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“Mistress Kate, would three strokes with an implement of your choosing be sufficient for Paula to atone?” Jacksonsounded as though he’d asked Kate if she wanted fries with her hamburger.
So much for being relaxed. The woman was a damn sadist!
Kate’s smile was breathtaking, and she rose to her feet with the grace of a cat and disappeared from Paula’s view. She couldn’t see Kate unless she craned her neck, and she didn’t think she was supposed to look. Paula shuddered as Jackson moved his hand to the top of her leg, and she felt him rise as well. He massaged her buttocks for a while, and Paula had to bite her lip to stifle a moan. Her butt was sensitive, and he knew how to touch to get her aroused. All too soon, he moved to her right leg and made quick work of hooking her remaining limb to the cross. With a final caress, he stepped away to be replaced by a much cooler, smaller and softer hand.
Kate!
“If you don’t want me to punish you for your transgression, you can use ‘red’ now, Paula.”
She chewed a bit on the notion. She didn’t want to be punished, but then she did. She’d broken a club rule and had disappointed her Master. Paula drew a deep breath and exhaled before answering. “Punish me as you see fit, Mistress.”
Soft lips pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “Thank you, sub. Your Master can be proud of you.” Kate stepped away, and Paula braced for a blow that didn’t come.
“Melda”—Jackson’s voice broke through her tension—“exhale. When you tense up like that, your punishment is only going to hurt more.” She did as he ordered. “Again!” Paula relaxed as she followed his instructions as the sound of a paddle striking flesh hit her ear before a burning sensation heated her left butt cheek. The woman packed muscle in her gorgeous body. That had hurt!
The next stroke landed on her right side, this one slightly less hard, suggesting a backhanded stroke. Was she left-handed?The last stroke landed on the underside of both her cheeks and a bit of her labia. Paula howled. This was agony! She had no idea how masochists got turned on by this. A cool small hand stroked the burning flesh, and it felt so good.
Kate chuckled next to her ear. “Kiss the paddle and thank me for your punishment, dear.” Kate held a big wooden paddle in front of her face, and Paula obeyed. She was rewarded with a big smile and a chaste kiss on her mouth before Kate walked away.
Okay, that had been—interesting. She wasn’t into women, but she’d had a connection with Kate for a moment that went deeper than mere friendship. It was good to accept punishment and be forgiven for her transgression. No need to wonder about her relationship with either Kate or Jackson. She felt liberated.
Jackson stepped in behind her again and massaged her heated flesh. “Good girl. I’m so proud of you.” His voice became lower, his words slower. His approval gave her a warm, fuzzy feeling and made her feel sexy and feminine, the knowledge she could affect him like this. “I’m going to blindfold you, and I want you to concentrate on what I’m doing with you and to you.”
A blindfold slid in front of her eyes, and her world went black. For a moment, Paula felt overwhelmed, but before she could panic, Jackson stroked her arms and back. It felt so good when he touched her. His hands were strong and firm, slightly callused, and oh so warm. Before Jackson she hadn’t realized how lonely she’d been and how much she’d needed basic human contact. It was good to know someone cared how her day had been, what she ate, or what her living space looked like. His hands traveled up, and he cupped her face before claiming a long, slow kiss.
Jackson stepped away and looked over the tools he’d prepared. He’d discussed the scene with Kate. Like many submissives, Paula was an intelligent woman who had trouble letting go of her thoughts so she could feel. Overwhelming her and keeping her off balance without making her too uncomfortable was the key to her submission and her enjoyment. For him, as a Dominant, it was a real pleasure to work with such a challenging woman.
Jackson selected the round paintbrush and stroked over her shoulders and spine.
Paula shivered. “W—what?” she stammered.
“Ssh, just feel, Melda.” He alternated strokes with the brush and a Wartenberg pinwheel, and soon he had her wiggling and moaning. Jackson smiled.
Good, she wasn’t thinking anymore!
He placed the implements back on the nearby table and selected a powerful but quiet vibrator. He stroked between Paula’s legs, pleased to discover she was wet with her juices. No lube needed. Jackson smiled again and checked Paula’s posture. Her hands lay open against the cross, and she allowed the beams to support her weight without straining against the bonds. Time to kick it up a notch. Jackson powered the vibrator and pressed the head against Paula’s clit. She tensed for a moment. Was she going to safeword? Exhibitionism had been a soft limit, and Jackson didn’t know how Paula would feel about climaxing in front of Kate. It was a calculated risk. Jackson was certain if she were able to let him to get her off at the club, it would cement their bond.
After a few heartbeats, Paula moved. It was so minimal, Jackson might have missed it if he hadn’t been paying closeattention. She widened her stance and pressed her knees more firmly against the cross. Jackson put more pressure on the vibrator and used his left hand to stroke her pussy from behind.
He used her own juices to probe her asshole. Over and over, he repeated the gesture until her anus was lubricated to his liking, and he worked in a finger, teasing the strong muscles. The contractions clamped around his digit, and he tried to time his movements with her. Paula bucked against the vibrator, and Jackson used his body weight to press her against it. With no escape from the sensations, Paula cried and rode out her first orgasm at the club.
As Jackson held Paula up around her waist, Kate helped him by unhooking her cuffs and sliding a soft blanket around Paula’s shoulders. Jackson picked up Paula and cradled her against his chest.
Kate smiled. “Sit with her and let me clean this up,” she said, starting to spray the cross with disinfectant.
Jackson nodded and settled into the big chair with Paula in his lap. She might be cool and reserved, but once she surrendered, she was the most responsive submissive he’d ever held.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Paula was running late in more ways than one. She had been held up at work, booking a suspect in a burglary case, and she needed to pick up groceries for the dinner she was supposed to be cooking at Jackson’s. She’d skipped her regular shopping day, believing she could get by with what she had in her fridge, and she was fully expecting punishment for at least one of those infractions. A cold rain was falling, and the weather forecast had predicted a fifty percent chance of changing to freezing rain, sleet, snow, or all three. As irritating as the rain was, she hoped that was all the city would have to deal with that night. She postponed calling Jackson and hoped to blame her delay completely on the booking and not the groceries.
Quiktrip should have everything she needed, but unfortunately, the closest one en route to Jackson’s condo was not in the greatest neighborhood. Jackson would expect her to go around the entire area, but the location didn’t bother her, and she felt capable of defending herself in any situation.
As she drove through the rain, she considered her position. Should she go ahead and call Jackson now and confess all? She really didn’t want to be punished. The groceries were a simple oversight, and booking the suspect was work. She would bluffher way through it and hope for the best. Surely, it wasn’t that big a deal.
She pulled into the Quiktrip, glad for the overhang that would protect her from the worst of the rain once she got under it. She gathered her coat to get out of the car when she noticed two young men pulling stocking caps over their heads as they approached the door.
She couldn’t see where the suspicious-looking men had come from. If she was lucky, the store’s security camera would have it. She debated calling for backup but that would take too long. She was perfectly capable of taking down the two inside. Without further thought, she made sure her Glock 22 was loaded and that she had two sets of handcuffs in her pocket. She moved through the rain to the shelter of the store, and three more steps brought her to the door. Everything looked normal inside, but she couldn’t see the counter from where she stood. She held her gun in her coat pocket as she entered.
