Authors: Joey W. Hill
teaching style, there’d been a natural
authority to him. It
gave him control over every person
in his class with little
more than a direct look or a slight lift
to his deep voice. He
hadn’t been extraordinarily
handsome, but had the look of a
rugged, middle-aged Viking warrior,
broad shouldered and
strong.
She nodded. Jon’s lips twitched,
though his gaze
remained serious. “And did you ever
imagine him
punishing you for passing notes?”
That twitch at his mouth reminded her
he could be more
than one thing, elicit more than one
emotion from her at the
same time. So he’d remarkably
intertwined a sliver of
humor among her spiked emotions,
cushioning her. It
helped. She held his gaze, glad now
he offered her that
lifeline, and gave him a slight nod. It
had been a quiet,
shameful fantasy, one she hadn’t
thought about for a long,
long time. She’d remembered it on
occasion in her
marriage, realizing it was early
evidence of those
inexplicable needs that Cole had
made her feel were
appal ing.
The humor died away, probably
because he saw her
emotional shift. He caressed her face,
holding her attention.
“Never again, Rachel,” he said, low.
“I’m going to punish
you, not for passing the notes but for
being ashamed of
wanting that fantasy.”
Ben now rose. He had two things in
hand. One was a
nylon flogger. The other was a
switch.
“In the one-room schools of our past,
they used hickory
switches as a very effective way to
maintain a student’s
attention.” Jon addressed the crowd
again, though his gaze
held Ben’s an extra moment, a
significant exchange that
sent a capricious wave of panic
through her, understanding
what might be about to happen. Her
Master settled his
gaze back on her face, and that
expression confirmed it
even before he began to speak.
“My friend here knows more about
the female bottom
than any man I know, how every
individual nerve ending can
be stimulated to maximum response.
He’s devoted a great
deal of time and study to it.” He
cocked his head, and his
voice modulated, addressing her
specifical y, though the
audience could stil hear him. “I know
you’ve already
recognized exactly what type of
Master he is, sweet girl,
and you can probably wel imagine
him as your stern
teacher, can’t you? He’s going to
punish you, and like the
other night, I’m not going to give you
a number. He’s going
to keep going until I tel him to stop.
I’l know when you’ve
had enough.”
Her breath had speeded up, such that
she was making
smal , helpless noises against the gag.
It only fueled the fire
in his eyes. “Give yourself to my
desires. Believe that I know
what it is you truly need and want. In
time, you’l be brave
enough to tel me, and then we’l go to
even deeper levels.
But tonight I’m going to prove how
far down that path I can
take you, merely from what I know of
you now.”
Ben had disappeared, and she knew
he was behind her.
Jon stayed in front, laying a hand on
either side of her
throat, his thumbs teasing that
sensitive pocket of her col ar
bone beneath the midnight blue strap.
Then his gaze rose.
“Begin.”
She hadn’t expected Ben’s hands
first, so she jumped at
that initial contact. He’d set aside the
tools, because his
large fingers slid ful y over her
buttocks, molding their
shape and weight, the depth of the val
ey where they met
her thighs, then slid back up the
crevice between. Those
fingers parted her cheeks wide, so
wide she felt the stretch
on her anal opening. She’d played in
that area privately of
course, and though she was tied here
naked, she hadn’t
realized the startling defenselessness
of having one of her
most private openings displayed to a
crowd. Then, al that
disappeared, because his fingers
were tracing that rim. His
knee pushed against the inside of hers
as he knelt. A
second later, his mouth was right
upon that intimate area.
Holy Goddess… He didn’t waste
time on preliminaries.
He already knew she was wel
aroused, but of course
there’d been no direct stimulation to
that part of her. When
the wet heat of his mouth touched that
sensitive nerve
circle, everything in her body
arrowed toward that point of
contact. The fingers holding her
buttocks dug in, conveying
how strong his hands were as he
kneaded and pinched,
sensitizing al of it in an unpredictable
pattern of discomfort
and fondling.
She strained forward against Jon’s
hands as he saw
every reaction, the way her lips
strained around the gag,
making her lips slick with her saliva.
She was sure her
expression was wild and uncertain,
but she couldn’t look
away from him, not now. It was as
clear as a spoken
command that he expected her to look
at him, let him see
al of it.
The rest of her life, past and future,
dropped away. This
moment was like finding herself at
the gates of Heaven and
Hel , not sure which way to go, but
knowing the decision
didn’t rest with her. That decision
was out of her hands, and
she could only surrender to judgment.
Ben’s hands and mouth at last drew
away, but hel fire
was quick to arrive. The first slap of
that switch came so
quickly on the heels of the
stimulation, she wasn’t expecting
it. Her body was stil shuddering from
the pleasure when
she received the pain. Because she
hadn’t tensed against
it, fire sang unimpeded through her
flesh. He’d cracked it
square over both buttocks, at the most
cushioned point, her
response arrowing straight into her
pussy. She made a
plaintive scream against the gag, her
lashes fluttering
against eyes wet with stress and
more. Jon’s hold shifted
over the col ar, reinforcing the
reminder of it as he caressed
her chin. His to protect, cherish.
