Page 21 of Heist

Chapter Seven

Patrick kept hold of Austin’s arm as he steered them through the dungeon. When he left for Colorado on Wednesday night, he hadn’t been expecting to play with Austin, let alone put his training bracelet on her. Now he was feeling the hum of excitement coursing through his veins as he gave in to his dominant side. At first it had been awkward as they got used to each other. Now he was fully in his role and would soon help Austin slip into that submissive headspace where they could create sensual magic together. His eyes roamed the nearly full dungeon looking for an empty play station.

A suspension frame with a chair next to it was open in the corner. A perfect place to start. He hadn’t intended to pull out his ropes tonight, but maybe after a spanking, Austin would want to try some rope play under the frame.

“Doing OK?” he asked as they approached their play space.

“Yes, Sir,” she said. Her voice trembled and Patrick stopped them under the frame. Turning her to face him, he backed them up to the leg of the frame so her leg was against it and let his hands frame her face, drifting down to her neck.

“You sound terrified. You’ve done this before, baby girl. Just relax for me.”

“This feels so different.”

Patrick let one hand fall to her wrist and lifted it so she could see her new bracelet. “That’s because it is,” he said with a wink. He brushed a feather soft kiss to her forehead, then pulled her to the chair where he sat. He snapped his fingers and pointed to the floor in front of him.

“Kneel.”

His cock stiffened in his jeans as her knees bent and she dropped to the floor in front of him.

“Good. Now, why am I spanking you?”

Her eyes flitted about, and she swallowed. Just as he was lifting his hand to guide her gaze back to him, she said, “Because I forgot how to address Master Eli, Sir.”

Patrick rewarded her with a smile and a gentle caress on her cheek. “Very good. Let’s get this over with.”

Austin scrambled up and lay across his lap with practiced ease. She was no stranger to a good spanking. He’d already pulled the hairbrush from his bag, but now he dropped it on the floor, so she was staring at it. “We’ll get to that in a few minutes.”

Her skirt was short, just barely covering the swell of her ass. His fingers trailed up her thigh until they brushed the soft material. He eased the skirt up to reveal a lacy black thong that would offer no protection from his hand or hairbrush.

“Remember, the club safeword is red. You can pick another one if you like.”

Austin nodded. “Red is fine, Sir.”

He raised his hand then and let it fall hard on her right cheek. Her head raised up and she tensed. It wasn’t the hardest he was capable of by any means, but a delightful rosy color had already formed on her bottom. He repeated the motion on her left cheek, a little harder this time. Hard enough that he saw his handprint for a brief moment before it faded. Austin let out a little whimper and Patrick resisted the urge to dip his fingers between her legs. This was punishment and his chance to set the tone for her training. A song with an up-tempo bass line came on and Patrick began the spanking in earnest, peppering her cheeks with stinging swats in time with the bass. When she was writhing in his lap and her ass was sporting a delicious red shade, he stopped and fisted a hand into her hair, lifting her head up. “How are you doing?”

“Fine, Sir.”

“Good. Hand me the hairbrush.”

She braced herself on the leg of the chair and picked up the wooden hairbrush. It was a favorite implement of Patrick’s. Especially for punishment spankings. He hefted it in his hand when she handed it to him before balancing it on the small of her back. With slow movements, he tugged her panties down to her knees. Twisting his wrist, he set a timer on his smartwatch.

“Two minutes,” he said as he picked up the brush. His lips quirked up as he felt her tense. Two minutes wasn’t that long but could feel like forever when your ass was being struck by a wooden hairbrush.

Wasting no more time, he brought the hairbrush down on her butt. Seeing it sink into her flesh and watching the skin bounce back as he lifted it again was almost mesmerizing. He focused on one cheek until she squirmed and moved to cover herself with her hand. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” he chided. “I would hate to have to start the timer over.”

Her hand flew back to the floor and he moved to focus on the opposite cheek for several seconds.

“Please,” she moaned as he rained fire down on her bare ass.

“Please what, baby girl?”

“Stop, please. I won’t forget again, I swear,” she cried out as he continued to spank.

Her hand flew back to protect her bottom and he caught her wrist with his non dominant hand and pinned it at the small of her back. “Naughty girl,” he chided. There were only a few seconds left, but she didn’t know that. The brush was alternating cheeks now and she ground against his erection in her attempts to avoid the painful swats. When the timer blinked on his watch, he dropped the brush so it clattered in front of her face and let go of her hand so she could have a moment to rub the soreness out.

“Jesus, fuck. You spank hard,” she whimpered as her hand rubbed.

Clearly, he needed to drive the point of the spanking home, so he lifted her wrist and peppered her with six hard swats. “What did you forget?” he asked when he was done, and she was back to rubbing.

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