Page 64 of The Secret Club
“Yes, I think so,” I smile into his dark blue eyes and notice his clean-shaven face, his greying eyebrows and a small scar under his left eye. His face looks stern along with his demeanour. He’s sitting straight and rigid next to me despite just perching what should look causally next to me.
“I am going to use a number of instruments on you today. Please rest assured, I have many years of experience using them and can read reactions to gauge limits. I expect you will react in ways I’m familiar with but as always, use your safe word if you feel the need. Are you ready?”
“Yes, I think I’m ready sir,” I reply, almost like I’m speaking to a schoolteacher. His smile reaches his eyes, and they almost look like they glimmer.
“Indeed, you can call me Sir for our scene here today. Hearing it from your lips pleases me immensely. Let’s get you in position then.” He reaches for my hand to help me off the bed and leads me over to the bench.
“Yes Sir,” I say, trying to be everything that pleases him.
“Kneel on here please, one leg on either side and straddle your body over the top, I would like to start with your beautiful behind.”
I do as David instructs, placing my knees on the padded benches on either side, then lean my body over the padded tabletop onto my forearms in a bracing position. I feel stable and supported with plenty of space for my knees on the wide benches, but also exposed, my arse spread open slightly and my breasts hanging freely.
“Look at that pretty arse Tom, doesn’t it just scream to be reddened like our specially made bench here?”
I turn my head towards Tom who slowly nods his agreement. Him watching me in this position should feel unnerving, but instead his dark brooding eyes set me alight before David has done anything to me. I wonder for a minute whether I’m into people watching me. I must be, or is it just Tom? Though I admit the idea of the other men watching from behind the glass only adds to the building heat.
I feel David’s warm hand rub over my butt cheeks from the tops of my thighs to the small of my back and then down again. After a couple of strokes, his hand edges towards my inner cheeks and rubs from the small of my back, down between my cheeks and his fingers graze my pussy lips. I suck in a breath.Is he going to touch me properly there?His hand stops and he runs one long finger through my folds before pulling it away.
“I think you’re already enjoying being open and on display for me, Roxy.”
“Yes Sir,” I admit honestly.
“Open your legs wider on the bench please. Wider. I want to see your pussy wide open for me. Good girl, like that,” continues David as I carefully slide my legs to the edge of each bench. “I want to feel your flesh under my palms first.”
Standing behind me, David lifts his right hand and slaps my left arse cheek which feels like a warm up strike. I brace my full body for the blow, every muscle locked in tight and ready but breathe out as I can easily tolerate the pressure of the slaps he begins to rain down on me. Gradually they begin to buildup, I hardly notice the difference in pressure with his clever, well positioned strikes until David lifts his right hand and slaps my left arse cheek with such force, I almost front roll off the spanking bench. The pain sears through me, feeling like I’ve just been branded with a hot iron, not one man’s palm. He moves to the side and slaps me just as hard on my right arse cheek. This time I’m more prepared for the impact and try to stay where I am, anchoring myself heavier on my knees and forearms. I can feel his handprint ablaze on my cheek. His hand must be sore too, the noise alone was loud enough.
David runs his knuckles over where he’s just slapped me, “Pinking up perfectly Roxy, you should see it. Tom, look how lovely her skin blooms,” says David who sounds pleased.
“A couple more should do the trick,” David raises his hand and lets it fly, the hand hitting with such ferocity, I can’t hold myself in place.
I can’t hold still, jerking forward as I squeal, “Ouch,” unable to keep it in. This seems to spur him on, he hits me hard, on both my cheeks two more times. The burning is evoking a fight or flight reaction in me and between trying not to scream, I’m trying to fight my body to stay exactly where David told me to stay.
My body is smarting, but the slapping has stopped. I raise my head from where it’s hanging low over my forearms and look around to see what David is doing now. David is bent down behind me—my backside is lower than his eye level. He places both hands on my cheeks and rubs them up and down my burning skin. His hands feel nice, they’re gentle. He’s very close to my centre, I suddenly feel very exposed and self-conscious. I dare not move though; his gentle caresses seem to indicate his sincere enjoyment of the moment.
Standing, I hear him move to his open suitcase and pick something up. “This one will have a different impact feeling, Roxy. I wonder which one you will prefer.”
I hear something move through the air before I feel a flat wooden paddle slap my arse cheek in one quick blow. I lower my head and suck in a deep breath. I’m not sure if it hurts more than his hand because it’s wood or because my arse cheeks were already burning hot, but this is a lot of heat focused in one spot. Moving from left to right, David does not hold back on paddling my backside. Sometimes in the same spot, sometimes just under my arse cheeks. I can’t help myself; my body moves involuntarily after each painful slap. These slaps are bruising. I feel like their impact is hitting on a deeper level, each one building on an intensity—demolishing a pain threshold I thought I had and reaching new levels I’ve never experienced before.
When the blows stop, I try and collect myself. Can’t be much more.
“Stunning, Roxy. Your arse is a deep red and purpling now. One last set with my crop here and your bottom will be done for now. Can you take the crop for me, Roxy?” he asks me sternly.
“Y-yes Sir,” I croak out, “If it pleases you.”
“It will please me a great deal, Roxy. You are doing so well. We are going to build up your taps. Here we go.”
I hear a swoosh before my head has got around what is about to happen. Lightning strikes me just below my right arse cheek and I actually howl. David waits a beat for me to recover my senses before I hear the swoosh again and the lightning pain hits my opposite cheek.
“Shhhh, my good girl, a couple more taps and you are going to be floating.”
I don’t have time to look at him before the next strike hits me square on my arse cheek, then another and another. Black spots begin to fill my vision, and the pain begins to merge into one hot fiery beast, a pulse is raging from my arse cheeks, but the pain is subsiding into a feeling of numbness. I’m no longerhowling at the lightning strikes; silent tears are running down my face but my body is still, pliant, obedient to the punishment raining down upon it. My head clears slightly and my body begins to feel light, floaty. The whipping noise of the crop has stopped, I realise the impact has stopped too. David has walked around to the other side of the table; he lifts my tear-streaked face from where it’s now resting on my forearms and looks into my eyes.
I see satisfaction in his eyes and a hint of hunger as his dark blue eyes stare back at me. “I have one more thing planned for you Roxy, can you stand?”
My body is shaking but he helps me unfold myself back onto my knees and then holds out a hand so I can steady myself as I stand up. David leads me over to the large wooden X in front of my bed, positioning me in front of it, facing the room. “Hold up your arms to each corner, Roxy.”
I do as he says and watch as he buckles my wrists into the leather straps.
