The Agreement (47 page)

I blinked, pleased that finally, he'd spank me,
but in public?

"I don't know if I like that…" I said,
shaking my head, adrenaline surging through me. "You said you'd just tie
me up, demonstrate bondage…"

At that, his eyes narrowed. "Katherine, are
you refusing me?"

"It's just that it wasn't what I thought of
when you promised me you’d spank me…" I glanced around at the people in
the room. I didn’t want them watching me get a spanking. I wanted a spanking
that would make me aroused and want to fuck Drake. Not one with people watching
and Drake using it as a teaching moment.

To my surprise, Drake grasped my hand, then
pulled me towards an empty spanking horse.  He stood me in front of it,
standing behind me, his hands on my shoulders.

"I'm giving you a choice, slave, which I
wouldn’t usually give a submissive. You can have a barehanded over-the-lap
spanking in front of everyone over there," he said, pointing to a black
leather cushioned divan in the corner, a couple of feet from the wall. "Or
you can have a spanking using this spanking horse. Choose."

I looked at the horse. It looked like a
repurposed pommel horse except it had places for manacles.  The choice was
clear, but I didn’t like that I had no choice to opt out of the spanking
– without completely walking out of the evening. I was going to be
spanked, one way or the other.

"Over the knee, please, Master."

"Stay here." Then he went to an
Attendant, who stood on the sidelines, his arms crossed. They spoke for a
moment and the Attendant nodded, pointing to the equipment. Drake returned and
stood in front of me, his hands resting on my shoulders. He caught my eye,
staring into mine, a frown on his face.

"This slave has displeased me," he
said, his voice rising. "I'm considering what punishment I have to administer."

Immediately, several couples turned to us,
standing a few feet away as if at some kind of unspoken buffer zone. 

Drake turned me around to face the people who
stood and stared. He had his hands on my shoulders.

"She's new and isn't yet quite as careful
in her obedience as she should be. I have to keep reminding her not to hesitate
or question my commands. Frequently, I have to remind her to use proper forms
of address. I'm going to administer punishment for her failure to obey
immediately and without question. Since she's new, and since we've never done
this before, I have to go slow. I thought this would be a good time to
demonstrate how to spank a novice submissive the first time,
over-the-lap."

My face heated under their assessment. There
were a few appreciative nods from the onlookers. Drake turned me around, his
voice firm and loud enough for others to hear.

"The first thing to do with a novice
submissive like this one is to acquaint her with the purpose of the act,
telling her what she will experience. This will ensure she doesn't panic at any
unfamiliar sensations and doesn’t view it in the wrong way. You want your
submissive to obey and to accept her punishment without protest, so going
through each step first will help prevent that. Later, when she's more used to
punishment, you can just carry it out without detailed explanation, quickly, to
make a maximum affect on her state of mind, which isn't properly submissive.
But the first time, a wise Master always explains what is going to happen. This
isn't about pain. This is about obedience and reinforcing submission,
demonstrating to her how she has given up her power entirely and is not
permitted to protest or hesitate to obey an order, unless it is to use the safe
word."

He turned back to those watching. "A bare
hand is good for over the lap spanking but you can also use an implement, such
as a paddle or tawse. Whatever works well given that you'll have only one hand
available. The spanking horse is best if you want to use floggers or a tawse or
riding crop, depending on your preferences. For this submissive, I'm going to
use my bare hand, so over the lap is best."

He turned to me and pointed to the black leather
divan. "When I sit, you are to lay over my lap." He tilted my head up
so that I had to look in his eyes. "Are you clear on what will happen,
slave?"

I nodded, my throat choked up.

Drake turned to those watching, his eyebrows
raised. I heard a titter go through them and realized I hadn’t used
Master
when responding.

"You can see I've been a bit too indulgent
with this slave. She needs to learn her lesson on how to properly address her
Master, and how to submit to an order without question."

He turned back to me, frowning. "I said,
are you clear on what will happen, slave?"

"Yes, Master. My apologies for not using
proper form of address, Master."

He nodded. "Good girl."

Then he sat facing the group, and pulled me down
over his knee. My hair spilled over my face, and I was glad no one would see
me. I realized that my skirt would ride up a bit, exposing my garters and
nylons.

"Master, my skirt…" I tried to reach
back, but Drake held me firm, one hand on the small of my back. Of course, he
was planning on exposing my ass. He was going to spank me in front of everyone.

"Did I ask for your opinion on what is
happening, slave?"

I swallowed and just forced myself to do
whatever he said, with no comments.

"No, Master. I'm sorry." I made my
body go limp. As if he felt my submission, he removed his hand from my back.

"Good girl," he said softly, then he took
my hands in one of his, and with the other, he held me down, his hand on the
small of my back. He turned to those gathered around us. "This submissive
is not into pain, although she doesn’t yet know her true limits. She has been
pestering me to spank her so she will know what to expect. I have to ensure she
understands that this spanking is done to punish her, not to reward her
curiosity or give her pleasure." Then he bent down to me. "Are you
ready?"

"Yes, Master."

My heart was pounding. I wanted this, just so
I'd know, but at the same time, doing it in front of others had me anxious. I
wasn't sure if this would ruin it for me or make this better. I had to just let
Drake take over and decide. I had to trust him.

Surprisingly, my arousal from earlier in the
night before we left 8
th
Avenue re-emerged and I
felt an ache building in my flesh. Would the pain from the spanking squelch it?
Or would I want him to fuck me right away?

