My hands gripped the bathroom counter like my life depended on it, my very sore ass pressed into the sharp edge of that same counter, which hurt. I'd just taken a bunch with the Wicked One, Hatch's thick leather belt. I'd deserved it, I'd been bad, gotten another speeding ticket, and Hatch hadn't been happy about it. I was due for another spanking with the Wicked One after dinner. Hatch had sent me and my dear friend Lucy to the downstairs bathroom to get me cleaned up and presentable for dinner. I should've been on my best behavior...
Instead, Lucy's tongue was buried in my pussy, her on her knees in front of me. I was never, ever allowed to come without permission. I'd given myself to Hatch, and the very first rule was he controlled my orgasms. He owned me. I'd already come twice, once on her fingers and then, a moment ago, on her tongue. Who knew Lucy could lick pussy like this??
The wickedness of it, the wondering what Hatch would do for such a huge offense, turned me on beyond belief.
Maybe I'll get away with it.
That made it more exciting, but would I really not tell him? Being naughty, I was good at that, but this seemed to be whole different level.
Her tongue moved back up to my clit and she roughly pushed two fingers into my pussy.
Fuck.
I was about to come again. And really, if you've robbed two banks, are you really in all that much more trouble if you rob another? Would a third orgasm really make a difference?
I moaned, a wicked, naughty orgasm rippling through me, as the door opened. Of course it had to be Hatch, not Carla or Drake (who had both watched me get my ass whipped, bare assed, my pussy dripping). I reached my hand out, so he'd hold it as I came, but he just stood there, staring at me, then looking down at Luce, then back up with me, not believing exactly how horrible his little sub was being. I'd never broken this rule before.
Finally, my clit too sensitive, I managed to push Luce away. She sat back on the floor with the biggest shit-eating grin on her face, streaks of my wetness all over that same pretty face.
Quietly, Hatch said, "What the fuck." It sounded like he was talking more to himself than me or Luce.
I said, "I tried to stop her." It came out in a whisper, and didn't sound all that convincing. Well, maybe a tiny bit I had tried to stop her, so I wasn't really lying. Though I hadn't tried all that hard, and not at all after that lovely tongue touched my clit. After a spanking like that, I was super-submissive, that was really my only defense. I felt like needed a lawyer, a famous one.
Hatch turned and walked away, leaving the door open.
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I stood in the corner of the living room, still naked, ass still hurting from the first round with the Wicked One. Drake, Carla's boyfriend and sub, was standing in the other corner, his ass also a mess, though he hadn't done anything wrong since his spanking. Hatch was outside, taking a walk. I'd never seen him this pissed off, and now that I'd come down from my orgasms, I was scared. Scared of what my punishment was going to be, but also scared that I'd hurt him, that I'd hurt what we had, which was the most precious, wonderful thing I've ever had. Fuck. The longer I was in the corner, the more worthless I felt.
Finally, after what felt like forever, the back door opened. I was hoping it was Hatch, hoping he'd come back in and whip me with his wicked belt until I cried and cried and cried and he forgave me. I wanted it and needed it to hurt. Instead, it was Carla. She touched my shoulder, gently eased me out of the corner.
"Go talk to him," she said. She took off her jacket and draped it over my shoulders, then guided me towards the kitchen and the back door. She even opened the door for me, and gave me a little nudge. Walking across the patio, my legs wooden, it seemed like taking a hard session with his belt would be a lot easier than talking to him.
Christ, how could I be so stupid?
Her jacket only half covered my ass, and it was chilly out. At the edge of the patio, I stopped, searching for him. He was out past the big tree, near the garden. It took all the courage I had to walk across the lawn to him.
When I got close, I kneeled down, not saying a word. Tears ran down my face, and I wiped them away. I could not lose Hatch. Fuck.
My head down, I waited and waited, my heart dying. After an unbearable eternity, he said, "Baby..."
"I'm sorry."
He walked over and ran his fingers through my hair. I reached out and touched his thigh through his jeans. I told him I was sorry again.
"Carla says it was mostly my fault. She asked me what I thought was going to happen when I sent you to the bathroom with Luce, as turned on as you both were."
I looked up at him. "What did you expect to happen?"
"Well, mostly I thought nothing would happen, that we'd go to dinner. But maybe I thought your tongue might be in her. That's what I was expecting when I heard the moaning..."
"So that would've been okay?"
"Oh, I would've spanked you for it. And her too." He smiled, but it was bittersweet.
He pulled me up, then wrapped his arms around me. A hug has never, in the history of the world, ever felt so good. Crying with relief, I wrapped my arms around him, ignoring the jacket falling off and the chill in the air. He held me tight, then kissed me.
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We ordered in, Vietnamese from a little place Hatch and I both really liked. Not that I ate all that much. Kneeling at one end of the coffee table, I tried to stay in perfect position, resting on my haunches, toes curled under, hands on my thighs, back straight. With my roasted ass, it was far from comfortable, and I knew it was going to get worse before the night was over.
