The Drake Restrained Compete Collection: Part 1 - 4 (The Drake Series Book 7) (51 page)

I ran my hand over her ass, cupping each cheek, slipping my fingers between them. When I slid one finger inside of her, she tensed, and I knew this was a test to see if she could manage public sex. She didn’t protest or struggle.

"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."

I kept rubbing one ass cheek softly and then I bent over and spoke to her. "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," she whispered.

I 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."

I struck her ass cheek with a loud smack, my palm hitting low on her buttock. She didn’t resist or complain, and in fact, she relaxed, as if she was now relieved to have felt the first blow. I knew she thought she could take it, but she didn’t realize that in a punishment spanking, the Dom was supposed to take her right the edge of her tolerance. No more, and no less. The strokes would get harder and more painful.

I smacked her harder this time and she tensed a bit in response, perhaps shocked that it hurt more than before. I rubbed her buttocks softly to soothe them, then slipped my fingers between her cheeks to test her arousal.

"She thinks she can handle this level of pain and is relaxing. You have to up the pain in order to find the amount that is just beyond her comfort level, both physically and psychologically. This is not a sensual spanking,” I said, wanting to reinforce that to the observers and to Kate. “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."

She tensed beneath my hand at that, and I knew she was starting to get worried again.

"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."

I bent down to her, my mouth next to her ear. "Do you trust me, Katherine?" I whispered.

She said nothing for a moment, so I stroked her hair, then down her back.

"Katherine, I won't do more than you can take. Do you trust me?"

Finally, she inhaled. "Yes, Master."

"Good girl," I said and began stroking her buttocks again, my fingers lingering between her cheeks, slipping down to her 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 I smacked her buttock again, harder than ever, and I knew that this time, it would hurt. I administered several more blows, alternating between buttocks, several in a row, before I 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."

I spanked her several times, each a bit harder than the last. She was doing very well, and I was proud that she was taking it and not complaining. After several more smacks, she let out a gasp so I stopped immediately and rubbed her ass tenderly. I leaned down and whispered in her ear.

"Have you learned your lesson, slave?"

"Yes," she said meekly, a sob in her voice.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Master," she gasped, crying now in earnest.

"Good," I said and bent down to kiss her buttocks, one after the other, resting my cheek against one. "Perhaps you'll be a bit more careful in your behavior when I give an order."

I sat her up and turned her face toward me. She tried to wipe away her tears and it was then I saw it. A split on her lip that welled up with blood.

"Oh,
Kate
," I said, shocked that she’d bit her lip so hard that it bled. "Your lip…"

CHAPTER SIX

I touched her bottom lip and my finger came back bloody. Kate covered her eyes with her hands and cried quietly, no sound coming out of her mouth. I pulled her into my arms and kissed her shoulder, stroking her hair. I was angry that I hadn’t been more attentive to how she was handling the degree of pain. I should have realized she was biting her lip and stopped her.

I pulled back, removed her hands from her eyes, and shook my head when I saw her face on. Tears filled her eyes and ran down her cheeks and her lip was bloody.

"I'm sorry," I said. "You were too strong and I went a bit too far, waiting for you to make a sound to indicate you'd reached your limit." I leaned in and kissed her, taking her bottom lip between mine, licking off her blood. Then I pressed her head to my shoulder and spoke to those who stood there watching.

"This slave was trying so hard not to use the safe word that she bit her own lip, drawing blood. Drawing blood is one of my hard limits and hers, so I inadvertently crossed it. This was a mistake on my part and is due to my failure to recognize how stubborn she is and what a high pain threshold she has. We're still getting to know each other. Don't let your position as Dominant or Master prevent you from apologizing when you recognize you've crossed a line or performed inexpertly. It's the only way to regain your slave's trust."

I pulled her back from my shoulder and wiped her cheeks with my fingers, filled with regret for what happened.

"I'm sorry," I said once more. "It won't happen again. I pressed her cheek once more against my shoulder and picked her up and carried her over to the Attendant. "Can you clean off the equipment for me?" I asked.

"Certainly, Master D. Do you need a private room?"

"Yes," I said. "Preferably one with a bathroom."

Kate kept her eyes closed, no doubt embarrassed by her show of tears in front of the others. I carried her up the central staircase to a second-floor bedroom. The room was grand, with thick carpets, rich brocade wallpaper, and an enormous bed. I took her into a small bathroom and sat her on the vanity. She grimaced and I knew her ass was sore from the spanking.

I ran some water and wet a washcloth with cold water, pressing it against her bottom lip for a moment.

"I'm fine," she said when I pulled the cloth away, a tiny bit of blood still on it. "Master."

"You're strong-willed," I said. "Stronger than I knew. I never wanted you to be scarred because of anything we did together, Kate. I never want to draw blood."

"Master, it's just a bit of skin I pulled off. It won't scar."

I pulled her into my arms, glad that she seemed unconcerned about the cut. She slipped her arms around my neck, her tears now stopped, a look of calm on her face. She was in that special state of mind after a spanking; calm, relaxed, almost dreamy.

