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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

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