Page 15 of Desire and Discipline
“You will take the lead this evening. I will be the voice in your ear, assisting and guiding you, but this will be a passing of the reins. I can see much potential in you, and I do not think you will need me for long… but as I am more experienced in this venue, I am at your service.”
“Thank you,” Priscilla murmured, resolving at that momentnotto cause a fuss about the bulge at the front of Joseph’s smalls.
“Tell him to get into the position you want him. I recommend bent over the couch if you would like to spank him or standing braced against the wall if you would like to use the flogger.”
Although her fingers twitched at the mention of the flogger, which she was very interested in, Priscilla did not feel ready to jump immediately to such an implement when she’d never held one, much less swung one. But she needed to do something. Say something. And Joseph was standing there waiting.
She cleared her throat.
“Joseph, I want you to place yourself over the couch… for… and prepare yourself to be disciplined.” She was amazed her voice did not squeak but hated the way she sounded so uncertain.
“Yes, my Lady,” he said, turning to move toward the couch.
The feeling of power, of control, that filled her made her entire body throb as she watched in surprise.
“He has always refused to call me ‘my Lady,’” Catherine murmured in her ear. “And he has never begun one of our sessions aroused. In case you were wondering.”
Priscilla had been. The thrill that went through her at Catherine’s words was one of pure excitement.
Joseph
He could not hear what Lady Cross was whispering in Priscilla’s ear, no matter how he strained his. It felt as if his heart was pounding in his chest so hard, he could feel the beating against his skin.
While the guilt of his secret no longer dogged him, shame still did. Not shame from his desires, though there was some of that mixed in, but shame because Priscilla had been utterly correct in all of her statements, as had Lady Cross. Joseph did not like to think himself the kind of man who could be easily swayed by the opinions of others, but he had to face the fact he had been swayed by his assumptions of their opinions, which was even more embarrassing.
Yes, many men would consider his desires unnatural… but those closest to him had never given him any indication they looked down upon the other men in the Society who had the same desires. He’d kept his secrets out of fear rather than giving any of them, including Priscilla, the chance to accept him.
Some of that fear lingered, as did his aversion to the idea of Priscilla being part of these endeavors, but he also was honest enough to recognize how unreasonable that was. Especially since she had specifically stated her interests.
Wives are not supposed to…
But then, husbands were not supposed to want what he wanted, either. Now that the hypocrisy had been pointed out to him, he would not stand for it. He would find some way to work through it—for her sake and also for his.
Part of him liked Priscilla’s involvement very much, despite how his mind struggled. His cock was achingly hard, rubbing against the soft fabric still restricting it, aching for her touch. He had never had this kind of reaction to Lady Cross. He’d never even been this eager for Mrs. White when they’d been lovers.
Perhaps it was because he’d never seen Priscilla like this before. Perhaps it was because this side of her was so different from what he knew of her. It did not really matter why. All he knew was the effect it had on him was shocking.
As he bent over the couch, his backside facing the two women, his stiff erection rubbed against the arm, and he bit back a groan. Bracing his forearms on the seat of the couch, he took a deep breath for courage. He was not sure whether it helped or hindered that he could no longer see the two women.
“Very good,” Priscilla said, her voice a little higher than normal, a little uncertain, yet excited. It did not matter that she did not have the same confidence as Lady Cross; he still felt a large flush of warmth at her praise. His anticipation heightened, though he tried to push some of it back.
This was her first time. Even with Lady Cross guiding her, he should not expect too much from her. Yet that did nothing to dampen his rising excitement that it was Priscilla behind him. Now that he was mentally accepting her in that position, his reactions were growing in leaps and bounds.
There was a soft murmur of sound, then Priscilla cleared her throat.
“Bare your backside for me.” This time, her voice was not as high, though she still did not have the confidence of Lady Cross. His cock jerked against the arm of the couch. Reaching back with one hand, he bared his arse, wondering what she was thinking… how she was reacting.
Not being able to see her expressions was a blessing and a curse.
“We are going to start with a spanking.” A soft husk had entered her tone, one he’d heard often in the bedroom when she was aroused, which of course made his own arousal surge. She also sounded more confident now, surer of herself.
The soft shush of her skirts against the carpet approached, the fabric brushing against his legs as she came to stand beside him. He turned his head, trying to see more of her, but in this position, he could not see much more than her face unless he twisted fully around.
A soft hand came to rest on his buttocks, stroking them, and he let his head drop back down with a sigh at her touch. She rubbed her palm across his skin before lifting it again.
The sharp crack with which she brought it down made him jerk in surprise.
“You should have talked to me.”
