GrandSlam (12 page)

The sharp sound of a slap and a groan stole my attention. I
looked past several other couples, limbs tangled, orifices being stuffed, a
ménage of naked people enjoying one another and saw a man bent over a padded
support rail, his arse in the air. Even through the dim light I could see his
flesh was seared red, his cock at full hardness and tapping his belly.

Behind him stood a woman. She too was naked, but for a
purple corset with an intricate lace design. In her hand was a paddle, small
and round with a squat handle.

With a flourish she hit him. Hard, each buttock. He jerked,
groaned, clutched his cock and began to wank with vigor.

Seeing him being hit didn’t particularly turn me on. My bum
was tingling, yes, but not from seeing him, rather from being with Travis and
watching the scene. Wondering what it would be like if that were me bent double
and Travis hitting me, not with a paddle but with his hand. The paddle was too
impersonal. I wanted skin on skin, especially for my first time. I wanted
Travis to be able to feel the heat he was building in me. And did I want a rail
to grip? No, I imagined being over his knee. I wasn’t sure why, the position
was humiliating, left me vulnerable, so vulnerable. But it was the image that
steamrollered into my mind. Right there, right then.

Travis had been right. The blindfold had allowed me to sense
this room without seeing it. That had been a turn-on enough, but seeing it,
well now I knew what I wanted. What I would be happy to submit to.

“Do you like what you see?” Travis asked.

“Yes, very much.” I was a little breathless. Breathless and
hot. There was pressure building in me. A big pressure that would have to
release soon. Again I squirmed. Travis pulled me tighter, pressed his lips to
mine and then spoke onto my mouth.

“So have you decided upon your punishment, my sweet little
lady?”

“Yes, oh yes!” The words tumbled from her sweet lips, almost
tripping over one another in their eagerness to get out. It was that eagerness
that had my cock pressing excitedly against the crotch of my trousers. I could
hardly believe she was here. Not just with me, but in a BDSM club, watching
people slap and fuck. The best part was that she was enjoying herself, getting
turned-on. I could tell from the little wiggles she was doing in her seat and
the way her fingers gripped mine, twitching slightly every time the woman in
the purple corset landed a blow on her man’s arse. It was time for Marie’s second
lesson in submission.

“Well, are you going to tell me or do I have to guess? I
warn you, if I have to guess, it’ll be so much worse for you.”

“N-no, it’s okay. I’ll tell you.”

I watched her chest lift and then drop as she sucked in and
released a deep breath. Her dark eyes met mine and it was all I could do to
stop myself kissing her again. It wouldn’t have been a bad thing, of course,
but I didn’t want to prevent her from saying what she wanted, how she wanted me
to punish her for sending her little fingers somewhere they never should have
strayed. I could scarcely wait for her to say it so I could get my hands on her
perfect body and set us both on the path to utter bliss.

“I-I would like you to, um, put me over your knee and spank
me.”

My cock almost ripped through my boxers and trousers,
Incredible Hulk-style. It was as if she’d read my mind. Or perhaps the comment
I’d made in her office about rendering her backside red and sore before taking
it in my hands and licking her pussy until she screamed had made an impression.
I certainly hoped so, because at that moment there was nothing I wanted to do
more.

“Okay,” I said, bringing her hand to my mouth and pressing a
kiss to her knuckles. “It’ll have to be my hand though. I don’t have a paddle
or anything with me. I wasn’t expecting to play with anyone tonight.”

“That’s okay.” Her voice was so quiet I had to lean closer
to catch her words. “I want you to use your hand. To feel your skin against
mine.”

I raised my eyebrows. Wow, that seemed as good a reason as
any. “Your wish is my command,” I replied, realizing that made me sound more
like a submissive than a Dominant, but it didn’t matter. We both knew that
wasn’t the case. “Get up then, sweetheart, and pull your dress out of the way,
to your waist, then get over my knee. Or perhaps you’d prefer to take your
dress off so it doesn’t get creased?”

She frowned, glanced around. “No, I’d rather not. It’s okay
anyway, it won’t crease.”

I shrugged. That was as nice as I was going to get. I was
far from the cruelest, harshest taskmaster, but I was no pushover either. “Over
my knee then, sweet cheeks.”

She hesitated momentarily but then did as she was told. I
helped her as she draped herself over my lap—for the first of many, many times,
I hoped—then looked down at the delicious bottom that was presented for me. I
was delighted to note that she was wearing knickers. A strange thing to think
perhaps, but given she’d been on a date with someone else, I was glad that
she’d worn them, scarce as they were. I didn’t like the thought of her being so
close to Peter without underwear.

