She cleared her throat and called, “I’m sorry.”
“Better,” Porter replied, rubbing her bottom with light swirls of his fingers. “Being rude and disrespectful demands apologies.” He squatted in front of her again and took her face in his hands. She became lost in the safety of his warmth as he added, “You need to leave the past behind and start fresh. That will happen now. It begins with gaining forgiveness from those you’ve insulted.”
She couldn’t help but shiver in need under the hardness in his voice. While this was a punishment of sorts, she also saw in the intensity of his features that this was a way to free herself from the woman she’d once been in Club Sin. Porter was forcing every Dom here to feel her apology, just as he had done with her.
Things would change after tonight, and she wanted them to. “Yes, sir.”
He inclined his head, brushing his finger over her cheek, and then he rose. She could only see his feet standing there as he called, “One swat from anyone she has been bratty with, and I request that you add one clothespin on her thigh and up her side.” Kenzie shivered against the assault of images invading her. She assumed Porter would use a zipper tonight, which was numerous clothespins attached to a string. A string that he could grasp and yank, pulling all the clothespins off in one quick sweep.
He kept his hand on her back, almost as if telling her he was there to protect her. “This is her apology and we will all hear it tonight.”
Unease drifted through her, as did hot excitement. She didn’t want anyone else touching her, only Master Porter, though she knew why he did this now. He wanted all of Club Sin to see her how he saw her. The rich arousal forming between her thighs came from the thought of adding pain to her pleasure. She knew, without a doubt, that no one would be gentle with her. This was a way of forgiveness. This was a way for them to put aside their irritation at her. This was a punishment for her insolence.
Porter slid his hand over Kenzie’s wet heat and her eyes fluttered closed. She knew why he touched her now. She required pleasure before pain, telling her that he suspected the next moments with the Doms would bring extensive pain. Without any hesitation, he slid his fingers deep inside her and began moving them, hard and fast. As he’d proven time and time again, he brought her to orgasm within a few short minutes. The Dom excelled at withholding orgasms, yet he also proved himself capable of delivering them, too.
She screamed out her release, and in that instant his hand vanished. Without the chance to even recover from her orgasm, the first slap came and was much harder than she’d expected. She shouted in shock, her muscles tightening and fists clenching. Her skin burned as Master Sawyer grasped her hair and raised her head, saying with a stern voice, “I forgive you.”
Unexpected tears welled in her eyes. “Thank you, sir.”
Heady emotions rushed wildly out of control as Sawyer added one clothespin at her rib cage. The hot pinch came first, which quickly morphed into pleasure, as it always did. While Kenzie required pleasure before pain, this pain was pleasurable. Then she felt the weight of the other clothespins resting on her back for the other Doms to attach, telling her the thoughts of a zipper were accurate.
Her breath hitched as another slap landed right on top of the last one and an “I forgive you” followed shortly after. Then another swat came, followed by a clothespin being added to her skin, and another, and another…until Kenzie was sobbing and her “Thank you, sir” was being shouted through Club Sin.
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By the time the last Dom had given Kenzie a slap and added the final clothespin, she had clothespins from her rib cage all the way down her thigh. She was gasping and sobbing. Porter expected this scene would be therapeutic for her. Her ass was bright red, and while to some it would seem painful, Porter knew Kenzie was loving it. She wasn’t moving away from the swats, she was arching into them.
He also believed that this would be a turning point for Kenzie. She needed to feel this forgiveness from all the Doms she had insulted, and she needed to stop being seen as Club Sin’s brat. She also needed to show weakness in the club and trust that others would be there only for her. He hoped from this day on, that would happen.
He ran his hand over her hot bottom, feeling her quaking beneath his touch. Mine. He had no expectations for tonight, but he and the Club Sin Masters had made a plan. He’d asked another submissive to play along, and she had agreed. He’d also asked Master Aidan to watch Kenzie when she entered Club Sin to see her response. If she reacted with jealousy, that confirmed this wasn’t friendship between them. Though what he hadn’t expected was that Kenzie planned to change her hard limits on her own.
Apparently, Kenzie had already been one step ahead of him, and he wondered why that was. His gaze drifted to Cora sitting next to Aidan on the couch, and he noticed her wiping a tear from her eye. Deep in his gut, he suspected Cora had something to do with Kenzie changing her hard limits tonight, but at the moment his entire focus went to Kenzie.
He admired the lace corset and garter, with her ass looking perfect and available to him, and there was lightness in his chest. Rightness. Love happened in strange ways, he thought. Kenzie had been there right in front of him the entire time, and he hadn’t seen her, not until he’d touched her. Now that he knew where she belonged, at his side, he wouldn’t let another day pass when she wasn’t right there.
“This body is all mine now. No one touches you again.” He slapped her ass and she shrieked in pain, yet she trembled with the effects of pleasure, too. “Your soul is mine. Your heart is mine. Your submission is mine.”
“Yours, sir,” she gasped.
He kept his hand on his back, showing her he was there with her, and he reached for the cane. With Kenzie already taken so high, he couldn’t slow the intensity of the scene. He had to take it one step further, so he moved in closer, running his hand between her thighs. His cock hardened as dampnes
s brushed across his hand. He pumped his fingers inside her, not playing around, and giving her a release to shed the edge.
Within seconds, she arched against the bindings, her fists tightened and her head raised from hanging over the bench. Her musky scent tightened his groin as she gave the most beautiful quivering orgasm, her cum squirting against his hand. Though he wanted to give her more, and he wasn’t nearly done with her, not even close.
He slid his damp hand down her back, moving in behind her. She still gave him delightful tremors as he raised the cane and slapped her thigh. Her scream rang out through Club Sin and it pulled him in so tightly his entire focus zeroed in on her.
A thin line instantly formed on her thigh, and a smile rose to his face. Now she wore his markings. Now she deserved them. He ignored where he’d hit before, and the cane licked her other thigh, leaving a dark purple line. There was almost no sound, except the noises she made and the slap of the cane. The only scent he drew in belonged to Kenzie. The only focus he had was her. Now he began the dance between a Dom and a sub to show Kenzie just how high he could take her.
Subspace, an altered psychological state much like a hypnotic state. Both pain and pleasure used together trigger endorphins taking a submissive on a euphoric journey, leaving them to experience a floating feeling. Where there was no room for anything else but sensation. Where Kenzie lost herself completely, fully being in his care to keep her safe and protect her.
The cane flicked wildly over her skin, and not until purple and red marks covered her bottom and thighs did he stop. She wasn’t screaming anymore, she was in a dreamlike state in which her pain tolerance had been increased. Her breathing was fine, and she gave him all the signs that she was still in a good place.
He wouldn’t stop now. He planned to take her even higher.
Behind her, he dropped his pants and his boxer briefs, then held his hard cock in his hand. With his free hand, he laced his fingers in her hair and pulled her head back. Christ, she was so stunning now. She wasn’t after a way to run and hide from pain but, instead, offered her submission to him freely.
In his hold, under his command, Kenzie was tamed.