Logan knelt between her legs.
He inspected her a bit differently than Jack had, which was good. Let her not always know what to anticipate.
Logan smoothed one of his big callused hands down her intimate area, from pubic bone to anus. He used his left hand to spread her pussy lips. With his right forefinger, he felt the inside of each fold. “Smooth here, as well.”
Moving quickly, he inserted two fingers in her damp pussy.
Through his pants, Jack stroked his cock. He’d watched Logan with his women before, but he’d never been this aroused.
“Vagina is nice and moist,” Logan commented. “Sir, do you have any lubricant?”
He saw Sinead swallow deeply. She closed her eyes, but she didn’t protest. “Indeed.” He went into the playroom and fetched a pump bottle of lube and placed it within easy reach.
He crossed his arms. If he wasn’t mistaken, his manservant’s breathing had become more laboured. No wonder. She was a total delight. “Keep your legs apart,” he told Sinead. “When I give someone else permission to inspect you or play with you, you follow that person’s orders as if he were me. He’s your master as surely as I am.”
He knew she was still nervous to have someone near her most private hole, but the sooner she got past it, the better.
He trusted Logan with her. But he also knew the man was a little more aggressive than he was.
Logan pumped a dollop of lube onto his forefinger. He entered her quickly.
She gasped at the intrusion and released her grip on her knees.
“Position,” he told her.
Logan gave her no recovery time, moving his finger about, side to side, up and down, stretching her wider.
“Position,” Jack snapped.
Logan was relentless, but she was amazing, getting hold of her knees and remaining still. “Glad we don’t have to make your upcoming punishment worse,” he told her.
Logan continued to move his finger inside her. Even from the distance, Jack noticed her pussy glistening with moisture. She would enjoy the double penetration, he knew it. “Kneel up.”
Logan moved away from her. She blinked several times, staring at the ceiling. “You do not want me to repeat my order.”
As if coming back into her body, she moved quickly and gracefully.
“Logan, fetch a pair of clover clamps from the playroom.”
“Certainly, Sir.”
As his manservant went to the play room, Jack informed her, “I’m going to clamp your nipples.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“And you will thank me. We’ll move to the spanking bench in the playroom, and you’ll crawl there. When you’re positioned, you’ll ask Logan to place a plug in your arse. You’ll be tied, and you’ll feel my lash. You’ll receive several extra lashes for your lack of gratitude for your gentle inspection.”
She gulped in several drinks of air.
“It could have been much worse,” he told her. “For example… Present!”
She got into position, and he crouched in the same place he had earlier. Instead of a gentle touch, he used a lot of pressure against her skin as he felt her external pubis for hair.
“I understand, Sir!”
He pinched her right labia between his right thumb and forefinger then pulled back the flesh and harshly felt the inside flesh.
“Sir! Please!”
“You’ll learn gratitude, Miss.” He repeated the procedure on her left labia.
“Thank you, Sir.” Her face contorted with pain.
He abruptly let her go. Her skin was reddened from the handling, and she’d never looked more beautiful to him. He pulled back the tiny hood of her clitoris and pinched the tender flesh before instantly releasing her. She thrashed from side to side and he shoved two fingers inside her moist core and forced another in her arse.
“Oh my God, Sir!”
He lifted her body from the ground with that brutal grip.
“Sir! Thank you! Thank you for the inspection, Sir!”
“You’ll be wanting to thank Logan for being so gentle, as well.”
“Yes, Sir. Thank you.”
“Lesson over.” He gentled his tone. “I hope it was well learned.”
She was all but panting when he released her. And the submissive little vixen was completely wet. He hadn’t been gentle, but she hadn’t safe worded out.
“Thank you,” she said again and again.
Logan had returned to the room. He held out the clamps. “She’s a responsive one, Sir.”
“Thank you, Logan,” she told the man. “For being so gentle with your inspection.”
“Oh, the Master would have my cock baked in a lasagne if I wasn’t.”
“Kneel up.”
She instantly transitioned into position.
“I believe I’d like you to stand,” he amended.
She did.
“Arms behind your neck, as if you were kneeling. Legs apart, toes turned slightly outward.”
As he spoke, she did as he asked.
“Logan, come up behind her. That’s a lad. Cup her right breast and squeeze her nipple, get it nice and hard for the clamp.”
When their gazes met, she lowered hers. “Quick study.” After this, how could she deny she was meant to be his?
When Logan released her nipple, Jack clamped it.
“Ow! Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!”
“That doesn’t sound like thank you,” Jack mentioned.
“Thank you, ow, Sir!”
“Breathe,
m
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.”
While she struggled go get herself under control, he and Logan repeated the process on her other nipple. Within seconds, the silver chain draped between her breasts.
“That will intensify all the other things you’re experiencing,” he told her after she’d expressed her gratitude. “Now, get down on all fours. Crawl into the playroom.”
Her chin was set in a mutinous tilt. He waited, wondering. Then she did as he’d told her.
At this point, it didn’t much matter to him what she thought about marriage. She was going to be his. She could struggle and fight all she wanted. But the lass would be his forever. The curse would be a convenient excuse. But their combined pleasure was the real reason. His grandmother’s happiness would be a double bonus.
He followed her, watching the feminine sway of her hips and enjoying the sight of the metal chain that dipped towards the floor.
“I want her on the edge of the bench,” he told Logan. “I want her arse plump for the whipping. Allow her knee supports, but secure her wrists at the bottom so she can’t pull up.”