Then Drake spoke to the crowd. "The first
time, let the submissive become familiar with the position. Don't rush things
or you'll cause unnecessary panic. The Dominant's purpose is not to create fear
and anger in the sub, but to reinforce the direction of power in the
relationship, to teach her what is expected of her, and to help her become a
better submissive. By losing all control in this way, the sub is reminded who
has the power. Generally, any man is stronger than most women, especially in
upper body strength. It should be fairly easy to restrain her, and keep the
struggling to a minimum. But a Master enjoys a bit of struggle. The pain from
the spanking should be equal to the amount of pain necessary to make the point,
but no more. This isn't about sensation play. This is punishment. Keep
reinforcing that."

Then, Drake pulled up my skirt and I knew that
my buttocks – and more – were completely exposed to all those who
cared to watch. I gasped, my face heating.

"
Master
…" I whispered, unable
to stop myself.

"
Shh
," he said, and rubbed one
of my cheeks with his hand.

After a moment, he spoke to the others.
"This is virgin ass in every way. Never spanked properly. Never claimed. I
aim to do both, but one thing at a time."

A murmur went through those who watched, and
someone said, "Lucky you."

I heard Drake chuckle. He was enjoying this. He
said he liked to teach…

"As I said, this particular sub is new to
the lifestyle and has never been punished before, nor has she experienced a
sensual spanking, anal play or penetration. She has expressed her eagerness to
be spanked several times and each time I have refused. I want her to understand
that
I
choose when an act will be performed, whether sexual or
punishment. She imagined I was just going to demonstrate some minor point of
bondage tonight, but earlier, she questioned one of my commands and so I
decided to use this opportunity to demonstrate how to properly punish a new sub
who is not into pain."

He kept running his hands over my ass, cupping
each one, slipping his fingers between my cheeks, then he slid one finger
inside of me and I tensed, my face hot with embarrassment. I couldn't believe I
was letting him do this to me in front of people but it seemed to please him. I
was also shocked that despite everything, or perhaps because of it, I was
aroused. I never thought I was into exhibitionism. Was I?

"This slave is very responsive sexually.
She's aroused by this, even though it conflicts with her self-image as a proper
Catholic girl. I've enjoyed breaking down her barriers. This is just one more
that I will cross."

He kept rubbing one ass cheek softly. He bent
over and spoke softly to me.

"Now, slave, I'm going to spank you. I
don't want you to protest or make a sound. Just take the punishment. You know
the safe word. Remember what happens if you use it."

"Yes, Master," I managed to whisper.

Drake spoke to the others. "The first time
you spank a sub, do so just to let them know how it feels and to reinforce
submission. The point will be made even if you stop long before you would in a
normal session of punishment."

With that, he struck my ass cheek, his palm
hitting low on my buttock, a loud smack resulting. It stung a bit, but was more
of a shock than painful.

I could take this.

I relaxed a bit, letting my body go slack. Drake
didn’t say anything at that point, but he must have felt my compliance. He
smacked me harder this time and I tensed a bit. He rubbed my buttocks softly as
if to soothe them, slipping his fingers between my cheeks each time.

"She thinks she can handle this level of
pain and is relaxing. You have to up the pain in order to find that amount that
is just beyond comfort level, both physically and psychologically. This is not
a sensual spanking. It's punishment and should hurt enough.
Just
enough,
but not more. This is to make a point, to reinforce her submission. She should
just give in and take it, and if you're lucky, she'll go into what is termed
'subspace'. You must watch a sub carefully to see if and at what point this
happens. At that point, you have to rein yourself in a bit, because she won't
feel the pain and you could hurt her beyond her tolerance, or even do permanent
damage. A Master must be exceptionally attentive to his slave during such an
encounter."

I tensed at that, unable to stop myself. Hurting
me just beyond what I can tolerate? I wasn't sure about that.

"My slave has just tensed in response to
what I've said. Such is the danger of demonstrating a technique. The slave can
undergo anticipatory arousal or anxiety. At that point, it's good to reassure
her."

He bent down to me, his mouth next to my ear.
"Do you trust me, Katherine?" he whispered.

I said nothing for a moment, blinking, trying to
calm myself. He stroked my hair, then down my back. "Katherine, I won't do
more than you can take. Do you trust me?"

Finally, I inhaled. "Yes, Master."

"Good girl," he said and began
stroking my buttocks again, his fingers lingering between my cheeks, slipping
down to my pussy.

"This slave is nervous, but also excited
sexually. Some arousal, even when being punished, is inevitable simply because
she is submitting and that is arousing to a submissive."

Then he smacked my buttock again, harder than
ever, and it stung quite a bit. Soon, several more blows fell on my ass,
alternating between buttocks, several in a row, before he stroked each buttock
softly.

"You can see her skin is very fair and
fine. She's already getting quite a delicious blush to her nice little ass from
the spanking. I'll have to be mindful of that. I don't want to draw blood, but
a bit of warmth and tenderness will remind her of her punishment when she sits
for the rest of the evening."

Then, he rained down a volley of smacks, each a
bit harder and more painful than the last, and I began to wonder if he'd stop
and when. My ass was starting to hurt. It felt hot, and my heart was pounding
but I was determined not to cry out or respond, biting my lip, pulling at a
small bit of loose skin to distract myself.

After several more smacks, and me biting down
hard to prevent crying out, I did let out a gasp, despite my best efforts,
tears blurring my eyes.

Drake stopped immediately, and rubbed my ass
tenderly. He leaned down and whispered in my ear.

"Have you learned your lesson, slave?"

"Yes," I said meekly, a sob in my
voice. At that moment, I think I hated him just a bit, but at the same time,
something was building in me, a sense of elation that I submitted, that I
didn’t fight and I didn't use the safe word, despite it hurting me beyond what
I thought I would tolerate.