re all up here.”

She reared up. “You mean you’re making them up as you go along?”

“Yep,” he replied, landing a stinging swat across both cheeks. “And they’re subject to change. Try to keep up.”

His hand fell again, twice on each side with a resonating crack.

“That isn’t exactly fair!” Her protest ended in a yelp when another smack landed. “How can I play the game if I don’t know the rules?”

“You’re doing fantastic, so far. Besides, that’s life for a subbie. The dom makes the rules, and you obey, or your ass gets spanked. It’s rough, but them’s the breaks. And a good dom makes up for the lack of fairness in other pleasurable ways.”

“It still seems awfully one-sided.”

“Baby, have you not been paying attention at work?”

“Who made up these rules? I’d like to file an appeal.”

“Go right ahead.”

“Who would I talk to?”

“For you? That would be me. Might as well save your breath and take your licks like a good girl so we can get to the best part.”

“I’m going to form a committee. Ooh,” she exclaimed when he smacked her other cheek.

“You are?” he asked, and she could tell he was trying not to laugh. “Who would be on it?”

“Members of the club who would be impartial.”

“Both Doms and subs?”

“Yes. In the interest of fairness for a change.”

“You’d lose. The doms would side with me, and the subs would side with their doms. Those who like spanking, which is a lot of them, would side with me, too. Then they’d order public punishment as recompense—also to me.”

“What have I gotten myself into?”

“You took my hand and, as willing as you were eager, stepped into my world. Since you make me laugh as often as you make me hard, I’m keeping you.” His spanking hand stopped, and he rubbed—everywhere—which eased the sting in one place but set her on fire in another. “Any objections?”

How did he expect her to answer with his fingers running through her pussy from clit to weeping center and to her tight rear hole? Especially when he lingered there, ringing it with her own wetness.

“I’ll take your silence as a no,” he advised, pressing the tip of one finger against her tight little pucker, to which she yelped in alarm. “Virgin territory, it seems,” he observed correctly. “We’ll take care of that soon enough. Right now, we have to finish the game we’ve started.”He patted her ass. “Stay like that while I get something.”

His footsteps receded down the hall. A door opened and closed then they came back. She twisted to see, but he admonished, “Uh, uh! I told you to stay still. Keep those eyes front, or you’ll ruin the surprise.”