Punish.
A second strike, and she cried out. It
real y hurt. But then
there was the flogger, layering over
that. Her nerves were in
chaos, stil burning in pain, her body
shaking and flinching.
A firm, brief smack against her
buttocks, the nylon cords
wrapping around her hips, between
her legs, was fol owed
by a lick and sting of sensation as he
hit her pussy square.
Then back to the buttocks. Just as she
was sinking into that
feeling, the switch was back.
And so it went. Her nerves gave up
anticipation, and
abandoned her to ful , jittering
reaction, taking pain and
pleasure the same way. Perspiration
broke out on her face
and body. Ben never paused, but
once Jon took a towel
from the attendant, stroking it over
her brow, the place
between nose and lip, the indentation
of her chin. He
leaned forward, nibbling on her lips
around the gag, his
breath caressing her skin. She
screamed as the next strike
with the hickory switch felt like it cut
through skin. Her hands
convulsed in the cuffs. Then Ben
spread her buttocks, his
mouth once again busy on her rim.
She screamed again at the sensation,
until she was
making a repetitive shrieking
response in her throat, her
tongue hampered by the phal ic gag.
Jon kept up that erotic
play over her quivering lips with his
own skil ful mouth,
touches of his tongue. She wasn’t
climaxing, but it was like
she was being overcome by
sensation, and sound was the
only way to release some of the
enormous pressure
building inside her. But that wasn’t
enough for Jon. God
help her…
Lucas and Peter rose from their seats
now. Jon drew
back, clearing the path to her. Since
Peter and Lucas were
both large men, if her brains weren’t
so scrambled and she
wasn’t clinging to Jon with her gaze,
terrified he’d
disappear, she might have
appreciated the grace with
which Lucas dropped to one knee
between her legs,
putting his hands on her hips. Peter
stood to his left,
bracing his hand over hers on the
post as he leaned in,
cupped one of her breasts and bent
his head to take the
nipple in his mouth, at the same
moment that Lucas’ tongue
found her clit and started to lick.
She was choking on her passion, so
close to climax, yet
the fiery pain of the hickory held it
out of reach. That, and
what Jon was holding in his hands
now. It was a phal us, so
thick that surely it was bigger than a
woman was meant to
take, even wel -greased as it was by
the attendant. Jon had
another that seemed only slightly
smal er, and he handed
that to Lucas, who passed it without
conversation between
her legs. His forearm brushed against
her calf, Ben bracing
himself on the smal of her back as he
bent to take it.
Lucas slid his tongue around inside
of her in a way that
had her swiveling her hips with the
motion, begging for a
thrust that would emulate the fucking
she needed so badly.
She couldn’t take this. She couldn’t.
And yet she had no
choice.
When Lucas straightened, her body
pleaded for him not
to stop, that it was far too soon. He
licked her off his lips,
taking an additional taste, and she
saw his gray eyes were
fierce silver with appreciation. He
glanced at Jon. “She’s
dripping wet. She’s got a shameless,
hot little cunt. She can
take whatever you want her to take.”
Her husband had said crude things to
her, in a terrible,
hurtful way. But they seemed to know
when to say things
crudely, to drive her even crazier.
Peter took Lucas’ position to better
stimulate her nipples
with clever hands, his devil-blessed
tongue. She mewled,
her body twisting and writhing in the
restraints. Her gaze
clung to Jon’s face. If she could
speak, maybe she’d
protest, make her fear or trepidation
known, but now her
fate was his to determine. Peter’s
hands settled on her
thighs now, increasing the sense of
being widened. She felt
the brush of the dildo as Jon guided it
down there. Ben’s
tongue stabbed deep inside of her ass
and she arched
forward, right onto it. The broad
head pushed between her
labia.
“Relax for me, sweet girl,” Jon
murmured. “You can take
this. I know you can. Just relax…”
She was being split open. It wasn’t
comfortable, but it
wasn’t unbearable either. At that
moment, Ben started to
work the other one inside of her. He
moved through the
outer ring of muscles easily enough,
and began to
manipulate it through the second ring
as Jon got the head
of the large phal us through and
started moving up her
channel.
Now those short screams were long,
strangled cries. Her
ass was on fire, her pussy and anus
being stretched so
hard by the thick phal uses. Al while
her nipples were being
suckled, squeezed and stimulated, to
the point her attention
was divided everywhere, no one
thing able to take
precedence over another.
When at last they had them as far as
they were going to
take them, an attendant stepped
forward with a harness,
and Jon strapped them in place. She
thought she’d been
trembling hard before, but now she
was like a woman in the
midst of a seizure, her body racked
with convulsions.
“Thank you, gentlemen.” Jon nodded
to them. “I’l take it
from here. Rachel, meet each of their
eyes directly and say
thank you.”
It was harder than anything else,
surprisingly enough,
because she was stripped so raw. But
she managed it with
Peter first, mumbling the words