Intrigue at Haven's Crossing (16 page)

“Okay, love you.”

“Love you, too. Bye,” Myka ended the call and then looked at Kim. “Did I sound okay?”

“You sounded perfect—I can’t believe we got away with this!”

“I know. It
was
kinda fun, wasn’t it?”

“I’m really glad you’re my friend.”

“Awe, me, too!”

The two girls hugged, and then Myka said, “Shit, you smell like smoke—you better change. Hell, I might better change, too. Give me your clothes, and I’ll wash them and you can wear something of mine.” They stripped off their clothing, and Myka took them and put them in the washing machine. She picked out some clothes for both of them, and they were both satisfied the smoke could no longer be smelled.

“Hey, I better text Caleb and tell them I won’t be home for a while. They won’t care, since I’m just over here.” Kim texted, and then the girls decided to get on the computer to see if they could find some shoes online.

About eight o’clock, Myka’s phone rang again. It was Blake.

“Hey, sweetheart, I ran into Logan and Caleb. Is Kim still with you?”

“Uh, yeah, we’re still here.”

“Good. Well just stay put, ’cause I sent Master Kip out on an errand, and he’s gonna swing by and pick you two up. He should be there any minute now.”

“Oh, okay.”

“I’ll see ya in a bit.”

“Bye.” Myka’s face turned pale.

“What’s wrong, Myka?”

“I think they know, Kim! But how?”

“Why, what did he say?”

“He said he had ran into Caleb and Logan and they’re at the club, and Master Kip is out running an errand and he’s coming by to pick us up.”

“Oh, fuck.”

“Oh, fuck is right! How do they know?”

“Okay, we don’t know for sure they know, so we just need to play it cool,” Kim said, trying to be optimistic.

“I’m getting sick to my stomach now. I wish I was still drunk.”

“I know. Me, too.”

They both jumped when they heard the knock at the door. They didn’t want to answer, but knew they had to. They walked slowly, side by side and then stood there until there was another knock, this one much louder.

“Open it, Myka.”

When Myka opened the door, there stood Master Kip. “How are you two ladies, tonight?”

“Fine, thank you—Sir.”

“Master Blake asked me to stop by and pick you two up since I was out in this direction. Are you ready to go?”

“Not really,” Kim mumbled only loud enough for Myka to hear.

They all walked out to his truck, and he held the door open until they got inside. Myka felt like they were going to their execution. All three rode in silence, somehow the distance to the club feeling much shorter than normal.

Once they reached Intrigue, the girls sat there until Master Kip came and helped them out and then ushered them inside. They went through the front doors this time, and Myka grabbed Kim’s hand as they walked. Master Kip knocked on Blake’s door and opened it when Blake told him to come on in. The girls followed quietly behind and noticed when Blake nodded and then Master Kip left the room, shutting the door behind him.

The girls were now facing Blake, Logan, and Caleb all alone. Both girls swallowed then sat in the two chairs that Blake nodded toward. The chairs were facing the desk, and all three men were looming over them as they leaned against the desk, side by side.

“Hello, girls,” Blake said.

“Hello,” they mumbled in unison.

“So, did you have a good day today? We haven’t seen ya for a while.”

“It was fine, I guess,” Myka replied, her heart beating faster.

“Well, why don’t you tell us about your day. You can start from when you left together.”

Myka waited a moment before speaking. “Uh, we went to the city and checked on some of my résumés, and then we went shopping and then went back to the house to look for shoes online because we didn’t find anything at the stores.”

Blake nodded, and all three men continued to stare at them, Blake at Myka, and Logan and Caleb at Kim.

“Kimberlee, do you have anything you want to add to that?” Logan asked.

“No, Sir,” she said, looking down.

“So, that’s the story you’re sticking with, is that right?” Caleb asked.

“I, uh, guess so,” she answered quietly.

“Girls,” Blake said, “I’d like to share some information with you that I think you’ll find very interesting.” They both looked at Blake as he spoke. “You both know, I think, that we have surveillance cameras all over the club, so we can keep an eye on things and make sure that everyone’s safe. You were aware of that, right?”

“Yes, Sir,” they answered again in unison.

“I’m betting, though, that you
didn’t
know that I also have a camera right in here as well. It’s actually activated by motion and then starts recording, unless the person who is in here knows where the button is to turn it off.”

“Fuck,” Kim mumbled.

“Fuck is right, darlin’,” Logan answered.

“Now,” Caleb said, “would you like to fill in the parts of your little story that you so conveniently decided to leave out the first time?”

“Only if I have to.”

“I think it would be wise if you did, sweetheart.”

Kim looked at Myka and mouthed “I’m sorry” before she began to speak.

“Before we went to Myka’s, we stopped here and got some alcohol and took it back to her house to drink.”

“Is that all?”

Kim looked at Myka again before adding, “And we bought cigarettes before we got back into town.”

“Did you, now?” Logan asked, anger clear in his tone.

“Yes, Sir,” she replied, now very concerned about the situation they were in.

Blake waited a moment before speaking again. “Girls, we discussed this at length prior to you getting here, and we’ve decided that since you two like getting in trouble together, you should probably get punished together as well.”

“Oh God.” Myka sighed heavily.

“Not
here
!” Kim said in disbelief.

“Yes, ma’am,” Logan answered, “since you like coming here, we thought it would be appropriate.”

“Logan, no!” she cried. “Please!”

“I guess maybe you shoulda thought of that
before
you did what you did, don’t ya think?”

