Page 50 of Relentless Dominance

Oh! I’ve really screwed up this time!

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Kayla,my disobedient girl.Julian closed his eyes and focused on getting in the right frame of mind for the task ahead of him. It was only a matter of time before she slipped up and used Martin’s name. He expected them to take the next step on their path. Punishment was a large part of the BDSM lifestyle. Of course, Julian and Kayla weren’t that strict when it came to all the rules. But that was at home, stepping into this club was a game changer. It wasn’t as if she had broken one of Julian’s rules. She broke the Master’s rule. One that was non-negotiable. Now Julian had to prove just how serious he was in exploring this lifestyle.

As he selected a leather strap to use, Martin brought Kayla to the bench and prepared her for her chastisement. He spoke low and calmly to her. While Julian prepared himself for what was next, Martin was preparing Kayla, giving her directions and explaining what she could expect. Julian chose the thick, black belt. It was long enough for him to wrap around his hand. He wanted to make sure he had a handle on the strap. He needed absolute control. His goal was not to scar her or cause her any unnecessary pain. He’d practiced swinging it, and Martin had instructed him on where and how to strike a submissive when Julian had studied under him before. Julian never thought he’d be using the technique on Kayla.

Should I stop this?

“Julian,” Martin called. “Your sub is ready.”

“What?” Julian turned to find Kayla bent over the bench, waiting for him. She’d left her thong on. That would work.

Moving closer to them, he wrapped the belt around his knuckles, leaving enough slack to adequately strike her. Why had he ever thought bringing her there was a good idea? She wasn’t experienced enough for such an environment. She hadn’t protested. She took the position like a good sub should.

“Julian,” Martin called his name again as he stared intently into his eyes. “Don’t keep her waiting too long.”

Martin was right. It wouldn’t be fair to her. She was nervous, anxious, and probably humiliated. Julian nodded, but he was the one who had put her in this situation. Maybe she would safe word and put them both out of their misery.

“If you don’t have any objections, I’d like to stay close to Kayla,” Martin said. “Guide her through this. She has never been in this situation before. I’m here for you both, but you already know what you’re doing.”

Do I?This wasn’t the way he had envisioned the evening to go. He brought her there to connect and forget about the awful week he’d been having. He agreed to allow Martin to please her as a way to spice things up. Julian specifically asked that there be no strict rules in place tonight. The only rule she couldn’t break, she broke.

“That’s a good idea.” Julian moved toward the bench, noting Kayla shivering beneath him. Was she cold? Anxious?

Martin motioned for Julian to come closer as he knelt by Kayla’s face. “State why you’re punishing her and what the punishment will be,” he said. “Make sure she understands.”

“Kayla.” Julian stepped forward. “You disrespected Master M in his playroom. His direction was for you not to use his name. There is a consequence for disobeying him.” He tightened the grip on the belt. “I’m going to strike you five times.”

“Okay,” she whispered.

“Give me a color.” He wanted more than anything for her to say red. He could take her home and they could forget about this whole night. Some Dom he made. He couldn’t find the strength do punish her.

“Don’t hesitate, Kayla,” Martin said. “Answer him.”

“Green,” she said.

“Are you sure?” Julian wanted to give her an opportunity to back out. He didn’t care how he appeared in front of Martin. Kayla was his only priority.

“I need to be held accountable for my actions. I knew the rules, and I didn’t follow them. You need to punish me.”

She was giving him permission to do this. She was a strong woman. What had he done to deserve her?

“Five,” Julian reminded her. “No more, no less.”

“I’ll count,” Martin said. “Remember not to strike her anywhere but her cheeks.”

Julian focused on Kayla’s backside as he drew his arm back and brought the strap down on her backside. The smack of the leather hitting her flesh echoed through the room. When she jumped, he thought maybe he should soften the next blow.

“One.” Martin’s voice pierced through him.

Julian raised his arm and delivered another swift blow, but when Kayla yelped he wondered if he would be able to continue. He stopped and studied her flesh. He hadn’t hit her hard enough for it to turn red.

“Two.” Martin’s gaze connected with Julian’s, challenging him to finish.

When Julian went for the third strike, Kayla jerked her hand to cover her backside. That was instinctual. Just as Julian brought back the strap to stop his motion, Martin grabbed her wrist.

“The control you’re exercising is impressive, Julian,” he said as he gathered both of her wrists in his grip. “Kayla, your instruction was to stay still. You wouldn’t want the belt to catch the back of your hand or your arm. That would cause you unnecessary pain. None of us want that.”

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