Drake was at the opposite end of the coffee table, naked and kneeling like I was, the coffee table blocking my view of his cock. I briefly made eye contact with him; I didn't know him that well-Carla hadn't been dating/owning him very long-but in that one brief look, I knew he understood me in a way only another sub could. Despite my ass hurting, despite what was coming, despite my emotions being a slaughtered mess, my pussy was still wet and dripping. It wanted another spanking, wanted to feel Lucy's tongue again, wanted to taste Lucy's pussy, wanted Hatch to fuck my raw ass while everyone watched, and yes, it even wanted a taste of Drake's cock. It was humming and mad with desire, filling my body with it. I knew Drake understood all of that, that his cock felt the same way.
Occasionally Hatch would reach over, feed me a bit of his noodle bowl with his fingers, or give me a bite of a spring roll. Unlike my pussy, my stomach was as scared as a rabbit surrounded by wolves, so I wasn't exactly hungry. Saying no wasn't exactly an option, either. Lucy reached over, slipped some noodles into my mouth, giggling as they slipped down my chin and she cleaned them up with her finger. Like a good girl, I licked her finger clean, then looked over to see Drake watching, a cool little smile on his face.
Suddenly dinner was over. Without being told, Drake started to clean up, and I stood up to help. Hatch stopped me. "Pet, go to the chair." A jolt of adrenaline shot through me, like being hit with a bucket of ice water, and the little rabbit inside of me looked for a place to run, a place to hide. My heart hammering in my chest, I lowered myself back down to my knees and crawled to the chair. Like I was in a trance, I slowly stood up and then draped myself over it. It was always the weirdest feeling, bending over the chair, knowing I'd be crying hard before I stood up, knowing what I was about to endure. And I was guessing this was going to be worse than any of the times before...
An eternity seemed to pass, maybe five minutes, while the food was cleaned up and I waited, my heart never slowing down, my skin moist with my nervousness, my fear. Hatch knew what he was doing, he knew the anticipation was as bad as the actual, well almost as bad.
Finally he walked past me, went to his closet and came back with a clear paddle.
Jesus.
It was thick plastic with holes in it, and it hurt. It maybe wasn't quite as bad as the belt, but the next day after it was hell. The sight of it even tamed my pussy, though not much.
Hatch put the paddle on the floor in front of me, then dropped the belt next to it. He asked, "Baby, do you need to be restrained?"
I thought about that, but I knew it would please him more if I held my position. "No, Sir."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, Sir."
With no warning, his hand cracked into my ass. Fuck. I almost let go, almost stood up. I did cry out, cause it fucking hurt, on top of the earlier session with the belt. He gave me a dozen on each cheek, hard and fast, and by the end, my eyes were already filled with tears.
He said, "Lucy, since you got my pet in trouble, I think you should start. A dozen with the paddle, good and hard."
I looked behind me, past the chair. Carla and Lucy were sitting on the couch, Drake kneeling next to Carla. Yes, I did notice his cock was rock hard and pointing towards the ceiling, but my mind had other things to worry about. And just like the first spanking, I knew they had the best seats possible to see my ass and my wet, naughty pussy.
With a funny little smirk on her face, Lucy stood up. She didn't look all that guilty about getting me in trouble, in fact she looked like she was having the time of her life. She walked past me, picked up the paddle, tested it in her hands, then walked behind me.
Oh shit.
Hatch said, "Pet, ask Luce to give you three, to test out the paddle. Show her how you arch up, how good of a girl you can be."
I arched up, straining up on my toes. "Lucy, please give me three with the paddle."
Crack.
It wasn't even a good one, and it hurt against my bruised cheeks.
Hatch said, "You want it to hit flat, across her cheeks, like this." I felt the paddle press into my ass, then Hatch's fingers. "Anywhere from here to here is good." I wasn't sure anything could get more humiliating than my boyfriend showing my BFF how to spank me properly.
Crack. CRACK.
Yes, she'd definitely figured it out. I said, "Thank you, Ma'am."
Hatch said, "See how wet she is, then we'll see how wet she is when you"re done."
Luce's fingers pressed into my pussy. "Damn, she's as wet as when I was licking her."
Even though she was about to spank me, I gave her a dirty look over my shoulder. She gave me the damnedest saccharin-sweet smile back.
Hatch told her to have me clean them off, and she did. Even though I was mad at her, I sucked them good. "Good girl," she said. She was enjoying this way too much.
Hatch said, "Okay, give her twelve good ones with the paddle. You want to wait 20 to 30 seconds in between each one." Like a giddy school girl, she moved behind me. I knew what was coming, that it was going to hurt, that I deserved it. Needed it.
Crack. Crack. CRACK.
Hatch interrupted her. "Luce, it looks like you're getting hot spanking her like that. I think you should take off your clothes. We wouldn't want them to get sweaty or anything."
Carla said, "He's right, that would be a shame."
Even though my ass was burning, I could feel the importance of the moment, the weight of it. Would she do what he said? Hatch wasn't naked. Carla wasn't naked. Hatch was telling her where she stood, above me, but not even with him or Carla. I knew what he was saying and doing, but did she? I looked back at her, over my shoulder, both wondering what she'd do, and also because I wanted to see her naked body.