Myka looked at Kim and knew she was feeling sick at her stomach, too.

“Let’s go, girls,” Blake said, “we’ve got an appointment to keep. First, though, you’re going to go apologize to Master Kip for stealing from his bar, and then you’re going to invite him to come and witness your punishment.”

“Blake, no! I know him. He can’t watch!” Myka cried.

“You
stole
from his bar—you damn sure will invite him.”

As they walked out of the office, they heard Rihanna singing “S&M” over the sound system. “This is not going to be good,” Kim whispered to Myka.

Blake motioned for Master Kip to come over, and as he did, he looked at both girls, not smiling. Myka had never seen him look that way before and hoped she never did again.

“Master Kip,” she started, tears now starting to run down her face, “I’m so sorry for what we did. It was my idea, not Kim’s, so it’s more my fault than hers. I just hope you will forgive me because I’ll never do it again, and I will make it up to you somehow.”

She looked up at him to see what his reaction was going to be. She was being very sincere in her apology and hoped he could see that. He said nothing, but nodded his head at her, letting her know they would still be good after this.

“I also want to invite you to witness our punishment—out there—very shortly.”

“Where at?” he asked, even though she thought he probably already knew.

Myka looked over at Blake, and he said, “
X
cross.”

She looked back at Master Kip. “It’s in the X-cross room, Sir.”

“Oh, hell no,” Kim said when she heard where they’d be going. She tried to get away but backed up into Logan, who wrapped his arm tightly around her waist.

“Goin’ somewhere, darlin’?”

“Logan, not there, please! Caleb, tell him no! I won’t ever do it again!”

“Seems like we’ve heard those words before, haven’t we, Logan?”

“I believe you’re right, Caleb. Sorry, darlin’—it’s happening.”

“I can’t believe you’re going to let other people see me without clothes on!”

“One time won’t hurt, and who knows, it might leave a lasting impression.”

Kim began to struggle against Logan’s strength, but she was no match. He carried her through the double doors toward the dreaded X-cross room. There was a look of horror on Kim’s face when she saw how many people were already there.

Blake had Myka by the upper arm and walked her back to the room, close behind Logan, Caleb, and Kim. He then looked at her and ordered her to get undressed. Myka began to undress slowly, trying to waste time.

“That means you, too, sugar,” Caleb said, looking at Kim.

The look in his eyes made it apparent that Kim should do what she was told.

There were two of the spanking benches side by side, in full view of the audience. There was no doubt they had been set up that way prior to the girls getting there. Both knew they would be in full view of everyone in only a moment. “Come over here, you two,” Blake ordered as he stood by the benches. Myka didn’t move. “Do
not
make me come get you.” His tone encouraged her to move in his direction. Logan took Kim by the arm and escorted her in front of the other bench.

“Bend over,” he told her.

“Logan, I—”

He swatted her bare bottom and she quickly bent over in position.

“Pick your instrument, gentlemen. We have a wide variety to choose from,” Blake said to the other two.

“What do ya think, Caleb? The paddle or the strap?” Logan asked loud enough for Kim to hear.

“I’m likin’ the paddle,” Caleb replied as he went over to pick it up.

Logan had Kim restrained by the time Caleb returned.

Blake had not made Myka bend over yet. He wanted to make sure she saw the flogger he chose. It was not like the one before. It looked much meaner. “Blake, not that one,” she begged.

“I think this one is perfect, baby. It’s called a ‘cat’ just so you know, and I assure you, it
won’t
be pleasurable.”

“Blake.”

“Bend over.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Now.”

She slowly bent over, and he fastened the restraints securely. She felt humiliated, knowing people were watching.

“Shall we, gentlemen?” Blake asked.

“We shall,” Logan replied.

Myka felt the first sting across her bottom and flinched. It hurt much worse indeed.

“Blake, it hurts!”

He leaned forward and whispered in her ear, “Do
not
speak another word.”

She nodded her head, and he continued. The tears began to flow immediately, but she didn’t dare speak. She heard Kim crying beside her and felt bad that she was being punished, too.

* * * *

“Lo-gan! It hurts!” Kim cried as she felt another swat sting her bottom.

“It’s supposed to, darlin’,” he answered as he continued to paddle her ass.

She didn’t care if people were watching anymore. She just wanted it to be over with. They had never spanked her with anything other than their hand, and she hoped they wouldn’t decide they needed a paddle to keep at the house. Caleb had squatted down by her head so he could see how she was doing. She began to cry harder, which made it more difficult for her to catch her breath, so Caleb had Logan wait a minute before continuing.

“Breathe, sugar. That’s it.” When he was satisfied that she wasn’t going to make herself sick, he nodded at Logan to continue. Her bottom felt like it was on fire, before Logan finally stopped. She was sobbing uncontrollably at this point. Logan began to unfasten her ankle restraints, while Caleb undid her wrists.

Logan helped her up and then carried her over to a large chair, sitting her in his lap. Caleb went and got a blanket to cover her up and some water for her to drink once she calmed down enough.

* * * *

Myka was sobbing pretty much as soon as Blake really got started. She could not believe how each sting could linger on, and then she’d get another one so soon after the one before, that she had no time to recover. She dared not speak, but hoped he could hear her words through her sobs. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he stopped and threw the flogger down on the floor. He left her there for a moment, and she heard him squirting something in his hands.

“I’m going to put some ointment on your bottom, Myka, and it’s going to hurt. I’ll release you when I’m done.”