I moved back and looked her in the eyes. "Do you want to go home now? Or do you want to stay? You've barely seen anything."

"Let's stay," she said, drawing in a deep breath. "If it pleases you, Master," she added quickly, making a face and tapping her head lightly with a fist. "I want to see the dungeon if you want to take me there."

"Are you sure?" I said, doubtful. "When we first met, I thought it would be good for your 'research' but now, I'm not so sure you'll enjoy it. Things can get pretty intense. There are people who
do
want to draw blood, Kate. There are people who do want to feel pain and administer pain. People will be fucking. It can be upsetting, if you’re not used to it."

"Whatever you think, Master. I trust you to know what I should do."

I nodded, pleased that she was leaving the decision up to me. Despite my fuck-up with the spanking, she seemed to be more compliant and attentive.

"Maybe it would be good to go down there for a short while just so you can satisfy your curiosity. I may only go in a bit deep, but not to the really intense places."

"You're scaring me, Master."

"I don't intend to,” I said. “Just want you to be prepared for what you'll see."

"I trust you, Master."

"I value your trust, Katherine,” I said and I meant it completely. “I take your trust in me very seriously."

I kissed her softly and stroked her cheek with the backs of my fingers, touching her bottom lip. I pulled her off the vanity and took her back down to the main floor, walking through the people who gathered to watch various displays and demonstrations of technique. A few people nodded to me as we passed but didn’t speak to me. We recognized each other, but weren’t on speaking terms.

The atmosphere in the basement dungeon was decidedly different from that of the airy, light atmosphere on the main floor. Dark, old brick, with black painted walls, the space felt like a cave. Heavy bass-filled electronic music played in the background, its beat insistent.

The lighting was subdued and there were imitation torches on the walls, flickering with an eerie light. The basement was divided into room-like spaces. Each room was open to a central aisle. Inside each room was some kind of apparatus and people inside using it to inflict various forms of pain or pleasure on each other. People down here were all dressed—or undressed—for the atmosphere. Leather, latex, rubber. They wore and used chains, masks, ball gags, spreader bars. There were whips and floggers of every design on boards, and over the sound of the music came the unmistakable crackle of electricity.

"Electricity, Master?" Katherine asked softly, hesitantly.

"Yes," I said, my voice low. I squeezed her hand. "We won't go there."

We walked around a crowd watching a scene, threading through people who stood and watched, Doms with their subs on leashes, some kneeling at the Dom's feet, watching the events transpire inside the rooms.

In one room, a twenty-something male sub with short, spiky white-blond hair was standing in the center of the room, his hands bound to hooks in the ceiling, his legs spread with a spreader bar. His testicles were imprisoned in a cock and ball stockade and his Dominant struck him on the ass and back with a flogger. Dressed all in black leather, the Dom stood behind his sub, whispering something into the sub's ear every few strikes. The sub had a huge erection, obviously turned on by what was happening to him.

"…not allowed to come until I give you permission…" the Dominant said to his sub.

We stopped for a moment and I stood behind her. "Cock and ball torture," I whispered in her ear. "I can feel myself shrink just watching it."

I checked into one room and recognized Lara and her sub. She was busy flogging her male submissive, who was bent over, his hands and feet in manacles.

"Master, that's Lara,” Kate said to me.

"Shh," I whispered in her ear. "Remember your manners. She's in scene right now. Don't distract her. I said she might be here."

"Sorry, Master. That's Mistress Lara."

Kate watched her, fascinated. Lara’s blonde hair was pulled back into a high ponytail. Her submissive wore only a leather jock strap and leather boots, a ball gag in his mouth. She stood behind him and lazily slapped his bare ass with the flogger. It was as if she couldn't really be bothered to flog him with any focus.

"Why does she look so bored?"

I stood behind Katherine, my arms around her waist, ignoring her lapse. "He's likely into humiliation as well as pain and submission. She's humiliating him by appearing as if she doesn't really care. It's what he likes and needs."

The sub's ass was getting progressively redder as she flogged him with a bit more gusto.

"You. Are. A.
Worm
," Lara said, her voice derisive, punctuating each stroke with a word. "You should be wriggling on the ground at my feet,
slave
."

Kate turned to me. "He likes that, Master?"

"Oh, yes,” I said. “He's actually a very hot-shot fund manager by day, but in private, he likes to submit."

"She did that to you, Master?"

I smiled. "Yes. I never intended to use these kinds of techniques, but she wanted to see if there was a sadist in me—or a masochist. There wasn't."

As we watched, Lara bent over her sub and spoke to him, whispering in his ear. His ass was thoroughly red. Then she went around beside him and picked up a cane. She ran it over his ass, trailing it between his ass cheeks before striking him several times, leaving long streaks.

I could feel that Kate flinch with each strike of Lara’s cane, so we left Lara's scene and went to another room where a man dressed in leather chaps was busy fucking a woman suspended from a hook in the ceiling, her hands in cuffs above her head, her feet in straps also attached to the ceiling. She wore a blindfold and had a ball-gag in her mouth.