The tiny black G-string bisected her beautifully rounded
globes and flashed plenty of pale flesh, all the way down to the tops of her
hold-up stockings. I placed my right hand on her bum, smirking as she flinched,
then stroked each and every millimeter of skin between her so-called underwear
and her sexy hosiery, giving her caresses, gentle and adoring—the opposite of
what she’d expected.

I loved the feel of her weight on me too. It was slight but
solid, her belly pressing into my leg. It reminded me that she was
here
.
Plus the sacrificial pose, bared and vulnerable. It was my favorite position
for spanking, there was no doubt about it. Right now Marie was mine, all mine.
I’d have to be careful though, I could lose myself for hours while giving a
spanking, delighting in making a woman come over and over as I mixed slaps with
clitoral and G-spot stimulation.

I was just about to lift my hand and land the first blow
when I remembered something. I leaned down to one side to murmur into her ear,
“Hey, Marie. You may want to scream and shout and tell me to stop. But you
might not really mean it, and I may not know the difference. So if you really
and truly want me to stop, then you have to use your safe word. It can be
‘shower’, okay?”

She nodded and I wondered if she realized the significance
of the word I’d chosen. It was the place where we’d first seen each other. She
might already be too in the moment to get it and I wasn’t going to ruin that
now by mentioning it. I’d tip her off another time. Right now I was going to
turn that beautiful arse bright red, and then who knew what would happen
afterward? Something good, I hoped.

I looked around the room, giving myself a few seconds to get
into the right frame of mind for what I was about do. Everyone else was
immersed in their own activities, no one had even appeared to notice us enter.
Perfect.

I stroked the dip of her back. This was supposed to be a
punishment, but on the other hand, Marie was a total newbie and I didn’t want
to scare her off to the extent that she’d pull out of our sexual arrangement.

Granted, it was pretty much going to be the case of the
blind leading the blind because I’d only ever played with experienced subs in
the past. And the only other women I’d spent any significant amount of time
with had been vanilla types, hence the brevity of our relationships. In spite
of that, I was eager to try. Marie seriously pushed my buttons and I really
liked her as a person too, so if she was going to have lessons in submission, I
wanted to be the one to give them. I knew I would look after her, not push her
further than she was willing to go. She trusted me too, and I was determined to
do everything in my power to ensure I continued to deserve that trust.

Marie wriggled on my lap. Impatient little wench! I bit back
a grin—I was supposed to be the big, bad Dominant, not an indulgent lover.
She’d earned herself some extra spanks for that behavior, and I wasn’t going to
delay anymore in giving them. I was ready, and it seemed Marie was too.

I landed the first blow, enjoying the ripple effect it
created on her cheek, not to mention the squeal she let out. At some point in
the future, I’d train her to take her punishments without complaint, but as far
as I was aware, it was her first time being spanked. It was certainly the first
time she’d had a
proper
spanking, and so I’d break her in relatively
gently.

With only a brief pause, I smacked her other cheek. The
first, even beneath the dim light, I could see was already turning pink where
my hand had contacted her skin. My cock leapt in response. I’d done that, and
by the time I was finished, the pink would be replaced by a vivid red. I could
hardly wait.

I continued to rain blows down on her, even venturing to
land a couple on the tops of her thighs. I wasn’t counting, wasn’t even
thinking of anything, really, except for pushing Marie to see how much she
could cope with. She was doing brilliantly in fact, flinching a little and
clenching her buttocks every now and again. The squeals had morphed into moans
and I was sure that if I dipped my fingers beneath her G-string I would find
her wet and ready.

This thought alone spurred me on to bring Marie’s punishment
to a conclusion so I could find out whether I was right. After a few more
well-placed whacks, harder than all the previous ones, I stopped and sought the
answer to my question.

Fuck. She was absolutely sopping wet—I didn’t even have to
move her underwear to find that out, as the gusset of the stringy piece of material
was drenched. I couldn’t resist delving deeper. This was my first time touching
her intimately and when my fingers slipped between her swollen labia, I found
her clit distended and her cunt like molten lava.

A series of sexy sounds spilled from Marie’s lips as I
touched her most private parts and I was overtaken by a wave of lust so intense
that I had to resist the temptation to grab her and manhandle her into a
different position on my lap so she could sink her pussy onto my cock. If
things progressed the way I wanted them to, I figured that one day that would
be perfectly acceptable. But tonight Marie had been taken by surprise and
thrown in at the deep end. She’d certainly learned to swim—allowing me to
administer her first punishment in a room full of copulating couples—but I
suspected that fucking her here was too much, too extreme. She’d drawn a line
at taking her dress off and that told me all I needed to know. What kind of Dom
would I be if it hadn’t?

