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“Well, you took it like a pro. I’ve never seen anything like it, to be honest. I’m always a total mess when it’s me up there. I squirm, and holler and cry and beg. I do not know how to take a spanking gracefully at all, and I’ve been doing this for five years.”

“Does it get easier?” Diamond asked with a grimace, grateful for the company as Crystal hooked her arm in her own and steered her through the crowd, stopping occasionally to answer a question, or let people congratulate Diamond on a “great show.”

“The spankings? No, not really. I don’t think so anyway, but I’m a wuss. The rules get easier to follow, though, which means less spankings, so that’s good. I probably only get called up once a month anymore, and that’s on purpose. I’m so used to regular spankings now, if I don’t get them, I start to get a little cranky and restless.”

“They do seem to have that effect, don’t they?” Diamond sighed, relieved that she wasn’t the only one who found the application of a well-deserved spanking to be oddly comforting and cathartic.

“Nobody believes me about their calming effects,” Crystal lamented, “so I’ve stopped trying to convince them. It’s one of those things you’re never going to understand until you experience it for yourself.”

They reached the doorway at the front of the club, and Crystal released her arm. “You have a good night. After a spanking like that, I’d sleep like a baby, and it sounds like you’ve had an eventful week. You go rest. We’ll have another chance to chat later. Maybe we can do lunch sometime this week.”

Diamond smiled. “I’d like that.” She knew instinctively that she had found a kindred spirit in Crystal, and she was wholly tempted to clock back in and stay to work, but as annoyed as she currently was with Pax, she had zero desire to disobey him at the moment. Her aching ass wouldn’t allow it.

The walk back to the rooms was long and slow. Without company, there was nothing left to focus on other than the pain and heat radiating off her rear with each and every step she took. It was after midnight by the time she finally made it, stopping at a small café to order a sandwich and a bottle of water to go.

As soon as the door to her suite closed behind her, she lifted her skirt and ditched the panties, glaring at them as if they were the cause of all her pain. She devoured the sandwich, standing up, of course, and yawned. A full day had ended with a hard spanking and mind blowing sex, and now that she was safely away from the noise and the lights and the crowd below, she was utterly exhausted.

Ditching the schoolgirl outfit, she opted instead for a tank top and a pair of plaid cotton boxer shorts, smiling when she added her trademark knee socks. It was too hot in Vegas to wear socks during the day, so she put them on the first chance she got, every night. Most people thought it was weird that she slept with socks on, often putting them on to sleep after not having worn them all day, but Diamond couldn’t go to sleep with naked feet. She collapsed onto the bed, face first, relishing in the feeling of the soft and loose cotton against her torched skin. This was so much better than those horrid panties had been.

A loud knock on the door disturbed her restful state, and had her stomach clenching in concern. It was nearly 1:00 am, and nobody knew her room number.

“Who is it?” she yelled, hoping that some drunk partygoer was lost. That happened a lot in Vegas.

Hearing no answer, she stood, and began creeping towards the door, looking around the room for a weapon as she went.

“It’s me,” Pax said sullenly, throwing the door open and stalking towards her quickly. “And that door should have been locked,” he growled. “This is Las Vegas.”

“I… what are you—” Her line of questioning was interrupted when he reached her, and grabbing her tightly around the waist with one hand, he pulled her close. His other hand snaked through her hair as he cupped the back of her neck, and claimed her mouth in a possessive kiss that lasted a full minute and left her breathless.

“Wow,” she said with a weak laugh when he pulled away. “What about the rules? Structure, order, discipline, the cornerstone of your life—the things that made you what you are today—what about all that?”

“Fuck the rules,” he stated simply kissing her again. “There is a time and a place for structure and order, and there is a time and a place for throwing caution to the wind and trusting your instincts and going after what you want. That’s something I’ve learned over the past few days.”

“And… you want… me?” Diamond asked breathlessly, her face close to his.

“Since the moment I pulled you off the stage at Aubergine,” he admitted.

Her heart swelled with happiness, even as her pussy throbbed with arousal at his admission. But she wasn’t going to give in that easily. In her admittedly small realm of experience, this was how women got hurt. “Pax, I… I want you too, but what about tomorrow?”

“What about it?”

“Is it just going to be more of the same—you come to and feel like you’ve made some horrible mistake, and I’m left behind crying?”

