Page 20 of Daddy's Rule

"So it's going well then?" I asked, noting the chemistry between them.

"This is our first meeting," Theo informed me. "We signed contracts and discussed limits over dinner, and then we decided to come here because Miss Erin has been very naughty this week. She didn't study for her anatomy quiz and she got a D."

"Oh, so you'll be providing the entertainment for tonight, then," Bain quipped, rubbing his hands together in anticipation. "Most excellent."

Erin looked horrified and nervous at this proclamation and I rolled my eyes at Bain. He was a sadist and a voyeur and he tended to forget that not everyone shared his same passions.

"Don't be such an ass, Bain. Leave her alone."

I was rewarded for my defense of the younger girl with a sharp pinch to my upper thigh and a warning look from Bas that sent a ripple of chuckles around the table, pissing me off.

"Dick," I muttered under my breath.

Bas leaned in close to my ear and whispered something that sent a chill through my body. "Keep it up and you'll be the entertainment. One more mumbled insult or snide remark and I'll rip that dress off you, strap you to the nearest bench, and whip you with my belt until you are crying for mercy. In front of everyone. Is that what you want?"

It was what part of me wanted, but a much larger part wanted to get out of there tonight still on a level playing field and able to walk without wincing with every step. I gulped hard, and looked up at him, my eyes meeting his. "No, Daddy, I'm sorry."

"We'll talk about it later," he answered. "In the meantime, I think you've had quite enough whiskey already."

Before I could protest, he grabbed my drink and handed it off to a passing server, replacing it with a bottle of water. I didn't have to look up at Theo, Lennon, Bain and Archer to know they were smirking at this new chain of events. It desperately made me want to cuss at them again, but I thought better of it, twisting the cap off the bottle of water and taking a long swig until the urge passed.

When I set it down Lennon leaned across the table and grabbed my hand with his. "It's really good to have you back, Nyla, and good to see Bas taking care of you again, the way he always has."

His kind and truthful words made me blush with embarrassment. I was so worried about appearances and being seen as an equal, I tended to forget that these guys were my closest friends, cared for me deeply, and only wanted the best for me.

I squeezed his hand in response. "Thanks, Lenny," I teased, pulling out a nickname I hadn't used in years. "It's good to be back."

"Ugh. So much mush. Pretty soon someone's gonna start cutting onions," Theo grumbled. "C'mon, babe," he said to Erin, lifting her off his lap and setting her on her feet. "Let's go talk about that quiz and give these softies something to watch before they go full feelings-fest on us."

His joking seemed to relax the nervous girl, and she allowed him to lead her to a spanking bench nearby without any of the earlier hesitation. We all watched in silence as he stripped her down to a barely-there strapless bra and silky black g-string and secured her to the leather bench, binding her wrists and ankles with the leather cuffs.

There was something mesmerizing about watching someone prepare for any kind of play, but especially a punishment scene. The disciplinary aspect added an air of taboo, a hum of dread, and a nip of excitement. And Theo, nerd that he was, as a Dom was a thrill to watch. He'd always had a smooth, confident ease about him that was unmatched, and observing him now, I could see that had only gotten better with age.

"Why is Theo so fun to watch?" Archer marveled beside me, echoing my silent sentiment.

Theo made a show of walking in front of the bench and whipping off his belt in one fluid motion while Erin watched before pulling a satin blindfold from his pants pocket and slipping it over her head, blocking her view. He looked at us and wiggled his brows before spinning the bench around and locking it into place with Erin facing us, so we would have a front row seat to every moan and whimper. A crowd was starting to gather, mostly regulars who were already well familiar with Theo's prowess and showmastery.

While we stared ahead, Bas wrapped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me close, resting his other hand just inside the hem of my little black dress, creeping along the skin of my inner thigh, making me hyper-aware of his presence. My bottom clenched involuntarily, and my pussy ached with arousal, even though sex between us was not part of our current arrangement. That was the hardest part of this whole thing; that and not having the privacy to at least take the edge off with a battery-operated boyfriend from time to time.

Theo began the punishment scene then, leaning over her body to whisper in her ear. I could see his lips moving but couldn't quite make out the words he was saying. I heard her answer though, her whispered "yes, Daddy," a split second before Theo shifted and brought his hand down across the fleshiest part of her ass in a satisfying smack. He did it again and again, each swat falling on flesh that darkened slightly with each fresh spank, eliciting a soft cry of pain from between her perfectly shaped lips.

It was intoxicating to watch, and so perfectly executed it was almost unbearable. I leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes, pressing my legs together.

"Watch," Bas whispered sternly, pinching the flesh of my upper thigh once more.

I'd have a bruise there in the morning if he didn't knock it off. I pried my eyes open just in time to see Theo’s thick leather belt fly through the air toward its intended target, and Erin's whole body jerk when the first lash of leather hit. Her cry pierced the air, only heard by those closest to her over the noise of the club.

The leather lashed her skin, leaving pink stripes across her ass that Theo criss-crossed into a beautiful lattice pattern. I was torn between watching the welts pop up on her pale skin and her face as she reacted to the pain. I did both, my gaze flashing from her ass to her face and back again. Her face contorted each time he struck, her lips parting as she cried out, her eyes filling with unshed tears, and the song of regret playing on her features. She hadn't known exactly what she was getting herself into when she signed up for her very own Rent-A-Daddy, but she was learning. I could relate. Finally it was over and Theo unstrapped her, gathering her into his arms and carrying her into one of the aftercare rooms. As I watched my whole body ached as if I had been the one tied to the bench getting my ass whipped with a belt, and I was a little sad that I hadn't.

"That was intense," Bas whispered, leaning closer.

I nodded, wetting my lips with the tip of my tongue.

"Jealous?" Bas asked.

I nodded.

He held out his hand. "C'mon, let's go have a little show of our own.”

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