The bench had been built by Logan himself. It had a long padded board that ran across the top. The side supports had plenty of different places to insert knee supports, if wanted. And there were numerous hooks to secure a sub’s hands or feet. The bench was customisable for each person. He could secure a man such as Logan as easily as a bonny lass such as Sinead.
“Can we take off the clamps?” she asked.
“Absolutely not. Ask again and your punishment will be worse.”
Logan glanced at her then at the bench. “Lie length-wise across the top.”
She shot Jack a desperate glance. “Get on with it.” Indeed, he couldn’t wait to fuck her while her arse was reddened from his flogger.
Logan placed her knees in the supports then checked his work by moving her back a bit so her arse was completely jutting towards Jack. Jack wasn’t sure he would survive the beating.
Logan used lengths of fabric to secure her thighs and severely restrict her motions.
While Jack selected a flogger, Logan fastened her wrists near the floor.
Jack crouched next to her. “You’re going to thank Logan for his excellent work then you’ll ask him to put that little plug up your arse.” He put a hand in her hair. “You may think to be grateful that he took the time to stretch your hole while he inspected you. It’ll make the penetration easier.”
She nodded.
“This is a flogger.” He held the implement in his hand. “It has a dozen thick leather thongs. It’s for beginners. It’s thicker, more thuddy than others we’ll use in the future. When we’re doing a pleasure beating, you may opt for this.”
“Pleasure beating?”
“I promise, it exists. But not until you’re significantly better behaved. Make no mistake, you’ll still feel the effects of this one. Since this is only your second punishment, I will still go easy. In future, I’ll expect that you’ll ask me to hit you harder and harder.”
Her eyes widened.
“You’ll see.”
She shook her head.
“How are you doing?”
“Nervous. Scared. Anxious.”
“Safe word?”
“I don’t want to use it.”
“Damn,” he said. “You impress me at turns, Sinead.”
“I want this.”
“Any exposed part of your body is subject to my lash,” he cautioned her.
“I understand.”
He smoothed his knuckles down the curve of her cheekbone before standing. “It’s up to you,” he told her. “You may address Logan as Sir.”
“Isn’t he a submissive?” she asked.
“My submissive,” Jack agreed. “But superior to you.”
“Please, Sir Logan, put a plug up my arse. And thank you for securing me well.”
Logan fetched another bottle of lube. He lubricated his first two fingers. He inserted them, one at a time, inside her, giving her time to accommodate him, making her hole bigger for the insertion.
“That’ll be enough,” Jack said when she was moving her hips in time to Logan’s thrusting fingers. She was hopeless. Apparently she’d got a taste of illicitness and craved more. Suddenly he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to keep up.
Logan put the plug in place, and she didn’t moan half as much as Jack had expected.
“Well done,” Logan told her.
“I think you rather enjoyed doing that to our little sub.”
“Aye, Sir. I did.”
“For your troubles, you can fetch a cock ring.”
Logan’s eyes darkened with desire and a bit of frustration. “A cock ring, Sir?”
“Now, Logan. Now.”
Logan remained immobilised for a few seconds. But without further question, he moved towards the cabinet and returned with a small rubber cock ring.
“Took you a little long to respond,” Jack said as he placed the flogger across Sinead’s shoulders and extended his palm to accept the rubber ring from his other sub.
“Aye, Sir. Unforgivable.”
There was nothing more arousing to Jack than this scene. Two perfect subs, willing to try anything. “How long since you’ve felt my belt?”
“A very long time, Sir. Too long.”
He needed this. His man needed this. And he wanted Sinead to see an experienced sub take a punishment. It hadn’t been planned, but there it was. “Are you hard or flaccid, sub?”
“Hard, Sir.”
“We’ll take care of that. Remove everything from the waist down.”
He noticed Sinead staring.
His manservant hurriedly stripped.
“Your erection is impressive.”
“Aye, Sir.”
Reaching out, he squeezed Logan’s gorgeous cock in precisely the right spot and with the perfect amount of pressure to diminish the hardness.
Logan released a breath through his closed teeth before saying, “Thank you for dispensing with my undesired erection, Sir.”
“You haven’t masturbated without permission?”
“It’s been a long time since I came last, Sir.”
“Answer the question,” he snapped, even though he knew the answer. It had, indeed, been a long time since he beat his man so hard he spurted on the bench.
“No, Master. I am not permitted to masturbate, and remaining true to Master’s demands is important in proper submission.”
“Well said.” When the man was sufficiently softened, Jack rolled the cock ring down to the base of the shaft. “Good thing you’re clean-shaven.”
“Aye, Sir. Always in anticipation of your arrival.”
He glanced over at Sinead. “I expect the same from you.”
She nodded mutely.
He squeezed his man’s balls, manipulating them as he placed the ring even farther down.
“Thank you, Sir. That ought to keep your sub’s erection under control.”
“If not, it will be terribly uncomfortable.”
“If it pleases Master.”
“It does.” He was completely aware of Sinead’s mixture of shock and awe. She’d remained strangely silent, though. “I’m going to blister your arse.”
“Yes, Master. Thank you, Master.”
The man’s voice had taken on a hazy, distant quality. He hoped to one day hear something similar from Sinead. “We clamped Sinead’s nipples.”
“She has gorgeous tits, Master. Master should consider clamping her breasts as well as her nipples.”
“I’ll consider it. For now, I think it’s only fair we weight your balls.”
“If it pleases Master.”
Jack crossed the room and selected a couple of weights. The idea of seeing his man’s testicles dangling, pulled even lower for Jack’s pleasure was nearly more than he could take.