Page 2 of Loving Luna

As I approached Maureen, her gaze bounced between me and to where Drake stood, and for a dreadful moment, I expected her to have questions. I’m sure she did, but she didn’t push.

I smiled when I reached her and raised my brows. She definitely looked frazzled and out of sorts, which was out of character for her. “Hey, chica. You okay?”

Maureen just gave a slight shake of her head and immediately slipped into her Domme persona, setting aside our usual friendly banter with five little words. “It’s Mistress Maureen to you.”

My eyebrows raised to my hairline, and I let out a low whistle. She wasn’t one to insist on protocol straight out of the gate. At least not with me. We’d usually chat like friends while she set the scene up.

But as quickly as she’d slipped into her role, I slipped into mine. With a curt nod meant to communicate that I needed this level of severity as much as she did, I lowered my gaze to the floor. “Yes, Mistress Maureen. I’m sorry.”

Stepping forward to close the space between us, she grabbed my chin between her fingers and pulled my face upward until my eyes met hers.

My breath caught and Drake's presence was instantly forgotten as I quickly shifted my mindset so that we would both get what we needed. We only had a short time, but I had a need deep inside me to make this a “real” scene.

Mistress Maureen held my attention, letting her gaze roam over my face in silent scrutiny before she spoke. Finally, she said, “What are your needs this afternoon? How are you feeling? Any boundaries I should know about?”

She already knew all my hard boundaries, but she was asking for what I wanted and/or couldn’t handle today, because those things were fluid and could change daily, or even hourly.

I let my shoulders rise and fall in a shrug and Maureen clicked her tongue. “I see you’re in a bit of a bratty mood today, Miss Luna, aren’t you?”

Again, I shrugged, and watched with sinking dread as a wicked smile spread slowly across Maureen’s face.

“Well, that’s just fine, then. Because as it turns out, I’m in the mood to tame a brat.”

My eyes widened, and before I had a chance to say or do anything else, she moved her grasp from my chin to my shoulders, whirled me around and laid down a volley of hard smacks against my bare ass. I was too stunned to move, and Maureen just kept going, spanking until I was whimpering, and I knew my ass cheeks were starting to pinken.

That action, combined with her earlier declaration, should have scared me, maybe, but it didn’t. It surprised me, because Maureen was acting so differently than she usually would but it didn’t cause warning bells to go off in my head or anything.

Instead I was intrigued. And maybe a little bit excited.

She turned me again and forced me onto my knees in front of her and my panties instantly grew damp.

Maureen was never this harsh and demanding. I liked it.

I looked up at my friend with wide eyes, unable to stop the slight tremble that ran up my spine. It wasn’t fear, though, it was excitement.

“Address your Mistress properly,” Maureen scolded. “And when I ask you a question, answer with words.”

I gave another quick nod of understanding, and followed it with, “Yes, Mistress Maureen. I’m extremely sorry for my brattiness. Please punish me for my mistakes.”

The sigh of relief she gave at my quick acquiescence made me resolve to check in with her in a few days to find out what was going on. But also, they had me heaving a sigh of relief as I exhaled a breath I hadn’t known I was holding. I truly neededthis. Not just the control, and the freedom of who I was in my submissive role, but the back and forth, the give and take, the deep submission and trust, and yes, even the bratting.

“I will punish you,” she agreed sharply. “On your feet.”

I quickly did as I was told and jumped to my feet in front of her.

I always wore as little as possible, and had a bit of an exhibitionist streak, but Maureen wasn’t like most of the Dominants I played with. She never required full nudity. So when she looked me up and down and commanded that I strip… needless to say, I was a little surprised.

But, I quickly obeyed.

“Come.” She grabbed my hand and pulled me across the room to a sturdy spanking bench that just so happened to face the door where Drake was standing guard.

Fuck.

I couldn’t help the gasp that escaped when I realized her intention. My eyes went wide and I looked between the two of them, my stomach sinking at Maureen’s expectant expression.

Was she really going to do this to me? On today, of all days?

The answer was: Yes, yes, she was.

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