‘Given that the situation is novel,’ he said, after she had counted, ‘I’m inclined towards leniency. However, you transgressed not once, but twice, so I think I should take that into account, too.’
The seventh stroke sizzled, heating up the tender skin at the tops of her thighs. She made a curious cross between a yowl and a whimper.
‘Seven, sir, thank you, sir.’
‘I’m going to stop at twenty,’ he said. ‘Although I know you can take a lot more. But we have the whole weekend ahead of us and, for that reason, I don’t want to peak too soon. Two whole days with your bottom at our disposal. I don’t think we’ll be able to resist making the most of it, do you, Rob?’
‘I’m pretty sure we won’t.’
Lucy pushed her bum out. Twenty was nothing, with that relatively lightweight strap. Not that it didn’t burn and sting like buggery – every stroke felt like one more than she could take. But she knew how far she could go and it was substantially beyond twenty with the strap. That would barely get her into subspace. In a way, this was crueller than a thorough thrashing. But, of course, there would be more to come …
Strokes eight, nine and ten were teasing flicks on and between her thighs. She hated it when he did that, but his aim was uncannily accurate, and he was always able to create the maximum discomfort with the minimum effort.
Halfway through now, with the camera flashing away like a strobe light.
‘Have you ever whipped her pussy?’ Richard asked, taking a half-time break of half a minute or so, rubbing her bottom to keep it properly sensitised. He didn’t want to numb her. He made sure she felt every nuance of that punishing leather.
‘Yeah, well, not whipped so much. I’ve spanked it with my hand.’
‘She absolutely hates it,’ Richard confided. ‘I’ve a small, very thin strap that I use. It never fails to make her sob.’
‘Really? I’ve only done it to warm her up a bit. Maybe you’ll have to show me how you do it later on.’
Please don’t. But the thought turned Lucy on and she hoped she’d find herself, in due course, lying with her legs wide open while Richard reddened her poor spread lips, making her gasp every time a stroke caught the tip of her clit. It was horribly painful, but the heightened arousal afterwards was out of this world.
But for now, her bottom was in the line of fire, and the second half of her punishment was laid on with steady, sustained force. It could only have lasted a minute, if that, but to Lucy it seemed to take forever. The room rang with the crack of the strap and her answering grunt, then her increasingly feeble-voiced count.
Her legs began to tremble, perhaps because she knew the end was near and she had given herself tacit permission to lose control. Having slipped her grip on herself, she began to wail after the next five strokes, and twist her hips.
‘Stay still,’ Richard warned her. ‘You don’t want this wrapping around.’
No, she didn’t. She’d learned that lesson the hard way. Too much dancing around and trying to get out of the way of the strap resulted in its landing in an even more painful spot than her bottom. Back in her early days, she’d sometimes tried to shield herself with her hands, but a few smart strokes to her errant palms had cured her of that impulse.
Now she knew that her best way of making it through a punishment was to do as she was told and maintain her position. Bottoms were sensitive, but far less so than other body parts. In this, as in every maddening thing, her doms knew best.
The last three strokes nearly broke her, placed one on top of the other so that she cried out for mercy on the final fall of the strap.
A pointless time to beg for it, she reflected, but she couldn’t help herself.
Both Richard and Rob found the irony amusing, Rob cooing with fake sympathy.
‘Poor Lucy,’ he said. The camera clicked. ‘God, her arse looks fantastic. You haven’t missed a spot.’
‘Thanks. I can be a bit anal about it, actually. I have to have the perfect shade and the perfect coverage and so on. I’m even worse with the cane. If one stroke goes awry, it puts me out and I have to try again once the marks have faded.’
‘I think doms are allowed to be anal,’ said Rob.
‘Boom boom,’ said Richard.
Lucy grinned, despite the sweat on her face and the still-throbbing state of her backside. It was over and she had survived.
She awaited permission to break her position, but it didn’t come.
‘Actually,’ said Richard, ‘speaking of anal …’
She clenched.
Did Richard mean to take her arse in front of Rob? How utterly humiliating, rude and debasing. In other words, what a turn-on.