Page 81 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 2

Some kind of scene was unfolding over by the bar, and I motioned to my brother Derrick for us to check it out. We were off for the night and here to enjoy the festivities like everyone else, but there was an unwritten rule that if one of ours was in need, we backed them up.

It wasn’t until we got closer that I saw the cause of the issue. Madison, I was sure of it, but she appeared to have Master Loki, one of the owners, wrapped around her clawed finger. Standing opposite them were the hoyden sisters. More friends than sisters, but hoyden still stood. The two of them always managed to get into trouble when they were together, hence my nickname for them.

Nyra, the more level-headed of the two, stood meekly, her head slightly bowed in Master Loki’s direction while the other, Melody, looked fierce, pissed off, and ready to do battle. A smile tugged the corner of my mouth. Maybe tonight, I would finally get my hands on the little brat and teach her exactly what being submissive to a Master was like.

I’d seen her play a few times at Midgard, but never with anyone who had challenged her. And being a public club, there were no punishment rules like there were here. I doubted she was aware of this unless she’d read the rules as she walked in or even the ones listed on the back of the exclusive invitation for tonight’s Christmas theme party. But something told me she hadn’t.

Derrick had his eyes on Nyra. He watched with interest as the scene unfolded before us. With both of us being DMs at both clubs, we had plenty of opportunities to watch the interactions between a variety of players and witnessed Melody and Nyra several times. The two seemed to feed off each other, and had they acted here the way they did there, would have learned their lesson the first time.

Master Loki gazed at the gathering crowd until landing on me and Derrick.His grin was truly terrifying unless you knew him as we did. His eyes sparkled with mischief, offering the ladies their choice of punisher.

I’d had no power to correct Melody before, but I sure did now and thanked the dungeon gods for the fortuitous opportunity. Now all she had to do was pick me instead of Derrick.

Nyra whispered something to Melody, and I watched in fascination as the stubborn line of her mouth quirked upwards into a smile. Whatever was spoken broke through to Mel. She eyed both my brother and I up and down with interest.

I knew Derrick wanted Nyra and so he was blank, completely non-responsive to Melody, as her eyes roamed over him, which suited me fine. She did a little spin, giving us the first view of her succulent ass. And what a sight! Melody had what I referred to as the ultimate spankable ass. A firm bubble butt just begging for attention. My brother’s expression remained impassive, bored even.

But when our eyes met, I sent her the challenge, my eyes imparting a good time, while my smirk showed that she indeed interested me. I would be her choice because one thing I had noticed about little Mel, she wanted to be taken in hand but had never allowed herself to be, at least not any of the times I’d seen her. She hadn’t connected with a Dom who could give her what she wanted, and I knew I was that Dom.

She would be a challenge, and there was nothing I loved more than digging inside of a submissive and drawing out all their best qualities.

“I’ll take him,” she uttered saucily and winked at Nyra like it was some game.

Her sass just made my cock rock hard. But now that she had selected, it was time for me to show her exactly what I was. My eyes shifted from amusement to hard, and Mel didn’t miss it. Already the dance between submission and control had begun.

“Perfect. On your knees.”

Her eyes widened, her shock at being taken in hand so quickly obvious. I didn’t spare a glance for anyone else and didn’t care what their reactions or thoughts were. Right now, I’d homed in on Melody and only her.

Her brain was taking too long to catch up to what was happening here, so I reached out and gently squeezed the back of her neck, lowering her to the floor onto her hands and knees. The gap of her skirt widened to accommodate the position and now not only was her pert backside on display for everyone to see, but so were the tops of her creamy thighs. Without even a G-string to cover her freshly shaved mound, I could see how she was squeezing her inner thigh muscles to keep her silky slit hidden.

“Don’t ever say I don’t give the best presents. Enjoy your evening.” Loki turned to leave, almost stumbling over Madison, whom he must have forgotten was still clinging to him. Steadying himself, he then walked away with Madison still on his arm.

The crowd dispersed then, and Melody tried to rise. I pressed her back down and reached into my pocket. I quickly placed a collar around her throat and attached a leash.

“Come on, pet, time for you to learn what happens to disobedient subs.”

I was a big man and my stride was naturally long, but I purposely increased the speed and length. No way Melody could crawl through this crowd with any amount of grace, going at lightning speed as I headed toward the private rooms. This was intentional, of course. The lesson in humility and etiquette had begun.

I chose a room that included an enormous bed complete with a canopy made of a three-inch steel tubing frame with forty attachment points, making the position possibilities only limited by imagination, and I had one hell of an imagination.

The built-in votives in the headboard allowed for a deep dungeon vibe and then my favorite, the bondage sex sling attached to the footboard. The room boasted heavy New Zealand Pine in all of its fixtures and furniture and was stained to look aged, furthering the old-school dungeon atmosphere of the space.

A cabinet contained every implement one could ever need and the hardware to attach her to the points in the furniture was more than I could ever use at once. I gazed down at Melody, still on her hands and knees, and knew she was tired of being on them.

“Kneel.”

She did her best to kneel in her ridiculous heels and her too-tight latex skirt. I loved how the cut-out framed her lovely ass, but the damn thing was a hindrance.

“Back on your knees.”

A little groan told me I’d been right to assume that her knees were hurting. I undid the buckle at her waist and at the knees and watched as the two sides fell off her. Then I removed each heel until all she was left in was the gold bra. During this, Mel had kept her head down. Whether out of deference or embarrassment, I wasn’t sure.

“Present.”

She moved to a seated position on her heels, thighs spread with the backs of her hands resting on her thighs, palms facing the ceiling. Her gaze fell to the floor with her head slightly tipped forward.

Beautiful.

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