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Lukas brought the belt down hard in rapid succession on Melinda’s ass, careful to strike the fleshy part and give it an extra sting. He could hear people around the club chuckling as Melinda did indeed sob loudly.

Timothy just smiled. “Three more please, Lukas. Tops of her thighs.”

He took it a little slower this time to keep Melinda off balance and was on the third when he saw the movement over Timothy’s shoulder in the darkest shadow of the club, near the little cove that housed the emergency exit door.

Someone was watching from there. Someone who didn’t want to be seen.

Melinda was crying hard now. She’d obviously not expected to be apologizing and looking her Dom in the face while being spanked, disconcerting and so very personal.

“I like watching your face ball up every time the belt strikes your skin,” Timothy said, still sitting back in the chair and forcing her to look at him. “Do you think you’ve learned your lesson?”

“Yes, sir.” Melinda nodded enthusiastically.

Timothy reached over and kissed her tenderly before standing. “We are just getting started. But I will allow you to suck my cock before Lukas spanks you again. He’s really good at it, isn’t he?”

Lukas chuckled, waiting patiently while Melinda struggled to get Timothy released from his pants, not an easy feat with how she was bound. Once she did, Timothy had no qualms about grabbing her hair and holding her face back so he could fuck it at whatever speed and depth he desired. He used her that way for a few minutes, much to the crowd’s delight, before sliding out of her mouth.

“Another ten, at your pleasure, Lukas. Hard.” Timothy readjusted himself back into his pants. “I want her begging for mercy every time my balls hit that ass in a few minutes. To remember this every time she sits down for days. Then I’ll take the belt back over.”

“My pleasure, Timothy.” Lukas brought the belt down against the woman’s flesh over and over, listening to her count and apologize to her master between strokes. But his eyes kept drifting to the small form in the dark, watching the scene so intensely.

At the end of the tenth lash, Timothy untied Melinda so she could turn and thank Lukas by bowing at his feet. He almost felt sorry for her as Timothy got a switch out and led her over to the spanking bench. The thin, stick-like device wouldn’t do as much damage as the belt, but it would sting like hell against her already reddened flesh.

It was going to be a long night for poor Melinda.

But for right now, Lukas was more interested in finding out who was over in the corner hiding in the dark.

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