Michaels, Skye - Calleigh's Collar [Le Club 1] (Siren Publishing Classic) (8 page)

Calleigh’s heart rate accelerated and worms of dread crawled in her belly, but she put on a good front, swaying her hips under the hem of the extremely short plaid skirt, as she was led into the circle of light. “Pick your instrument of punishment and bring it to your Master,” she was ordered by the Dungeon Master.

“Yes, Sir. The strap, please.” She walked over to the wall and took the strap down. It felt heavy and ominous in her hand.

“Kiss the lash, deliver it to your Master, and ask for your punishment,” the Dungeon Master continued. “Do you have anything to say before your punishment is administered?”

“No, Sir.” Calleigh kissed the strap and handed it to Steele. “Please punish me as I deserve, Master.” From the corner of her eye she saw Mistress Adrienne and her two subs standing in the inner circle around the bench. She also saw Michael and Robbie Hamilton and Trent and Paula. She bent over the spanking bench, arms and legs spread wide, her white, frilled panties pulled down below her butt and the pleated skirt raised to her waist. The two dungeon monitors secured her to the side bars with padded leather cuffs. Calleigh felt completely vulnerable, butt in the air, pussy exposed. This was so much worse than any slaps to her bottom administered by Steele in the suite. Steele stepped up behind her and she knew he was warming up the chamomile and mint oil in his hands, as he had promised he would, before he anointed her bottom, massaging the slick oil into her trembling cheeks and over her exposed pussy to protect her delicate skin. Next, as he had told her he would, he tested the suppleness of the strap, snapping it between his large hands, and took several practice swings at the legs of the bench. The sound cracked in the air and made her jump. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Breathe, baby, remember it’s all about the drama.”

“Master Steele, please begin the punishment. Sub, count your strikes,” the Dungeon Master intoned.

Even though Steele stealthily pulled the blow at the last moment, the first cracking lash of the strap landed dead center across the right cheek of her bare bottom before she had fully prepared herself. She yelped! “Count the strikes, sub,” the Dungeon Master reminded her.

“One, Master.” Her butt stung, but as the heat spread across her ass and down into her pussy, she realized the smack of the strap was not as painful as she had anticipated. Steele had told her he would position each new strike to the outer edge of the one before, and she could feel as he alternated sides that the strikes never overlapped.
Shit, he is damn accurate.
She gritted her teeth against another stinging thwack.

By the time he had administered five cracking lashes of the strap, her inflamed ass was red hot as her pussy gushed cream.
This is oddly arousing
, b
ut I wouldn’t want to make a habit of it
. By the time nine lashes had been administered and counted out, she knew her butt was red from top to bottom and side to side. “Nine, Master,” she whimpered, “one more, please.” The final strike was delivered along the crack of her butt, the supple tip of the lash just nipping the pouting lips of her throbbing pussy. She screamed as the orgasm that had been building ripped through her system. She moaned her pleasure as each spasm exploded with sizzling intensity from her womb outward through her entire body.

Steele bent down and released the restraints binding her arms and legs. He picked her up in his arms and strode from the Playroom. “We’re done here. It’s over, baby.”

Chapter Fourteen

The observers who had been holding their collective breath began to disperse. Trent turned to Paula in time to see her hooded eyes glaze over as her self-induced orgasm rocked through her system, and she withdrew her damp fingers from beneath her short denim skirt. His face hardened as he said, “I don’t believe I gave you permission to come, sub. Did you enjoy your best friend’s pain and humiliation?”

“No, Master. I’m sorry! I know I didn’t have your permission to come, but I couldn’t help myself.”

“Couldn’t stop yourself from fingering your pussy to climax? I’m extremely disappointed and disgusted. There will be repercussions, sub.”

“I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me. I really couldn’t help myself…”

“To whom are you speaking?” he asked with a thunderous look.

“I’m sorry, Master. Please forgive me.”

“I’m not the one you should be apologizing to or who needs to forgive you.”

Mistress Adrienne and her subs stopped in front of Trent. “It looks like this one needs a good whipping as well, Trent. She’s very disrespectful. Let me know if you need any help with that,” she said as she turned to leave the Playroom, dragging her subs after her. “I think you two need some discipline. What do you think?” She cackled.

* * * *

As they moved to leave, Robbie turned to her husband and said, “Babe, I need a minute to speak to Adrienne—Women’s Club business.”

“Sure, honey. I’ll see you back in the suite.”

“Mistress Adrienne, may I please have a moment?” Robbie requested respectfully.

“What is it, Roberta? I’m in a hurry to give these recalcitrant subs some much-needed attention.”

“Mistress, Calleigh asked me to request that you meet her in the School Room tomorrow at 11:00 as she desires to experience a paddling from someone with a firmer hand than Steele. She feels that his emotional attachment to her impedes his performance in this area.”

“Does she? Well I would be happy to show her what a real paddling feels like. I am sure she will greatly enjoy it. I thought Steele went too easy on her tonight as well.” Adrienne smirked.

“Thank you, Mistress Adrienne. I will let her know that she is to attend you in the School Room tomorrow morning. Could you possibly wear the Sister Immaculata costume? It would mean so much more to her, as she was a Catholic school student.”

“Certainly. I can do that.”