“Fuck,” he swore softly, releasing her, before sitting on the bed and looking up at her with sad eyes. “I’m sorry, Diamond. I wasn’t trying to hurt you. In all reality, I thought I was doing the opposite of that. I don’t do well with spontaneity. I don’t make spur of the moment decisions without thinking through every aspect and calculating all the advantages and disadvantages to every situation. I’ve never felt like this so quickly. I’ve never jumped into anything so fully, or leapt without looking down first. My analytical mind was telling me that there was no realistic way that any kind of relationship with you would ever work. I had to throw out the pros and cons and what ifs and listen to my heart. I’ve never done that before.”

Diamond’s own heart was in her throat as she listened to Pax’s impassioned plea. “What,” her voice cracked, and she swallowed heavily. “What is your heart telling you?”

“To throw out the rule book and see what happens. To take a chance for once in my life. To go after what I want because I deserve happiness, and sometimes that means taking risks. I can’t promise that my doubts and fears won’t get the best of me at times. This is completely new territory for me, but I promise to do my level best not to hurt you, and to tell you when I’m struggling.”

He stopped, and looked up at her, and she was nearly moved to tears by the raw emotions playing out on his face.

“But, what about work? What about the fact that you’re my employer? What will people think? How will it even work?

“Luckily for me, people’s opinions of me is the one thing I don’t give a damn about, and as for how it will work, we’ll figure that out as we go, I guess.” He smiled, a mischievous smile, as he looked up at her with amusement. “There is one thing you need to consider, however.”

“What’s that?”

“I’m a dominant by nature. It’s not just work for me. I expect you to be my submissive both inside and outside of the club.”

She smiled, a whole world of possibility opening up in her mind at the notion. She couldn’t believe that after the night she had had, one simple sentence like that one filled her with boundless amounts of energy and a sudden urge to jump his bones.  Ignoring her throbbing ass, she sat gingerly on his lap and threw her arms around his neck, smiling happily. “I was hoping you would say that.”

Chapter Seven

Diamond quickly learned that being Pax’s girlfriend came with a whole different set of rules than being one of his showgirls. She also learned that there was a whole lot more to being a sub than getting spanked for her misdeeds. Pax was patient, easing her into it slowly, but as he had told her, he was a man who thrived on schedules, rules and order. His expectations were high, and Diamond found herself subject to many new forms of punishment those first few days.

They stayed together every night—sometimes in her suite, and sometimes in his, always returning to their respective suites for breakfast, to avoid being found out by any of the hotel staff.  Their nights were full of passion and exploration, but even those were sometimes stifled by Pax’s strict rules. 

“A midnight bedtime?” Diamond complained on Thursday night as Pax carefully untied her from her bonds.  “Really Paxton? This is Las Vegas and I’m a showgirl for god’s sake.”

“Which is why it’s much later on nights that you work late,” he explained patiently. “Like tomorrow. Tomorrow you work really late, and it’s a big night for the club. We have a headliner coming, which means we both need to be in tip-top shape tomorrow.”

“So, we’ll sleep until noon!” she exclaimed stomping her foot, quickly retreating when Pax raised one eyebrow in displeasure.

“If you sleep until noon, you’ll break several rules and mess up your entire day.”

Pax had his game face on, which meant there was no way she would win this one, but that if she continued to try she would likely go to bed with a sore bottom. Sorer, she corrected herself wryly. Her ass seemed to be permanently sore these days, and the novelty was fading quickly.

Arguing would not demonstrate wisdom. Diamond wasn’t wise. She puffed out her lower lip, and turned her big eyes on him, fluttering her lashes exaggeratedly. “Can’t I have a dispensation just this once? We were just getting to the fun part!” It was a bold faced lie, and she knew it. They had been playing with rope for the better part of two hours already, which Pax had said was more than long enough for a beginner.

“If by fun part, you mean the part where I throw you over my knee and tan your naughty bottom to remind you who the boss is in this relationship, then you’re right—we were just getting to the fun part.”  Pax wasted no time in grabbing her around the waist, and tucking her under his arm like a football as he carried her over to the bed, depositing her unceremoniously across his lap—face down into the bedcover she went. It was a position she was becoming very familiar with.

“How convenient that you’re already naked for me,” he teased, laying a fat slap on her bottom as she rolled her eyes. He required that she be naked for him in the evenings. It was part of her submissive training, and every time she earned a spanking, which was often, he liked to tease her by commenting on how convenient it was.

It was a joke that was, in Diamond’s opinion, was getting old quickly.

Her body shifted in his grip, as Pax leaned forward, and opened the nightstand drawer, causing her to clench her already battered bottom and wince. The nightstand drawer was where Pax kept his implements.

