Page 7 of Royal Hacker

Guilt washed over me. I shouldn’t have let her come to the play area. It was all selfishness. I should’ve put her in the car with Bridget, but I’d wanted a night with her.

I called Brock over and told him the scene I wanted. While he worked on getting it ready, I pulled Patty in closer and nestled my head against her neck. Her vanilla scent wafted over me, and I breathed it in. The whisper of my breath along her neck made her shiver.

“Neal said ‘sting’ earlier. You’re not going to do to me what Doug was doing to that girl earlier, are you? I don’t know if I can handle that,” Patty said.

“I will not use a whip on you. I don’t think you’ll ever be a person that wants to be whipped. I think you’ll have more enjoyment being tied down, and then I can have you at my mercy.”

I moved my hands up to cup her breasts. Her nipples pebbled underneath my touch. Her breasts were so soft, and I knew she could feel the warmth of my hands through her top. “Stop,” Patty half protested as I played with her breasts.

“Patty, I want you to listen. If anything makes you scared, you need to say the word ‘red.’ Everything will stop, and we will figure out what went wrong.” I wanted to ensure she understood what was about to happen before we went into the scene.

We were standing in front of the black leather spanking bench. The thought of Patty’s round ass on display was making my dick hard. “Master Brock, I need you to lower the front a few more inches. Please.” While telling Brock what to do, I continued to stroke the underside of Patty’s breasts.

“Patty, I need you to climb up there and bend over.” When she hesitated, I swatted her ass, which made her scramble toward the bench. She was also grumbling as she walked up and bent over it.

I walked up, gently put my hand between her shoulders, and pushed her down. Patty had her arms crossed under her breasts. I pulled her arms out to the side, so she was on the bench. I strapped each of Patty’s wrists in leather cuffs attached to the side of the spanking bench.

I slowly dragged my finger along the hem then raised the dress to show her beautiful, luscious ass. Her pink G-string was more like a piece of thread. Everybody who had gathered around could see her pussy.

“This will be quick, and then you’ll be done.”

I walked over to the wall next to the spanking bench. Whips, paddles, and floggers were lined up alongside it. I picked a paddle the size of my hand.

“So this will be the first time you’ve been disciplined. I will not put any restrictions on you. You can scream and yell all you want, but remember: don’t cuss at your master or any other Dom. If it becomes too much, say your safe word, ‘red.’

“I’m going to begin your discipline. I think this ass is so lovely. What do you think, Master Neal?” I slowly dragged my hand over Patty’s ass. I could feel she was about to say something. Before Neal could comment, I started her discipline.

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Patty

I was aboutto cuss Neal out again if he opened his mouth and said anything to Sam’s remarks. Then—wham, wham, wham—Sam hit me three times in quick succession. “Oh shit, that hurts.” Tears formed in my eyes from the pain that seared my skin. All I wanted to do was scream at the top of my lungs.

“Pleeease,” I pleaded with Sam and Neal. It hurt so bad.

Sam slowly ran his hand over my tender ass. “If you relax, it won’t hurt as bad.”

“Why don’t I paddle your ass and see how bad—”

Wham, wham.Sam cut me off with two more swats.

“It’s only going to be ten total, and we can put this behind us. You’ve already taken five. You’re halfway there.” Sam continued to run his hand over my ass while he was talking. Then his hand started to slip lower. I tried to squirm out of his way, but he dragged his hand through my folds. “You are so wet, Patty. Do you like what I’m doing to you?” Sam did five quick swats in succession. “All done, my little pixie.”

When those words came out of his mouth, all I wanted to do was cry. I felt so sorry for what I had done today. I hurt my sister and ended up yelling at my best friend.

Sam ran his hand over my ass a few more times before removing the restraints around my wrists. Then Sam had me in his arms. He walked toward the couches as I sobbed into his chest. I could also sense Neal was close to us.

“Neal… I’m sooo”—hiccup—“sorry I disrespected… you.” My voice came out so weak between sobs.

“I know, my little hacker. All is forgiven.”

When Sam sat down on the couch, he flipped me over and looked at my butt, which was more humiliating than anything. “Looks just pink and plump, the way I like.” He then leaned down and gave me a kiss on my ass. Before I knew what was happening, he flipped me back over, so I was cradled in his arms. “Patty, I know you said sorry to Neal, but I think you need to give him a proper apology.”

Neal had come over to where we were sitting. I could tell he was concerned. I believe that the punishment was as hard for him as it was for me.

I climbed off Sam’s lap onto the floor, wiping my face as I kneeled. “I’m sorry I disrespected and yelled at you, Neal. It took me by surprise, you being here. I understand this is somewhere that needs to be treated with respect.”

“That’s good enough for me, Sam. She sounds like she’s sorry. I would like a hug from my girl. Is that okay with you, Sam?” Neal asked.

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