As Adrienne turned and left the Playroom, Robbie pumped a victory fist into the air. “I
love it
when a plan comes together!”

Chapter Fifteen

Steele placed Calleigh on the bed facedown and removed the school uniform. “Be still. I’ll get the skin cream.”

Calleigh relaxed for the first time in two days.
The nightmare is
over. Thank God. I think this has been the longest day of my life!
Sheer relief flooded through her body and she sighed, releasing more tension. Calleigh was relieved that the faith she had put in Jason had not been misplaced. He had handled it just as he had promised. While she had been attracted to him and had admired him as an attorney, she now felt an intimate, heart-deep connection and depth of trust that had not existed before. She knew from working with him over the many months they had collaborated on the plans and specs for the club that he had a strong moral compass and terrific work ethic. While he had strong family connections in the community, he was responsible for his own success. She began to realize that there was nothing about him that she didn’t like.
Am I in love?

Steele rubbed a soothing skin balm on Calleigh’s sore, red bottom. “How are you feeling? Are you okay?”

“I’m okay. Sore. Glad this is over,” she replied. “Do you think you could just hold me?”

“Oh, baby, of course,” he said as he laid on the bed beside her, gathering her into his strong arms. She went limp as she rested against his shoulder, and tears began running down her cheeks for the first time as she continued to relax. “Come on now, it’s over, please don’t cry,” he said. He gently rubbed the tears from her cheeks and tenderly kissed her eyelids.

“Okay, Master.”

“No more ‘Master’ today. I’m pretty sick of him myself.” Steele ran his hand down her back, soothing and petting, from the nape of her neck to the base of her spine, being careful not to hurt her bottom. He just held her for several minutes and then, rising, began to undress. He got back on the bed. “Come here and rest on your side against me,” he said as he pulled her into the spoon position against his chest and pulled a quilt over them.

After a few minutes of cuddling, Calleigh tentatively rubbed her hand over her butt, feeling the heat in her poor bottom.
It’s not as bad as I thought it would be
…
still hot
…
I’m hot, my pussy is absolutely soaking
. “Do you think we could make love? Just, you know, regular vanilla sex?”

“That would be my absolute pleasure, baby. Are you sure you’re up to it?”

“If you don’t relieve some of this pressure, I am going to explode,” she replied, wiggling her bottom against his hardening cock. “I’m embarrassed to say that turned me on big time. Who would have thought it?”

“A lot of people find a little pain pleasurable. The tension and anxiety can be very stimulating. The trick is to not let it get out of hand. It has to be a mutual pleasure, not one party hurting the other for his or her own satisfaction.”

He pulled her back against his chest and slowly slid his erect member down her butt crack and into her flowing juices. With tender slowness, he rubbed his hard cock over her lower lips, stroking back and forth, circling her engorged clit with the head of his cock. He entered her, and the muscles of her hot pussy clenched as he began a rocking motion. Seating his cock deeply, he withdrew almost to the point of disengaging then plunged back in slow and easy, hitting her G-spot and sending her closer and closer to completion. He made her feel exquisite. His movements gained in strength and speed, bringing her toward orgasm. Her release was sweet but powerful, and he followed her over the precipice into nirvana. He reached down and kissed her shoulder, pulling her closer as his imbedded cock twitched in her still-pulsing pussy. “Sleep, baby.”

* * * *

A powerful feeling of tenderness overcame him—tenderness and keen relief to have safely navigated the obstacles of the last two days.
I love this woman,
and I have for quite some time.

Chapter Sixteen

“Let’s go upstairs. We’re going to deal with this now,” Trent said menacingly as he strode off, clearly expecting her to follow obediently.

A tingle of dread traveled down Paula’s spine to her pussy.
Fun and games are one thing
,
but I’m not seriously into this discipline thing
. “Look, I’m sorry I upset your ‘waa’ in there. I just sort of found my fingers in my pussy—I didn’t mean anything by it,” she said as she trailed reluctantly after him into the suite. “Anyway, it was your fault. I’ve been frustrated as hell for the last two days!”

“Do you feel you bear any responsibility for what happened down there tonight? Or are you completely oblivious to the fact that your disregard for your friend’s legal obligations and your arrogance and selfishness were the consummate cause of this?”

“What do you mean? I didn’t cause this,” she stuttered, horrified.

“No? Relentlessly nagging to get your way, all for a little bit of gossip? Or was it for another more ‘professional’ reason? Not to mention masturbating while your friend was being punished. I find your callous disregard for Calleigh reprehensible. Come here.”

“No! Why?” She had a bad feeling about this.

“I am going to spank your ass.”

“You can’t do that!”

“I can and I will,” he said hotly. “Lay across my lap. You will either obey or use your safe word. Decide now. If you leave, you will just prove my point and your cowardice.”

“Calleigh signed the original confidentiality agreement, not me,” she whined.

“But you knew about it and continued to try to wheedle information out of her. Don’t bother to deny it. I overheard your conversation at Starbucks.”

“You! Then Calleigh’s punishment was your fault, not mine. You ratted her out.”

“So you continue to deny responsibility? I think you need some responsibility applied to your butt with the palm of my hand. Don’t keep me waiting, Paula. If I have to come over there and get you, I will double your punishment. You will take responsibility for your part in this now.”