“Now, let’s see here, which of these have you not gotten to test out yet?” he mused, drawing out the torture, as they both knew that his personal implement collection was massive, full of both heavy duty professional grade spanking implements, and many household items that Pax swore were equally effective for punishing a naughty bottom. He took his time, rummaging through the contents of the drawer, occasionally holding an item out for her inspection before shaking his head and returning it to the drawer. She groaned and whimpered and whined at each new suggestion, but the truth was, she enjoyed this part of the ritual as much as he did.

She could always tell when he made his decision. He’d give a deep chuckle, and pull her in closer to his waist, as he settled back onto the bed. “There are only two implements that are really appropriate for a naughty girl who doesn’t get ready for bed when she’s told to. I think we’ll go with the hairbrush tonight, and if you’re a good girl and take your punishment well, I’ll brush your hair when we’re through with your spanking.”

A hair brushing after her spanking sounded nice, and Diamond settled in happily, folding her arms and crossing them under her head, satisfied that Pax wasn’t really mad, and he was just making a point about obedience and rules. Pax was big on rules and obedience. Sometimes, when she tiptoed on a rule, he did this, settling her over his knee for a small spanking to test a different tool in his arsenal, usually only giving her a mild taste, as a warning and a reminder that she had committed to being his submissive, and that she needed to remember that commitment, and act like a sub, even when it was hard.

She assumed that this was to be one of those times, a rather mild reminder spanking, an excuse to give her a taste of something new—until the first crushing blow of the hairbrush fell upon her already tender cheeks.

Diamond prided herself on taking a spanking well, usually managing to stay pretty stoic until the end was in sight—this was not to be the case tonight. The first taste of the thick wooden hairbrush had her scrambling frantically out of his grasp, and off his lap, landing on her bottom on the floor with a soft thud.

Pax looked down at her with mild amusement.  “I take it you’re not a fan of the hairbrush?”

“No, sir.” Her lower lip quivered in distress, as he motioned for her to stand up.

“Good. This will teach you a good lesson in remembering who the top is in this relationship. Get back up here, and take your spanking.”

“I can’t.” She stayed on the floor, glaring at the innocent looking hairbrush. It was all light and pretty with soft bristles and a beautiful rose carving on the handle. She never would have guessed it would be the most evil implement in his arsenal this far, or pack such a fear inducing wallop.

“Get back up here before I get to three, or I will double it, and you’ll be getting much more than a taste.” He paused, and looked at her seriously. “One,” he counted slowly, drawing the simple word out with meaning.

She propelled herself off the floor and over his lap before he finished speaking. This time she clutched the bedcovers in her fists, as if they alone could keep her in position.

“You’re getting ten,” Pax informed her speaking deliberately. “That one didn’t count, and you will count them.”

“Yes, sir,” Diamond whimpered, bracing herself to prepare for the pain. She quickly learned there was no way to fully prepare for the wrath of the evil brush.

“One!” she cried out through clenched teeth.

“Who’s the boss here?” Pax asked, raising the hairbrush to his shoulder, in preparation for the next one.

“You are, Sir,” she whooshed out as the brush made contact for the second time. “Two!”

“Who makes the rules?”

“You do, Sir.” Her voice was a quiet whimper as her eyes filled with tears. The third swat fell, breaking open the floodgates. “Three!”

She was beginning to get the point that this was to be a semi-serious spanking, and that Pax had a point to make about who had which role in this relationship by the time she counted out the fifth one, and answered the question that followed it, with a teary “Yes, sir.”

“Do you understand that you made a commitment to be my submissive, and that implies that you actually attempt to be submissive, even when you don’t agree, and that it’s not all fun and games and experimentation? Is that getting through to you now?”

“Yes, sir! Six, seven!” She cried out quickly as the two swats fell in quick succession.

“Good. I’m going to make these last three count.” He declared, even as she wailed her remorse.

“Who’s the submissive in this relationship?” he asked, changing it up slightly. As promised, the eighth swat fell directly in the middle of her sit spots, and her entire crease felt as if somebody had set fire to it. She screamed, a long loud scream that ended in a distraught wail, and she still had to answer his question.

“I am, Sir! Eight!”

“And who’s submissive are you?” The ninth fell in the same spot as the one before it, and the fight completely left her.

“I’m yours, Sir,” she sobbed into the bed sheets. “Nine!”

“That’s right,” he affirmed, raising the brush once more, preparing for the final blow. “You’re my submissive. You belong to me. Now, who do you belong to?”

