The bouncer at the door opened it for us without a word and we stepped into the small reception area. As usual, there was a finely-dressed woman waiting there.
“Nothing to hand over,” John said to the woman before ushering me past the curtains, which he held out of the way for me.
I turned to walk down the hall toward the room John and I always played in, but with his hand, he told me that wasn’t where we were going. Instead he directed me into the main room. There weren’t many people there, which was a first for me. Every time I had looked in, it had been practically overflowing.
John led me to a chair wide enough to easily seat two. Once he sat, he pulled me into his lap so my legs crossed over his and my back was against the armrest. One of his arms wrapped around my shoulders to play with my hair while the other draped over my lap to rest on my outer thigh. “Since you decided absence would be the punishment, you are not allowed to come for the rest of the night. If you do, you will be punished immediately. Understand?”
“Yes, sir.” I swallowed the lump in my throat. There was only so much I could do to keep my body from giving in and I was already on the edge. I knew then and there I would be getting at least one punishment because it was inevitable; I could only hold off so much longer, especially if he built upon the vibrations still coming from the toy in my pussy.
“Good, then stand and strip,” he demanded.
I hesitated, since I didn’t think it’d be possible to get the tight dress off while having my arms bound the way they were.
John bounced his leg underneath me and, oddly, the vibrations grew stronger from the toy. “That’s the only warning you’ll get tonight. Do as I say, Precious.”
Clenching my teeth, I managed to maneuver myself off his lap. After wiggling my shoulders to see how much room I had, I sighed and lowered my head.
“Sir, I can’t do it on my own.” I looked up through my lashes at him, in hopes he would understand, while trying to ignore my growing arousal.
“Exactly. You need me to help you. Turn around,” John said, spreading his thighs so I could step between them. His hands were quick to unhook the harness and release my arms. To my surprise, he helped me rotate each shoulder a few times, making sure the circulation was okay after such a long time being restricted. “Now, do as I said.”
Facing him again, I immediately pulled the top down to my waist, exposing my breasts to him and the rest of the room. A brief glance around told me no one appeared to even notice. Pushing the material off my hips, I revealed the garter belt, thigh highs and black silk panties that had been underneath.
“Sexy,” John breathed as his hands came to rest on my hips. Lifting me, he moved me back onto his lap. “That’s much better. So much easier to play with.”
His arm wrapped around my back as his head lowered to a breast, sucking the nipple into his hot mouth. Clenching my thighs together, I tried to hold back the orgasm that threatened. It didn’t help since it only pushed the toy deeper and made the vibrations more pointed; whatever was rubbing against my g-spot moved to be right where I needed it.
Squeezing my eyes closed and biting my lip, I dropped my head back and the orgasm washed over me as John sank his teeth into my tender breast tissue. When I opened my eyes again, I was light-headed and breathing hard… and John was looking right into my eyes.
“You know what that means, don’t you?” His voice was deep and sinful; his accent had gotten thicker. Standing, he set me on my feet as well. His hand wrapped around the back of my neck as he forcefully showed me to one of the empty little stages. “Bend. Now.”
I lowered my chest to the cold wooden table, which reminded me of the first time John had brought me to this room, but I’d been blindfolded then.
“Tell me why you are here,” John barked.
“I came,” I said, closing my eyes. I’d known it was going to happen, but it didn’t make it easier to admit I hadn’t followed his instructions. I hated disappointing him.
“And what happens when you come, Precious?”
I heard the tinkling of what sound like a belt buckle. “I get punished, sir.”
“Exactly. This time you will only get five. Count out loud for everyone to hear.” John’s hand ran up my back before slithering down again.
I could tell from the position of his hand that he’d stepped to my side, but I refused to open my eyes to know for certain. I had no other warning before the loud slap of leather meeting skin filled my ears. The intense burning sensation immediately followed from where his belt had landed on my ass.
“One, sir,” I gasped. Tears instantly sprang to my eyes from the pain.
Again the loud clap and the burning sensation, only lower on my ass.
“Two, sir,” I said, digging my fingers into my palms, fighting the urge to move. It wasn’t the most intense thing John had done, but there had been very little warning which made it seem worse some how.
Slap, and burning sprang up on the very bottom of my cheeks.
“Three, sir,” I shouted as anger sprouted in me. I hadn’t been allowed enough time to prepare myself.
Fingers dug into my hair, yanking my head back before I felt cloth against my ass making me whimper. John leaned over my back, digging his hips into my ass. “You don’t get to be angry. This is your punishment. You were told the rules. You broke them. You want it to stop, say the word. Hell, tell me to stop and I will. Is that what you want? You want me to stop? I stop now, you walk out of here by yourself.”
“No, sir. Sorry, sir,” I groaned when he sucked my earlobe between his teeth.
“That’s what I thought. Watch your anger, Precious, or I’ll give you a reason to be angry.” And just that fast, he was gone again. Sucking in a deep breath, I pressed my head to the lacquered wood.
The next two slaps were harder than before and over the first ones, which made them burn worse, but I managed to utter the numbers even as tears rolled down my cheeks.
As soon as my punishment was over, he helped me stand before scooping me into his arms and returning to where we’d been originally. Sitting, he placed me on the leather next to him. It was cold and felt amazing on my hot skin. His thumb and forefinger pinched my chin, turning me to face him.
“Do you understand why I had to do that?” he asked, keeping his eyes on mine as his palm dropped to rest on my thigh.
“Because I went against your rules,” I answered, but it was halfhearted. I wanted to leave. Things had taken an unexpected turn and I didn’t like where it was going.
“Yes and no. What we have between us is more than rules. It’s so much more than that. Don’t you get it? It’s about learning to control your body and its reactions. It’s not about coming when I told you not to. It is about being able to know when enough is enough and voicing it. Let me know when things are too much or when I’m pushing you too hard. Speak up if I’m doing something you don’t like.” Pulling me so I was straddling his lap, he put in me a position where I was looking down at him. “Did I think you wanted to be spanked? No, but you needed a reminder of who is in charge and why you listen to what I tell you. It’s not just about when you can come, but everything. It is my job to take care of you and I take it very seriously. Sometimes, though, it is your job to protect yourself. As much as I want to always be with you, I can’t. It’s just not possible, so I need to know that you will be okay without me right there.”
“I can take care of myself.” I stiffened my back. I felt like we were having two different conversations. How things went from spanking and coming to taking care of myself, I didn’t quite understand.