He had raised his hand to begin when he noticed something sticking out of the top of her bag which lay on a nearby table. Her hairbrush, he knew it was wooden with a broad, flat back. Perfect. But could he reach it? He didn't want to have to make her get up and then get her back down again, she wasn't cowed enough yet to do that without a struggle. Leaning over as far as he could he still couldn't reach it. Oh well, no choice.
'Hey Alex' he called across the room 'Chuck me that mate' nodding in the direction of the bag.
Alex grinned and guessing that the brush was what was required brought it over himself, taking the opportunity to grab a look at the smooth pinkened flesh stretched over his friends lap. He slapped Joe's shoulder as he took a seat, closer than he had been. Joe weighed the brush in his hand, it was everything he remembered from seeing her brush her hair. It would do very nicely.
Lissa had no idea what Joe had asked Alex to get, her senses were still reeling from the fact that they were being watched, that people could see her in this humiliating position and as if that wasn't bad enough that they would soon see her writhing around in obedience to the blows he was inflicting, with hands that hadn't seemed so hard when she was holding them in hers mere hours ago. Hands! If only it was his hands; she knew at the first blow that he was using something else, the sensation it produced was much the same, although more intense but it was larger, harder than his hands and he seemed able to put more force behind it. Her legs were free this time, so she had more room to wriggle but that was it, she was still held firmly over his lap. She was also desperate to keep her legs closed but it seemed that he had other ideas, his spanks landed on her buttocks and thighs and they stung. She wouldn't have thought that her knickers had given her much protection but it seemed she was wrong, this stinging was worse and she couldn't stop herself from twisting and crying out and eventually, to her shame, she couldn't stop her legs from scissoring open as a particularly hard spank landed on a particularly sensitive spot. As soon as she did he began to strike at the inside of her thighs as well as the backs, ensuring her legs stayed apart, ensuring she was on display to him and to the watchers as well. Soon enough though she had ceased to care about that, although she could scarcely believe it. All she cared about was where the next smack would fall and the heat and pain in her arse.
At last he stopped and surveyed his handiwork. Lissa lay limply across his knees, all the fight seemed to have gone out of her and he decided to push his luck and see exactly how far he could take this. He pushed her off him, she fell into a huddle on the carpet, making no effort to get up. He reached down and took hold of her face, pulling it round to look at him. She wouldn't meet his eyes, he grinned. She'd do it.
'Get up' he told her 'we're not finished'.
She said nothing but stood up on legs that seemed a little trembly. Joe glanced quickly round the room, saw what he was after.
'Over there, kneel on that chair. Lean over the back of it.'
She did as he told her, and didn't protest when he pulled her further forward over the low back so that her arse arched out more. She whimpered a little when he told her to open her legs but she did it, displaying herself obediently. He was a little stunned himself but he would carry it through to the end. He pulled his belt out of the loops of his jeans. Doubled it in his hands and made the leather snap against itself.
'Ten with this and its over' he said 'count them for me, and get it right or we'll start again'.
'Yes Joe.' She whispered.
He would have to take a few practise swipes he decided, he had never used a belt in this way before and he needed some control. He lashed at a chair behind him and saw out of the corner of his eye Lissa jump as she heard it whap into the fabric. After four or five practise lashes he was reasonably confident it would land where he wanted it too. He lined himself up to his target, the blotched pink and red of her arse cheeks with the dark shadow of her cunt tantalisingly displayed between her well spanked thighs. This really was tremendously enjoyable he reflected drawing back his arm. He paused for a moment, enjoying the tension. And then he struck.
To Lissa it felt as if a stripe of hot metal had suddenly been embedded in her flesh.
'Aaaaaah' she screamed and then 'One' as clearly as she could lest there be some mistake. The second blow fell before she was ready, if she could ever have been ready but she managed to count it properly and by the fifth blow she was well enough prepared to keep from crying out. Or so she thought, Joe was obviously not too pleased with this and the next three blows struck too quickly to count individually on almost exactly the same spot.
'six-seven-eight' she gabbled as soon as she was able, lest he decide that it would only count as one stroke. Only two more to go, she tensed her muscles, waiting for them, but Joe was watching her closely and waited until she relaxed again before he struck, taking her by surprise. The last two came close together and low down, she gasped out the count. It was over, finally over. She leaned on the back of the chair she was kneeling on, getting her breath back. Then she moved to get up, pull down her skirt, cover herself. Without warning the belt flicked out again, flicking across her buttocks and snapping against her hip, it wasn't as hard as some of the earlier blows but she wasn't expecting it and she cried out in pain and shock.
'Stay there until I tell you to move' Joe ordered. Unable to protest she resumed her former position.
'Stick that arse out further and spread your legs unless you want more of this!' he snapped the belt.,
'No more, please Joe' she gasped pushing her bum out as far as she could and spreading her legs as wide as the seat would allow.
'Good' he said and she heard him move away to join his friends, heard their voices murmuring and occasionally laughter. She waited, she had no watch but skewing her eyes upwards she could just see the clock on the wall without moving her head. She watched the minutes tick by, how long would he make her stay like this, exposed, unable to rub her smarting bottom. And it was smarting, stinging like it had been stung by a thousand wasps and burning with heat. Gradually however she became aware that the heat in her bum was lighting a fire somewhere else, she was warm between her legs, warm and wet and getting more so. The more her arse stung, the more she dwelt on the humiliation she had been through that afternoon the more aroused she became. The minutes ticked on towards half an hour and she was now evenly divided between wanting to rub her sore bum and wanting to rub her tingling clitoris but she dared not move. She didn't ask herself why she was allowing this to happen to her, not then. She simply knew that she had to stay where she was until Joe told her she could move.
Some forty minutes after he had finished chastising her Joe came over, he ran his hands over her naked flesh, noticing her arousal. He smiled to himself, he made no sexual move though, simply told her she was free to go and watched as she stood up and rearranged her clothes. He knickers had been lost somewhere over the other side of the common room but she made no attempt to reclaim them, merely headed straight out of the door. He knew somehow that she was heading for somewhere private, anywhere she could find, and that when she found it she would masturbate. He picked up the knickers, putting them in his pocket as a souvenir.
He was right. Lissa charged into the toilet by entrance, slamming the door behind her and seated herself on the closed lid of the toilet. She had barely sat down before her fingers were burrowing in between her legs, she brought herself to not one but two explosive orgasms, barely able to keep quiet as they tore through her body. It was the first time she would cum over the memory but it was far from being the last.
Joe never spoke to her again, although she tried to talk to him on several occasions he brushed her off with a knowing smile. What effect that afternoon's events had on him she never knew but their effect on her was enormous. She began to fantasise about being dominated, she started with events as they had been and then later began to elaborate on them, compounding her humiliation, involving the spectators as active participants in her punishment, making her own arousal part of the spectacle, making the punishment more extreme. These fantasies crowded out all others, even the humiliation she felt every time she saw one of the people who had been present on that day didn't dim the fire that had been lit and when they would slap her arse as a joke or make remarks about that afternoon she felt the wetness between her legs even as her face reddened. Although it would be a long time before she experienced such domination again it had marked her sexuality and she would retain those marks for the rest of her life.