And besides, I wanted her all to myself when I made her come
all over my face. The sounds she made, the smells and sweat. It was all mine. I
was a selfish git, yes, but it’s how I was made when a woman got under my skin.

I licked my lips, trying to imagine her taste, the need for
it burning a hole right through me. I could smell her arousal filtering up
through the warm air, lacing my nostrils like musky syrup. My mouth watered.

I was hot, hot and turned the hell on. It was tempting to
keep fingering her, to bring her to climax right here, right now. The heat
around my fingers, the soft, wet noises were torturing my cock. It would be so
easy, she was so up for it. Damn, so was I.

“Oh Travis,” she moaned, flicking her head, her hair sliding
over her shoulder. “Oh God, I…”

I had to stop if I truly wanted to own that first orgasm.

Withdrawing my fingers, I let the string of her knickers
settle back between her glowing arse cheeks.

She moaned in complaint and her feet kicked up as if angry
with me.

“Do you think you can get up?” I asked, resisting the urge
to spank her again for that little bit of rebellion.

For a moment she was deadly still, then, giving her body a
shake as though she were spurring it to move, she nodded. With that, she
maneuvered herself off my knee and slumped back into the chair she’d vacated
earlier, sucking in a sharp breath through her teeth and screwing up her
gorgeous face as her heated and no doubt very sore buttocks contacted with the
chair. “Ow, and aw damn…” She pouted at me but there was no mistaking the look
in her eyes. They shone and they were full of excitement—and even
better—arousal. “I shouldn’t have done that. Don’t let me do that again, will
you? As if my arse hadn’t had enough punishment, then I go and sit on it!”

I gave her a gentle smile. “You were doing so well too. How
do you feel?”

She nodded as though that was an answer, then opened her
mouth to elaborate. “I feel fine. My arse hurts, obviously, but it’s amazing
how quickly the pain transformed into this delicious pleasure that made me feel
as though every nerve ending in my body was being stimulated. As a result, I’m
absolutely as horny as fuck!”

Naturally the state of her pussy had already given me this
valuable piece of information, but hearing it confirmed sent another surge of
excitement to my cock. “I’m very glad to hear it.”

I stood abruptly, then pulled her up before putting her
clothing back where it should be. I silently lamented the fact I wouldn’t be
able to see her deliciously reddened cheeks for a while. Pulling myself
together, I asked, “Got everything?”

She nodded so I took her arm in mine and led her quickly
out, through the main room, which was still reverberating with deafening music,
and into the corridor.

“W-what’s going on? What did I do?”

I didn’t answer, instead all but dragging her from the club
and into the car park. It wasn’t until we reached my truck that I let go of her
and retrieved my keys from my pocket. I beeped the vehicle open, then helped
Marie into the high seat before hurrying ’round to my side and getting in.

After making sure we both had seatbelts on, I fired up the
engine and within seconds we were out on the road. I could sense Marie’s gaze
on me and I forced myself to relax a little and put a hand on her thigh.

“I’m sorry,” I said, shifting my gaze from the mercifully
quiet road for a second to grin at her. “I didn’t mean to worry you. It’s just
that I’m so damn horny and I have to have you
now
.I just didn’t
think you’d appreciate it if I’d fucked you right there in front of everyone.
So I’m taking you to my place. That’s okay, right?”

She may have been my sub-in-training, but I wasn’t going to
push her into anything.

“Yes, that’s okay.” Her voice was barely above a whisper and
I could only just hear it above the sound of the engine and the rumble of the
tires on the ground. I figured she was a little swept away by the evening’s
events, and I could hardly blame her.

“You did really well in there, you know. You may have
noticed how hot you were making me.”

“Well, what can I say? I’ve got a good teacher.” She
squeezed my hand, which was still resting on her leg, and my heart lifted. It
seemed she had no intention of calling time on our little arrangement, unlike
the way she had with Peter.

I bit back a smirk. He had no idea Marie was going to turn
him down when he next asked her out—there was no
if
about it—and the
smuggest part of me really wanted him to ask her when I was there. He’d be so
confident that she’d reply in the affirmative that he wouldn’t think to do it
in private. Hopefully the refusal would take him down a peg or two.

I wondered then whether she’d give him a reason. Would she
tell him that she and I were dating? It wasn’t true, not really, but she
couldn’t very well tell him what we were actually doing. We’d promised each
other that we’d keep our arrangement confidential. I shoved the train of
thought from my mind—there was no point obsessing over something that may or
may not happen. I had much more exciting things to be thinking about.