The final swat landed across the tops of her thighs, as it always did, and she was prepared for it. “I belong to you, Sir!
Ten
!”

Pax’s large hand came to rest across the middle of her throbbing backside, and she squirmed as she heard the side drawer open once more. He wasn’t putting the brush away, he said he would brush her hair afterward. She heard the hiss of air as a small tube of cooling gel opened and a dime size dab of the cold liquid hit her flaming flesh. Arnica. Thank god for small favors, she thought, finally relaxing as Pax began massaging the gel softly into her welted flesh.

“Do you think you’ve learned a lesson tonight?” Pax’s voice was soft now, a gentle cooing, that could have easily lulled her to sleep, if not for her throbbing ass and the fact that he expected answers to his questions.

“Yes, sir.”

“You’re mine,” he said, as his large hands continued their soft kneading exploration of her bottom. “Being my submissive has many perks, and it probably has an equal amount of downfalls as well. You know, people always talk about how submission is a gift, and it is, and I get that. Your submission to me is a gift that I will strive daily to be deserving of. But you know what people don’t talk about? Dominance is a gift too. Being a dominant is a lot of hard work and self-sacrifice, just as being a submissive is—if the dominant is doing it right anyway.” He added the last part as an aside before continuing. “Being your dominant means I will always strive to make sure you are safe and well taken care of. I will spoil you when you are good, and I will punish you when you are naughty. I’m not the kind of dominant who relishes in making arbitrary rules just because I can. And because I don’t do that, I expect my rules to be obeyed, as giving you rules for your health, safety and well-being is how I do my job of making sure you are taken care of in all aspects of life. Your job as my sub is to follow my rules.”

The beautiful description of the dynamic brought a fresh wave of tears to her already wet eyes, and made her feel ten times as guilty over her earlier naughtiness, even though she knew that wasn’t his intent.

“What about your pleasure?” she whispered thickly. “Isn’t that part of my job as your submissive as well?”

“Sweetheart,” Pax said with a grin, helping her off his knee, and into a sitting position on his lap. “If giving me pleasure feels like a job to you, we’re doing something wrong. It gives me great pleasure to bring you pleasure, both in and out of the bedroom, and I hope that it’s the same for you.” He softly wiped the tears that were still making tracks down her flushed cheeks, and helped her to her feet, patting her bottom as she stood.

“Woo-ee. That is one torn up bottom, my love. I’d suggest you be on your best behavior the next few days, and give yourself some time to heal. You know the drill. Off to the corner you go.”

As she wrinkled her nose, and padded off to the corner to serve the time out Pax always required after a spanking, something niggled at the back of her brain. She felt as if she was forgetting something important, and she didn’t know what it was. It was probably just a heady combination of guilt and exhaustion. Role play and a hair brushing could take a lot out of a girl, she was learning.

The corner that Pax had dedicated as her “naughty girl corner” was nearly directly below the overhead fan, and she relished the cool breeze drifting down to fan her scorched backside. As she stood silently with her hands behind her back, and her nose to the wall, she could feel Pax’s eyes boring into her, watching to make sure she followed protocol. If she so much as moved a muscle without asking his permission first, he’s be over there in a heartbeat, applying his hand to her already heated backside as she stood, and her time in the corner would start over once he was finished. It was a lesson she had learned the hard way.  Pax was a bit of a hardass. He ran his own life with military like diligence, and he had equally high expectations for his submissive, but she didn’t mind. He could be equally as gentle, and was quick to offer a hug of forgiveness, a word of encouragement when it was needed the most, and to bring her to her knees both literally and figuratively with an eloquent reminder of what submission and dominance really were about, as he had done earlier, and did often.

Pax cleared his throat loudly, her signal that it was time to come out. Head down she crossed the room to where he still sat on the bed, and kneeled at his feet. She didn’t look at him, but forced her voice to ring loud and clear enough for him to hear. “I’m sorry, Sir, for my mistake. I won’t argue with you again. Please forgive me.”

“Look at me, Diamond.”

Only then, with his express permission did she dare to meet his gaze.

“You’re already forgiven. Now get on up here, and sit between my legs,” he instructed moving his body fully onto the bed so that he now faced the door instead of the window, propped up by a giant pile of pillows behind his head, he sat with his legs in an Indian style fashion, open wide enough for her to sit comfortably between them, and picked up the hairbrush that had only minutes ago, been used as a weapon of assault on her not so innocent bottom.

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