Page 5 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 1

“That she’s secretly, or unknowingly, yearning for a Daddy Dom.”

“Exactement!”

“Let’s test your theory. Please take her to the whipping chamber and have her chained naked to the Saint Andrew’s cross. Be sure to spin a tale of the sadist’s love for making the subs scream and sob uncontrollably.”

“Naked? Don’t you think that’s a little extreme for a newbie? You do realize the whipping chamber is already milling with members.”

“If your assessment is correct, my guess is she’ll crack before it gets that far.”

“Ahh. You want the little brat to admit she lied, then give her the option to choose an appropriate punishment.”

“Why no, Mistress Winter. The only option she’ll have is to either get naked on the cross for the masochistic scene she asked for or accept the punishment for blatantly lying and worming her way in here under false pretenses.” He took one last look at the beautiful woman down below. “In the meantime, I’m going to try to get hold of Slade and give him a piece of my mind. He better have a damn good explanation for why he invited a vanilla sub to a Pair and Play theme night.”

Of course, as was mostly the case, Slade’s phone went to voicemail. Not bothering to leave a message, Kaden dropped his cell phone in his desk drawer.

“Now, let’s find the perfect impact tool to put the fear of God into little Miss Patty Cakes.”

Armed with a bright red leather crop with sharp steel spikes on the clapper, he headed toward the whipping chamber. He would never use the crop to mar a woman’s soft skin, but it was the perfect deterrent tool for brats.

Little Miss Patty Cakes sounded like she needed a serious attitude adjustment—for lying.

Chapter Three

“I trust you studied the leaflet, Patty Cakes?”

“Yes, Mistress Winter, I did.” Sage craned her neck for a peek into the rooms they passed as she followed the Domme down a wide hallway. The sound of deep voices mixed with giggling and screaming were proof that some of the paired couples were already at play.

The dungeon was rather intimidating, with its Neomedieval stone walls and wrought iron lamps. Feeling like she was tumbling down a rabbit hole, Sage struggled to hold on to the fierce warrior inside her. Being brave was second nature to her. It had to be in certain scenarios of her job. So why then was she trembling the deeper they went into the bowels of the dungeon?

Because you are completely out of your depth, Patty Cakes, an inner voice hissed. Arguing with that was pointless. It was the truth. She was about to indulge in a BDSM scene with a stranger. For a complete novice, she hadn’t the slightest clue what to expect physically or emotionally. Unbeknownst to her, she was about to experience what it might feel like to be sucked helplessly up the face of a rogue wave.

She fidgeted for the umpteenth time with the red leather collar around her neck, issued to her once she had been paired up. Red, because she was a masochist. Now, feeling more reluctant than ever, she wished she had answered the questions honestly on the application. At least then she’d be sporting a virgin white collar and would be gently guided into the world of debauchery of which she had only read about. Because she knew Clinton Beats had sexually sadistic tendencies, she had made herself vulnerable. She definitely hadn’t thought this through. If he was her paired Dom, what the hell was she going to do?

“Please remind me what the club safeword is for stopping a scene.”

The Domme’s voice deepened in warning that she didn’t appreciate Sage’s mind wandering while in her presence.

“Ehm,” she hedged, frantically searching her mind for the word she had seen but only skimmed over. In most of the books she had read, they all used the universal word, red, but not here. At Club Rogue, they went for something completely unexpected and yet appropriate. Oh, yes! She all but fist bumped herself as she remembered. “Cucumber!”

“Good girl.”

Sage frowned as a thrill of pleasure raced down her spine at the praise. Good Lord, all she did was remember the safeword. Why did it matter so much that it pleased the Domme?

“As mentioned in the welcoming speech, all play tonight is based on the tenets that are the foundation of the BDSM lifestyle—safe, sane and consensual, or the more modern reference, RACK, meaning Risk Aware Consensual Kink.”

“It’s hardly consensual if I don’t want to be paired up but prefer to watch,” Sage muttered.

“You specifically signed up for tonight's theme night, Miss Lewis. On theme nights, there are no exceptions. I checked your file and confirmed that you virtually signed the consent form for any scene and pairing we decided would best fit your needs. So, you already gave your consent. I offered you the opportunity to walk away earlier. You chose to stay.” Her eyes narrowed. “Or did I misunderstand your very emphatic, I’m staying?”

“No, Mistress. I guess I’m just a little nervous that there won’t be a discussion prior to the scene.”

“The discussion was your application essay, telling us exactly what you would like to experience. That, my dear sub, is what your scene is going to offer you. What you asked for.”

For the life of her, Sage couldn’t remember what drivel she had written on the application. All she had wanted was to get it done so that the form was submitted in time to be approved. Even though her uncle was a member at the club from its inception, the rules for his guests were no different. She had to follow the same path as all the others. Besides that, she didn’t want the knowledge that she was his niece to become known.

Yes, she needed to get close to Beats, but would she truly have applied for a scene with a sadist to accomplish that goal? Minute beads of sweat formed on her breastbone then ran down its length and pooled in the concave of her navel. The tickling sensation was becoming a distraction. She had better dig deep into her memory banks so that she was somewhat prepared for what was coming.

“Either way,” Mistress Winter’s voice yanked her attention back to the present. “I want to assure you that we don’t take any submissive using the safeword lightly. The owners of the club installed the latest technology to ensure the utmost safety for everyone at play. The moment a sub uses the word cucumber, the CCTV system is coded to send out an alert to all the Dungeon Monitors and the Club Master Dom with the exact location of the scene. They all wear electronic monitor devices linked to the system. No matter where the sub is inside the club, the scene will be stopped in a matter of seconds.”

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